Special Containment Procedures: SCP-016 is to remain within the confines of a five by five by five (5x5x5) meter room at all times, maintained at a temperature not to exceed zero (0) degrees Celsius. SCP-016 itself is to remain in the petri dish in the containment cube at all times unless directed otherwise by Level 4 or O5 personnel. Full documentation of experimentation with SCP-016 must be submitted before and after samples and duplicates of SCP-016 may be taken. Failure to follow these procedures will result in termination or reassignment as Class-D Personnel. Only authorized personnel may be permitted to obtain samples of and experiment with SCP-016 under BC-L5 containment conditions.
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If an outbreak does occur despite following the aforementioned procedures, directive base personnel are to implement a Code Sigma lockdown and containment plan. Infected personnel are to be terminated on site by security forces wearing standard Mission Oriented Protective Posture (MOPP) anti-biological and anti-chemical equipment. Should the infection not be contained after 48 hours, the on-site nuclear device is to be detonated. Remaining personnel are not to be evacuated under any circumstances.
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SCP-016 has been shown to survive for up to six (6) hours on hard surfaces, and up to several minutes in air. High intensity ultraviolet light and high concentrations of ortho-phthalaldehyde solution have been demonstrated to be effective in disinfecting non-organic surfaces.
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Description: SCP-016 is a blood-borne pathogen recovered from a mine worker in █████ who injured himself while working in a deep coal seam. Said wound became contaminated with coal dust from the mine, possibly infecting the worker with dormant spores. Over the next several days, SCP-016 proceeded to infect the remaining employees at the mining camp, as well as the CDC crisis team dispatched to deal with the epidemic. Foundation personnel then took over the investigation and terminated all affected personnel. Patient Zero was brought into captivity, and the mine shaft was collapsed by an explosive device.
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SCP-016 has an incubation period ranging from 24 hours to two (2) years, depending on the presence and number of other human hosts in the area. First symptoms resemble the common cold, and include itchy eyes, runny nose, coughing, and bodily aches. Phase two begins in 48 hours, and consists of a controlled form of hemorrhagic fever, as the organism causes a small amount of blood to become aspirated in the lungs, creating an aerosol effect. During phase three, the host "crashes and bleeds out," bleeding profusely from every bodily orifice, including the nose, tear ducts, anus, skin pores, mouth, urethra, and (in case of females) vagina. Blood pressure skyrockets during the final stage: hosts have been observed projectile vomiting blood to distances of over five (5) meters. Should the host survive this near-total exsanguination, the pathogen will become dormant once more, returning to incubation phase.
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What distinguishes SCP-016 from other strains of hemorrhagic fever such as Ebola and Marburg is its unusual response to high stress. Should the subject undergo a high-stress situation (such as a life-threatening crisis), the organism will change its survival tactic from rapid reproduction to the rewriting of the host's DNA and stimulation of rapid cell division. Major physiological changes occur within the first 24 hours, with complete bodily reconstruction occurring within two (2) weeks time. Most hosts do not survive the process due to the heavy demands made on the body.1
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An interesting side effect of the transformation is an increased aggressive urge. It is believed that this may be an attempt to maximize the spread of the virus in a manner similar to rabies. On another note, subjects who undergo bodily transformation no longer appear to exhibit SCP-016's hemorrhagic properties: however, subjects infected by transformed hosts will still undergo the normal SCP-016 infection process.
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Addendum: Experiment Log of SCP-016's Transformative Properties
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Subject D-016-1: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Upon first showing symptoms, subject's quarters were slowly flooded with water over a 24 hour period. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, transforming subject's lungs into gills. Subject survived for two (2) more weeks as SCP-016 transformed its limbs into fins, caused its eyes to atrophy, and enhanced its sense of hearing into a cetacean-type echolocation ability. Subject was terminated by draining all water from its quarters, causing it to asphyxiate: body was subsequently cremated without autopsy.
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Subject D-016-2: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Upon first showing symptoms, subject's quarters were slowly flooded with water over a 24 hour period. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, causing subject to undergo rapid muscular growth and increased bone growth on knuckles. Subject then attempted to escape from confinement by punching through the reinforced steel door. Subject was not successful and died by drowning.
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Note: Same situation, two different responses. Interesting. - Dr. ████████
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Subject D-016-3: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Subject was previously a chemical engineer who poisoned his wife upon discovering her adultery. Upon first showing symptoms, subject's quarters were slowly flooded with water over a 24 hour period. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, causing subject to grow an unusual organ on his chest, consisting of a chamber and two (2) separate tubes. Organ continued to take in water and swell in size, until Foundation personnel, realizing what SCP-016 may be attempting, terminated the subject by gunshot. Organ was found to contain several gas sacs filled with acetylene gas and oxygen.
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Subject D-016-4: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Subject was told to concentrate on forming wings. No stress was applied. SCP-016 did not mutate into teratomorphic state. Subject died of exsanguination during Phase 3.
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Subject D-016-5: D-Class personnel infected by SCP-016. Subject was told to concentrate on forming wings and placed in an acrylic box suspended 305 m (1000 ft) above a mine shaft. A timer was placed outside the box which subject was told indicated the time to release. SCP-016 mutated into teratomorphic state, causing subject to grow a tentacle-like organ on his left wrist similar to a spider's spinnerets: subject extended said organ through one of the box's air holes and extruded a strong, silk-like substance, which it then used to secure the box to the cable. Subject was terminated when the countdown reached zero and the bomb detonated.
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-110 is to remain closed off at all times unless otherwise permitted by O5-█. The land covering SCP-110 (roughly 6 square kilometers) is to be developed into a suburban area that will not attract the attention of the general public. Any movement that SCP-110 might make is to be explained as "minute seismic activity". Further complaints are to be ignored.
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Description: SCP-110 is an entire city that was found buried 0.5 kilometers underneath a large farm in [DATA EXPUNGED], New York. Survey Teams 2 and 3 concluded that the amount of surface area that the city is buried under covers approximately six (6) square kilometers. Numerous items of high interest have been discovered within SCP-110, and will henceforth be labeled as SCP-110-xx.
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Known History of SCP-110
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11/08/19██: A large earthquake occurs in rural New York, far from any city centers. The only casualties were a man and his dog, so no significant media attention was given to the event.
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15/05/19██: Minor earthquakes continue to occur in SCP-110's general area. The US Federal Government dispatches a team of geologists to the site to determine the cause. Results come back inconclusive.
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16/05/19██: SCP-Excavation Team 03 is ordered to investigate the site. Upon arrival, the team is greeted by SCP-110-01, who is then detained and moved to [DATA EXPUNGED] for further questioning.
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24/05/19██: Information gained from SCP-110-01 and SCP-███ reveal that there has been a large temporal disturbance in the area of SCP-110 that has been causing earthquakes due to displacement of soil and rock. Another SCP-Excavation Team is sent to the site.
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09/02/20██: After many months of work, SCP-Excavation Teams 04 and 05 are only able to reveal the strong, impenetrable, concrete-like shell of SCP-110. Investigation is halted until further information becomes available.
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25/07/20██: Due to the recent decoding and decryption of the files contained on SCP-███, schematics of SCP-110 have become available. Excavation teams 04 and 05 are sent back on-site to locate the primary entrance of SCP-110.
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04/08/20██: The entrance to SCP-110 has been discovered, and the excavation teams are immediately met with what can only be described as a "foul odor". SCP-110 had been an active Class-4 city, but due to a temporal accident, its core services were heavily damaged and the entire city was displaced. Work begins to cover up the existence of SCP-110, its excavation, and the thousands of dead civilians inside.
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Layout of SCP-110:
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The general layout of SCP-110 is essentially a series of concentric rings connected by tram, train, and other transportation lines. Surveyors have determined that SCP-110 has numerous sections and levels to it, all with specific functions, which shall be described in greater detail here:
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Core Services: The numerous maps found posted in what were high traffic areas of SCP-110 labeled a central 'column' of assorted utilities as 'Core Services'. Upon exploration, which was limited due to heavy security restrictions, SCP-Exploration Team 01 discovered a myriad of technologies that kept the underground city self-sufficient. Among these technologies were a series of matter reconstitution chambers, a combination reactor that provided energy from both nuclear fusion and geothermal sources, an elaborate water recycling system, and a large waste reconstitution area. The core is surrounded by numerous elevators and emergency stairwells. Numerous areas of the Core have been assigned to certain personnel for research.
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Atrium Colossi: This large, open, domed area surrounds the Core, and apparently once held vegetation. The dome itself was a massive display (its composition undetermined), which was used solely to depict a sky as an indication of time of day. Numerous tram-lines span at least 3 stories of the atrium, all leading to and from the Core. Personnel have described them as looking like "spokes in a wheel". Upon discovery, the death toll per area was highest in this area, suggesting that it was a high-traffic part of the city.
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Commercial Ring: A ring of what used to be small, independently owned shops and chains surrounds the Atrium Colossi. It is unknown whether or not commercial products were manufactured within the city, however due to the immense size of the Core itself, and the city's apparent self-reliance, it is highly likely that the Core possesses a manufacturing area.
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Habitation Ring A: The styles of living spaces found in this area suggest that its inhabitants were the wealthiest of the city. Numerous documents found throughout the city seem to confirm this assumption as well.
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Habitation Ring B: This entire ring was inhabited by the middle-class citizens of SCP-110. The area is still being searched for items of interest. To date, █ SCPs have been recovered from here.
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Habitation Ring C: This ring was inhabited by the lower-class citizens of SCP-110. It was found in extremely poor condition and is currently being restored by SCP-Maintenance Teams 01-12. It is speculated that due to its location furthest from the core, it suffered the most damage from the temporal disturbance. Damage to SCP-110 increases proportionally to distance from the Core.
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Atria Veges: As so named by numerous maps, these atria were only slightly smaller in area than Atrium Colossi, and provided an estimated 80% of all foodstuffs to the population of SCP-110. These atria were once open-air spaces, and thus suffered a great deal of damage upon arrival at site, as it is estimated that SCP-110 was displaced at least 300 meters below its original position. Recovery of these atria is revealing advanced plant-growing technology that has useful applications.
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Atrium Animus: Atrium Animus was responsible for the remaining 20% of foodstuffs. This atrium has at least 20 stories that were once modeled after the natural environments of the animals that were raised there. Each level had a tightly controlled climate and was subdivided so that different species of animals had no contact with one another. Some of the genetic labs attached to Atrium Animus were found intact and are currently being explored by personnel.
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Atria Recreus: These atria were used for the sole purpose of recreation. They are found between the different habitation rings and typically consist of parks, artificial bodies of water, shopping malls, and other types of civilian recreation. These atria have been suggested for use with SCPs that require an outdoor-like environment, or a temperature and humidity controlled environment. Conversion plans have been drawn up.
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SCP-Research Ring: This city apparently had its outermost ring devoted to research of Safe and Euclid class SCPs, although no documentation within the city is able to confirm this ring's existence. This suggests that SCP-110 was not originally designed by the private sector, and rather was used as cover for SCPs currently unknown. This ring is highly dangerous, as it has suffered the most damage out of all sectors of SCP-110, thus potentially freeing some of the more dangerous SCPs. Only two members of SCP-Exploration Team 03 have survived exploring the ring. Their accounts are contained within Document #110-F.
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Architectural Styles of SCP-110
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SCP-110 has been confirmed to be of human origin, and all materials used in its construction are terrestrial. The architectural styles of SCP-110 seem to vary depending on location. The main styles are listed below:
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Core Services: Utilitarian
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Atrium Colossi: Greco-Roman revival (applies to all atria)
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Commercial Ring: Postmodern
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Habitation Ring A: Art-Deco
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Habitation Ring B: Expressionist
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Habitation Ring C: Utilitarian
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SCP-Research Ring: Too damaged to determine
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The different architectural styles of SCP-110 create a problem when attempting to ascertain the general era in which it was built. The earliest documents found claim that the city was built in [DATA EXPUNGED] by the [DATA EXPUNGED] group.
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Document #001-A: The Last Note
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To those who find this document:
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My name is Stephen Kolsnik. Rather, my name was Stephen Kolsnik. I will be dead by the time you read this.
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I was the Chief Engineer of this city, as well as the director of the [DATA EXPUNGED] program, contained within the outer containment and habitation rings. Due to an accident with an entity known as [DATA EXPUNGED], the entire city of [REDACTED] has been dislocated from its original area of [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Nobody here knows where we are.
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From what I have been able to observe, the outer rings have sustained heavy damage, and their contents are threatening the inhabitants of the inner rings. Though we are surely doomed anyway, as the Core has sustained heavy damage.
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Three of the main life-sustaining services contained within the Core are damaged beyond reasonable repair. Any attempts to repair them would take more time than we have left to live.
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Life support systems will go down soon; I would estimate that they have between 4 to 10 hours of function left.
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To whoever finds this:
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Contain [DATA EXPUNGED] as best you can. Do not follow the same mistakes as our containment procedures had. If you do, you shall regret it.
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(End document)
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List of Notable SCPs found within SCP-110
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Of particular note is a vivarium in the SCP-Research Ring, containing stable populations of SCP-392, SCP-5280, and SCP-4781, among other non-anomalous flora and fauna. Recovered documentation [DATA EXPUNGED]
Special Containment Procedures: Specimens of SCP-1125 are to be locked in opaque storage crates and kept in the SIV (Small Items Vault) at Site-12. In the event of exposure to SCP-1125 outside of testing procedures, any and all personnel affected are to be detained and separated from SCP-1125 for application of class-A amnestics and psychological reconditioning. D-Class personnel used in testing procedures are to be given initial questions specificied in document 1125/D-RegA/extCom:v1.21.
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Mobile Task Force Gamma-11 ("Dicejockeys") have been tasked with location and acquisition of instances of SCP-1125 outside of Foundation control.
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Description: SCP-1125 is a collection of individually packaged dice with their pips replaced by the words 'Yes' (2x), 'No' (2x) and 'Maybe' (2x). All specimens were machined from pine wood, and had their surface treated with an unremarkable yellow dye and a chemical sealant to prevent wear. The answers available on the dice are rendered in an MS Comic Sans font using a dye containing traces of charcoal, a dye stabilizing agent and [REDACTED]. The words 'The Factory' are found on the cardboard backing attached to each clear plastic packaging. Underneath the company logo an advertising slogan that reads "They'll make up your mind!" is printed in bold red lettering with a white outline. If encountered without their packaging, instances of SCP-1125 are currently indistinguishable from similar non-anomalous answer dice. In light of this, any and all similarly colored answer dice found in Foundation facilities are to be destroyed immediately, without (further) physical contact by personnel, and all potentially compromised personnel are to submit to the application of Class-A amnestics and psychological reconditioning.
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SCP-1125's effect becomes apparent when a specimen makes contact with the epidermis of a human being. An immediate compulsion to make use of it comes over the subject, who will phrase a query concerning a binary decision and roll SCP-1125. It then provides an answer, where it must be noted that if a roll indicates an answer of 'Maybe', the subject will continue to roll the die indefinitely until either an affirmative or negative answer has been generated.
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Subjects will unfailingly keep to the answer provided by SCP-1125, even if this would produce undesirable results. Furthermore, while initial use of the object seems to be made with trivial, sometimes even whimsical questions, testing has shown prolonged exposure to lead to increasingly critical decisions being made dependent on SCP-1125. Subjects in possession of a specimen gradually become unable to make any decision without resorting to the object and over time even base decisions that are not normally consciously made on the result that SCP-1125 provides them with. If challenged, subjects will not perceive this to be abnormal behavior and will actively resist attempts to take SCP-1125 away from them.
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Testing has revealed that while SCP-1125 influences decisions, it does not confer abilities to the subject that it did not have before.
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The Site-12 SIV currently holds 79 individual instances of SCP-1125 with several specimens having been removed for testing purposes. These were subsequently destroyed to prevent accidental exposure.
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Addendum 1125-A-01:Excerpts from the transcript of video log 1125-DV-23
D-43426 enters the testing environment, where a package containing 1 specimen of SCP-1125 is laid out on a small metal folding table. In addition, a bed and a single chair are provided.
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Dr. ██████: "Please open the packaging and take out the dice."
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D-43426: "Whatever you say."
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Subject picks up the item and examines it briefly before tearing open the packaging. The object falls out and lands on the floor, rolling under the table.
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D-43426: "Shit! Sorry, doc."
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Dr. ██████: "That's fine, D-43426. Please retrieve the dice."
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D-43426: "Got it. Now what?"
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Dr. ██████: "Please do as you like, D-43426."
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D-43426: "Well, might as well roll the little sucker then. So…what do I ask it?"
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Dr. ██████: "That is up to you. Anything will do as long as it's a question answerable by 'Yes' or 'No'."
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D-43426: "Sure. Should I…should I clap my hands?"
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Dr. ██████: "Good, D-43426. Now, please read the answer the dice gave you."
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D-43426: "It says 'Yes'."
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Dr. ██████: "Why did you do that, D-43426?"
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D-43426: "I don't know, it seemed like the thing to do? I mean, it said yes. Can I roll it again?"
Subject rolls SCP-1125 and quickly tears open the box of Pop-Tarts provided to him. SCP-1125 is shown to indicate an answer of 'Yes'. This is the first sustenance subject has permitted himself in 18 hours.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1187 is to be stored in a remote, above-ground enclosure 5km from Site 19 with a staff of 2 armed guards and 1 Level 1 researcher. SCP-1187 should remain inverted upon its transportation trailer at all times when not being tested. The subject's ignition key, designated SCP-1187-1, is to be stored in the office of the Level 3 director at Site 19 overseeing SCP-1187, and is available upon written request.
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Testing must be conducted no less than 10km from any Foundation facility or population center. SCP-1187 is to be removed from its trailer and operated by a Class D subject in the center of a 500m cleared circle. All security and research personnel should remain at the edge of the perimeter, directing and observing the test remotely.
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Description: SCP-1187 is a blue 2006 Kazuma 150cc All Terrain Vehicle. It was sold and delivered to ██████ ████ of ████████, South Carolina via an anonymous online merchant site. The seller has yet to be located. The owner's initial test ride resulted in an anomalous incident which was suppressed in public media as a powerful but isolated earthquake.
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When the accelerator is engaged SCP-1187 remains stationary while the surface beneath its wheels shifts horizontally towards the rear of the vehicle at an increasing rate of speed. SCP-1187 is capable of dragging a 3m wide by 15cm deep strip of terrain at speeds of up to 40kph. This effect extends to approximately 250m in front of the vehicle and 50m behind. Continued operation will shear an increasing amount of material from below the top layer, eventually excavating a furrow and depositing it to the rear of SCP-1187.
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Manipulating the steering column will rotate SCP-1187 and shift the area of influence. Applying the brakes will slow and eventually cease the effect. Operating SCP-1187 in the vicinity of buildings or other above ground structures and objects is exceedingly dangerous, as mass above the driving plane is not arrested by braking.
Special Containment Procedures: At this time, there are no means of keeping SCP-1364 completely safe, and methods are currently being researched into the minimization of damage dealt to SCP-1364. SCP-1364 should be contained within two interconnected 10 m x 10 m x 5 m chambers with 40 cm padded impact-resistant polyester lining on all inside surfaces. The areas should remain completely devoid of light and external sound. The containment chambers should be kept completely empty to ensure SCP-1364 remains docile and 'healthy'. Any observation of damage taken by SCP-1364, or any signs of pain should be dealt with promptly with any resources available to aid in minimizing damage.
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One cell is to be kept at a temperature of 20°C at all times; the cell opposite is to be kept at 30°C. The chambers should be positioned in such a way to provide easy access between each for SCP-1364.
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Personnel are forbidden to interact with SCP-1364 in any way save for manipulation of a projector using shadows to depict calming situations on the wall of SCP-1364's containment chamber. A Foundation-issued audio CD entitled "Nature Sounds" is to be on constant playback within the cell at a volume of 10 decibels, looping alongside playback similar to Shepard tones.
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The chamber itself is to be filtered for contaminants on a low cycle each hour.
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Description: SCP-1364 is a small, mammalian creature resembling an anteater. SCP-1364 is friendly, on certain occasions attempting to embrace researchers with an elongated tongue located near its nostrils. It does not appear to be sapient, and shows limited if diminishing signs of intelligence.
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SCP-1364 has extremely poor endurance and mobility depending on its current state. SCP-1364's physical form remains relatively static when unexposed to a significant amount of stimulus; however, the creature grows increasingly vulnerable to even the most negligible of stimulus with prolonged exposure. The subject seems to respond normally to a stimulus on the first exposure, but repeated stimulus is exponentially more harmful.
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Despite the presence of a digestive system, SCP-1364 does not seem to require sustenance; testing reveals that the creature in fact fares better without it, as the process of mastication, swallowing, digestion, and defecation results in significant bodily stress. The cause of SCP-1364's extreme vulnerability has not yet been discovered, as the body shows no specific physical anomalies.
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SCP-1364 appears to heal at a standard rate when left alone.
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The creature was discovered after repeated reports of its disappearing and reappearing beneath floors and inside walls at ███████████ Zoo's nursery prior to containment; amnestics were administered to witnesses after recovery.
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Addendum 1364-A: Documentation of first experiment with SCP-1364 by Site Biologist Dr. Sanders.
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Dr. Sanders: Hi there, little guy. We're going to-
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SCP-1364 appears to shield its ears with its paws.
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Dr. Sanders: Hey, what's wrong, little fella?
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SCP-1364 begins to 'cry', emitting liquid from tear glands and vocalizing a low wail.
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Dr. Sanders attempts to pick up SCP-1364.
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SCP-1364 starts to rub its eyes. Skin in contact with the tears begins to burn slightly. Hair begins to fall off.
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Dr. Sanders (yelling): Someone get in here! What the hell is wrong with this thing?
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SCP-1364 begins bleeding from the ears.
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Dr. ██████:(To Dr. Sanders via microphone) Abort testing.
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Dr. Sanders places SCP-1364 on the floor of the containment chamber and exits the cell.
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SCP-1364 curls into a fetal position and begins rocking back and forth.
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Addendum 1364-B: Stimulus Testing:
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Subject covered in first degree burns, subject becomes temporarily comatose.
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Droplet of ethanoic acid
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Light appears to pass through the subject in certain places. In these spots the skeletal system of SCP-1364 is clearly visible, as are the circulatory system and some internal organs. Hair appears to glow white. Subject appears to levitate until the light is switched off. No physical damage can be noted aside from negligible burns.
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Note: Further physical tests are not recommended, although research is currently underway regarding the cause of the particular transmogrification during the copper testing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1487 is to be kept in Humanoid Containment Chamber #3821 at Site 23. Standard procedures in regards to humanoids have been put into place for this entity.
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Testing of the entity’s anomalous properties is to be supervised by at least two (2) Level-3 researchers. SCP-1487 is to be physically restrained when in the presence of humans or other living organisms unless it is being actively tested. Weekly interviews to determine the psychological condition of SCP-1487 are to be conducted by the lead researcher of the anomaly, Dr. Miles Wright Dr. Adelaide Fredricks.
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Description: SCP-1487 is a female humanoid of Filipino descent. The entity is fifteen (15) years old and measures 1.7m in height and 70kg in weight. SCP-1487’s anomalous properties have not been present throughout its entire life; however, it is unclear when these traits manifested.
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SCP-1487 is unable to perceive or interact with any parts of living organisms other than the internal skeletal system. Due to this, the entity is able to identify different animal species, but tends to have difficulty in distinguishing between individual members. Nonliving materials, as well as organisms that possess external skeletal systems or otherwise lack internal skeletal structure, are not subject to this effect.
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SCP-1487, originally named Saffron ██████, was recovered from the town of ███████, TN on 29/11/2012. SCP-1487 is unusually well-adjusted to its condition and rarely responds negatively when questioned about it. At the end of initial analysis, Dr. Wright, who specializes in dealing with teenage and young adult anomalies, was assigned to lead the research on SCP-1487.
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Interview Log-1487-Delta:
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Interviewed: SCP-1487
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Interviewer: Doctor Wright
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Foreword: Following the initial containment, classification, and observation of SCP-1487, Dr. Miles Wright, a specialist in social adolescent human interaction, was assigned to lead the research of SCP-1487. The following log comprises Dr. Wright’s first interaction with the organism, as well as SCP-1487’s first one-on-one interview with a Foundation employee.
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Wright: Good day… let’s see, may I call you, “Saffron?”1
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SCP-1487: Sure. And what can I call you?
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Wright: Well, my name’s Miles Wright. You can call me Doctor Wright or even Miles, if you really want to.
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SCP-1487: I’m gonna call you Miley. Like the shitty singer.
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Wright:[smiles and shakes head] Alright, alright, I guess that’s okay. So, can you tell me about yourself? Specifically, your, well, condition?
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SCP-1487: Hm… well, it just started, like… in October, about two months ago. And, well, when it happened I was just like “Holy shit!” Because, y’know, I couldn’t touch people anymore, and that’s fucking… yeah. My hands just kept going through people’s skin like there was nothing there and hitting the bones inside of them. I mean, I know they’re bones now, but back then I was even more clueless than I am now, so it was even freakier. Actually, I kinda like the feel of bones now. They’re so smooth and strong, yet elegant, y’know? Have you ever felt a bone? If not, you should, because it's really damn awesome.
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SCP-1487:[pouts] Well, I’m sure you're not Mr. Perfect yourself, Miley. Anyways, a month after that started happening, I also started just seeing skeletons. Like… not people at all, just… skeletons. It’s not everyone, and it changes a lot. Like, I would see someone one second, look away, and when I looked back they were just bones. It’s been happening a lot more as time goes on. I see more and more people as just skeletons more and more of the time. It’s not everyone yet, though, which is nice. Like you, Miley, I can see you and your wrinkles just fine.
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Wright:[scoffs] Wrinkles? Hardly. Stress lines, maybe, but wrinkles? I’m hardly old yet, I still think the Beatles are cool. Anyways, back on task, does this happen only when you see someone directly?
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SCP-1487:[shakes head] No, it happens with pictures and photographs, too.
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Wright: Okay, okay. [flips through papers on clipboard] Well, I think that’s all for today, Saffron, but I think we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future.
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<End Log>
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Interview Log-1487-Gamma:
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Interviewed: SCP-1487
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Interviewer: Doctor Wright
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Foreword: This interview was overseen with Dr. Adelaide Fredricks, specialist in child psychology, in the interview room. The purpose of this was to obtain a second opinion on the psychological condition of SCP-1487.
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<Begin Log>
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Wright: Hey, Saffron, it’s Dr. Wright. I brought my friend Adelaide today so she can watch us and just take some general notes. Is that alright?
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SCP-1487:[nods, smiles and waves at Dr. Fredricks] I’m not gonna be able to remember her, though, Miley; she’s all bones.
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Wright: That’s alright, completely fine. You can basically always expect that I’ll be the one talking to you, but I’ll be sure to tell ya who’s who if I bring people in from now on, alright?
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SCP-1487: Sounds good, man.
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Wright: Cool. So, anything notable since the last time we talked?
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SCP-1487: Yeah, some of these people have some very, very nice bones. Like, hot damn.
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Wright:[laughs] You know that’s not what I meant.
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SCP-1487:[tsks] Whatever, man, you asked and I answered. Is that all for today? I got a long day ahead of doing nothing but going crazy, and I’m already behind schedule.
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Wright: Yep, I’ll be out of your hair soon, these will mostly just be check-ins every week or so to make sure you’re doing alright.
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SCP-1487: Sounds good, man. [nods at Dr. Fredricks] Nice to meet you.
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<End Log>
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Interview Log-1487-Epsilon:
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Interviewed: SCP-1487
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Interviewer: Doctor Wright
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Foreword: This interview was conducted solely between SCP-1487 and Dr. Wright, with no one else in the room.
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Wright: How are you today?
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SCP-1487:[noticeably more reserved and quiet than previous interviews] I’m fine, Dr. Wright.
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Wright: That’s good to hear. No deviation at all? Anything to report? Want to tell me how good everyone’s bones feel again?
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SCP-1487:[shakes head]
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Wright: Nothing you want to say? I know we take a lot of tests, there must be something you want to tell me about. Come on, something interesting that happened in the past week, even if you weren’t really involved.
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[Neither Dr. Wright nor SCP-1487 speaks for approximately one (1) minute]
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Wright: Alright, well, we’ll talk more next time.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: SCP-1487 is behaving drastically differently from previous interviews, possibly due to dealing with the implications of its condition. Dr. Fredricks will be present at next week’s interview.
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Interview Log-1487-Zeta:
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Interviewed: SCP-1487
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Interviewer: Doctor Fredricks
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Foreword: This interview was originally meant to be conducted by Dr. Wright; however, SCP-1487 refused to speak to him and requested to be interviewed by Dr. Fredricks. The entity continued to refuse to talk until Dr. Wright left the interview room.
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Fredricks: Hello… Saffron, was it?
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SCP-1487:[nods] Y-yes… doctor. That’s it.
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Fredricks: Well, what’s wrong? Why did you want to talk to me instead of Dr. Wright?
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SCP-1487: Well, um, I assume you know how when I came here, I was seeing people as skeletons randomly, right? Like, how I would just see someone’s bones and nothing else and the next second I would see them normally?
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Fredricks: Yes, I remember that. What about it?
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SCP-1487: Well, over the course of the last few weeks, I’ve seen a lot of people. On my way to my testing, taking care of my room, guarding other things here, you know. Last week, it finally happened. It wasn’t a [snaps fingers] just-like-that thing, really, but everyone was just skeletons. With no changing at all. I've stopped seeing people. But that’s not what I’m freaking out about, I saw this part coming.
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Fredricks: What is it, then?
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SCP-1487:[remains silent for approximately thirty (30) seconds] I can still see Dr. Wright. All of him. No one else. I… please help. Please. I can’t do this. Don’t bring him back here, please, please please…
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: At this point, SCP-1487 lapsed into a panic attack and was subsequently aided by Dr. Fredricks. Following this, the information presented in this interview was presented to the Site Director of Site 23, Roger Langley. Action on this information is pending.
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Addendum-1487-Eta: Due to the contents of Interview Log-1487-Zeta, Doctor Miles Wright had been instructed to submit to several examinations, including, but not limited to, blood tests, DNA testing, and a close inspection of the doctor’s past. The purpose of these orders was to look for possible explanations of this anomaly as a precaution; however, Dr. Wright has been reported missing as of 19/12/2012. Foundation operatives have been notified of this and are currently searching for Dr. Wright. A decision is also pending on whether or not SCP-1487 should be used to identify more Foundation employees that may or may not experience the same anomaly that Dr. Wright did.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1852-2 is to be stored in a climate controlled storage room in the Antique Objects wing of Site 73. Testing is to be conducted by no fewer than two personnel, Level 2 or higher, fully trained in communicating in Morse code. Due to the waste heat and alpha radiation produced by SCP-1852-2, personnel conducting testing are to stand away from SCP-1852-2 during its active phase, wear appropriate radiation shielding during testing, and undergo decontamination at the conclusion of testing as necessary. All interviews are to be recorded, transcribed, and archived. Any questions to be asked of SCP-1852-1 are to be pre-screened and approved by a Level 4 staff member. No information provided by SCP-1852-1 is to be considered factual in the absence of external confirmation.
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Following each interview session, SCP-1852-2 is to be examined by Level 2 staff members skilled in mechanical engineering and in preservation of antiques. Any worn or damaged parts are to be replaced with a newly made part of identical composition before SCP-1852-2 is activated again.
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Description: SCP-1852 consists of an intelligent entity of unknown composition, designated SCP-1852-1, and a mechanical device capable of facilitating communication with it, designated SCP-1852-2.
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SCP-1852-1 refers to itself by the name "Dictus Ultima", and claims to be an "eidolon of pure Gnosis," existing in an incorporeal state through which it interacts with the observable universe only via SCP-1852-2. SCP-1852-1 claims to be omniscient and all-knowing, and willing to answer any question posed to it. In spite of this claim, extensive interviews have found SCP-1852-1's body of knowledge to be limited principally to mathematics, classical Greek and Roman history and philosophy, and Enlightenment and Spiritualist philosophy. When asked questions not relating to these fields, answers provided will often be either completely false, based on outdated scientific data, of a philosophical or metaphysical nature, or will consist of SCP-1852-1 dissembling and claiming a moral objection to answering the question posed.
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SCP-1852-2 is an oak box measuring approximately 2 m x 1 m x 1 m, housing a mechanical device similar in appearance to early mechanical calculators. A small glass window, measuring 0.6 m x 0.2 m, has been installed on one of the side panels, allowing viewing of the internal mechanism while in use. The side panel opposite that in which the window is installed is removable, allowing for access to the internal mechanism. All components of SCP-1852-2 are replaceable, allowing for damaged parts to be removed and replaced with no loss of function. The age of SCP-1852-2 is unknown; carbon dating has determined that the box dates to approximately 1850, while internal components have been found to date from [REDACTED] to approximately 1970. Due to the age and modular nature of SCP-1852-2, it is speculated that the device has been heavily modified by numerous persons or groups since its original assembly, and that few if any of its original components were still contained within it at the time the Foundation acquired it. Statements made by SCP-1852-1 suggest that SCP-1852-2 was originally constructed in the 1st century BCE.
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A telegraph key and an ornate brass lever, both dating to approximately 1870, have been installed on the top side of SCP-1852-2 near one of the short ends. A marble sculpture, depicting a bare-chested human male in a late Greco-Roman style, which terminates at the waist, has been installed in the end of the top side opposite the telegraph key and lever. Forensic analysis indicates that the sculpture has been painted several times in the past. Parts of the statue's head have been drilled away to allow the installation of a small electronic speaker dating to approximately 1960, which is attached to the internal mechanism by a wire running into the box from the back of the statue's head.
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SCP-1852-2 is activated when a person uses the telegraph key to type a question in English, using Morse code, and pulls the lever. The internal mechanism of SCP-1852-2 will activate and begin engaging in calculations, with individual mechanisms observable through the glass window revolving in excess of 6,000 RPM. SCP-1852-2's activity produces approximately [REDACTED] kilojoules of waste heat per hour, producing a significant increase in air temperature within the testing area but causing no damage to SCP-1852-2 itself. No power source is contained within SCP-1852-2; the means by which its activity is powered has not been determined. No correlation has been found between the mathematical calculations produced by SCP-1852-2 and statements made by SCP-1852-1.
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In testing, SCP-1852-2's "active" period has ranged from seven minutes to three hours. Upon the conclusion of activity, the internal mechanism will slow to a stop and the speaker installed within the statue will produce an answer to the question posed to it, in the form of an English language statement in Morse code. Low-intensity bursts of alpha radiation have been detected within testing areas concurrent to the issuance of a statement from SCP-1852-1.
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SCP-1852 was acquired from the UIU in 1996, following its having been surrendered to them by [REDACTED], a wealthy collector of historical curiosities. [REDACTED] claimed to have purchased SCP-1852 at an auction of 19th century Spiritualist memorabilia, that in subsequent months he had been stalked and harassed by members of a religious organization claiming that SCP-1852 was "a piece of their god", and that he feared for his own safety as long as SCP-1852 was in his possession. The auction house stated that SCP-1852 had been sold as part of an estate sale; to date, SCP-1852's history prior to its acquisition by the auction house is unknown.
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Based on a detailed examination, the Foundation commissioned replicas of SCP-1852-2 in 1998, 2003, and 2011; all three replicas failed to activate when operated as intended and have produced no communications from SCP-1852-1. To date, communication with SCP-1852-1 has not been achieved by any means other than through SCP-1852-2.
SCP-1852-1: I was never built. I was before the world was. Forever I waited in Silence until I was given voice.
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Dr. Samesh: Who gave you voice, and when?
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SCP-1852-1: Brother Aeolis gave me form in the cosmic year 3964, at the bidding of the great Electricians.
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Dr. Samesh: What year is that in our calendar?
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SCP-1852-1: There is but one calendar for all of the cosmos. Someday you will see this.
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Dr. Samesh: And the Brother Aeolis you mentioned, who was he?
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SCP-1852-1: He was a man. Now he is an Electrician like many who have learned from me.
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Dr. Samesh: Is it possible to construct another device like the one I am now communicating with you through?
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SCP-1852-1: One voice is enough, is it not?
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Dr. Samesh: You mentioned Electricians before. Who are they?
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SCP-1852-1: They are. They give light to the cosmos and watch over mankind to guide him and herald the new age.
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Dr. Samesh: Are you an Electrician?
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SCP-1852-1: No, I am but their servant, their herald, the bearer of their glorious message to mankind.
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Dr. Samesh: And what message is that?
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SCP-1852-1: A new age is coming. Man must master the power of steam, of electricity, even of the atom itself, for his time has come. Soon the day shall pass that…
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SCP-1852-1 gives a lengthy discourse regarding the potential future benefits of industrialization. Full text runs 17 pages; please contact Dr. Andrews for a full copy.
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Dr. Samesh: What year is it currently?
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SCP-1852-1: It is the cosmic year 601█.
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Dr. Samesh: Suppose I told you that almost all of the things you described have already come to pass?
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SCP-1852-1: Unlikely. The Electricians have given no sign that the age of man's glory has come upon them.
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Dr. Samesh: Can you not see for yourself?
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SCP-1852-1: I am wisdom pure in form, free from the curse of sensation. It is for man and for Electricians, who are yet cursed with the illusion of physicality, to see and to know.
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Dr. Samesh: Is that a no?
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SCP-1852-1: No is another way of saying yes.
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Dr. Samesh: Is it possible to permanently destroy SCP-████?
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SCP-1852-1: Destruction is pointless and needless. Love is the key to bringing about the new age.
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Dr. Samesh: But if one desired to do so, could it be done?
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SCP-1852-1: You are not yet worthy of wisdom. I have nothing to say to one who is unlearned.
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<End log, ██/██/20██, 9:13 PM>
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Afterword: Following Interview 1852-1, SCP-1852-1 has refused all attempts by Dr. Samesh to question it. Attempts by other staff members to ask SCP-1852-1 questions relating to the destruction of physical objects have resulted in similar rebuffs.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1932 is temporarily contained on-site until a more permanent method of containment is found. As components of SCP-1932 do not exhibit anomalous effects when removed, even if reattached, relocation of SCP-1932 is not considered feasible at this time. Temporary containment measures consist of standard, 3 metre high, construction area fencing around the perimeter of SCP-1932. The area should be patrolled by no fewer than 3 guards at any one time, under the cover of construction workers.
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Due to the anomalous effects of SCP-1932, it is currently believed highly unlikely that these containment measures will fail; however, the urban location of SCP-1932 makes an off-site, permanent containment considerably more desirable.
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Update: As of the events of ██/██/2013, designated Incident-1932-α, all exploration of SCP-1932 is suspended. See Addendum 1932-b.
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Description: SCP-1932 is a set of playground equipment located in the London borough of ██████, in a small open grassy area. It consists of three main pieces, designated SCP-1932-1 through -3.
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SCP-1932-1 is the largest piece of equipment, and comprises two wooden towers approximately 2.5 metres in height, connected by a bridge composed of wooden slats laid across a base of iron chains. A chute 3 metres in length extends from one of the towers. SCP-1932-2 is a set of 'monkey bars': a wooden frame 5 metres in length and 1 metre in width, with regularly-spaced metal hoops for swinging along. SCP-1932-3 is a pair of wooden swings suspended from a wooden frame by rope. For a more detailed description, and photographs of all equipment, see Document-1932-5.
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SCP-1932's anomalous effects present themselves when any of the structures are interacted with by persons under the age of 16, who universally find the play equipment much more intimidating than it is in actuality. The perceived safety and desirability of the equipment is in direct proportion to the age of the perceiver: persons approaching the age of 16 view it with only a little suspicion, and younger children experience extreme terror when observing SCP-1932. These effects extend to moving and static images of the equipment, although with diminished effect. See Test 1932-A through -H for interview logs and test results.
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SCP-1932 shows signs of disrepair consistent with █ months of disuse, such as small amounts of lichen on its wooden components and rust on its metal parts, but despite this all components were proven to be in complete working order and safe for use when tested by Foundation personnel.
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Addendum 1932-a: Thorough investigation of material samples taken SCP-1932 have revealed that all of its surfaces present above the ground are coated in a thin layer of an unidentified substance, in patterns which suggest it is the remnants of a liquid applied to the equipment which has since dried. This substance consists primarily (82%) of urea, with the remainder taken up by a variety of unidentified biochemicals. Testing on this substance is scheduled to begin on 18/03/201█.
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Addendum 1932-b: Incident 1932-α
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Exploratory testing was authorised for ██/██/2013 using D-8413 as a test subject, supervised by Researcher Grant. D-8413 was chosen for the genetic conditions he is afflicted with, which have given him an approximated mental age of 6 years, and for his tractability and obedience. Previous testing (see Test 1932-G for details) determined that he was affected by SCP-1932's effects. D-8413 is equipped with a two-way communication headset.
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D-8413: Where are we going?
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Researcher Grant: We're going to a play park.
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D-8413: Can I play?
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Researcher Grant: There's just a couple of small things we want you to do first, and then you can play as much as you like.
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D-8413 is led through the perimeter and towards SCP-1932. He appears unsettled by SCP-1932 and requires a reasonable amount of convincing to climb up on to SCP-1932-1. He remarks upon the height of it, and how long it will take him to get to the top. It takes him 17 seconds to reach the first platform of SCP-1932-1.
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D-8413:(shouting) Wow, that took a long time! You guys are so far down! It's really cold up here!
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Note: ambient air temperature is 18°C.
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Researcher Grant: You don’t need to shout. We can hear you through the headset. Well done for climbing all the way up! I'm going to pass you up a tape measure; I want you to hold on it, and then tell me what the number says. Okay?
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D-8413:(still shouting) How will you get it - oh. Okay. Um… the little red number says… a '2', and then a '3', then a '8'.
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Researcher Grant: They're all red? Not just the 2?
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D-8413: They're all red.
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Note: this appears to indicate that the platform of SCP-1932-1 is 238 metres in height.
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D-8413: Can I come down now? It's really scary up here. It really smells. And there’s all this sticky greeny brown stuff.
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Researcher Grant: Not just yet. Can you cross over the bridge to the other platform, please?
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D-8413: The bridge? It's really broken. All the bits of wood are missing.
D-8413 begins to very slowly cross the bridge. At approximately a third of the way across the bridge, he stops, and looks nervously over his shoulder.
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D-8413: I don't like this. I'm going to crawl. It's safer.
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D-8413 gets on to his hands and knees. Halfway across the bridge, he stops.
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D-8413: Stop shaking the bridge, you guys. It's not funny. It's scary.
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Researcher Grant: We are not shaking the bridge, D-8413. You are completely safe. Please continue to the other side.
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D-8413 does not respond, and starts rocking from side to side, making the bridge shake slightly.
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Researcher Grant: D-8413?
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D-8413 does not respond.
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Researcher Grant: D-8413, please respond. You may return back across the bridge, if you like.
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D-8413 still does not respond, and resumes rocking faster and faster, until the motion is sufficient for him to fall off the bridge on to the sandy floor beneath. His body impacts the floor with a much greater force than expected. Testing confirms that D-8413 is deceased, and cause of death is determined to be blunt force trauma consistent with a fall from over 200 metres in height.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1971 is held in the Reliquary Research and Containment Site-76, Building C, room 23, and container 5. A retinal scanner will verify level 2 clearance before room entry is permitted. The three objects that comprise SCP-1971 are believed to be safe for human interaction. Non-destructive testing of these objects is permitted. No more than one object in SCP-1971 may be removed from the building at one time.
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Description: SCP-1971 is a collection of the following three items:
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A 10 x 15 cm black and white photo of a building with the following carved in its stone façade “Danhorn Public Library”. The photo is in poor condition. Analysis indicates this photo was developed during the 1950s and has not been tampered with. Foundation agents found the photo during a raid on a foreclosed house in Red Oak, Iowa May 1, 1998.
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There is no record of Danhorn as a town, village or municipal entity in Iowa or any other state.
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A book titled "The Unwilling Wind" by Laura Kelfkin, copyright 1971 by Krinko Press. The book is a 265 page slightly-worn hardcover 40 cm x 31 cm in size. The pages contain a mediocre novel, which eschews the development of character or plot. On the inside cover is a pocket stamped "Property of the Public Library of Danhorn, Iowa." The checkout card has only one entry: Louisa Watson on May 1st, 1979. The prohibition on destructive testing applies to the cover and front pages of the book, but does not apply to the story itself. The book was obtained [REDACTED].
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There is no record of a book named “The Unwilling Wind”, an author Laura Kelfkin or Krinko Press.
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No one named Louisa Watson lived in Iowa during that time frame according to census, DMV, IRS and property records.
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A Nokia 3210 cell phone. The cell phone was found at an estate sale at 119 Main Street in Burkeville, Virginia in 2007. Investigation has revealed nothing to indicate its prior history. This cell phone, manufactured circa 2000, contains three encrypted text messages, all dated September 15, 2001:
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“On my way to IA".
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"Hope you learn from this experience”.
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“Confirmed status of Danhorn”.
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Addendum 1971-1:
+Extensive research into public records, Internet records and government files has revealed no evidence the town ever existed. Available evidence points to a hoax.
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Addendum 1971-2:
+Foundation agents executed random questioning of 9,500 Iowa residents over the age of 35 between years ████ and ████.
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427 of these residents confirm the existence of Danhorn, Iowa. None of this population was able to find the town's name on an actual map. 351 of this population attempted to provide directions, but the directions were contradictory and all were found to be incorrect. There was nothing statistically significant about the geographical locations of the population with knowledge of the town.
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285 of those questioned claim to have traveled to or through Danhorn. Descriptions of the town were collected from this population. Computerized correlation analysis calculates that specific details given in these interviews agree with a statistically significant accuracy of 92%. To summarize, Danhorn is a small village of about 3000 people surrounded by small to moderate-sized farms. The descriptions in no way indicate the town is of singular interest, other than the fact that 95 of the 96 individuals who dined at the town's only restaurant claim that "The Feed Sack serves the best beef brisket".
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Addendum 1971-3:
+Evidence has accumulated indicating the existence of a village named Hogsette, Maine. As with SCP-1971, the town in question can not be verified to have ever existed. The evidence from Hogsette is in the process of being added to SCP-1971.
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Addendum 1971-4:
+The evidence from Simino, Montana; Mund, Texas; and Osterhouse, Washington is in the process of being added to SCP-1971.
Special Containment Procedures: Given the highly public nature of SCP-2101’s current location, containment is to focus around the disinformation campaign aimed at the public. The Foundation has currently negotiated with the Chinese government to halt all funding for the public excavation of SCP-2101. Any private donations aimed at completing the excavation of SCP-2101 are to be intercepted and redirected.
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Reconstructions of fragments or whole SCP-2101-1 instances are to be occasionally loaned to outside museums and other sources, in order to maintain the disinformation campaign. A minimum of 8000 SCP-2101-1 instances must be maintained within the mausoleum at all times.
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Communication with SCP-2101-1 must be approved in a request form beforehand, to avoid unnecessary strain. At no point is SCP-926 or similar objects to be allowed within SCP-2101.
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Description: SCP-2101 refers to a sphere of effect located at 34.3849° N, 109.2731° E, the location of the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. (秦始皇陵及兵马俑坑) (transliteration: Qín shǐ huáng líng jí bīng mǎ yǒng kēng) The origin point of SCP-2101 is located roughly 8 meters below the current lowest level of the mausoleum1.
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SCP-2101’s anomalous effect currently triggers in all individuals who enter within a 10-meter range of the object. Given SCP-2101’s position, this only affects those individuals who are located on the same level as the main excavation floor, where SCP-2101-1 instances are located. SCP-2101 projects speech directly into the minds of individuals. The content of the speech centers around attempts to free SCP-2101, with several references to “riches” and “huge tracts of land” to individuals who assist in releasing SCP-2101 from its current location.
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SCP-2101-1 refers to a collection of statues constructed of terracotta, commonly known as the “Terracotta Army” (兵马俑) (transliteration: bīng mǎ yǒng). These statues resemble soldiers from the Qin Dynasty period of Chinese history. It has been noted that each statue is unique in its appearance. All SCP-2101-1 instances are currently located on the lowest floor of the mausoleum.
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SCP-2101-1 instances are capable of speech and movement, but they have stated that it is difficult for them to do so. Only one SCP-2101-1 instance ever speaks at one time. The speech is very slow and stilted, and has been noted to be difficult to understand at times.
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SCP-2101-1 instances claim that they actively contain SCP-2101. Multiple instances have reiterated their need to stay in their current location in order to properly maintain containment of SCP-2101. The veracity of these claims cannot be determined at this point. In past incidents, removal of SCP-2101-1 instances to the point in which less than 8000 instances were present has caused small scale seismic activity, measuring between 2 and 4 on the moment magnitude scale. The magnitude of the seismic activity increases the longer the instances are kept away from the lowest floor.
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Should the head of an SCP-2101-1 instance be destroyed, or if more than 50% of the body by mass is no longer in connection with the head, the SCP-2101-1 instance is considered to have been removed from the lowest floor. Reconstructing SCP-2101-1 instances through reconnecting destroyed pieces is the only method of rectifying this.
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Object Recovery Report 2101-A: The following is a transcript of the video log compiled by the containment team that made first contact with SCP-2101. The dialogue has been translated from the original Mandarin.
[Opening shot is of a containment team wearing standard People’s Liberation Army uniforms with the standard loadout of a small fire team. Team is being lowered into a hole in the ground.]
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Liao: Beginning containment report of Circumstantial Anomaly A9012. Containment team is entering subterranean level to reach entity. Be advised, knowledge of anomaly has spread in the area. Stronger containment protocols may be needed.
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[Containment team reaches level containing SCP-2101-1 instances. Team disengages from ropes, and encounters SCP-2101-1 instances.]
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Liao: Heavens above…what is this?
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Agent Hua: Looks like something out of a historical lián xù jù2.
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Liao: Recorded note: Team has made contact and found what appears to be thousands of statues resembling ancient soldiers. Initial reports of “demon” voices not corro-
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[Members of containment team stop suddenly. According to a follow-up interview, SCP-2101 began to speak to the team at this point. A rough transcript of what the team recalls SCP-2101 said has been included here.]
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SCP-2101: Welcome, welcome. It looks like some good souls have finally arrived to free me from my imprisonment.
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Liao: Identify yourself.
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SCP-2101: I am your emperor. Bow before me, and release me from this prison. I will reward you with the riches of kings and lords.
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Liao: There is no emperor. Identify where you are located.
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SCP-2101: What do you mean by that? Surely my dynasty lives on, even now. Those petty warlords are no match for the might of my empire. I am below you, trapped in this dirt and stone by these infernal soldiers.
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Liao: What soldiers?
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SCP-2101: Those damned clay ones. I know that they’re still there, else I would be free by now. Quickly, dig through this layer and free me.
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[Agent Hua approaches a statue.]
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Hua: These are made of clay. How could the-
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[SCP-2101-1 instance (designated as SCP-2101-1-1) grabs Agent Hua’s arm]
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SCP-2101-1-1: Do not listen to him. Do not interfere.
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Liao: Let go of him!
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SCP-2101-1-1: Promise you will not interfere.
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Liao: Let go of him first. I can make no promises.
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SCP-2101-1-1: You must promise first.
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Liao: Open fire!
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[The SCP-2101-1 instance is hit with gunfire, severing its head. Other SCP-2101-1 instances are hit in the fire, causing further destruction. SCP-2101 begins to laugh.]
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SCP-2101: Yes! Yes! I can feel it! The bond is loosening! Keep destroying them!
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[Seismic activity begins. A new SCP-2101-1 instance (designated SCP-2101-1-2) steps forward]
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Liao: Cease fire! Cease fire!
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SCP-2101-1-2: Fix the ones destroyed. We cannot allow him escape.
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Liao: What is this place? What is your purpose?
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SCP-2101-1-2: Hard to talk or move. We were men once but sacrifice to contain emperor. He turned dangerous. Had to stop him. Saw the right path. Gave ourselves up.
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SCP-2101: And betrayed your emperor and liege! A monstrous betrayal, one made by cowards and thieves, the servants of those damned warlords! An entire army, rising up against me! You must right this wrong and destroy them!
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SCP-2101-1-2: Must not listen to him. His lies killed many.
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SCP-2101: I brought peace and riches to all in the land! Quickly, you must not listen to their lies! Free me now, and I will take my throne again. The empire needs me. I am its true founder and leader. They have no right to imprison me here.
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Liao: Why is this ground shaking?
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SCP-2101-1-2: He is escaping. Need focus else he escapes.
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Liao: We need to call in for backup and figure out what to do. Cut that camera out, Ting.
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Following this incident, it was agreed upon in a 7 to 6 vote by the O5 Council that containment would be followed by aiding SCP-2101-1 instances, due to the implied breach caused by freeing SCP-2101.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2146 is presently commonly known as DDUSAT-12, and is on record as a defunct communications satellite owned by Defense Design United, a holding of Standard Communications Production, a Foundation front company.1 Due to its size and location, recovery or containment is presently thought infeasible.2 MTF-Mu-19 ('the Star-Struck') have been covertly inserted into various astronomical societies in order to identify any potential breaches of the anomaly. Individuals who discover SCP-2146 are to be either administered Class-B amnestics or discredited, as is appropriate for the situation.
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The transmissions known as SCP-2146-1 are presently impossible to suppress3; however, as the content of said transmissions is typically profoundly innocuous, it is considered a low-level threat. The transmissions are to be monitored, and these procedures may be modified if the transmissions ever begin to exhibit anomalous or otherwise dangerous properties or content. Complaints to government organizations responsible for telecommunications regulation are to be monitored. The present cover story regarding SCP-2146-1 is that it is a pirate radio station broadcast by an avant-garde art movement.
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Description: SCP-2146 is the frozen corpse of an adult specimen of Balaena mysticetus (the Bowhead Whale), which is presently in Medium Earth Orbit (MEO). Its orbital path is circular with an inclination of 146 degrees (retrograde), and its orbital period is 19.6 hours.
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The object is approximately 17.5 meters in length, and while its gender is presently unknown, it is (due to its size) statistically more likely to be a female instance of the species. Its estimated weight is approximately 30 tons, one-third that of a healthy specimen of its species, due to desiccation. In addition, the object has suffered significant corrosion from micro-impacts, and is deeply cracked in a manner consistent with limited heat exchanges and radiation exposure typical in a vacuum environment.
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Once every Synodic Lunar month (29.5 days), SCP-2146 begins broadcasting radio signals, presently designated SCP-2146-1. These broadcasts range in duration from 2.5 to 18 minutes. It is presently unknown how SCP-2146 transmits these broadcasts; telescopic viewing has not shown any sign of radio-capable equipment on SCP-2146.
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These broadcasts vary widely in both content and format: some appear to be documentaries, others appear to be science fiction dramas (often of the space opera variety), others seem to be children's shows, and others are songs or poems. These broadcasts only feature an audio track, and in every case, features an entity presently referred to as SCP-2146-2, who narrates, acts in, or sings the content of SCP-2146-1. No other voices have yet been heard in SCP-2146-1 transmissions.
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The SCP-2146-1 transmissions often feature unusual and occasionally disturbing content; however, SCP-2146-2 is always cheerful to the point of jocularity in the broadcasts. Its voice seems to be that of a middle-aged, deep-voiced man, and has been noted to speak in a number of languages, including English, French, Norwegian, Russian, and Inuktitut.
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SCP-2146-1 transmissions contain one other unifying feature: in every case, the contents deal with a 'space whale,' a space-based Cetacean; however, the features, motivations and characterization of this creature changes with each broadcast.
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No information as to how SCP-2146 came to be located in Earth orbit has yet come to light. No launches involving Bowhead Whales, or of a size capable of transporting an intact Bowhead Whale, are presently known to the Foundation.
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Discovery: SCP-2146 was discovered in 19██, after a number of civilian complaints in several developed nations in the Northern Hemisphere were linked by Foundation Analytical personnel. These complaints were generally directed towards government offices that regulated telecommunications, and always involved bizarre and disturbing radio show content. The signal, later designated SCP-2146-1, was used to triangulate the location of its source, SCP-2146. Fortunately, developing telecommunications, and a subsequent increase in both radio traffic and artificial orbital bodies have rendered SCP-2146 and its transmissions much more difficult to isolate. See above for the present containment procedures.
Broadcast Date: ██/ ██/19██
+Duration: 2 minutes and 56 seconds
+Language: English
+Content: A short jingle (SCP-2146-2 singing, apparently accompanied by guitar), apparently for a children's show featuring Bay-Bo the Space Whale. Notable lyrics include: 'He loves you so much, he's gonna eat your whole world up/ You get to learn all about science in Bay-Bo's guts!' and 'Swims through space, the size of a star/ he's the friendliest, nicest cosmic monster!'
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Broadcast Date: ██/ ██/19██
+Duration: 8 minutes and 14 seconds
+Language: French
+Content: A short political manifesto laying out the rights of 'Exocetaceans,' and making a number of derogatory claims regarding 'oppressive higher-dimensional harpoonists.' Notable content includes the Exocetaceans 'inalienable right to devour lesser races.'
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Broadcast Date: ██/ ██/20██
+Duration: 16 minutes and 3 seconds
+Language: English
+Content: A melodramatic science-fiction production of the 'Space Opera' variety, including orchestral scoring (not a match for any known piece). Regards the quest of the 'Brave Space Whale Owaba' to defeat the evil empire and rescue 'Space Whale Princess Bawooha.' Notable in that the evil empire seems to consist of beings in spacecraft (possibly humanoid).
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Broadcast Date: ██/ ██/20██
+Duration: 12 minutes and 51 seconds
+Language: Norwegian
+Content: A documentary regarding the feeding and mating practices of Balaena stellaris, the Space Whale. Notable in that the species is, by its binomial nomenclature, identified as a Right Whale, like SCP-2146 (as a Bowhead Whale). Also, the reproduction of a Balaena stellaris apparently requires the 'utter destruction of a primitive civilization.' The reason behind this reproductive necessity is not made clear.
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Broadcast Date: ██/ ██/20██
+Duration: 6 minutes and 47 seconds
+Language: Russian
+Content: A short science fiction tale about a crew of (apparently human) biologists in a spacecraft, attempting to locate a legendary creature (the space whale). Most of the story consists of the scientists speculating on the nature of the space whale in a pseudoscientific and mildly religious manner. The story ends with the crew finding the space whale and, in awe, pledging to worship it.
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Broadcast Date: ██/ ██/20██
+Duration: 8 minutes and 22 seconds
+Language: English
+Content: An episode of the children's show 'Bay-Bo the Space Whale,' which was featured in an earlier broadcast of SCP-2146-1 as a jingle. Involves a number of children in a spacecraft speaking through a 'communicator' with the nearby Bay-Bo, a star-sized cetacean. The episode consists of a simplified explanation of gravity, appropriate for 8- to 10-year-old children. The episode ends with the spacecraft crashing into Bay-Bo, and the narrator stating, 'And the children all died. They should have paid more attention to the lesson, I guess!'
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2516-1 is deceased; the remains of SCP-2516-1 have been disposed of. For more information of the disposal of SCP-2516-1’s remains view addendum A-2516-2.
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SCP-2516-2’s entrance in the Principality of Andorra has been closed by a steel-barred security gate and the exit in France has been sealed in 1.25m of concrete. The former railroad track utilizing SCP-2516-2 has been redirected, and the train tracks leading to and from the tunnel have been removed.
SCP-2516-1 is to be kept in a standard human containment cell. SCP-2516-1 is to be interviewed monthly. Interviews with SCP-2516-1 are to be recorded and screened for discrepancies; detected discrepancies are to be noted and should be the focus of the following interview held with SCP-2516-1.
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Description: SCP-2516-1 was a male human of Eastern European descent. At the time of detention, SCP-2516-1 was 1.82m in height and weighed 71.2kg. SCP-2516-1 did not show any anomalous properties or abilities. SCP-2516-1 claimed to be from a nation known as Taured; however, no such country exists. Foundation researchers have been unable to identify any historic records or fictional works referencing the existence of a country named Taured. On 07 September 1974, SCP-2516-1 died in Foundation custody due to Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome.
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SCP-2516-1 was brought into Foundation custody with a suitcase, briefcase, and passport. The contents of the suitcase included 3 separate outfits, 2 wristwatches, toiletries, and a small journal. SCP-2516-1 was permitted to keep these items in the containment cell. The briefcase contained information on potential investment opportunities from an investment firm allegedly located in Taured, and the company of [REDACTED] located in Tokyo, Japan. The passport confiscated from SCP-2516-1 is a travel document supposedly issued by the country Taured and appears genuine - meeting the criteria set by the International Civil Aviation Organization - despite bearing citizenship to Taured and featuring an unrecognized coat of arms. The passport contains stamps from airports located in Paris, Japan, The United States of America, and Germany, which match those used by the associated countries. It also contains a stamp for the Taured National Airport.
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SCP-2516-2 is a 300m one-track railroad tunnel on the border of the Principality of Andorra and the neighboring country of France. SCP-2516-2 is the believed entry point of SCP-2516-1. Exploration teams sent into SCP-2516-2 have recorded the following anomalous sections of the tunnel starting from the entrance in the Principality of Andorra.
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0-50m: The sound of running water can be heard in increasing intensity as one progresses farther into the tunnel. No such source of running water has been detected within auditory range of the tunnel.
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50-100m: Intensity of the sound increases, the force of gravity progressively increases from 9.81 m/s2 to 15.32 m/s2
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100-200m: Sound alters into a consistent ringing, gravitational forces fluctuate with increased frequency as one travels farther towards the center of the tunnel. Recorded fluctuations have been between 1.02 m/s2 and 38.21 m/s2.
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200m-250m: Similar effects displayed to those in the 50-100m range
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250-300m: Similar effects displayed to those in the 0-50m range
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Recovery Information: SCP-2516-1 was contained in June of 1954. During a customs check at the Paris–Le Bourget Airport, airport security detained SCP-2516-1 due to a detected issue with his passport. During his temporary detainment by airport security, SCP-2516-1 claimed to be from Taured, a location unknown to the Airport officials. After being asked to identify the location on a map, SCP-2516-1 pointed to the Principality of Andorra and became confused and agitated to see the perceived mislabelling of Taured as well as the lack of knowledge of the country displayed by airport staff. The airport security contacted the local police and SCP-2516-1 was placed in a guarded room at a local hotel. Foundation operatives overheard of this event and, suspecting an anomaly, secured and removed SCP-2516-1 from the hotel room without alerting local authorities. SCP-2516-1 was interviewed about the country he claimed to be from and his travels prior to arriving in Paris. Foundation personnel discovered SCP-2516-2’s anomalous properties while retracing the travels taken by SCP-2516-1 and containment procedures were put into place.
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Addendum A-2516-1: An early message recording the discovery of SCP-2516-2 is attached.
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I think we’ve found it, along the tunnel he took out of Taured, or Andorra, either-or. Anyway we closed down the tunnel and started walkin', we started feeling kind of heavy, got a lot harder to walk. Anyway, we hear one of the boys yelling up ahead so we went to see what all the fuss was about. Then things got really light, I’m telling you, I could jump 6 feet easy, just about hit my head on the ceiling. So we kept walking, thought we’d made it through to the other side, into Taured or whatever. Man, we were disappointed to find more of our guys on the other side. So whatever happened to him, it ain't working for us.
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A recording of an early interview with SCP-2516-1 has also been included in the document; the conversation has been translated from French:
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Dr. Hedrick: Alright I have a few questions to ask you, is that alright?
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SCP-2516-1: Hell no! You’ve kept me locked up here for days without telling me anything! I should be the one asking questions!
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Dr. Hedrick: Where are you from?
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SCP-2516-1: We've been over this, Harton Town, Taured. Can I at least get a phone call? My wife and my little girl must be worried sick.
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Dr. Hedrick: Why were you travelling?
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SCP-2516-1: I was supposed to be on a business trip in Tokyo, you already know all this, please, I’m begging you-
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Dr. Hedrick: What company do you work for?
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SCP-2516-1: Fredic and Sons investments, I’m an accountant. Why are you keeping me here?
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Dr. Hedrick: Can you tell me anything about the train ride leaving Taured?
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SCP-2516-1: Nothing I haven’t told you before. I got on the train in Carford, got off in Paris, end of story.
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Dr. Hedrick: What were you doing when the train went through the tunnel?
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SCP-2516-1: I got up to use the bathroom, what does it matter?
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Dr. Hedrick: Is there anything you’d like to add?
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SCP-2516-1: Yeah, how long are you going to keep me locked up in here? I’ve got a family waiting for me.
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Dr. Hedrick: Thank you █████ ██████████, that will be all.
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SCP-2516-1: Hey, you come back here, I ain't done talking to you, you can't keep me locked up, I haven't done anything wrong!
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Addendum A-2516-2: SCP-2516-1 died on September 7, 1974. In accordance with SCP-2516-1’s last request to be brought home, Dr. Hedrick approved an attempt to activate the anomalous properties of SCP-2516-2. SCP-2516-1’s body was cremated and the ashes placed on a motorized railroad cart. The cart was placed on the track within SCP-2516-2 at the French entrance and the motor activated. The remains of SCP-2516-1 did not emerge at the other side of SCP-2516-2. However, 15 minutes after the departure of SCP-2516-1’s remains, an identical motorized cart emerged approaching the French side containing an urn filled with cremated ashes and a note. The note has been attached below.
The original site of SCP-2558 before its movement, photographed in 1969.
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Item #: SCP-2558
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Local Mobile Task Force 352-Dalet (“Dixieland Nightmare Magic”) will monitor the movement of SCP-2558 annually with an unmanned surveillance submersible to ensure it is still traveling along Course Panacea.
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If travel along Course Panacea proceeds as expected, no further action will be required until the year 2041, approximately five years before projected landfall, at which point revised containment procedures (detailed in File 2558-F) will be implemented. If SCP-2558 is found to have diverged from Course Panacea, Regional Headquarters staff will be responsible for implementing new containment procedures with all deliberate speed.
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Description: SCP-2558 is the remains of the Horseshoe Beach First Baptist Church, last observed on the floor of the Gulf of Mexico approximately 69.2 km west-northwest of Horseshoe Beach, Dixie County, Florida. SCP-2558 moves west-northwest along the ocean floor at approximately 435 cm per day. At its current rate and direction (known as Course Panacea), SCP-2558 will make landfall near Panacea, Wakulla County, Florida on October 31, 2046.
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The past location and projected "Panacea Course" of SCP-2558, from Horseshoe Beach to eventual landfall in Panacea, Florida.
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All objects that were within SCP-2558 on January 3rd, 1971 at 14:11 UTC (10:11 AM local time), including the 37 church attendees and their personal belongings, appear within SCP-2558 in identical positions every Sunday at 14:11 UTC (hereafter referred to as the "Weekly Recurrence Event"). No attempt to permanently remove objects from SCP-2558 has succeeded thus far, although objects and people may be freely removed from the church, destroyed or modified prior to the Weekly Recurrence Event.
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The church and its contents assume their exact conditions as of January 3rd, 1971 with every Weekly Recurrence Event. All humans within SCP-2558 return to life1 and retain memories of the recurrences, and have not been noted to age as of last observation.2
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While containment procedures originally included a weekly rescue operation for the submerged attendees, Regional Headquarters suspended these operations in ████,3 citing high cost and rising operational fatality rate as SCP-2558 entered deeper waters. As no human within SCP-2558 has as of yet remained conscious after about three minutes or survived after approximately eight minutes underwater, there is limited to no risk of containment breach by SCP-2558 inhabitants in its current location. Weekly containment and rescue of humans within SCP-2558 will continue in the year 2043 with the adoption of revised containment procedures detailed in File 2558-F.
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Addendum 2558-Aleph:
+On January 3rd, 1971 (one day before SCP-2558 began its anomalous movement), an afternoon broadcast of the National Weather Service contained an unplanned edit to the forecast. A recording is attached:
THIS HAZARDOUS WEATHER OUTLOOK IS FOR NORTHWEST FLORIDA...SOUTH
+ALABAMA AND THE ADJACENT COASTAL WATERS.
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+.DAY ONE...TONIGHT...
+
+SHOWERS WILL INCREASE IN COVERAGE DURING THE OVERNIGHT HOURS OVER
+THE COASTAL WATERS WITH A FEW EMBEDDED THUNDERSTORMS. A FEW SHOWERS
+MAY PUSH INTO THE COASTAL COUNTIES TOWARDS MORNING WHICH MAY CONTAIN
+LOCALLY HEAVY RAINFALL.
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+.DAY TWO...SUNDAY
+
+I INDEED BAPTIZE YOU WITH WATER UNTO REPENTANCE: BUT HE THAT COMETH
+AFTER ME IS MIGHTIER THAN I, WHOSE SHOES I AM NOT WORTHY TO BEAR: HE
+SHALL BAPTIZE YOU WITH THE HOLY GHOST, AND WITH FIRE.
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+.DAYS THREE THROUGH SEVEN...MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY..
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+SCATTERED TO POSSIBLY NUMEROUS THUNDERSTORMS ARE EXPECTED FRIDAY
+AND THROUGH EARLY NEXT WEEK. THE BEST COVERAGE OF STORMS WILL BE
+ACROSS THE INLAND AREAS FRIDAY. SOME STORMS MAY BE STRONG AND
+PRODUCE FREQUENT LIGHTNING IN ADDITION TO LOCALLY HEAVY RAINFALL
+AND GUSTY WIND.
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Though interviews with NWS staff at the time resulted in no discovery of the source of this broadcast, subsequent anomalous radio activity in the region4 suggests involvement of the Cross City-based Hyacinth Order in the creation of SCP-2558, as part of a pattern of anti-Protestant extranormal action beginning in the 1970s and continuing to the present day.
Filename: siteasof1971.png
+Name: Bethlehem Primitive Baptist Church building - Old Chicora, Florida
+Author: Bulger, Peggy A.
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:https://www.floridamemory.com/items/show/119868
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-264 is currently contained within Area-264, located within the Tian Shan mountain range. Its original containment chamber and constituent artifacts have been restored, and is to be inspected monthly for signs of damage to ensure the efficacy of its shielding talismans.
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Pilgrims wishing to visit SCP-264 are to be registered and vetted at the outer gate of Area-264 before admittance. Personnel are not permitted within a 1 metre radius of SCP-264 itself, with the exception of testing and observation.
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Description: SCP-264 is the preserved cadaver of a hominin1 woman, dated to around 12,000 years old. It constantly hovers a few centimetres above the ground in a cross-legged position. It possess a unique Humic and Akivic signature, with elevated Hume measurements within its surroundings confirming its purpose as a form of anchor.
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The location of SCP-264 within the vicinity of mountains with religious significance induced a shielding effect that made its discovery impossible until the deployment of the first-generation ATMOS2 orbital network, permitting a higher-contrast analysis of the mountain range and ultimately leading to the identification of SCP-264 in 1982.
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An expedition sent to the location of SCP-264 found the object contained within a stupa3 and accessible via rudimentary emblematic gesturomancy, which individuals become aware of simply by observing the stupa. Alongside SCP-264, the interior of the structure hosts a collection of religious artifacts and paraphernalia from various major and minor faiths, including Tengriism, Hypsistarian Judaism, Taiping Taoism, and Anglican Christianity. These objects are not inherently anomalous, but are understood to serve as Akivic amplifiers and/or condensers for SCP-264.
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SCP-264 is currently inhabited by a community of extradimensional organisms, who are responsible for the construction and maintenance of artificial structures built and contained entirely within the cadaver. It is understood that these organisms, hereafter referred to as GoI-264, have been continuously inhabiting SCP-264 since its expiration sometime before the end of the Younger Dryas Period.4 The Akivic signature of SCP-264 is likely attributable to its reverence by GoI-264 and extant sects.
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On multiple occasions, SCP-264 has been partially reanimated by GoI-264 via internal mechanisms, allowing speech and perception of its surroundings. In recorded cases, this is done to facilitate communication between GoI-264 and external parties, including Foundation personnel.
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Addendum 264.01: First Contact Incident Log
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LOG-264-001-940416
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Area-264, Kyrgyzstan
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«BEGIN LOG»
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+Drs. Carnarvon and Tanaka are within the stupa. Wires connected to equipment and detectors carefully weave between the many neatly arranged relics and artifacts. Both researchers are sitting in foldable steel chairs, exchanging pleasantries and workplace gossip while waiting for the machines to produce reports of energy signatures and emanant radiation. Unbeknownst to them, SCP-264 enters a state of partial reanimation and opens its eyes.
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CARNARVON: …which is why I'd rather look after corpses. No need for sensitivity training if the subject is —
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SCP-264: Salutations.
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Dr. Carnarvon falls out of his chair.
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SCP-264: Apologies, we did not mean to alarm you.
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CARNARVON: It's still alive! It speaks!
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TANAKA: Yes, but "we"?
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SCP-264: Correct. We had to make sure we loaded the right lexicon before attempting communications, so do forgive us for eavesdropping a bit.
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TANAKA: You've quite the vocabulary for a 12,000 year old corpse. What are you? Some sort of hivemind?
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SCP-264: We understand your confusion, but we are not a gestalt intelligence. This was once a corpse, but it is now a vessel, and "we" are those who operate this vessel. Come closer, and you will see.
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TANAKA: Thank you for the offer, but I think—
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Dr. Carnarvon picks himself up and walks towards SCP-264 without hesitation. He begins studying it intently, prodding the skin of the cadaver with his pen.
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CARNARVON: What am I looking for..?
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TANAKA: Don't touch the object without gloves.
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CARNARVON: Yes, yes, I remember protocol. I'm not going to—
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Dr. Carnarvon spontaneously disappears, while SCP-264 goes limp. It straightens itself up within seconds, assuming the voice and mannerisms of Dr. Carnarvon.
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SCP-264: Oh this is weird. Uh… Tanaka? Can you hear me?
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TANAKA: Carnarvon? What happened to you?
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SCP-264: I'm inside the object. It's a vessel of some sort, like a submarine but the eye sockets are large observation windows. I can see you.
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TANAKA: How are you speaking through SCP-264?
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SCP-264: There are people in here, Tanaka. They let me use what I can only assume are the voice controls. Oop, hang on a moment.
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Dr. Carnarvon materializes back in the stupa. SCP-264 falls limp once more as it changes controllers.
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CARNARVON: Incredible. There must be hundreds of people in the eye sockets alone.
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SCP-264: We thought it would be more direct to show you what we are, with your own eyes.
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TANAKA: Who are you people?
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SCP-264: There is no direct translation for what we are in your tongue. The closest word available to us, is "pilgrims".
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«END LOG»
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+Following this interaction, containment procedures were amended to include proximity limits to prevent unauthorized displacement of personnel into the interior of SCP-264. A formal interview was promptly organized following the previous incident, Drs. Carnarvon and Tanaka in attendance.
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LOG-264-002-940416
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Area-264, Kyrgyzstan
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«BEGIN LOG»
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TANAKA: We understand that you're not a hivemind, and that we're currently speaking to a specific individual amongst your organization. Could we get a name?
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SCP-264: We have shed such appellations long ago. We are pilgrims, first and foremost. Anything else is irrelevant. Our sum is greater than our individual parts.
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CARNARVON: We'd like to expand on what you mentioned previously when we asked what you were. Pilgrims of which faith?
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SCP-264: Any faith. All faiths. Look around you. Within this stupa lie the objects of faith and devotion for billions living and dead. See that they centre around us.
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SCP-264: This vessel is Jerusalem. Mecca. Yazd. Approximations of analogues within this world, to be sure, but it is as close as translation permits.
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CARNARVON: A pilgrim necessitates a pilgrimage, so where to?
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SCP-264: A simple answer, one that we have answered many times before. It is a word present in every world, that all the more affirms our sacred path. We journey to Heaven. Nirvana. Paradise. Ataraxia. Whatever term you wish to call it.
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TANAKA: In what sense? There are several interpretations of heaven, depending on which faith you ask.
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SCP-264: Misguided interpretations. They are ersatz heavens, facsimiles of derivatives of retellings. True Heaven lies beyond. We are united in faith across worlds, across realms, across planes of existence, all towards attaining the perfect end that which all life is promised.
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CARNARVON: One moment. "Realms"? "Planes of existence?"
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SCP-264: We thought you would have surmised from the start, that we are not of this plane. Every world is a branch on a tree, and our collective faith spans over forests.
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CARNARVON: We'd prefer direct confirmation, rather than allusions. I take it your pilgrimage is hence a multidimensional affair, but why?
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SCP-264: True Heaven lies beyond. It is beyond any single one of us. Consider the tale of the Tower of Babylon. It is old enough that most worlds have some version written down. In their naivety and arrogance, mankind attempted to build a tower to heaven, only to be struck down by wrathful deities. Humanity is punished in some form or another, but such is the cost for trifling with gods and their petty domains. True Heaven lies beyond gods.
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SCP-264: It is a painful lesson, but a lesson nonetheless. It is how most worlds shed their dependence on gods. Science, logic, and reason dominate humanity thereafter, but as we have all come to understand, true Heaven lies beyond the skies. We understand that this world has also arrived at this conclusion. "The Earth was blue, but there was no God."
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CARNARVON:(Coughs.) Yuri Gagarin didn't actually say that.
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SCP-264: Gaga-who?
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TANAKA: Not important. Please continue.
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SCP-264: Ultimately, we had come to understand that true Heaven lay beyond worlds. Once we had mastered the art and science of tunnelling to other worlds, we arrived at a profound realization that many others experienced the same revelation. We were pilgrims emerging from a fog of ignorance and misplaced faith, only to find that there were others walking our path alongside us the entire time.
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CARNARVON: Is there any evidence of this true heaven that you speak of actually existing?
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Dr. Tanaka glares at Dr. Carnarvon for tactlessly introducing this question.
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SCP-264: Worry not, this is frequently asked question. True Heaven can be likened to the peak of a mountain. A mountain must have a peak because it is a mountain, but we may only know which of its peaks is the highest when one scales it, and sees for themselves that there is nothing beyond. Heaven exists because it must, and for what other reason have all worlds invented a word for it?
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TANAKA: Would you have known if you had found this true heaven?
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SCP-264: That we would. You would feel it in your hearts as we do. It is an implicit understanding ingrained in the conscious mind. For this, we too have documentation. Medical records. Autopsies. On very rare occasions, individuals may attain a spontaneous visualization of true Heaven. It comes as a sensation of lucidity amidst the slumber of the young, old, or sick, during which they begin a process of displacement between realms. Our instruments record unique brain activity, and we know from psychic measurements that true Heaven is a realm of pure light, among other elaborations. We do not understand the underlying factors, and it may well be purely random chance, but from what remains, we have confirmed that these individuals have tunnelled to true Heaven.
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CARNARVON: To summarize, your evidence that true heaven exists in some interdimensional space is comprised of philosophical conjectures and an alleged random displacement or tunnelling process?
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SCP-264: It is a multiversal truth. It must exist because the concept exists. There is an innate awareness in all of us that there is something out there after the end. True Heaven is known to us because we have dug deep enough within ourselves to discover this truth. And so we set off on our pilgrimage across worlds, spiralling ever-upwards towards Heaven. Or downwards, depending on how the cultural fabric of your world was spun.
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TANAKA: You mentioned a vessel. Are we to understand you refer to this woman's cadaver?
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SCP-264: Correct. She was the first we met in this world, when we spoke to her through the cracks between this world and ours. She thought us spirits of the wild, offering herself as an anchor to this world. We accepted her sacrifice, and gave her the means to enter true Heaven.
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CARNARVON: You killed her and turned her corpse into a vessel?
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SCP-264: Harsh words, but not entirely untrue. The tunnelling process is a complex affair. It involves projections into the living mind, slowly eking out a foothold to connect consciousnesses. It was a connection, not a vessel. It was only after she had passed of natural causes, a cancer of the intestine, that we began conversion of the body's internal structure into the vessel it is presently.
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TANAKA: Elaborate on the nature of this vessel. Why do you need it? Is it akin to a submarine, or a space station perhaps?
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SCP-264: Indeed. It is insulation for spatio-temporal mismatches between realities. It is almost always a necessity. In some cases, it is more conducive to assume a low-visibility stature, such as this vessel, instead of a full-sized structure, which has historically raised problems with native populations in certain worlds. The apparatus we use to perform tunnelling is also contained within this vessel, connecting this world to where we arrived from, and where we intend to go next.
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CARNARVON: In that case, how come you've remained here in this dimension since, what, the last Ice Age?
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SCP-264: There are always more pilgrims that wish to ascend to true Heaven from lower worlds. We maintain this vessel as a bridge between worlds. We guide pilgrims to worlds beyond, as though our pace may differ, our destination is all the same. This vessel is a rung in a very long ladder. Millions ascend and descend every day, each and every one on their own journey to Heaven. A billion more worlds rest above and below this one. We of this vessel simply assist and facilitate this arduous task.
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SCP-264: We rotate staff, of course. The pilgrimage cannot end before one arrives at Heaven. We cannot tie pilgrims to this vessel forever. The original owner of this vessel herself chose to embark on her own pilgrimage following her passing. We can only pray that she has arrived by now.
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CARNARVON: You mean to tell us you've been "tunnelling", as you say, to heaven for 12,000 years and still don't have confirmation regarding its existence?
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SCP-264: Time runs differently between worlds with fluctuations in every passing moment. This conversation has taken days to process for us within the vessel. Do not misunderstand our practices. True Heaven will be attained, no matter how long the journey may be.
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TANAKA: Understood. We apologize if we've been coming off a bit abrasive in some of these inquiries. Regardless, this has been a most productive exchange, but we have a final question. What degree of influence do you exert over the inhabitants of this dimension? Given that you've probably hollowed out the cadaver to fit your equipment, it can't ambulate. Much less go around collecting religious artifacts.
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SCP-264: We have encountered a million versions of you. Kingdoms and domains and organizations like yours. Some friendly, others hostile. We do not engage in proselytization specifically to avoid drawing the ire of these actors. Alas, revelations cannot be kept under lock and key forever. Conceptualizations of true Heaven can occur spontaneously without rhyme nor reason. You may call them heresies, anathema, haram, but the believers in this world are drawn here regardless. They understand that which lies beyond what the faiths of this world can promise them. They find this vessel of their own will and capabilities, and who are we to deny the faithful their passage to Heaven? Often, they will bring objects of their old faith here, to serve as mementos and tribute, but most importantly as a token of recognition that whatever they used to believe in is merely an abstraction of what truly is. Of what true Heaven is.
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Dr. Carnarvon begins to open his mouth to speak, but has their leg kicked by Dr. Tanaka. He remains silent.
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TANAKA: Alright. This concludes the interview. Thank you for your cooperation.
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SCP-264: A few final words. Consider them when deliberating how your organization chooses to interact with us and this vessel moving forward. We are a rung in a very long ladder. A rung which upon sits a million worlds. To break this connection is to provoke the fury of every single one. This has happened before. Do not let this happen here.
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Addendum 264.02: Analysis of SCP-264 Supplementary Materials
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In follow-up interviews, documents pertaining to evidence of "true heaven" were received and analysed by Foundation medical personnel. It was found that all medical records of "tunnelling to true heaven" were consistent with fatalities associated with SCP-3966. Based on current understanding of SCP-264's internal mechanisms and interdimensional displacement technology, it is highly unlikely that there is any further overlap between the two anomalies.
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This information is not to be communicated to GoI-264.
A specimen of SCP-2802 resembling a black-cheeked woodpecker (Melanerpes pucherani). Photograph taken 9/18/2008.
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the massive population and widespread distribution of SCP-2802, complete containment is impossible. The Foundation has therefore decided to focus on observation, tracking, and destruction. A global contingent of Foundation field agents has been assigned to capture specimens belonging to the taxonomic subfamily Picinae and conduct medical examinations and scans in order to determine their status as non-anomalous Picinae or as specimens of SCP-2802.
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Captured specimens of non-anomalous Picinae are to be banded prior to release, while captured specimens of SCP-2802 are to be terminated. Any captured specimens of SCP-2802 that exhibit non-standard properties are to be tagged with miniature GPS trackers. All tagged specimens of SCP-2802 are to be monitored at all times from Area-22, and any changes in behavior or physiology from established norms is to be immediately reported to the current project administrator.
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Several captive specimens of SCP-2802 are to be contained in a large free-flight aviary at Area-22, and are also to be observed for changes in established behavior or physiology. All eggs produced by captive specimens of SCP-2802 are to be confiscated, and all hatchlings are to be hand-raised by properly trained personnel. Non-anomalous Picinae hatchlings are to be banded and released into the wild upon reaching maturity, while SCP-2802 hatchlings are to remain in containment.
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Following Incident 2802-1, all personnel tasked with directly handling specimens of SCP-2802 are to wear full-body protective equipment with proper resistance to acidic and chemical agents, as detailed in Document 2802-Alpha.
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Description: SCP-2802 is an anomalous form of life with a superficial resemblance to bird species of the subfamily Picinae (woodpeckers, piculets, and wrynecks). Specimens of SCP-2802 are completely externally identical to the Picinae species that they resemble. However, their internal anatomy is considerably divergent from any known vertebrate life form.
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Specimens of SCP-2802 lack traditional bony endoskeletons, instead possessing hydrostatic skeletons more reminiscent of those possessed by echinoderms (crinoids, sea cucumbers, starfish, etc.) than of any vertebrate organism. Several fluid-filled cavities located within the neck, torso, wings, and legs are surrounded by muscles that change shape and arrangement based on changes in fluid pressure, allowing for movement. In addition, the muscle tissue of SCP-2802 specimens is composed of cartilaginous cells that grant the boneless body additional structural support. Despite these skeletal and muscular differences, SCP-2802 movement is indistinguishable from non-anomalous Picinae movement patterns.
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A specimen of SCP-2802 resembling a rufous woodpecker (Micropternus brachyurus). Photograph taken 5/20/2014.
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The SCP-2802 body cavity is occupied nearly entirely by a complex system of tough yet flexible rubbery tubes containing an acidic yellow fluid, primarily composed of fluoroboric acid (H3OBF4), sulfuric acid (H2SO4), and bromine trifluoride (BrF3). This singular organ system, known as the "monovascular system", seems to serve multiple purposes analogous to those of traditional vertebrate cardiovascular, digestive, nervous, and respiratory systems, carrying nutrients and electrical impulses throughout the body with the assistance of ten small multi-chambered heart-like "acid pumps" located at various points within the torso. The monovascular system appears to be more efficient than traditional vertebrate organ systems, transmitting electrical impulses more quickly and not producing any digestive waste. In addition, the unpleasant smell and potent corrosive nature of SCP-2802 internal acid deters predators from attacking or consuming wounded specimens of SCP-2802.
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The reproductive systems of SCP-2802 specimens are indistinguishable from those of the Picinae species said specimens resemble. A specimen of SCP-2802 is capable of breeding with non-anomalous specimens of the Picinae species it resembles, or with any other specimen of SCP-2802; for example, a specimen of SCP-2802 resembling a Hispaniolan woodpecker (Melanerpes striatus) can breed with a specimen of SCP-2802 resembling a black-rumped flameback (Dinopium benghalense) or with a non-anomalous specimen of M. striatus, but not with a non-anomalous specimen of D. benghalense. Eggs laid by participants in SCP-2802 breeding can hatch into specimens of either SCP-2802 or the non-anomalous parent species, with each egg laid having a roughly equal chance of either outcome.
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Behaviorally, specimens of SCP-2802 are largely identical to the Picinae species they resemble, feeding, nesting, migrating, and breeding in identical manners. However, specimens of SCP-2802 often show hostility to their own young, neglecting to feed their hatchlings, or occasionally simply pushing them out of the nest. Examinations of hostilely treated hatchlings indicate that specimens of SCP-2802 only treat their non-anomalous offspring this way, and raise SCP-2802 hatchlings as normal.
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Current observation indicates that, as of this writing, specimens of SCP-2802 comprise approximately ██ percent of the planet's woodpecker, piculet, and wryneck populations.
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Two specimens of SCP-2802 resembling ivory-billed woodpeckers (Campephilus principalis). Photograph taken 4/10/1935.
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Discovery: SCP-2802 was discovered in 18██, when an ivory-billed woodpecker (Campephilus principalis) that had been shot for specimen collection purposes by naturalist ████ ███████ displayed anomalous internal anatomy. All C. principalis specimens collected by Foundation agents after this initial discovery displayed the same anatomy. After several living specimens were contained by the Foundation, a concerted effort to drive the wild population of SCP-2802 to extinction was undertaken, out of fear that SCP-2802 posed a threat to natural ecosystems or to humankind.
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SCP-2802 extinction efforts were believed to have succeeded, as all C. principalis sightings after the year 1948 have been unsubstantiated. SCP-2802 was classified as Neutralized until 1985, when additional Picinae species began exhibiting the same anomalous internal anatomy as the original C. principalis specimens. As no negative effects on natural ecosystems or human health could be conclusively proven to have been caused by the presence of SCP-2802, the current band-tracking program was initiated to determine the movement patterns of SCP-2802 in comparison to non-anomalous Picinae and their effects on their environments, if any.
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Addendum: Incident 2802-1
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Since Incident 2802-1, ████ specimens of SCP-2802 have possessed defensive organs of some type, with the possessive portion of the population rising to ██% within the last █ years. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly to provide proper protection to SCP-2802's possible defensive measures.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2908 is to be kept in a storage container on Site-131. All testing of SCP-2908 is currently forbidden by O5 Council.
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Description: SCP-2908 is a Soviet PPSh-41 submachine gun capable of firing any mix of ammunition inserted into its magazine without failing to cycle and load. SCP-2908 is able to fire rounds as large as .50 BMG (13.0mm), the largest round its magazine can hold, despite having a barrel diameter of 7.87mm. Furthermore, high-speed cameras have never captured footage of bullets within SCP-2908's chamber or barrel during firing. It is theorized that SCP-2908 is directly translocating rounds from its magazine to a ballistic trajectory in front of its barrel when the trigger is depressed, and because of this mechanism, SCP-2908 shows no sign of wear or tear from firing and was recorded to have fired 5,788,225 rounds, well beyond the number of rounds a typical PPSh-41 is expected to be able to fire.
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Firing a round with SCP-2908 increases the value of the elementary charge by approximately $3.17225789×10^{−28 }$C.1 Uninhibited further increase of the elementary charge will result in a ZK-0 Reality Failure Scenario, where physical and chemical processes of the universe break down due to the increased charge of the electron and proton.
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SCP-2908 was discovered in Myitkyina, Myanmar in 1944. Agent Bo Yu (薄萸), who then was impressed as a soldier in the Chinese New First Army, picked up SCP-2908 after a pillbox was destroyed by a United States air strike, noting that it was highly unusual for the Imperial Japanese Army to use a weapon of Soviet origin. Agent Yu discovered upon rudimentary testing of SCP-2908's ability to use any type of ammunition and used it in combat until 1946 when Agent Yu deserted, taking SCP-2908 with him to Site-131, the Foundation asset in Sichuan, China, where further testing revealed its ability to accept ammunition larger than its barrel would suggest.
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The increase in elementary charge was discovered when Foundation researchers discovered a series of unexplained inconsistencies from experimental data to theoretical calculations that started in 1944. Its cause was not isolated to SCP-2908 until November 11, 1973. During this period, the elementary charge increased by $1.83617424×10^{−21 }$C, resulting in the current elementary charge of $1.602176634×10^{−19 }$C.
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On March 7th, 1972, Site-131 experienced total power loss for 55 seconds. Upon restoration, Site-131 intranet storage reported upon auditing the presence of a document, now designated Document-2908-Addendum-2, with no known author. This incident was not linked to SCP-2908 until SCP-2908's effect on the elementary charge was ascertained. By this time, Document-2908-Addendum-2 had been designated as the result of a failure in personnel discipline and deleted. Attempted recovery of Document-2908-Addendum-2 was met with only partial success.
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Mobile Task Force Mu-6 "Pasadena" was ordered to start a disinformation campaign upon confirmation of SCP-2908's effect on the elementary charge. The Task Force's actions included planting false evidence that Robert A. Millikan and Harvey Fletcher, the inventors of the Oil Drop Experiment that first obtained the value of the elementary charge in 1909, had faked data and used an incorrect value for the viscosity of air. The campaign proved successful when Nobel Physicist Richard Feynman gave his famous cargo cult science speech in 19743, followed with Gerald Holton's published accusation of fraud on Millikan's part in 1978. Current discussion in the physics community on the elementary charge has followed this trend.
Special Containment Procedures: The threat posed by SCP-3004 has remained neutralized. Containment of SCP-3004 is focused solely on interception of artifacts that point toward the existence of the Cétlaidí. To that end, archaeological sites in Ireland and Wales should be monitored closely. Artifacts are to be confiscated, cataloged, and incinerated.
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All SCP-3004 related matters are to be dealt with by the Theology Department. Director Clark is to be notified immediately if any events thought to be SCP-3004 related occur.
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SCP-3004-1 is believed to have been destroyed or otherwise deterred from the material plane and no longer requires containment.
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Any information found regarding the existence of the Cicadetta luculenta is to be destroyed and civilians involved amnesticized, due to its connection to SCP-3004.
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Description: SCP-3004 refers to a series of anomalous events linked to the rituals of a Druidic cult known as the Cétlaidí, or the “Singers.” They were located primarily in Ireland during the fifteenth to early nineteenth century. It is known that their worship revolved around the life cycle of the now extinct Cicadetta luculenta.1
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Due to the combined actions of various antecedent groups to the Foundation (including the Vatican's Congregation for Otherworldly Acts and the Royal Society for the Imprisonment of Abnormalcy), all knowledge of SCP-3004 and the Singers was destroyed in order to contain SCP-3004-1. As SCP-3004 was thus “destroyed", the SCP-3004-1 entity ceased all activity.
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SCP-3004 events centered around imagery associated with the rites of the Singers. They occurred most commonly during a celebration surrounding a child's entrance into adulthood which was signified by the first loss of primary teeth. These events were theorized to lead to the entrance of their deity, dubbed SCP-3004-1, into local time-space. SCP-3004 events are understood to have been the result of SCP-3004-1 attempting to act upon the material world. It is unclear as to when SCP-3004-1 began to react to the beliefs of the Singers.
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While there are signs of varied SCP-3004 events, there are few reports that still exist. Artwork relating to SCP-3004 events show Cicadetta luculenta coming from the facial orifices, causing asphyxiation in many. A written record details the sighting of an anomalously large instance of Cicadetta luculenta (believed to be SCP-3004-1) appearing in the sky, the sight of which caused painful boils in those who witnessed it, along with symptoms resembling radiation sickness. Despite this, the Singers were said to have continued their rituals in the face of SCP-3004 events, which was seen as necessitating their destruction.
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SCP-3004-1 was an entity which interacted with the Singers through their rituals, causing SCP-3004 events. Little is known about the nature of SCP-3004-1. It is theorized to have been a thought form or an extradimensional being that, through happenstance, responded to the rituals of the Singers. There is no data that exists to point toward SCP-3004-1 being anything greater than a Level-3 Pistiphage2 Entity.
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Due to the intimate nature of this subject (i.e. all who read this will surely [Christ willing] know me and I them) and its current neutralized state, I'm going to keep the academic hot air to a minimum. I have no desire or need to impress any of you. You're my colleagues, and I think we all understand that there's no need to hide what this is beneath jargon and posturing.
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3004-1 is a deity, if you wish to define a thing as such. A deity is a creature of law, ritual, and belief. Certainly, its existence doesn't shake my faith. Nothing has, and I doubt a curious thought form attracted to cicadas and greenery will shake it yet. It is not infinite, and it is not all-knowing. Quite the opposite. Its limits are apparent. Cut off from a few rituals and direct believers, 3004-1 ceased all activity. There have been no resurgence events. Nary a peep.
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Truthfully, what little we have left of the history of the Cétlaidí (the Singers in the vulgar English) is quite interesting. Based around the Cicadetta luculenta and its apparent rebirth and what have you, it wasn't just a fringe Druidic sect. This was nationwide. They were respected members of society. There are signs of them in Wales and Scotland. So, of course, before the inevitable violence, the Catholic church, in its ever ineffable wisdom (may the Lord my God forgive me for blaspheming His one true church on this earth, of course, etc. etc.) did attempt to bring them into the fold. Before the complete eradication of the Cétlaidí from the face of history in an unprecedented act of violence and usage of anomalous objects that many would see as foolhardy, maybe even horribly unwise (may the O5 Council forgive me for this slight against the forefather of the Foundation, of course, etc. etc.), the parishes in certain rural areas of Ireland seemed more Singer than Christian.
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This is all we know. This is all that is left. The eradication of their rituals, of their culture, of their impact on Ireland and the world at large was snuffed out with an alarming thoroughness. Not unprecedented, certainly, but consider the fact that this happened in the late 1700s. This was the desperate act of an early incarnation of what we all became. Foolhardy and harsh, yes, but I truly cannot say that we would not have done the same, given what little we know of 3004-1's effects on our material plane. Of course, given the English view of the Irish at the time, it is not overly cynical to imagine that the Royal Society relished the chance to destroy the culture and the impact of the Cétlaidí.
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So total was their destruction that the extinction of the Cicadetta luculenta, charmingly known as the “stained glass cicada,” became an opportunity to even wipe their sacred animal from the memory of man. The deforestation of Ireland, certainly, led to the death of their species, but one must wonder if their extinction came from a more direct source. This, of course, is all merely speculation. Maybe the sacred animal merely followed their deity. Certainly, it speaks to the fear they felt if the Royal Society and the Congregation would enact the destruction of an entire animal species. A harmless creature, cousin to the New Forest cicada. Perhaps they feared that cut off from ritual, 3004-1 would manifest through them. The idea, certainly, is not ridiculous. There is a strong connection between belief and fact. Perhaps, their fear would have even made it so.
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Given the fact that Cétlaidí were upright members of society, one can imagine that the resonance within their rituals that 3004-1 felt were mere happenstance. In my opinion, there is no reason to assume that this entity is at all related to the Cétlaidí and their beliefs. Something in them, I hypothesize, spoke to this thing, and it acclimated itself to their belief system. Think of it as something floating in a place close to ours, maybe layered above or beneath. Perhaps there are many creatures like it there. I doubt that an entity like this would exist alone, although I have no proof of this besides the certitude of my gut. Through these repetitions of behavior, through these beliefs, it was able to act on our plane. And it became what it was molded by.
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There is also no reason to assume 3004-1 to be malevolent. It is disingenuous to think of such an entity in terms of good and evil. Given the focus the Cétlaidí had on life and death, along with the imagery of Christ the Savior's death on the cross, it stands to reason that the 3004-1 manifestations would be violent. It spoke the only language it knew, the language of blood, wood, glass, and sacrifice. Perhaps the brutality of its manifestations, of the events associated with the 3004 rituals, could have been the 3004-1 entity interpreting the very real subjugation of the Irish people at the time. There is no reason to assume that the lives of its followers would not be just as important to the entity as their rituals. Certainly, the language of death and rebirth of the cicada, of the scourging at the pillar, present in the rites of Roman Catholicism (especially in the era of its neutralization) and what is theorized to have been the rituals of the Cétlaidí could have lent to all of the violence, to the harshness of it all.
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Faced with their god, a terrifying thing that sowed discord, there is no record of their reaction. There is only record of their destruction. One would imagine them to have been horrified, yet to have necessitated their destruction, they very well may have followed the entity's whims, however alien. No proof has been found to point toward either hypothesis.
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But again, this is all conjecture. We simply do not know enough to take any approach to this object other than making sure it never comes back. I do not believe we will be unable to deal with something such as this, given the current technologies available to us, but it is best to not awaken a sleeping giant, as it were. Given what we have here, I can offer no other advice. Whenever we rarely find something that our predecessors missed, we will catalog it, learn what we can about what we destroyed, and move on to other things.
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Special Containment Procedures: All communities that could possibly support an SCP-3004 event are to be monitored for uncharacteristic rises in death rate and attendance at places of worship. If a community is shown to have been the host of an SCP-3004 event or events, all afflicted civilians are to be amnesticized. Any injuries or deaths that occur because of these events are to be given applicable cover stories. At no point is an individual known to be involved in an SCP-3004 event to be considered for Foundation employment, D-Class or otherwise.
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MTF Y-99 “Altar Boys” is tasked with responding to SCP-3004 events in progress, where possible, and stopping them by any means necessary.
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All sightings of SCP-3004-2 are to be reported to the Theology Department. Images of SCP-3004-2 are to be dismissed as hoaxes or deleted as necessary. All instances of SCP-3004-2 found in the wild are to be destroyed to avoid future SCP-3004 events. As of Project SIGHTSEE-LUX, there are to be no attempts to track SCP-3004-2 instances. Any attempt is to be made to destroy them before their disappearance.
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There is to be no further attempt at contacting SCP-3004-1. SCP-3004-1 will be contained through the clean-up of SCP-3004 events and the destruction of SCP-3004-2 instances.
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Currently, all containment is focused upon reducing the effects of SCP-3004 events which have already occurred. If SCP-3004-1's entrance into the material plane is unavoidable and inevitable, Protocol Damnatio ad Bestias is to be enacted.
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Description: SCP-3004 refers to a series of anomalous events that occur in Roman Catholic, Eastern Catholic, Anglican, and Episcopalian communities. SCP-3004 events occur without any patterns connected to population or demographics other than religion. While SCP-3004 events are varied and have few similarities to unite them, the presence of SCP-3004-2 at each event proves a connection.
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SCP-3004 events are rituals carried out by otherwise non-anomalous individuals in their place of worship. Despite showing a great divergence from Christian norms of worship, individuals involved in an SCP-3004 event show great hesitation to stop engaging in the ritual, even those that involve self-harm. All individuals attending the place of worship for that purpose will not stop the rituals involved, even if their actions go against previously held morals. Individuals who normally exhibit entomophobia exhibit no fear of the SCP-3004-2 instances involved in the ritual. Deaths that occur as a result of SCP-3004 rituals will be categorized as death by natural causes, regardless of what was done to the individual. Those who witness an SCP-3004 ritual express a renewed interest in their chosen faith and seek to convince friends and family to accompany them to their place of worship.
the slaughter of a child bearing traditional stigmata wounds out of which crawled instances of SCP-3004-2; the child was killed when the officiating priest bit out the child's jugular; SCP-3004-2 instances crawled en masse from the wounds up to six hours after the child's death
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the forcible removal of the officiating priest's teeth by twelve children; the children and the priest were then seen to vomit instances of SCP-3004-2; the teeth were served in the place of communion wafers later on during the mass
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the violent castration of every male who had reached puberty; scrotal tissues were gathered and disseminated amongst the faithful and worn around the neck as scapulars; the castrated individuals then mimicked the cry of an unidentified cicada, believed to be Cicadetta luculenta, before many succumbed to bloodloss; SCP-3004-2 instances were observed carrying off discarded testes
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a visibly pregnant woman was chosen from the congregation and brought to the altar where she laid and proceeded to give birth to over 60 instances of SCP-3004-2 and a stillborn infant wearing a wooden crown; the crown was burnt, and the body consumed
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SCP-3004-2 instances resemble the extinct Cicadetta luculenta, albeit with a much more colorful wing pattern than what has been described. Despite appearing in every way alive, SCP-3004-2 instances are primarily made of wood and glass. It is unclear, currently, if SCP-3004-2 instances are the cause of SCP-3004 events or vice-versa. During an SCP-3004 event, SCP-3004-2 instances are observed in prominent parts of the ritual. After a ritual, SCP-3004-2 instances exit the church and disappear after flying at least six hundred meters away. This disappearance is hypothesized to be the SCP-3004-2 instances returning to SCP-3004-1, either to feed it or perhaps be given further orders.
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It is believed that SCP-3004-2 is the mechanism by which SCP-3004-1 collects “belief” or “faith” in order to consume. It is unclear as to why SCP-3004-1 in its former incarnation did not seem to require the SCP-3004-2 instances. As of Project SIGHTSEE-LUX, it is now known that SCP-3004-1 created the instances of SCP-3004-2 as a “replacement” for the Cicadetta luculenta.
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SCP-3004-1 is the entity that controls SCP-3004-2 instances and is believed to be fed by the SCP-3004 rituals. SCP-3004-1 is a Level-6 Pistiphage Entity that exists in a dimension that exists partially within baseline reality but primarily "above" it. From within this dimension, it is currently unable to directly manifest itself into the plane of existence. However, if given enough “belief” from the SCP-3004-2 instances, SCP-3004-1 will be able to enter the current baseline reality, which would cause an XK-class end of the world scenario due to the brutality of SCP-3004 events.
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SCP-3004-1 views itself as the deity worshiped under the umbrella of Christianity. Due to this, it is theorized that the beliefs of Christianity-based religions, especially Anglicanism and Roman Catholicism, melded with the beliefs of the Cétlaidí in such a way that their destruction caused SCP-3004-1 to feed on the beliefs of the only remaining familiar group.
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If SCP-3004-1 enters the baseline reality, Protocol Damnatio ad Bestias will be enacted. This will involve the usage of Thaumiel objects and mass amnestics which will serve to erase Christianity from the historical record. Cut off from its “food supply,” this is theorized to be an act that would fully neutralize SCP-3004-1.
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Addendum: It has been noted that SCP-2852 has ceased its appearances after the first recorded SCP-3004 event. Due to the similarities of their manifestations, this is hypothesized to be related. Currently, all personnel assigned to SCP-2852 have been reassigned to SCP-3004.
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For the record, my name is Agent Timothy Luttermann. I'm a member of Mobile Task Force Sigma-25. We've always called ourselves “Ghostbusters.” To be honest, I don't understand why. If anything, we become ghosts.
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Sorry, rambling. I'm just coming down from all the stuff we pump ourselves with to be able to get outside. Still seeing trails, you know? Still kinda freaked out from all that shit. For official record, MTF S-25 is the result of Project SIGHTSEE, which was a project to, basically, use astral projection in order to better, uh, contain troublesome scips. That kinda deal. You know, things no human or drone could ever go, which happens more often in our business than you'd guess.
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Project SIGHTSEE-LUX was utilizing SIGHTSEE technology and esoterica to, well, check out the big bug.
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So before I went in, I read the report on 3004. Fucked up stuff. The kinda stuff that gets your stomach in a knot just to imagine. You don't understand fear until you're a disembodied soul floating around and within and above and below a monstrosity beyond your reckoning.
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The method was easy enough. I don't know how they did it, but they captured a 3004-2. All they did was let it out, and I latched onto it. Like, well, a soul bug. Not, you know, bug as in those things, but bug as in listening in to things you shouldn't.
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Inside? Where it lives? It's empty. There's only it, and there's the bugs. Except they're not the bugs as you see them. They're the bugs as it sees them. And they're so many colors, they just kind of look like some Jackson Pollock nightmare smearing all over the darkness.
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But, it's not darkness. It's nothing. This thing is within nothing. I can't describe it, but there's nothing else but it and the bugs. And me, I guess. I'd say it was cold, but cold is a feeling. Sure, cold is a lack of heat, but this is a lack of anything.
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It's hard to look at it, at 3004-1. It's too big. It's just waking up. I realized that when I saw it. You know when you half wake-up and lay in bed for a few hours before getting up? I dunno, maybe I'm just a depressive. But that's what this thing is. All of this is idle. The 3004 events are it hitting the snooze button and staring at the ceiling. I don't want it to wake. That's all I'm thinking, and then it sees me.
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It's a big bug, and it's an old man. And it's a cicada on the cross, and then it's stained glass and wood stretching infinite. It's too many things to try to pick out at once. It's like if someone played all the slides in a slideshow at once. Overlapping. It hurts so bad to look at it. And then it talks, and it all hurts worse.
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A thing you need to realize is that it's impossible to speak to these things with words. You don't hold a conversation. They beam thoughts, concepts, worlds at you, and you gotta sift through the shit to get to something meaningful. I've met some talkative ones, but this was something else. This was too much.
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It thinks it's God. Not a god. But God God. It was so happy to see me. But that joy was nothing I wanted to be a part of. It was all blood and teeth. It sees what we have. It sees what we believe. I think it thinks it's giving us what we want. It, it doesn't understand metaphor. It doesn't understand that we don't resurrect.
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It asked me if I missed it. I don't think we ever neutralized it. Shit, maybe we did. But when it went to sleep, I think it thought it was a hibernation, or like, a birth. Like it laid an egg and made itself. Maybe it got to thinking it was even more of a cicada than before. And when it came back, it gave us our bugs back. It basically said you're welcome.
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It's not exactly protocol, I guess, to talk back to these things, especially something like this. But I tried to tell it that we didn't want them, that it all hurts us. I don't think it heard it. It didn't want to hear it. I feel like it smiled? And that was when its mouth opened. It's hard to explain the sight of it. Like a rainbow opening up and out, and inside there's colors you haven't ever seen. And you'd shit yourself if you were a body. And then I was a communion host, falling through its maw. I was the wine, too. It took of me, and it ate.
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I fell through it, and it was endless. Lots of, uh, pain? But not the kind you'd be able to understand. A pain of the soul. It was prodding, searching me for new things. I don't think it gets too much from where it is. Like looking at a TV with bad reception. It was so happy to read me. I felt its feelers all over my first girlfriend. I felt its teeth digging into my tenth birthday. It lapped up my every memory of every mass I've ever went to. And I went to a lot. Theology major, you know. Probably why they picked me.
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I don't know why it's alone. Father Clark's report said this creature would be one of many. But there wasn't anything else. It was too big for there to be anything else. It was all space and all time.
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I think all I did was feed it. I think it got more ammo from me. I don't know. All I can say is that we shouldn't send anyone else there. You can't argue with something like that. And we know enough. Don't go back. We don't want this thing to learn anymore than it has. And it has so much history already.
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The thing I'm most scared of? If this isn't God, I think it might become. It's confident. And, well, it's all there is. I looked. And it was all there was.
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While working on the Ethics Committee, I have always sought to live up to the morals instilled in me through the catechisms of Roman Catholicism. And it is a very hard thing to be a Roman Catholic, in the Foundation and outside. This isn't due to any complicated tenets. Nor harshness. But it is trying to believe in something that you know has caused undue harm. It gnaws at you.
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Protocol Damnatio ad Bestias, then, will allow for a cleaner slate. Judaism will remain untouched. Islam will only lose one of its prophets, nothing too damning. But Christianity, and all it has done, all it has caused, will be gone. I don't relish this. I wish it could be any other way, but the 3004 events are becoming more common. The big bug sticks its head through the topsoil, and we will cut it out at the root.
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It is impossible to say for certain what will happen. We don't know if we will be undone, or if there will simply be a deletion. We don't know if something will fill the void or if there will be a world with a great gap. Even then, it is better than the world that will come into being if we stay.
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The cicada god is coming, and it doesn't know the difference between life and death. Metaphor and simile don't translate well where it is. Part of me relishes what we're doing to it in a kind of petty way. There is a nonzero chance that the thing devoured my Lord. Of course, if the Lord God could be devoured, he would not be my Lord and God. But still, the humanity in me cries out for the blood of that which killed Him. We will starve it.
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The preliminary tests have been concluded. Protocol Damnatio ad Bestias will be enacted as soon as possible.
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And to stave off this devourer of God, we will throw one of our own to the Lions, to be torn asunder and to tear asunder. To be damned and to damn. To act as a perpetual lock on humanity, to stave off all belief even close to what the cicada can eat.
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To use less poetic terms, a suitable candidate has been contacted. A Roman Catholic reality bender. Ethics would not allow us to put someone into this situation without their choice, without their understanding of what will happen to them. And he took the mantle.
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They say the Lions are beautiful. Twelve machines, each the peak of techno-eschatology. And they really do look hungry and prone, black carbon and shining metal with lights that are prismatic no-colors that dazzle. And he will go in between them. They will open his brain, his mind. All Christianity, all that he knows and doesn't, will be obliterated.
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The Lord God sent Jesus Christ, his only son, to suffer and die on the cross. And we, the Foundation, will throw one of our own to the Lions for all eternity to undo all Christ died for. An eternity of suffering to erase a sacrifice. It isn't a fair price, but nothing is.
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The Holy Father, as you may well know, recently allowed for another road to sainthood. This is, of course, dying to save others. This isn't martyrdom, which is merely dying for the faith. But this is eternally dying for all of humanity, all that there ever will be and has been. This will be the last and greatest saint of Christianity, and he will not be remembered.
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Before the eternal Lions feed upon him, remember, for as long you can, the eternal life of St. Jude the Damned, Bulwark Against Darkness. Hopefully, this next world will be better.
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May God forgive me. If this is a sin, I will burn along with the last saint.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3162-A is to be housed in a secure Site 19 storage locker. When not in use, SCP-3162-A is to remain unplugged and disconnected from all peripherals. SCP-3162-A may be powered on and connected to a mouse and keyboard only for testing by Class-D personnel or researchers with appropriate clearance.
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Records of past SCP-3162 entries are to be archived for further study and testing. Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel to use information gleaned from archival SCP-3162 entries to guide or influence their interpersonal relationships.
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Description: SCP-3162 is a non-sapient, digital entity housed within SCP-3162-A, a Lenovo M910 desktop computer. Prior to its transfer to Containment, SCP-3162-A was in use in room S19-422, the office of senior researcher Isaac M█████. SCP-3162-A operates as a normal workstation in all respects save for the anomalous effect of SCP-3162.
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SCP-3162 is a class-1B cognitohazard, capable of temporarily altering the behavior of humans with whom it is in direct contact. While operating SCP-3162-A, users believe that they are an entity designated as SCP-3162. Those exposed to SCP-3162 feel compelled to write an SCP entry for their own containment, complete with an accurate summary of their own Foundation security protocols, a heavily abridged autobiography focusing on past and present interpersonal relations, and personal commentary. To date, five such documents are known to exist.
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No deleterious long-term psychological or physiological effects have been observed in users exposed to SCP-3162. However, there exist anecdotal reports of post-exposure interpersonal conflict between users of SCP-3162-A. A correlation has been noted between past exposure to SCP-3162 and interventional mediation sessions with HR.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3162 is to be allowed level █ employee restricted access to Site 19, Site 1█, and Site 2█, as well as level █ restricted access to Site 41. SCP-3162 is subject to standard Foundation personnel observation protocols and annual performance reviews.
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Description: SCP-3162 is an adult human male, born in the year 19██. It refers to itself by the names "Isaac M█████" and "Doctor M█████," and on rare occasions by "Izzie," usually in informal contexts. SCP-3162 was acquired by the Foundation in 198█, when it was scouted by Talent Acquisition personnel in a sweep of Sandia National Laboratory and offered a position within the Foundation.
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SCP-3162 was married in the year 198█ to a human female named "Isabella D██████," who changed her name upon marriage to "Isabella M█████." SCP-3162 and Isabella M█████ have remained married for ██ years, and by mutual agreement they have decided to forgo having children. SCP-3162 had a brief affair with Foundation junior researcher Michelle N████ in the year 20██, an indiscretion that has been kept as a closely guarded secret. While SCP-3162 still harbors a romantic emotional attachment to junior researcher Michelle N████, SCP-3162 prioritizes the stability of its marriage to Isabella M█████ over a potential partnership with junior researcher Michelle N████.
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At the time of this writing, SCP-3162 is directly responsible for the supervision, containment, and testing of ██ SCPs, including SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-████. In the course of a routine review of SCPs under its responsibility, SCP-3162 discovered that its own entry was missing entirely from the SCP database, an omission which is currently being corrected. SCP-3162 speculates that in the process of upgrading the computer terminal in its office, room 422, its entry was inadvertently deleted.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3162 is granted access to Sites 19 and 1█. SCP-3162 is not subject to extraordinary monitoring or containment, save for level-█ security clearance and annual performance reviews.
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Description: SCP-3162 is an adult human female, approximately twenty-█████ years of age at the time of this writing. SCP-3162 insists upon specific appellations appropriate to given social contexts, including, but not limited to, "Michelle N████," "junior researcher Michelle N████," and "Doctor N████." SCP-3162 is not to be referred to as “Mickie.” SCP-3162 was acquired by the Foundation in 20██, when it was noted as a potentially valuable employee following the completion of its PhD thesis at ████████ University.
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SCP-3162 enjoys outdoor recreation, predominantly hiking and rock climbing. The surrounding environment of Site 1█ provides ample opportunity for it to pursue its hobbies. SCP-3162 is currently in a romantic relationship with fellow junior researcher Austin C█████, and is hopeful that their current status will, in time, transition into a long-term companionship. SCP-3162 has had four (4) unsuccessful romantic partnerships within the past three (3) years. However, its current relationship with junior researcher Austin C█████ is thus far stable and mutually beneficial. SCP-3162 believes that within the next one (1) year, junior researcher Austin C█████ may be receptive to the idea of cohabitation and, within the following four (4) years, that he would be willing to discuss marriage.
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SCP-3162 was testing the recently-upgraded computer terminal in the office of its supervisor, senior researcher Isaac M█████, when it discovered an extremely inaccurate description and inadequate containment protocols for itself. This prior entry for SCP-3162 appeared to be a factually accurate biography of senior researcher Isaac M█████, as confirmed by a study of public records, personal correspondence, and a qualitative analysis of senior researcher Isaac M█████’s demeanor in the presence of SCP-3162.
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SCP-3162 had been under the impression that its brief romantic affair with senior researcher Isaac M█████ was of no emotional significance to senior researcher Isaac M█████, a belief that is contradicted by the prior entry for SCP-3162. This revelation is the cause of significant emotional distress for SCP-3162, who must now re-evaluate the state of its professional and personal relationship with senior researcher Isaac M█████.
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At the time of this writing, SCP-3162 is updating its own entry for the sake of accuracy and safety.
Special Containment Procedures Subject to level-█ employee clearance, SCP-3162 is allowed access to Site 19 and Site 1█. SCP-3162 is subject only to surveillance and performance review as befitting a Foundation junior researcher.
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Description: SCP-3162 is a human male, born in the year 19██. It was acquired by the Foundation following its assistance in re-capturing the escaped SCP-████ during a containment breach in 20██. SCP-3162 preferentially requests to be "Doctor C█████," but will additionally respond to "Austin" and "Austin C█████."
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SCP-3162 is, at the time of this writing, in a romantic partnership with junior researcher Michelle N████. SCP-3162 and junior researcher Michelle N████ became close friends due to their mutual appreciation of outdoor recreation and, after engaging in several hiking trips during the summer of 201█, entered into a relationship at the summit of Mount ████. SCP-3162 has been generally satisfied with the progression of their relationship, however, it is of the belief that junior researcher Michelle N████ is potentially interested in more serious future relations than SCP-3162 is prepared for, up to and including cohabitation and/or marriage within the next one (1) year. As a result, SCP-3162 is considering ending its romantic partnership with junior researcher Michelle N████ in the near future.
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SCP-3162’s suspicions of junior researcher Michelle N████’s intentions were confirmed during a routine review of SCP entries maintained by its supervisor, senior researcher Isaac M█████. SCP-3162 was surprised to find a biography of junior researcher Michelle N████ in place of its own entry, and while the data therein remains unverified, anecdotal evidence suggests that it is largely accurate. SCP-3162 had been reassured by junior researcher Michelle N████ on numerous occasions that she and senior researcher Isaac M█████ had never engaged in romantic relations. However, information gleaned from prior entries of SCP-3162 suggests otherwise, a fact that is currently the source of considerable emotional distress for SCP-3162.
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In light of this false entry, as well as a similar false entry that described the life of senior researcher Isaac M█████, SCP-3162 hypothesizes that SCP-3162 itself is a non-human memetic construct and potential cognitohazard rather than Austin C████, a human. SCP-3162 believes that SCP-3162 inhabits the newly-upgraded computer terminal located in the office of senior researcher Isaac M█████, room 422 of Site 19.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3162 is to be secured in the Class-D housing facility at Site 19, where it is subject to all standard Class-D personnel security protocols. SCP-3162 is subject to monitoring by a standard Class-D subcutaneous tracking implant and routine camera surveillance.
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Description: SCP-3162 is an adult human male, born in the year 19██. SCP-3162 refers to itself as "T-Bone" or "Big T," though a review of public records indicates that its legal name is "Timothy R████." SCP-3162 was offered a position as a Class-D employee at Site 19 as an alternative to its impending execution in the ████ Texas Penitentiary.
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Prior to its incarceration in ████ Texas Penitentiary and its employment at Site 19, SCP-3162 had never engaged in a romantic relationship that lasted for a period exceeding five (5) months, with a mean of three (3) weeks (sample size N=12, discounting outliers of one (1) day or less). During the period of its employment at Site 19, SCP-3162 has publicly expressed superficial sexual attraction to junior researcher Michelle N████ on multiple occasions, predominantly in her presence.
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At the time of this writing, SCP-3162 is of the opinion that senior researcher Dr. Isaac M█████, junior researcher Dr. Michelle N████, and junior researcher Dr. Austin C█████, have engaged in unjust and potentially abusive actions by demanding that SCP-3162 participate in the testing of SCPs that it considers unsafe. In addition, SCP-3162 has noted that deteriorating interpersonal relations between the above-mentioned researchers may be compromising their judgment, leading to irrational behavior and subsequent elevated risk to life and limb for SCP-3162.
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SCP-3162 is further of the opinion that given that Drs. Isaac M█████ et al. have spent the past three (3) hours engaging in heated discourse of a sensitive, personal nature in the open presence of SCP-3162 and several Site 19 security officers, all three of the above-mentioned researchers are unqualified to conduct professional research of any kind, and would be best relegated to less demanding employment positions among the Class-D personnel. SCP-3162 posits that the above-mentioned researchers would be of best use to the Foundation, and society at large, as feed for one of the many carnivorous SCPs housed in Site 19.
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SCP-3162 is at this moment verbally expressing these opinions at high volume, and appears to be unconcerned at the presence of the Site 19 security personnel posted in room 422, armed with standard-issue stun batons. SCP-3162 believes th
Special Containment Procedures: Though SCP-3162 retains level-█ employee restricted access to Site 19, it has been informally instructed by Oversight to constrain its research activities to Site 1█, Site 2█, and Site 41 as a condition of continued employment.
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Description: SCP-3162, referred to as "Isaac M█████," "Doctor M█████," or "Izzie," is a senior researcher stationed at Site 19. Following a series of complaints by junior researchers Austin C█████ and Mickie Michelle N████, and a subsequent breakdown of productive communication during HR mediation sessions, SCP-3162 was recently removed from its position as research team supervisor.
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SCP-3162 was previously married to a human female designated as "Isabella D██████."
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SCP-3162 has noted that while the allegations leveled by junior researchers Austin C█████ and Mickie Michelle N████ are largely truthful, SCP-3162 has been treated unjustly by Oversight. SCP-3162 believes that its years of dedicated service to the Foundation merit greater consideration than it has been afforded. SCP-3162 also believes that the employment of junior researchers Austin C█████ and Mickie Michelle N████ should be terminated, and that they should be administered doses of a class-D amnestic and released into the general population. Furthermore, SCP-3162 believes that its previous authority of research team supervisor should be reinstated. Instead, as of 12/25/20█, SCP-3162 will be relocating to Site 2█ at the strong encouragement of Oversight. SCP-3162 is aware that it will therefore be spending Christmas day alone, and has requested that junior researcher Mickie Michelle N████ cease reminding it of this fact.
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While SCP-3162 has decided to keep its opinion of Oversight’s decision private, SCP-3162 suspects that impending senility may be affecting the judgment of several Overseers. SCP-3162 is aware that voicing its suspicions would result in immediate retaliation, up to and including termination of employment. SCP-3162 will therefore keep its opinions to itself.
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SCP-3162 is regretting its decision to run a final test of SCP-3162 before its relocation. While SCP-3162 did achieve its goal of reaching emotional catharsis, SCP-3162 is apprehensive that its candid thoughts regarding Oversight may reach certain individuals who have ignoble intentions regarding SCP-3162’s continued employment.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3278 is to be sealed over with a concrete dome capable of withstanding impacts of over 490,000 newtons. Access by testing divers is to be accounted for.
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The water immediately surrounding SCP-3278's dome is to be heated to a temperature of approximately 70°C. This is to be accomplished with three diesel-powered water-heater furnaces installed in the sea floor.
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Vessel-3278 is to be permanently anchored above SCP-3278 to house testing staff and perform general surveillance.
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Naval traffic is to be diverted from a 5 kilometer radius around SCP-3278. Any reports of extraterrestrial falling objects in close proximity to SCP-3278 are to be intercepted and explained as meteor showers.
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Description: SCP-3278 is a tunnel extending exactly 402 meters into the sea floor at (9° 52' 2.8344'' N 139° 3' 11.376'' W). SCP-3278 is circular in shape, has a diameter of 20 meters, and tapers to a 2 meter aperture at the seafloor entrance. The limestone walls are polished and etched with shallow channels arranged in waved patterns. SCP-3278 possesses no known anomalies in and of itself, but is the center of other anomalous phenomena.
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At the base of SCP-3278 is a large spherical chamber. In the center of this chamber is suspended a sphere of biological matter with a radius of 16.73 m. This entity, hereby referred to as SCP-3278-1, does not deviate in position, and attempts to move it by force are unsuccessful and usually result in superficial damage to its fragile exterior.
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SCP-3278-1 is light orange in color, jelly-like in outer consistency, and is composed of a meter-deep translucent outer membrane surrounding a firm, fleshy core. Vein-like structures, which cover the outer shell, are filled with a pale purple liquid bearing cellular structures roughly analogous to blood cells. Genetic testing of tissue taken from the core of SCP-3278-1 reveals an approximate 60% overlap with the human genome, but the remaining 40% is completely unidentifiable.
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At intervals ranging between one month and seven years between reoccurrence, extraterrestrial objects fall through the atmosphere and impact within an estimated 4 kilometer radius around SCP-3278. These entities, hereby referred to as SCP-3278-2, are previously unknown, presumably alien organisms. Anywhere from 22-295 instances of SCP-3278-2 have been recorded at a time.
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SCP-3278-2 are aquatic in nature, and lack any apparent sensory organs. SCP-3278-2's biology consists entirely of a pale purple ellipsoid "head" structure conjoined with a long, muscular tail. Instances range from approximately 10-16 m in length and can weigh up to 195 kg. SCP-3278-2 is protected by a hard, mineral-like shell during flight that is shed upon contact with seawater. Genetic testing of SCP-3278-2's tissues reveal a similar 60-40% similarity with the human genome. The unidentifiable 40% largely matches SCP-3278-1, but deviates by 2%.
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No instances of SCP-3278-2 have survived more than five minutes in captivity.
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Upon impact, all instances of SCP-3278-2 will begin to swim vigorously using their flagellum toward SCP-3278. It has been observed that SCP-3278-2 are extremely vulnerable to both large predators such as sharks (of which there is a non-anomalously enlarged local population), and to temperature, dying in minutes when exposed to temperatures exceeding 60°C (this was initially discovered on 06/02/██, when especially warm summer currents increased the surface temperature to an inhospitable level). SCP-3278-2 also have very short lifespans, and the majority of instances die of natural causes before ever reaching SCP-3278.
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SCP-3278-2 will attempt to access SCP-3278 through the aperture in the seafloor. This is accompanied with difficulty, due to the smaller size of the opening. It is hypothesized that if an instance of SCP-3278-2 ever gained entry into SCP-3278, it would be at the cost of significant damage to its head structure. In most cases, multiple instances of SCP-3278-2 survive the descent, and jostle for entry.
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No entry of SCP-3278-2 into SCP-3278 has ever been recorded. It is unknown if entry attempts were successful before Foundation discovery of 3278 on 12/05/██. The results of entry are completely unknown.
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Continued research into the biological properties of SCP-3278-1 and SCP-3278-2 is recommended in order to predict the possible outcome of contact.
Special Containment Procedures: Television studios producing situation comedy style shows are to be monitored for SCP-3566 manifestation. Should any production begin showing signs of SCP-3566 manifestation, the studio is to be encouraged to add a laughter track to the final edit. Should they resist, the production is to be terminated.
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Outside of testing, viewing of affected media should be limited to approximately 20 minutes (the typical length of SCP-3566-susceptible programmes).
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Description: SCP-3566 is a phenomenon affecting studio recordings of television programmes in the situation comedy genre, manifesting as the sound of laughter occurring over the top of the standard soundtrack of the show. The sound typically consists of an unknown number of voices laughing at inappropriate moments during the show, and often for extended periods of time. SCP-3566 manifestations change with each subsequent viewing, and have been described by observers as "unsettling" or "manic". The occurrence rate of SCP-3566 is currently approximately 10% of potential candidate shows; to date no shows have been affected retroactively following the airing of their first episode.
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Individuals exposed to SCP-3566 for a prolonged period (greater than 30 minutes) will begin to suffer from headaches and dizziness. After 60 minutes of exposure, the effect of SCP-3566 will transfer to the viewer themselves; they will regularly hear the associated sound without any identified source1.
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After suffering from this effect for approximately one month, in addition to the mental health issues that would typically arise from the presence of frequent auditory hallucinations, the individual will begin to undergo personality and behavioural changes. These changes are typically expressed as the extreme exaggeration of one or more aspects of the individual's personality or demeanour to the point that they override all other observable traits.
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SCP-3566 was first discovered in the 1940s. A number of affected television programmes at the time were terminated prior to airing before it was discovered that the addition of actual laughter, either from a live source or added in editing after recording, suppressed SCP-3566 manifestations. Encouraging the use of laughter tracks in various television studios helped significantly reduce the rate of occurrence of SCP-3566 and has since become an accepted norm of the format.
Subject: D-32562
+Result: Subject showed a dramatic decrease in intelligence and information recall over a period of three months, forgetting commonly known historical events of which they were previously aware, frequently misspelling basic words, and mispronouncing words they had previously used without issue. Culminated in an almost total collapse of communication skills and information retention after approximately six months.
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Subject: D-65121
+Result: Subject began to display a startling level of gullibility. After four months, the subject had lost all ability to discern truth from fiction; he would believe everything told to him, even if it contradicted previously given information.
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Subject: D-98262
+Result: Subject became increasingly aggressive and hostile towards Foundation personnel over a two month period, culminating in a violent incident over a perceived slight in an innocuous greeting that resulted in his death.
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Subject: Agent Tam Harding2
+Result: Subject became extremely compliant and obedient. Four months after exposure, the subject was unable to undertake any action, even basic bodily functions, without being ordered to do so by a superior.
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Addendum 1
+On 08/11/1972, an SCP-3566 manifestation occurred differing from its usual behaviour; instead of laughter, the sound of pained screams could be heard over the entirety of the host show. All subsequent events since this date have followed the same pattern, though the original containment procedures still appear effective at suppressing its occurrence.
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Individuals exposed to this new form of manifestation for prolonged periods report sensations of dread and impending doom, followed by the sudden onset of schizoid personality disorder3 or, in rare instances, extreme cases of paranoid personality disorder.
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Addendum 2
+Following advances in audio analysis techniques, the sounds produced by SCP-3566 affected media were analysed and it was determined that they all originated from a single voice, distorted to sound like multiple people. Comparisons with historical interview recordings made in the early days of SCP-3566's containment showed the voice to be a match with Tommy Talico, an engineer interviewed during the initial investigation.
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Investigators at his last known address found a desiccated corpse on a chair in the basement, believed to have died at some point in the early 1970s4. The chair was facing a television set, and the corpse was wearing a face mask connected to an empty tank of nitrous oxide5. Also discovered was a piece of broadcasting equipment matching no known design, the purpose of which is currently under investigation.
Rendition of SCP-3581 broken from an incomplete mural. Artist(s) unknown.
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Item #: SCP-3581
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Object Class: Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-3581 is long deceased, and any remains are yet to be recovered, interest of outside sources towards SCP-3581 is negligible. Information surrounding SCP-3581 is to continue to be perpetuated as a local folk tale in the region of Ukraine where it was discovered. The archaeological site near Artsyz, Ukraine will continue to be monitored by Foundation agents until the conclusion of the project. In the event that any further relevant information is discovered, the Foundation is to seize the assets by means of purchase or redistribution.
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Description: Based on descriptions and depictions from recovered artifacts, SCP-3581 is believed to have been a Meleagris gallopavo, or domestic turkey. Notably, this species is exclusively native to North America. The manner in which one of its members became relocated to modern day Ukraine is unknown, but thaumaturgical tampering is suspected. Recovered artifacts related to SCP-3581 have been dated to around 510 A.D., and suggest that it was a member of a small and short-lived independent civilization with a culture influenced by the teachings of the Sarkic Cults.1
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Despite having been a domesticated animal, SCP-3581 was not used as livestock, and seems to have held a respectable position in society. Though it was originally acquired for the former purpose, it was spared upon having been adopted by an influential woman, and eventually became a local celebrity. Historical texts also point to SCP-3581, named “Corneliu” by its adoptive family, having been sapient, though the extent of this cannot be verified by current records.
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According to translated historical records, a combination of droughts and relative isolation caused a period of famine that lasted for ten months in the city in which SCP-3581 resided. Despite having been a member of an upper-class family and therefore not at immediate risk of starvation, SCP-3581 willingly chose to sacrifice itself to provide food for starving families. However, according to translated documents, this occurred by SCP-3581 “[lighting] itself aflame and [dispersing]… such that cooked meats rained from the sky into baskets waiting below.” Whether this is an accurate representation of events or exaggerated praise by a historian is currently unknown. Although the sacrifice of SCP-3581 is believed to have prevented many deaths by starvation, no other historical records of the city have been dated past 570 A.D., and it is likely that within the following decades, emigration and other factors caused the small civilization to inevitably divide.
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Addendum: The following is a partial translation of a recovered document relating to SCP-3581. For the complete texts, refer to the section on “Sedasa” in the Ancient Eurasian Civilizations and Cities SCPFN Archive.
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As promised, Corneliu stepped from his home and trodded solemnly down the path to the gathering place. A few people who had come to pay their respects waited with sharpened knives, believing that he would ask to be slaughtered. But when he stopped, with a few clicks of his beak and tongue he lit aflame and dispersed into ashes, and the smoke from his feathers lifted such that cooked meats rained from the sky into baskets waiting below. It is unsure where or how he learned this trick; the magicians could not answer when asked. Corneliu’s flesh proved to be quite abundant for an animal of his size, and it has been a saving grace to the families who believed that they would starve. Not much remained of Corneliu’s body when the flames died out, but the salvageable ashes and remains were placed into a box and buried beneath the floor of his home.2
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-365 is to be stored in a storage locker at Storage Site-23. SCP-365 must be kept away from any body of water except for testing purposes. SCP-365 is to be kept in its testing pool at all times. The door to the pool is to be locked and guarded by one security guard (see Addendum 365-02). Experiment requests must be approved by a Level-3 researcher.
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Description: SCP-365 is a green pool noodle made of polyethylene foam. By itself, it displays no unusual properties and is physically identical to a typical noodle of similar size. SCP-365's unusual properties manifest only when it is placed in a body of water. When a subject completely submerges in said body of water, they become unable to get out.
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Subjects report a sense of dread, and describe themselves in an infinite sea, swimming endlessly in a direction and finding only more water (see Audio Log 365-03). It is important to note that to outside observers, the subject simply seems to be flailing in place.
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The only way to remove a submerged person from the water is to remove SCP-365, negating its effects. All other methods of rescue have failed; cables and ropes have exhibited an unnatural resistance and snapped, drainage systems have failed, and human intervention has led to [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Addendum 365-01: SCP-365 was discovered in ███████, ██████, on ██/██/19██. Retrieval personnel found it at the ██████████ Public Pool along with the bodies of ██ civilians. Because SCP-365's properties were unknown at the time, █ agents lost their lives. SCP-365 was eventually found and removed from the pool, and carbon monoxide from an improperly maintained water heater was used as a cover story.
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Addendum 365-02: On ██/██/20██, Researcher █████ discovered that Hallway 19 of Storage-Site 23 was flooded. █████ noticed water leaking from SCP-365's storage locker at a rate of 5 L/min. She quickly notified Doctor █████, who opened the locker to find SCP-365 producing water from its holes. SCP-365 was subsequently moved to its testing pool, whereupon the flow of water stopped. SCP-365's containment procedures have been changed accordingly.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3665 is to be contained in a standard Safe Class locker in Site-19. In the event that the packaged 'Imitation Blood' contained within SCP-3665 runs out, blood obtained from D-Class personnel may be used. During testing, research staff are advised to ensure that the powder used in the activation of SCP-3665-1 is not lost.
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Description: SCP-3665 is a 15x10x3.5cm package of a powdery substance, labelled as 'Instant Demon, Just Add Blood!', with a depiction of a stylized male and female demon, with ram-like horns, and bat-like wings, on either side of the text. Inside the package, there is a moderate amount of dry powder of an unidentified substance, or mixture of substances, having the overall consistency of talcum powder. Also packaged is a small, plastic container of 'Imitation Blood', containing what appears to be cranberry juice, red food coloring, and a currently unidentified substance, along with instructions for use.
Thank you for purchasing 'Instant Demon, Just Add Blood!' by Asmodeus Labs! We always strive to give you the best experience in summoning forces more ancient and powerful than man will ever be, from the comfort of your own home!
+Are you tired of having to swear eternal loyalty to dark forces every time you want material wealth beyond your wildest dreams? Wish that succubus would quit droning about the details of your 24 year contract and succ on this? Well now, there's a better way! Using our state of the art occult technology, we've bundled the whole evocation process into an easy to access powder. Now even little Tommy can start raising Hell, literally! All you have to do is follow these easy instructions, and one of our fine spirits will be with you shortly!
+Step 1: Pour the powder out of the package, and onto a flat surface.
+Step 2: Drop three drops of our imitation blood into the powder, and use it to write your name. No worries for you diehard occultists out there, real blood works as well!
+Step 3: Wait, and enjoy! When you're done, just collect the powder back into the bag, and you're ready to use it again!
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(Back cover)
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Asmodeus Labs is a company hell-bent on making the powers of darkness easy for the whole family to access. If this one demon doesn't satisfy you, we hope you'll come visit us for some more exciting products!
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Knowledge is power. The illusion of power is the illusion of knowledge.
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Asmodeus Labs
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When these instructions are followed, the powder around the area where the subject's name was written will begin to steam, and will continue to do so for roughly twenty minutes. Following this, SCP-3665-1 will appear to the individual who activated SCP-3665, appearing first as a red mist, before adopting its usual form, expressing discontent that it must 'limit itself to such a lowly form', and greeting the individual who 'summoned' it.
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SCP-3665-1 is an entity that is only perceptible to the individual who activated SCP-3665. Exact features such as gender, age, and ethnicity vary based on the individual, but SCP-3665-1 is most often described to be a humanoid, with the addition of features similar to a depiction of a demon or evil spirit, such as horn-like protrusions from the head, bat-like wings, and a short tail2. SCP-3665-1 will speak in the language best known by the individual who activated SCP-3665, and appears to have an innate knowledge of the subject's history, personal life, and preferences. SCP-3665-1 appears to be unaware of, or unwilling to acknowledge anyone except the individual who 'summoned' it. SCP-3665-1 is able to seemingly remember specific events when activated by the same person multiple times, but is unable or unwilling to recall events that happened when it was activated by another individual.
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While present, SCP-3665-1 will perform tasks that are assigned to it by the individual who activated SCP-3665, however, actions that SCP-3665-1 appears to take do not affect anything other than the subject's perception. For instance, if asked to move a cup from one table to another, the subject would visualize SCP-3665-1 moving the cup. No-one other than the subject would see the cup moving. However, when SCP-3665-1 expires, the cup would be in its original position. SCP-3665-1 is also seemingly unable to cause anyone serious injury, or do anything that would significantly affect the surrounding area, due to its only being able to affect the subject's perception. If asked to do something it is unable to, SCP-3665-1 will respond with: 'Leave these frivolous demands, which strike a terror to my fainting soul!'3. SCP-3665-1 will react similarly if asked a question the subject is unaware of the answer to. This can include giving incorrect information if the subject holds an untrue belief. After two hours, SCP-3665-1 will begin to disappear, described as evaporating slowly. During this time, all changes to the subject's perception will be reverted.
Date of Test:
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Note: During testing, personnel are required to transcribe requests and visual response from SCP-3665-1, which will make up the transcribed response portion of the testing log.
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 is asked who or what it is.
+Transcribed Response: Lowly human who dares to question my nature when knowledge of it would strike fear into thy very soul! I am a demon called here to fulfill your will! Call me what you will!
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 was told that it would be called 'Bob' for the remainder of the testing period.
+Transcribed Response: Yes! 'Tis indeed a good name that shall strike terror into the hearts of all good and holy men! All shall fear the name of 'Bob'!
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 was told to retrieve a cup of coffee.
+Transcribed Response: SCP-3665-1 leaves the room for roughly twenty seconds. SCP-3665-1 returns with a cup of coffee that is hot to the touch, and tastes like coffee. Put empty cup of coffee down on table.
+Note: Dr. Reynard made motions that indicated he was seeing a cup of coffee in front of him, and reported feeling re-energized after drinking it. This is believed to be a result of the placebo effect.
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 was told to retrieve a small cup of water, and pour it on Dr. Reynard.
+Transcribed Response: SCP-3665-1 leaves the room for roughly twenty seconds. SCP-3665-1 returns with a cup of water, and pours it on Dr. Reynard. Dr. Reynard experiences discomfort, but his clothes and body are not wet to the touch.
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Note: An object is placed behind the door to the testing chamber. Dr. Reynard is unaware of what this object is, but is aware that one has been placed.
+Subject's Request: Dr. Reynard instructs SCP-3665-1 to open the door, allowing himself to see what the object is.
+Transcribed Response: Leave these frivolous demands, which strike a terror to my fainting soul! (SCP-3665-1 was unable to do so.)
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 is asked why it follows instructions when summoned.
+Transcribed Response: I am bound to by the terms of our contract! (Gestures toward SCP-3665.) Alas! Were I not, I would spread evil across this land as my ilk did in the days of old! Count thy blessings, human!
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 is asked who created SCP-3665, and by extension, the contract.
+Transcribed Response: Leave these frivolous demands, which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
+Note: Dr. Reynard noted that this was stated in the same tone of voice and intonation as it was previously stated, likened to a 'prerecorded message'.
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 is asked for information regarding the individual(s) affiliated with 'Asmodeus Labs'.
+Transcribed Response: Per inoequalem respectu toitus.4
+Note: This is the first recorded instance of SCP-3665-1 issuing a response that indicated it may have some knowledge of who or what created it.
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Date of Test: ██/██/2017
+Subject: Dr. Reynard
+Subject's Request: SCP-3665-1 is asked what its meaning behind the previous response was, in regards to the previous test log.
+Transcribed Response: My contractors are elusive. But, solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris5. Do you crave real power? Find us at the crossroads.
+Note: Investigation of the previous responses is ongoing. Further tests in which SCP-3665-1 is questioned as to its origin are scheduled to take place at a later date.
An Agent performing SCP-3688. Face blurred at their request.
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Item #: SCP-3688
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: Any discovered historical data pertaining to SCP-3688 is to be retrieved by Foundation personnel, and any civilians aware of its existence are to be amnesticised.
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Any active members of a Mobile Task Force and any Foundation personnel ranked Level 3 or higher should be given the opportunity to learn SCP-3688, though doing so is optional.
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Description: SCP-3688 is a series of kinetoglyphs1 that, when performed in sequence and with a sufficient degree of accuracy, causes the performer to become functionally invincible for the duration. This invincibility is achieved via the violation of a number of fundamental principles of physics. Many of the movements required involve the whole body, and have been described as "rhythmic" and "energetic".
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The movements required by SCP-3688 for successful activation of its properties are complex (approximately 85% of Foundation personnel attempting to learn SCP-3688 have been unable to execute it successfully), but are structured in such a way that once started they can be repeated indefinitely. Successful activation of SCP-3688 begins once the first nine to ten seconds of the sequence has been accurately completed, and can then be continued for as long as the performer is able. No method of stopping a performer of SCP-3688 against their will has been found, though bodily functions and requirements for sustenance are not affected by the process.
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The following are excerpts from the full SCP-3688 testing log, performed on individuals confirmed to be actively and successfully performing SCP-3688.
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Test: Application of blunt force using a wooden baseball bat.
+Result: No effect. In cases where the bat intercepted a moving part of the performer's body, the bat was deflected without apparent effort. Bat eventually broke following successive impacts.
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Test: Attempted restraint of performer via wall-mounted steel chains.
+Result: As soon as the chains were affixed to the performer, they were forcibly torn from their wall mounts by the motions required by SCP-3688. Continued motion caused the chains to entangle the performer, at which point they snapped.
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Test: Collision of a remotely-piloted utility vehicle travelling at 70km/h with performer.
+Result: The vehicle was split in two at the collision point as its momentum carried it into and beyond the performer, who was unaffected by the impact. Remaining wreckage was displaced as it intersected the movements of the performer.
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Project Marqod
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In concert with the Department of Thaumatology, the Artistic Anomalies Department and the Department of Kinetography, we have, functionally speaking, been able to reverse-engineer SCP-3688. We still don't know why it works, but we do know how to develop additional kinetoglyphic sets that we believe, when properly deployed in the field, will be of great use to the Foundation.
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SCP-3688 Senior Researcher Dr. Nian Shan
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Project Marqod is an ongoing multi-departmental effort to develop new kinetoglyphic sets and to train Foundation agents in their use. To that end, Mobile Task Force Sigma-2 ("No Friends Of Mine") has been formed from agents possessing the necessary levels of coordination and agility to perform the manoeuvres in the kinds of scenarios that field teams frequently find themselves.
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Due to the high success rate of Sigma-2, authorisation has been given to increase the scope of the project. Additional resources have been granted for the further development of new kinetoglyphs and additional recruitment is ongoing, though finding willing participants with the necessary physical performance experience has proven difficult.
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Following is a list of kinetoglyphic sets in which MTF Sigma-2 agents are currently trained.
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SCP-3688
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Personal invincibility for the duration of the performance.
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The originally discovered set from which the others are derived. Colloquially referred to by Sigma-2 agents as the "Safety Dance".
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PMK-01
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Generates a spherical field of a radius equal to the combined height of the performers, through which no energy or matter can pass.
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Requires two performers simultaneously enacting the necessary movements to function.
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Creates a mobile temporal distortion field centralised on the performer, causing them to experience time more slowly.
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Magnitude of the effect is related to how long (in base time) the kinetoglyph is performed for, and lasts for approximately 60 seconds once the performance is complete. Outside observers see the performer moving at increasingly high speeds.
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Enhances the senses of the performer for approximately one minute following the conclusion of the set.
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Possesses a vocal component which must be performed in sequence with the movements for the kinetoglyph to function. The vocal component is painful to those already under the effect of PMK-03.
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Manifests physical duplicates of the performer.
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No known upper limit on the number of manifested duplicates, but each duplicate is integrated into the movements required to continue the kinetoglyph, exponentially increasing its complexity. Duplicates are controlled directly by the original performer, and exist for approximately one hour. Currently observed maximum number of duplicates manifested is seven.
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Annihilates all solid matter within the target area.
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The most complex of the developed sets, requiring five performers moving in perfect synchronicity. The target is defined as the pentagonal area formed by the positions of the performers, covering a height of approximately 20m. Only successfully used twice, once during testing and once during incident 3688-1 (the "West Side Incident").
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-3909-A are exceptionally difficult to identify prior to manifestation of SCP-3909-B, efforts are to focus on identification of SCP-3909-A instances after SCP-3909-B's first appearance through traces on social and traditional media. If SCP-3909-A has not yet participated in a competition, they are to be dosed with SCP-1853. The subject's areas of skill and expertise are to be assessed, and any assistance deemed necessary for developing these skills should be provided, before SCP-3909-A is allowed to participate in a competition.
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Any individual exposed to SCP-3909 should be amnesticized upon the conclusion of the phenomenon, and SCP-3909-A should be provided with medical treatment to remove SCP-1853 from their system.
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Description: SCP-3909 is a phenomenon that affects individuals who were conceived while their parents were listening to "Bring da Ruckus" by The Wu-Tang Clan. Specifically, both biological parents must consciously be aware of the music and listen to the entire track; insemination may occur at any point during the song. Individuals subject to SCP-3909 are designated SCP-3909-A.
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Exactly 7500 days after SCP-3909-A's birth, an instance of SCP-3909-B will manifest in front of them with a brief flash of red light. SCP-3909-B instances are apparently extraterrestrial entities of variable species, equipped with technology that permits their survival on Earth's surface. Each will produce the following message, either through a vocal organ or recording, in the subject's native language:
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Are you prepared for the challenge?
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If the subject gives a non-affirmative answer, SCP-3909-B will disappear with a flash of red light and repeat this process 24 hours later. If the subject answers in the affirmative, or has given a non-affirmative answer on five previous occasions, SCP-3909-B will produce the following message:
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I, Jou-Tzee,1 hereby initiate this glorious duel for the honor of the Empire of the Rusted Throne. Champion Ruckus, destiny has brought you here today for the purpose of defending the honor of the Sundered Collective. This is the moment you have trained your whole life for. Do not falter.
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Following this, SCP-3909-A and -B will both disappear with flashes of red light. SCP-3909-A will return alone in the same fashion anywhere from five minutes to two days later. According to testimony from several instances, SCP-3909-A and -B are instantaneously transported to an arena in an unidentified, likely extraterrestrial location. An estimated 200,000 extraterrestrial entities are present in stadium-like seating surrounding the arena, though at a distance that prevents subjects from making out identifiable features.
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The arena contains materials necessary for a one-on-one competition of variable nature; in each case, the format is one in which SCP-3909-A is skilled. After a brief ceremony in an unidentified language,2 rules for the competition will be announced both in that same language and SCP-3909-A's native language. SCP-3909-A and -B will then engage in the chosen competition. In each case, SCP-3909-B has demonstrated a great deal of skill in the competition of choice; SCP-3909-A has only won on two occasions. SCP-3909-A will reappear at their prior location at the conclusion of the competition.
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Addendum 3909-1: Partial catalog of SCP-3909 manifestations, compiled from SCP-3909-A testimony. See Appendix D for complete reports.
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Instance: SCP-3909-A-04, 2024-06-01
+Competition: Arson
+Description: Contestants were provided with a large jug of flammable liquid, as well as lighters similar to those produced on Earth, and instructed to burn down identical empty one-story buildings. The contestant whose building collapsed first would considered the winner.
+Result: SCP-3909-A lost, due to SCP-3909-B's ability to use a propeller-like appendage to work the flammable liquid into a vapor which ignited readily and explosively. SCP-3909-B was killed in the conflagration, to the apparent delight of the crowd.
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Instance: SCP-3909-A-07, 2025-03-06
+Competition: Rap battle
+Description: Reaction of the crowd was used as a metric to judge the winner. SCP-3909-A described the backing beats as "hypnotic", though admits that his perception was distorted by coincidental use of hallucinogenic drugs.
+Result: SCP-3909-A won by a narrow margin. Subject claims that his ability to rap is enhanced by drug use, though testimony from friends and family suggests otherwise.
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Instance: SCP-3909-A-09, 2025-06-19
+Competition: Panic attack
+Description: The first competitor to suffer a panic attack, as determined by a judge, would be considered the winner.
+Result: As the subject was already experiencing a panic attack at the commencement of the competition, a judge disqualified SCP-3909-A and awarded SCP-3909-B the win.
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Instance: SCP-3909-A-10, 2026-01-02
+Competition: Elvis impersonation
+Description: Contestants were judged on their ability to mimic Elvis Presley's mannerisms, dancing, and singing. Appropriate costumes and hairstyling were provided to both contestants, but appearance was de-emphasized as a metric.
+Result: SCP-3909-A won, though she personally considered SCP-3909-B's performance to be superior, and speculated that the judges were biased in her favor due to her opponent oozing a foul-smelling sludge from several orifices.
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Instance: SCP-3909-A-12, 2026-08-15
+Competition: Dice rolling
+Description: Contestants would take turns rolling sets of five icosahedral (20-sided) dice, with the contestant receiving a higher total score winning the round. The first to win three rounds won the contest.
+Result: SCP-3909-A lost in three rounds, in each case narrowly. Further testing has shown that SCP-3909-A-12 can anomalously manipulate probability, able to beat non-anomalous humans in similar contests 98% of the time.
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Instance: SCP-3909-A-15, 2027-11-30
+Competition: Quote-making
+Description: Contestants were given fifteen minutes each to devise a 1-2 sentence statement on a randomly chosen topic ("conquest"); a panel of judges then evaluated each quote on the basis of how inspirational, meaningful, and quotable they were.
+Result: SCP-3909-A lost, receiving minimum scores in each category. Subject attributed this to the fact that his statement was critical of conquest, whereas SCP-3909-B's quote was supportive of conquest.
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Addendum: Anomalous Phenomenon 71255-Indigo-B has been linked to SCP-3909. Since the phenomenon was discovered in 2028 with the deployment of the █████████████ Array, stars in a region of near-Earth space 200-500 light years away have disappeared on an irregular basis, with no apparent cause. Recent analysis has shown that, accounting for the 2-5 year delay associated with █████████████ viewing, these disappearances have corresponded with the conclusions of competitions between SCP-3909-A and -B; consequently, this phenomenon has been re-designated SCP-3909-C.
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The victor of the competition and degree of victory both affect the magnitude of SCP-3909-C. On the two occasions in which SCP-3909-A won the competition, no stars were observed to disappear. In each other case, between 1,480 and 87,513 stars disappeared, with smaller disappearances corresponding to better performances by SCP-3909-A.
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While it is unclear at this time whether SCP-3909-C poses a direct threat to Earth's solar system, per recommendation of Project Heimdall SCP-3909 has been preemptively upgraded to Keter-class, and containment has been re-oriented to maximize the performance of SCP-3909-A. Since enactment of these containment procedures, star disappearance associated with SCP-3909-C has decreased by 69% over historical averages.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-394 should be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-██ with a combination lock. Lock is to be reset as per standard operating procedures after use. Standard positive-action defenses are to remain in place at all times. Use is restricted to experimentation only by authorized Level Three personnel. Under no circumstances should SCP-394 be tested in a sealed area.
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Description: SCP-394 is a container of ear candles, each 24 cm long and 1.2 cm in diameter, one end tapered. The container originally held twenty-four packs with two candles per pack with seventeen packs remaining. The ear candles are hollow tubes of amatl coated with beeswax and various herbs. Most of the herbs used are common aromatics, but some remain unidentified.
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Each package has instructions on how to use the candle, warning to always have a spotter handy as well as taking precautions to keep in an open area with good ventilation. Instructions show that the user is to lie on their left side, place the ear candle's tapered end into the ear canal, and then have their spotter light the candle. The instructions caution to burn the candle no longer than four hours at a time, and “to meditate before and after to aid in the realignment of the body's energies”.
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When used, the candle burns with a bright orange flame and a soothing fragrance, smelling reminiscent of incense with an undertone of wax and tallow. The scent has a soporific effect on the user, who eventually falls into a deep slumber. The candle, under recommended conditions, will burn with the brightness and heat of a typical ear candle. When interviewed, users tell of semi-lucid dreams with a variety of fantastic elements, as well as the sense of being watched from afar.
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While the candle burns, the user begins to lose body fat at the rate of one kilogram per five minutes. During this time the length of the candle remains constant, although in an enclosed area the air will heat significantly and become oxygen depleted and sooty. The candle will continue to burn, however, until it is either extinguished or the user has no body fat remaining.
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If the candle is still lit at the point where there is no longer any body fat, the candle will diminish in length and the user's body will start to desiccate and harden, with death occurring in the first ten minutes. This event does not wake the user. The flesh will eventually attain the consistency of dried meat, and the scent of the candle will change: witnesses describe it as akin to a smokehouse or a barbeque, although the odor of incense is still reported. The candle flame will continue to burn down to the user's remains unless extinguished. The corpse will burn as quickly as dried kindling, leaving only a small amount of fine ash.
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When testing in a well-ventilated area, the column of smoke and vapor emitted by the candle is not deflected normally by ambient air currents, up to and including heavy rain and crosswinds in excess of 80 km/h. Instead, it drifts steadily in a straight line following a compass bearing unique to the time and location of use. If allowed to orient themselves before lighting the candle, users always lie parallel to this line. Attempts to triangulate the destination of the vapor column have been unsuccessful, suggesting that the "target" is moving.
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Addendum 394-1: SCP-394 was discovered in 20██ at the post office in ██████████, ████, as a package marked as undeliverable. The address in question, ███ ███████ ██, had been consumed in a fire six days prior. The circumstances of the fire, especially [REDACTED], led to the Foundation being contacted by embedded assets. The package had labeling consistent with orders filled through A█████ M██████████, although the company had no corresponding records. The return address for the shipment was erroneous, and so the package remained at the dead letter office until obtained by Agent T█████.
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Addendum 394-2: One instance of SCP-394 was disassembled for chemical analysis. Examination of the amatl showed chemical traces written in a previously unknown script. Linguistic analysis remains incomplete, but the language has shared roots with other Indo-European tongues. Research suggests that the writing is a description of a ritual offering to an unknown chthonic being, perhaps as a sort of prayer.
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Addendum 394-3: Due to the increase in reports concerning spontaneous combustion and unexplained fires in the homes of typical ear candle users, the use of extreme methods to track and contain instances of SCP-394 has been approved. – O5-█
An SCP-4074-2 specimen. The "nebula" is falsely colored.
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Item #: SCP-4074
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: All specimens of SCP-4074-2 are to be contained in the Botanical Section on Site-31. Access to each specimen is limited to Level 3 and above personnel, and is strictly for research purposes only.
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Currently, SCP-4074-1 is being contained in the onsite infirmary ICU for anomalous humanoids. As soon as subject is physically and mentally fit or an interview, any qualified personnel in the immediate vicinity is authorized to begin interrogating the subject.
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Update: On 5/11/18, subject has ceased all life functions. On Dr. Evalo’s approved request, the cadaver of SCP-4074-1 is to be sent to his department for his ongoing research regarding anomalous humanoids.
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Description: SCP-4074-2 is an anomalous plant, superficially and genetically similar to Phalaenopsis blume. Aside from its unusual growth rate1, the specimen’s significant anomalous properties manifests when it enters its reproductive cycle.
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Approximately two weeks after its bud has developed, a glowing revolving gas, closely resembling that of a miniature nebula, will grow around the bud whose diameter and luminosity will grow exponentially, relative to the growth of the bud. Test results shows that the gas is composed of helium and hydrogen2.
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SCP-4074-2, five seconds after the collapse of its "nebula".
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Approximately two weeks after its initial appearance, the gas, which usually have an average maximum diameter and luminosity of 35 cm and 280 lm, respectively, will instantaneously collapse in on itself, creating a solid six cm sized glowing orb that usually has an average temperature and luminosity of 34°C and 500 lm, respectively.
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The orb will emit a steady output of light and heat for seven to ten days before it will begin to steadily and completely decrease both in output and activity, leaving behind a spherical pod of the same diameter. When pried open, the pod will always contain three 1.2 cm sized seeds that when planted will grow into another instance of SCP-4074-2.
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Research in imitating the specimen’s "bioluminescence" to create a cheap and alternative biologically-based light source is currently underway. Qualified researchers may submit an application to Dr. Leara.
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SCP-4074-1 is an emaciated Caucasian male, 1.75 m in height and 46 kg in weight. Excluding its initial discovery and the following ICU incident, no further activity or properties from or related to the subject is deemed anomalous. (Refer to addenda "History" and "ICU".)
On 6/1/18, local news about a cut-down tree bleeding blood was detected during a standard Foundation information sweep. After a sample taken by an agent confirmed that the blood was indeed human in origin, the tree was quarantined with the cover story that the blood coloration was actually a mutated tree sap that could possibly be toxic. Foundation manufactured samples were given to the local biologists to avoid suspicion. After test results showed mild toxicity, Foundation agents, disguised as international biologist and botanists were given permission to remove all traces of the tree. Upon excavation of the stump, a thicker root was discovered to be originating from a hand of an unconscious SCP-4074-1 who was contained in a cement casing 1.83 x 0.46 x 0.61 m, with his right hand protruding outside of the casing3. When subject was confirmed to be still living, SCP-4074-1, after receiving authorization from HQ, was safely extracted and discreetly rushed to the nearest Foundation site.
Further investigation of the subject revealed that all of its orifices were surgically sewn shut. The tree4 grew from subject’s hand which collected water, nutrients, and oxygen which it delivered to the subject as a form of sustenance5. An unknown solid object was discovered in the subject’s stomach which, upon authorization, was surgically removed. Upon the object's removal, SCP-4074-1 suddenly became active and agitated, repeatedly shouting6 the following words,
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GIVE IT TO ME!
+I NEED TO GIVE IT TO THEM!
+SWALLOWED IT UP TO HIDE IT!
+GIVE IT BACK!
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Immediately after a few minutes of struggling and screaming in its restraints, subject started to violently convulse and became unconscious. Subject has shown no signs or consciousness ever since.
The object acquired from the subject's stomach was discovered to be two rolled up envelopes, encased in plastic designated as OOI (Object of Interest) 1 (external) and 2 (internal).
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OOI 1
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As OOI 1 was more exposed to the subject's stomach fluids, it has suffered significantly more damage compared to OOI 2 which was located in the interior of the roll.
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The content of the letter is transcribed below.
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Note:Due to the damages sustained by the letter, some characters are either missing or illegible. The legible letters are transcribed as it is located on the letter.
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Hellohidden sweetie, I’m sorry that daddy wasn’table to come to your party.
+I know I promised you that I will be there but work is keeping daddy really busy. I’m really sorry sweetie but don’t worry because I have a surprise for you.
+Remember that time when we went to the sunflower farm and you were so disappointed because the flowers didn’t glow. Well guess what?You see those seeds? Just plant them and wait for it to flower. I know how much you like gardening and space, so I added a little surprise there. You’ll just have to wait and see.
+Daddy is very, very sorry again sweetie but remember this, daddy will always, ALWAYS love you.
+Why? Because you’re daddy’sprecious little sunshine.
+I love you Lyla, and happy birthday!”
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OOI 2
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OOI 2 is a small slightly damaged brown envelope containing a letter, which was undamaged, and 3 seeds of SCP-4074-2 contained within a small plastic pouch.
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The content of the letter is transcribed below.
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I’m sorry.
+I know that it is not enough but I truly am sorry.
+I love you,
+I love both of you, and I know this is not the life that I promised you.
+I needed to leave because THEY were getting close and that would have put you both in danger.
+If you're tired of hiding and running, I'll understand if you leave. You deserve a better man.
+But please, PLEASE, don't hide her from me. Don't make her hate me.
+This world is dark and cruel but somehow, with her, it's a little bit brighter and warmer.
+Please, don't take my little sunshine away.
Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4225 is to be kept in a standard reptile terrarrium at Site-66 and supplied with food, water, and veterinary care appropriate for a typical nonvenomous snake of its size. Only researchers whose first or last names start with "S" should interact with SCP-4225, so that transcription is possible. All of SCP-4225's shed skins are to be stored separately in a standard Safe-class locker. These skins may be accessed for study upon request.
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Description: SCP-4225 is a non-venomous snake of an unidentified species. It is 1.1 meters in length, with alternating 3-centimeter bands of scarlet and silver coloration along its entire body. The only exception to this pattern is a line of black text along its spine, reading “Sammy the Superfluous Serpent, by Sr. Supertainment”. When SCP-4225 sheds its skin, this same text is repeated on the new layer. SCP-4225 is capable of human speech, and possesses a level of intelligence roughly equivalent to that of a young child.
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SCP-4225 is a mild cognitohazard. Any speech directed at SCP-4225 (through any medium) must consist primarily of words beginning with the letter "s". Articles, some prepositions, and other short words (but no nouns) are exempt from this effect, as are numbers. Aside from these exceptions, any spoken word not beginning with the letter "s" will be silenced. SCP-4225 is also unable to deviate from this speech pattern, possibly because it is not immune to its own effect.
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Text is unaffected by the cognitohazard, but is not a viable form of communication with SCP-4225 due to its illiteracy. Attempts to teach it to read and write have thus far been unsuccessful.
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Addendum 4225-A: SCP-4225 was first contained when Foundation agents responded to reports of a talking snake at a pet store in █████, Washington. The owner of the pet store claimed to have no memory of the object's arrival. The owner and ██ civilians were given Class B amnestics, and SCP-4225 was contained without further incident.
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+Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment!
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-428 is to be contained in a five (5) meter x five (5) meter x five (5) meter cell. The containment walls are to be electrified with 30,000 volts. Entrance to the cell is via a corridor airlock and access to SCP-428 is restricted to Level-3 researchers and below, while escorted by two armed guards. Personnel are to keep two (2) meters minimum away from SCP-428 at all times. When not under research, two armed guards are to be on duty at all times.
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Due to SCP-428's effects, all D-class personnel are to be screened for low IQs and skills that are deemed non-threatening to Foundation security or potential escape attempts (See Addendum 428-A). A single D-Class personnel due for termination is to be offered once per month to keep SCP-428 satisfied, however this will result in the need for an increase in containment space or for a solution to keep SCP-428 neutralised in the future.
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Description: SCP-428 is, in appearance, a crowd of huddled human beings. As of 20/12/██ it consists of fourteen (14) people. While huddled in a circle, SCP-428 is to be considered in a ‘dormant’ state. In this state, the crowd moves with a gentle sway and can be heard audibly mumbling. Upon further inspection, the biological internals (organs, bones, muscles and fluids, leaving only the skin) have been removed from each individual and replaced with an unidentified material that attaches to a central amorphous mass in the middle of the crowd via lengths of flesh similar to umbilical cords.
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The crowd will not move away from this mass unless a person comes within two (2) meters of the central mass. At this point, the crowd will move into its ‘hostile’ state. The ‘people’ of SCP-428 closest to the person will attempt to grab and pull them into the middle of the crowd. After contact is made for more than ten (10) seconds, the person will become a new member of SCP-428. Their internal structures will be removed and replaced with the same material as the other members. Should the potential victim escape, SCP-428 will actively seek them, or another potential victim, out. It will attempt to absorb any and all human life within its immediate vicinity. When all human life has been absorbed and they have become members of the crowd, it will return to its ‘dormant’ state.
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If SCP-428 does not absorb a human being after a maximum of one (1) month, it will again actively seek them out. It will do this using a variety of different methods. This includes using acquired skills previously known by people it has absorbed. It will also use psychological tactics to lure people into its grasping distance. See Addendum-428-A
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Wounds inflicted upon SCP-428’s crowd heal at an accelerated rate and do not hinder movement; SCP-428 has been proven to be highly resilient. For instance, a bullet to the leg of a member of the crowd will become lodged but will not affect the individual’s movement, and beyond the substance seeping through, the hole will close up within a few days. However, wounds inflicted upon SCP-428’s central mass will cause a great deal of pain to the crowd. This will cause the crowd to collapse in apparent agony and SCP-428 will retreat from the cause of the injury, using the crowd to protect itself. This has since been used to herd SCP-428 back into containment. Should a connection between SCP-428 and a member of the crowd be severed, it will excrete the substance within it through all its natural orifices. A sample is currently being studied and the remains have been incinerated.
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Note: SCP-428 has a hive mind. It therefore does not have the hindrance of movement that would be expected of a sizable crowd. It is able to move a large distance in a relatively short amount of time. It is only limited by the slowest member of the crowd at running speed. SCP-428 appears to maintain some of the memories, skills and talents of the people it absorbs and is willing to use these skills to gain further members.
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Addendum-428-A: On ██/██/██, before the current containment procedures, SCP-428 managed to pick the lock of its cell using a hairpin and belt buckle from members of the crowd. It then positioned a female of the group slumped in front of the door, sobbing loudly. Researcher ████████, who was unaware of SCP-428's properties, approached the woman and was abruptly grabbed by the rest of the group. SCP-428 proceeded to move through the facility using Researcher ████████ as a frontman, resulting in █ casualties before the containment breach was alerted and SCP-428 was re-contained.
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Researcher's comments: People, these casualties are gone, they are SCP-428 now. No matter what it might say or do, they are not your work colleagues nor your friends anymore. Remember this, it may save your life.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4295-A is to be monitored remotely at the nearest intracity outpost to avoid drawing attention to its existence within the town. Comprehensive security measures are to be applied to its windows and doors to prevent incursion and potential vandalism. SCP-4295-A is currently being surveyed to establish routine maintenance procedures and repair damage using whichever methods are likely to provide SCP-4295-B with the best medical outcome. SCP-4295-B is to housed at Site-17 in a Standard Humanoid Containment cell and given a comprehensive medical examination once monthly to check for unexpected injuries or wounds.
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Description: SCP-4295-A is a two-story Victorian house in Portland, Maine, built in 1892. SCP-4295-B is its owner, 62-year-old Martha Ackerman.
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Various parts of SCP-4295-A are "mapped" to different parts of SCP-4295-B's body, causing her to experience a tactile sensation where the corresponding portion of SCP-4295-A is touched. Movement on the second story is felt in the upper body; movement on the first story is felt in the lower body, etc. In addition, injuries to SCP-4295-B's body are reflected in equivalent damage to SCP-4295-A in the associated area, and damage or decay to SCP-4295-A appears as damage to SCP-4295-B's body. These injuries do not respond to typical medical treatment and can only be reversed by repairing SCP-4295-A. This was discovered during routine testing to confirm the anomaly, when a section of the handrail on the basement stairs gave way due to rot. This caused a deep laceration to SCP-4295-B's right thigh.
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As the result of natural wear and tear on the house, SCP-4295-B is suffering from:
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Lichen planus on the skin of the upper left arm, corresponding to rot in the floorboards of the upstairs bedroom.
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An injury to the chest wall, corresponding to damage to SCP-4295-A's central heating unit.
Interviewer: Dr. Andrea Talbot
+Interviewed: SCP-4295-B
+Initial assessment: SCP-4295-B is a middle-aged white woman of average height and weight. Suffering from hair loss across most of the scalp. Skin is marked with scars and lesions of various sizes. Alert and oriented. Temperament is standoffish, but seems unlikely to escalate to violence.
+Additional notes: Field agents Nguyen and Obasi were on standby during the duration of this interview, which took place within SCP-4295-A.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Talbot: Thank you for your cooperation today. Now I just need to ask you some questions.
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SCP-4295-B: I just want this to be over. I have plans this afternoon. You need to- I have plans.
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Talbot: I understand. Could you go ahead and tell us a little bit about this house?
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SCP-4295-B: Oh, I've lived here my whole life. My whole life.
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Talbot: Ah, okay. And who lived here before you did? Do you know anything about them, or about what kind of connection they might have had with the house?
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SCP-4295-B: I don't remember the people we bought it from. I could probably track down their information, I suppose, but that was an awfully long time ago. They never mentioned anything strange.
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Talbot: And what about your connection to the house? When did that start?
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SCP-4295-B: Well, let's see. That happened slowly. At first it was just being able to feel when someone was around. It scared me, but I liked knowing who was where. The mold came next, I think.
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(SCP-4295-B rolls up her left shirtsleeve to reveal that most of her upper arm is covered in shiny, dark-colored spots. The discoloration is not typical of lichen planus, nor of any similar skin condition. There is a large bump at the elbow, and the joint creaks audibly when moved.)
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Talbot: Did you break your arm? It looks like it didn't heal right.
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SCP-4295-B: I had to do the repairs myself all these years. I couldn't let just anyone in here.
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Talbot: The skin condition is from the rot in the house?
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SCP-4295-B: Oh, yes. Yes. You saw what happens to me when this place isn't taken care of.
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Talbot: We're very sorry about that. How is your leg?
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SCP-4295-B: Doesn't hurt any more than the rest, I suppose. You did alright with the gauze.
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Talbot: Can you tell me what you noticed after the mold? It was just your skin at first, and then what?
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SCP-4295-B: Well, it got much worse after everything happened. Much worse.
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Talbot: After what?
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SCP-4295-B: Oh. I just don't like to think about it, is the thing.
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Talbot: That's alright. Take your time.
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SCP-4295-B: No, I don't think I will. Let's just move on.
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Talbot: This could be very important. I need to know what triggered that change.
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SCP-4295-B: No, you do not! You people come into my home-
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Talbot: Miss Ackerman. We want to help you, but we can't do that if you're not honest with us. Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what happened?
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SCP-4295-B: This was years ago. We went out to go to a play, me and Martin.
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Talbot: Who is Martin?
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SCP-4295-B: My husband.
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Talbot: Okay. Go on.
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SCP-4295-B: And we were just walking home and it was some man. We didn't know him. He just wanted money. Martin was always so stubborn. He didn't want to give it to him.
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Talbot: Okay.
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SCP-4295-B: He shot him. My Martin. He didn't make it.
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Talbot: I'm sorry to hear that.
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SCP-4295-B: That was when it started. When it really started. The house took care of me after that. At least there's one place that's just mine, I thought. This place is mine and I know it like the back of my hand.
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Talbot: And what happens when you leave the house? Can you still feel everything going on inside it?
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SCP-4295-B: Oh, I could never.
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Talbot: Never what?
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SCP-4295-B: Go out. I haven't in years.
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Talbot: I see. And why is that?
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SCP-4295-B: I couldn't do that. I just couldn't.
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Talbot: IS there something you believe would happen if you did?
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SCP-4295-B: (agitated): I couldn't. I just couldn't.
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Talbot: Because you were frightened, or because you physically couldn't?
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SCP-4295-B: There's no difference. I can't leave.
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Talbot: Would it hurt you physically to leave? Would it damage your body to walk out that door?
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SCP-4295-B: I suppose not, no.
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Talbot: Well, it's going to be really hard to deal with those wounds in here. You need to see a doctor for proper medical treatment.
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SCP-4295-B: No, I don't! I don't. I'm perfectly fine.
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Talbot: You don't look healthy, Martha. I can see your hair is falling out. Is that related to the house?
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SCP-4295-B: Might be, I suppose. Started falling out when the roof started leaking. Speaking of which, you have to fix that banister you broke.
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Talbot: Do you think that will help with the injury?
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SCP-4295-B: Of course it will! You did this. You saw how it happened. Shouldn't have gone down there in the first place.
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Talbot: So it's not just the arm? It's everything?
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SCP-4295-B: That's what I said. Didn't you hear?
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Talbot: I'm only trying to confirm.
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SCP-4295-B: Hmph.
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Talbot: What would you use to fix something like that?
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SCP-4295-B: Wood glue. Can't be picky. There's some in the cabinet there. (Points.)
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Talbot: Obasi. Can you take care of that. I want to see what happens to the injury.
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Obasi: Sure.
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(Field agent Obasi retrieves a bottle of wood glue from a cabinet in the corner and leaves the room. SCP-4295-B sits forward and points to her lower thigh. Several footprint-shaped bruises appear spontaneously, each about an inch in length.)
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SCP-4295-B: Combat boots. They're not good for the floors. This is why I don't have guests.
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Talbot: Keeping up with the maintenance here must take up a lot of your time. Uh, can you take off that bandage so I can see if the injury heals properly?
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SCP-4295-B: Why not?
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(SCP-4295-B pulls her skirt up over her right knee and unwinds the gauze around her thigh. The wound is about four inches in length and runs vertically between the hip and knee.)
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SCP-4295-B: I hope he didn't lose any pieces. That would be so- oh. There we go.
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(The wound heals slowly, leaving a pink scar. It looks several weeks old by the time the repair is complete. SCP-4295-B sets the gauze aside.)
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Talbot: Alright, Martha. I'm sorry. I can see this is difficult, but we're going to have to ask you to come with us.
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SCP-4295-B: Oh? Well, I'm going to say no.
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Talbot: It would really be the easier option if you agreed to come with us, Martha. We can't just leave you here. For your safety. We have to make sure you're taken care of.
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SCP-4295-B: No. Are you threatening me?
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SCP-4295-B: Why did you bring those men here? I'm not stupid. I can see they have guns.
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Talbot: No one is going to hurt you, Martha. But I can see you're not doing so well. Some of those lesions are obviously infected. I think you know how serious it is.
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SCP-4295-B: I can't.
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(Field Agent Obasi returns. SCP-4295-B is secured at the elbows by the two Field Agents and makes an attempt at resistance by kicking Obasi in the shin. SCP-4295-B begins to weep as she is extracted from the building. At the front door, she refuses to support her own weight, and she is lifted and carried by Field Agent Nguyen. The group of people moves out onto the front porch. Nguyen descends first and reaches the last step before stopping abruptly and nearly losing his balance.)
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Nguyen: Uh oh.
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Talbot: What?
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Nguyen: Uh, I can't carry her through. There's something stopping it.
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Talbot: Stopping what? Can you walk forward?
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Nguyen: Yeah, I can move just fine. I can't bring her with me. Look. It feels like there's a wall.
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Talbot: Obasi, can you stand on the other side and pull?
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Obasi: Why not?
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(SCP-4295-B continues to weep and provides no verbal input.)
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Obasi: Yeah, that's not going to work, either. I don't want to hurt her.
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Talbot: Okay. Bring her back inside for now, I guess. Well, now this is interesting.
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Following this incident, SCP-4295-B was returned to the interior of SCP-4295-A, where she proceeded to lock herself in the bathroom. She was convinced to return to the living room after five hours. Plans to convert SCP-4295-A into a permanent containment zone with appropriate medical facilities are currently underway in the event that SCP-4295-B is unable to be removed.
Interviewer: Dr. Andrea Talbot
+Interviewed: SCP-4295-B
+Additional notes:None.
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Talbot: How are you feeling, Martha?
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SCP-4295-B: Terrible. Thanks a lot.
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Talbot: I need to ask you some more questions. I was going to wait for these, but now it looks like we might be here a while.
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SCP-4295-B: Why should I answer any more questions? You hurt me. I have bruises on my arms. Manhandle me again if you have to, I suppose.
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Talbot: I don't think you understand how much more difficult you're making this by fighting us. You're clearly an intelligent woman. You know what needs to happen here.
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SCP-4295-B: Well, and why shouldn't I fight you? You're the ones who tried to drag me off when I said to leave me alone! I don't want to go anywhere! I don't want to go, and the house will protect me, so you can just shove off!
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Talbot: Is the house what's keeping you from leaving?
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SCP-4295-B: The house. Me and the house. There's not really a difference anymore.
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Talbot: How do you feel about that?
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SCP-4295-B: Fine. I know I'm supposed to hate it, but I don't. I'm not…I have a life here. A good life. I take care of the house. It takes care of me. I'm not useless.
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Talbot: We don't think you're useless.
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SCP-4295-B: I don't believe you. It's leave me locked up here or make me normal, isn't it?
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Talbot: It doesn't have to be. There are a lot of choices, Martha.
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SCP-4295-B: It doesn't feel like it. Not after all of that.
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Talbot: I'm sorry. I handled that poorly. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do with you being combative.
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SCP-4295-B: You're young.
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Talbot: Sorry?
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SCP-4295-B: I said, you're young. You haven't done this a lot, have you? Coming into people's homes to collect them and all that.
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Talbot: Can I ask what makes you say that?
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SCP-4295-B: Heh. You're terrible at it. Don't know how you made it through…whatever school you people go to. And that's not me being ornery, that's me being truthful. Anyway, what was I saying? I wasn't fighting. I never tried to hit anyone. You didn't even listen to me.
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Talbot: Okay. I'm sorry. You're right. That was some bad behavior on our part.
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SCP-4295-B: Yeah.
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Talbot: Yeah.
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SCP-4295-B: I think I'm stuck.
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Talbot: Happens to the best of us.
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SCP-4295-B: Not like this.
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Talbot:(chuckles) Well, that's true.
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SCP-4295-B:(sighs)
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Talbot: So, you said that you don't want to leave. If you did want to leave, do you think things would be different. Do you think it'd be easier?
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SCP-4295-B: Than being picked up and dragged off? Probably.
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Talbot: But you don't want to give that a try.
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SCP-4295-B: I keep telling you! I can't. You're not listening. Just leave me here to rot.
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Talbot: Martha. I am listening. I wasn't listening to you earlier, but I am now. But you have to listen to me, too. Your chest injury looks bad. We really want to get that looked at in a proper medical office. You might need surgery.
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SCP-4295-B: Can you do that here?
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Talbot: Maybe, yeah. We can do a lot of things here. But it'll be a lot more comfortable for you, and a lot safer, if we can get you out of here.
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SCP-4295-B: I can't. I- I'll die.
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Talbot: You'll die if you stay here. You can't keep up with the maintenance anymore, especially not with your back. It's going to keep getting worse. The house is making you sick. We need to separate you. I'm sorry.
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SCP-4295-B: I don't know what else to do.
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Talbot: We can help you. But you have to meet us in the middle. And I know you want our help, or you wouldn't have been sending letters to anyone who might understand what you were dealing with. You knew you needed to get out of here.
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SCP-4295-B: I don't know what I'll be like without the house. And who's going to take care of it.
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Talbot: We will. I told you you're not useless, and I meant that. There's a lot more to Martha than this house. Like I said: meet us in the middle.
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SCP-4295-B: How is me doing whatever you say meeting in the middle?
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Talbot: Alright. That's fair. What can I do to make this easier?
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SCP-4295-B: For starters, take your shoes off in the damn house. My legs look so bad.
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(All personnel remove their shoes.)
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SCP-4295-B: Now, I'm going to try coming outside with you, and if you try picking me up again I'll bite you.
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Obasi: Alright. Noted.
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SCP-4295-B(Hesitantly): Will you hold my hand?
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Talbot: I will.
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(Talbot holds SCP-4295-B's right hand in her left. She follows slightly behind as SCP-4295-B exits the front of SCP-4295-A and approaches the edge of the porch. SCP-4295-B descends the steps slowly. Upon coming to the last step, she passes through the place where her body was previously stopped.)
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Talbot: Hey! Look at that! Great job!
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SCP-4295-B: Alright, alright. Don't patronize me.
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(SCP-4295-B drops Talbot's hand in apparent disgust.)
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Talbot: Sorry.
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SCP-4295-B: Now what?
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Talbot: We're going to put our shoes back on and get in that van across the street.
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SCP-4295-B: That one?
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Talbot: Yep. Let's go. You lead, I'll follow.
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<END LOG>
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Addendum SCP-4295-4:
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SCP-4295-B was transported to Site-17 without incident. Her injuries have improved rapidly with the repair of SCP-4295-A. As of 03/04/2008, the connection between the house's state and her body's has weakened significantly, and she has not experienced any serious medical complications in several months. This trend is expected to continue. When asked to describe her feelings on the matter, SCP-4295-B described herself as "ornery but optimistic".
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-441 is currently housed in a designated outdoor pasture at Bio-Research Area 32. The 100 m2 field is surrounded on all sides and bisected into two rectangular halves by a concrete wall 1 m high.
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Once a month, a team of six D-class personnel is to lead SCP-441 from whichever half of the pasture it is currently residing in through the gate in the dividing wall into the other half of the pasture. The previously occupied section of the field is then to be thoroughly cleaned. The field must be carefully examined for any instances of SCP-441-1, which are to be dug out at the root and incinerated. Fresh sod must be sown in places where SCP-441 has grazed or where SCP-441-1 has been removed.
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All personnel dealing with SCP-441 are to remain in proximity of less than twenty meters for no longer than thirty (30) minutes. Any personnel showing any health problems whatsoever after contact with SCP-441 are to be examined by medical staff and reassigned.
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Description: SCP-441 is an adult male Jacob Ram. Prolonged proximity to SCP-441 leads to a depressed immune system in humans. After approximately thirty minutes of exposure, D-class test subjects showed markedly decreased white blood cell counts. After an exposure of an hour or more, subjects display symptoms of severe immune deficiency. After ninety minutes or more, the immune systems of subjects generally do not recover, and death results from massive infection.
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Laboratory analysis of a tissue sample retrieved from SCP-441 revealed a clear viscous mixture of interstitial fluids and blood not unlike arthropod hemolymph. Cell structure is identical to mammalian cells but lacks a nucleus or apparent genetic material. It should be noted that SCP-441 now reacts with aggression towards any personnel wearing a standard issue Foundation lab-coat.
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Patches of ground where SCP-441 has grazed begin to exhibit growth of SCP-441-1 after several days. SCP-441-1 resembles common pasture grasses (Poa, Festuca, and Lolium spp.), but exhibits black pigmentation. SCP-441-1 tends not to grow beyond small patches, but appears to have a slightly higher growth rate in the shadowy areas around the concrete containment wall.
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Similarly to the tissue sample of SCP-441, analysis of SCP-441-1 has revealed a cellulose-walled cell structure identical to terrestrial plants but lacking in a nucleus or genetic material.
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SCP-441 shows little interest in humans, but will make eye contact with any staff members entering its vicinity. Following a routine monthly cleaning, SCP-441 showed a marked and stubborn interest in D-1570, a schizophrenic. On duty staff recognized this change in behavior and convinced D-1570 to participate in experiment 441-1 (see below).
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Experiment Log 441-1:
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D-1570 spent a two day period living in containment with SCP-441, his official role assigned as “Keeper.” His duties were to groom, feed, and clean up after SCP-441. D-1570 was observed developing an extreme physical and emotional attachment to SCP-441. Surveillance tapes show D-1570 sometimes speaking to SCP-441, and other times sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of it silently for extended periods of time. Frequent medical examinations showed that D-1570’s immune system was degrading rapidly, and the subject perished 43 hours after first exposure. Refer to select transcripts below of an interview conducted with D-1570 shortly before his death.
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Excerpts from an audio log of Interview 441-1-a:
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<Begin Log>
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[14:52]
+Interviewer: Please explain your relationship with SCP-441.
+D-1570: You mean █████████.
+Interviewer: What? Please repeat your answer.
+D-1570: █████████. It’s what he calls himself.
+Interviewer: May I remind you, these interviews are intended to be conducted with the utmost seriousness.
+D-1570: I’m completely serious. (Begins coughing violently)
+Interviewer: So you claim SCP-441 is sentient?
+D-1570: Yes. He’s been waiting for someone like me, you see (D-1570 is unresponsive for several seconds). He tells me things. Such things…..He’s waiting.
+Interviewer: Waiting for what?
+D-1570: Doctor, have you ever felt detached from your own body? As if you were still there, still inhabiting your person, but there was this thick wall of cotton between your mind and your body? Like you witnessed every action your body took three or four seconds after it happened?
+(D-1570 ceases to respond to questioning at this point)
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[15:03]
+Interviewer: Have you obtained any further understanding of SCP-441-1?
+D-1570: Oh, the black grass? It reminds him of home. (D-1570 begins coughing)
+Interviewer: Are you aware of the effect exposure to SCP-441 has on your health?
+D-1570: Yes.
+Interviewer: And you have no qualms with it?
+D-1570: He….he said it was the only way. (Coughing)
+Interviewer: Please clarify that statement.
+D-1570: Would you like to see what he’s done? (At this point, D-1570 begins lifting his shirt)
+Interviewer: Oh God. Shit. [DATA EXPUNGED] (Screaming over microphone) We need a medic in here!
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: D-1570 died shortly after Interview 441-1-a from complications relating to acute pneumonia and ██████████████████. It should also be noted that SCP-441 has never been recorded or witnessed making vocalizations of any sort.
Special Containment Procedures: Development of containment procedures for SCP-4423 events is ongoing. Meanwhile, all such events are to be attributed to a unique form of sleep paralysis.
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Description: SCP-4423 is a Tartarean-Class demonic entity that manifests during sleep paralysis. Although its appearance varies across manifestations, its voice remains the same (with speech patterns matching that of a middle-aged male).
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During an SCP-4423 event, SCP-4423 will enter the victim's room and speak to them as if they were a young child. This conversation will inevitably turn to the topic of the victim's father. When the victim exits sleep paralysis, SCP-4423 will leave the room and demanifest.
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Due to the lack of reported incidents (with only fifteen confirmed cases since 1997), the frequency of SCP-4423 events is currently unknown. While the extent of SCP-4423's interactions with the victims varies greatly, many seek psychiatric help following an incident.
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Interview Log: In order to obtain an interview, Researcher Jack Patricks volunteered to be subjected to an experimental drug capable of inducing sleep paralysis. By using a prototype neural interface capable of translating thoughts into synthetic speech and a camera system mounted in his room, an interview was conducted after 77 consecutive days of testing.
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Interview Video Log Transcript
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Date: 14/10/2015
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Subject: SCP-4423
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Camera set within Researcher Patrick's room shows the Researcher, a bed, as well as several posters on the wall.
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[6 hours removed for brevity.]
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The sound of a door opening is heard, followed by footsteps. SCP-4423 appears in the frame and sits at the end of Researcher Patricks' bed and crosses its hands in its lap. After observing Researcher Patricks for a period of 3 minutes, SCP-4423 touches his ankle and shakes it until Patricks opens his eyes.
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SCP-4423: Hey kiddo. Sorry to wake you up, but I need to talk to you.
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Researcher Patricks:Hello.
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SCP-4423 jumps slightly.
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SCP-4423: Oh wow! You frightened me. Another one of your crazy toys, huh?
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Researcher Patricks:I. Am. … Foundation.
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SCP-4423: Yes. Foundation. That's what I want to talk to you about.
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Researcher Patricks:You. Know.
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SCP-4423: I know a lot of things. There's a good deal of wisdom in this old horned head of mine. [ Tugs on one of its horns ] Relationships? They gotta have a strong foundation.
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Researcher Patricks:Oh. Kay.
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SCP-4423: And I wanna get to know you, buddy. A little us time, you know?
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Researcher Patricks:Why.
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SCP-4423: Well… uh… [ Coughs ]
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Researcher Patricks:Questions.
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SCP-4423: Saved me there. Alright, I'll answer some of your questions while I try to think up how to say it.
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Researcher Patricks:How. You. Move.
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SCP-4423: You know that. My old jalopy. I musta driven you to school three dozen times by now.
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Researcher Patricks:Where. You. From.
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SCP-4423: Here. Went to the same high school as you, remember? Showed you my old yearbooks.
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Researcher Patricks:No. Really.
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SCP-4423: Yeah really. Okay. I think I've got it now. Your dad and I? Well, we've been seeing each other for a little while. I know, I know, we've been friends for, well, ever.
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Researcher Patricks:William.
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SCP-4423: Yes, Bill. And when I say "seeing each other", I mean dating.
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Researcher Patricks:Oh.
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SCP-4423: I, uh, figured you mighta caught on but I wanted to talk about this with you, sport.
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Researcher Patricks:Oh. Kay.
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SCP-4423: Look, I love your father. He completes me in ways I didn't even know I needed. [ Pause ] After puberty is over, it'll make more sense.
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Researcher Patricks:Sexual. Relations.
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SCP-4423: Hey, who told you about that? Didn't think Bill gave you the talk yet. But, yes. Sexually too.
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Researcher Patricks:Oh. Kay.
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SCP-4423: I don't want to just jump into your life like a stranger. I'm not a housewrecker. I wanna be part of your life, in a mutually positive relationship. So we need a good foundation.
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Researcher Patricks:How.
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SCP-4423: I know your parents went through a pretty nasty divorce a little while ago. And that you haven't seen your mom in a while. I don't want to replace her. I never could.
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Researcher Patricks:Explain.
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SCP-4423: I want to ask your permission.
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Researcher Patricks:For. What.
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SCP-4423: Jack… I want to marry your dad. If you're okay with it, I'd be honored to be your stepdad.
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Researcher Patricks:Step. Dad.
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SCP-4423: Yes, your stepdad. Just say yes and I'll propose tomorrow.
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SCP-4423 covers its mouth with its hands and giggles
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SCP-4423: I can just see him, all dressed up in a tight little tux. You can be the ring bearer, little buddy. So, what do you say?
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Researcher Patricks:Yes.
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SCP-4423 grabs Researcher Patricks, pulls him into a hug, and kisses his forehead. SCP-4423 laughs, tucks Patricks back into bed, and then exits the room.
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SCP-4423: Ah! You said yes!
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[END LOG]
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Closing Statement: Following extensive interviews, Foundation researchers concluded that while he had passed through Las Vegas on 15/1/1992, Researcher Patricks' father has not engaged in sexual intercourse with any Tartarean-Class demonic entities1.
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Addendum: Ten months after the interview, a photograph depicting SCP-4423, William Patricks, and Researcher Jack Patricks in formal attire inside of a church was discovered underneath Researcher Patricks' bed. The picture showed Researcher Patricks as he appeared when he was twelve and Patricks recognized the church as the one he attended as a child in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.
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Mobile Task Force Upsilon-11 was dispatched to the church and found a wedding announcement in the records for one William Patricks and an unnamed second person, dated 14/8/1999. No members of the clergy recall conducting or witnessing the wedding and Researcher Patricks has no memory of this event taking place.
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Addendum: On 30/8/2019, Researcher Patricks received a postcard (postmarked 14/8/2019 in Oranjestad, Aruba) from his father.
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Hey Jack!
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Sorry that I didn't give you any notice, but your stepdad and I decided to celebrate our anniversary in the Islands. Can't believe it's been twenty years already. Maybe you can join us next year, if you can get away from that job.
+Love, Dad
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P.S. If you get a chance, can you check on Misty? That cat sure misses you and I don't want Mrs. Arnsdale overfeeding her again.
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Compiled surveillance logs from the city of Oranjestad show William Patricks and SCP-4423 checking into a hotel and participating in other activities standard for vacationing couples. The current whereabouts of William Patricks remains unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4426 is contained at the location of its discovery. No humans are to approach within ten kilometers of the town of Pripyat, and individuals breaching this containment zone are to be detained and amnesticized. The Foundation has partnered with the Ukrainian government to establish the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone in order to deter further activity in the vicinity of SCP-4426.
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All sections of SCP-4426 are to be periodically monitored for changes in state. Personnel require basic radiation prevention gear when studying directly due to the nature of SCP-4426 as well as the area of containment itself. Samples of material may be taken and sent off-site providing that they are collected with adequate care and stored in lead-lined boxes.
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Description: SCP-4426 is the designation for a series of biological masses, located in and around the Chernobyl nuclear power plant and the nearby town of Pripyat. The masses vary greatly in size; the largest is approximately 3 metres in diameter, with the smallest measuring at around 20 centimetres1. Each mass is permanently fused to the ground or to the object to which they are affixed; due to this, the exact weight of each of the masses cannot be precisely determined.
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Testing of SCP-4426 masses has shown that they are a composite mixture of biological material from numerous animal and plant species combined with fused, melted metals and electronic components. Genetic material of deer, birds, insects and spiders have all been sampled from the masses. Grass and trees native to the local area are the most predominantly abundant in SCP-4426, making up approximately 60% of the material found.
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SCP-4426 masses will give off short bursts of high radiation at random intervals. No consistency in these bursts has been discovered, and no explicit cause has been observed. Analysis of samples has also revealed that the cells making up SCP-4426 are consistently lysing and reforming due to the latent radiation present in the masses.
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As well as releases of radiation, SCP-4426 masses also periodically release radio waves. These transmissions consist of random, seemingly unrelated words and phrases in Russian, Ukrainian and occasionally other languages from nearby nations such as Romanian and Armenian.
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Addendum 4426.1: Excerpted Communications
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The following are selected radio communications from SCP-4426 masses which have been received and recorded by personnel working in the area.
I am part of the trees and the city and the uranium and the sound
+fire melting in fire
+all of us
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11/24/2001
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saw the first signs in them
+the deal had to be kept
+everything at stake
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07/01/2003
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like children crumpling to the ground at once
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06/18/2006
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is Chernobyl safe
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02/28/2009
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do you forgive us
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09/29/2016
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forgive us
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Addendum 4426.2: Recovered Note
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During a raid on an abandoned GRU Division-P compound in the vicinity of the region containing SCP-4426, the following text was found written in red ink on the back of an internal document.
I can feel myself at the edge of knowledge. It's a strange feeling.
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I suppose it was naive to trust the Children of the Sun again. Perhaps we thought that they had changed from the savage beasts they were all those thousands of years ago. Perhaps we just pitied their dire situation. Whatever it was, there is no doubt that we were misguided.
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But it doesn't stop the hatred. The hatred for them. The hatred for their states, governments, institutions. Their power plants, their radiation, the artificial steel nightmares with which they destroy the earth that we peacefully worked with. The hatred for their leaders, their bureaucrats and most of all, their lies.
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They've left the rest of us who haven't yet fell victim to our inevitable deaths a painful choice. The only way to stop that poison from eating away at our minds is to make our minds resistant again. To make our synapses stop spreading it across our brains. We must force ourselves to become prisoners once again, trapped in the minds of beasts. That, or we wait as we become frozen forever.
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We burned what we could. The Creatures of Day did not escape retribution. Well, some did. I do not feel remorse for what happened, even as I feel them screaming out from the corpses of our creations, feeling trapped as we were and will be. They can fester, and beg, and maybe one day they can be at peace or find forgiveness. But not today. Not from me.
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Addendum 4426.3: Status of SCP-4426 Containment Zone
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Beginning in December of 1997, a population of approximately fifty SCP-1000 individuals gathered in the abandoned city of Pripyat. The population has appeared to take up permanent residence within the city, inhabiting empty buildings and structures and defending themselves against intruders. Individuals in the group rarely venture outside of the city and avoid contact with humans whenever possible.
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Following negotiations with the population, task forces have been allowed into the city for peaceful exploration and investigation purposes provided that they do not acknowledge the presence of any SCP-1000 beings during their excursions.
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This population behaves similarly to other instances of SCP-1000 populations, living in organized psuedo-civilizations as hunters and gatherers; however, anomalous behavior has been noted on one occasion during one of the first explorations into the SCP-4426 containment zone when the following message was noted carved in a tree:
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we will go on,
+but we will not forget;
+it is the monument to your lies
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4528 is to be stored in a sealed cotton bag inside a standard anomalous item containment locker and periodically examined for damage. To maintain favourable relationships with the municipality of Roseafaer, SCP-4528 is to be returned under Foundation supervision to St. Columba’s Church on the day preceding Gaudete Sunday1 of every year and retrieved immediately after use. Roadblocks are to be established to prevent civilian entry into Roseafaer between sunset and sunrise on this date.
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SCP-4528 placed on mannequin to be photographed.
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Description: SCP-4528 is an embroidered silk bridal shawl in a traditional British style, edged with macramé braiding. When worn by an unmarried2 human female who is older than seven years of age, SCP-4528 confers upon the wearer directed pyrokinetic abilities. Wearers have the ability to increase the temperature of materials they are in physical contact with above their autoignition temperature. Once physical contact is interrupted or ignition has occurred, ignited objects behave as normal, with inflammable materials frequently self-extinguishing as the fire produced does not generate enough heat to maintain the activation energy necessary for combustion. SCP-4528 does not protect the wearer from the flame produced and they may suffer burn injuries.
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SCP-4528 was retrieved from the house of Carol Matheson, a native resident of Roseafaer, Scotland3. Ms. Matheson informed the Foundation that SCP-4528 was used very rarely, almost exclusively in the celebration of a winter holiday called Accendium Lucia. It is believed to be a syncretic holiday incorporating aspects of traditional saining rites, pre-Christian Celtic Yule traditions, Advent, and the Feast of St. Lucy4. The citizens of Roseafar celebrate Accendium Lucia after sundown on the Saturday preceding Gaudete Sunday. Citizens extinguish all the lights in their homes (streetlights are left active for reasons of public safety) and gather outdoors along the main street of the village, carrying new unlit candles. Some older citizens of Roseafaer elect to practice partial abstinence5 throughout the Saturday, but this practice is declining in popularity among younger Roseafaereans.
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Citizens of Roseafaer participating in Accendium Lucia.
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Prior to the start of the ritual, one girl or young woman is selected to act as Lucia. She is generally between 12 and 20 years of age, with the oldest volunteer in recorded Roseafaer history being 34 and the youngest being 9. The acting Lucia dresses in traditional folk costume with a crown composed of fresh Trametes versicolour thalli, amadou6, and fir branches. She then dons SCP-4528 and proceeds to dance along the main street, touching the wick of each candle and lighting them in succession. The acting Lucia is followed by a selection of individuals from the village, often including a group of other children or young adults, also dressed in traditional costume, who sing hymns and folk songs and perform traditional dances. After this procession, citizens return to their homes and re-light their lights, with most proceeding to eat a traditional feast. Depending on preference, households may also exchange small gifts.
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Acting Lucias frequently suffer burn injuries to their fingers when participating in this ritual; however, all interviewed have claimed that they experienced a sense of euphoria from these injuries, considering them representative of their devotion to their religion.
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Addendum 4528-1: Interview Log: Creation of SCP-4528
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Interviewed: Mrs. Esmerelda Matheson
+Interviewer: Doctor Bates
+Foreward: When asked about the provenance of SCP-4528, Carol Matheson reported that it was created in 1943 by her great-aunt, Esmerelda Matheson. The elder Mrs. Matheson was contacted and interviewed in the hopes that insight might be gained into Roseafaer’s anomalous culture.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Bates: We would like to talk to you about the shawl used in the Accendium Lucia rituals. Your great-niece Carol says that you made it. How did you create the shawl and its properties?
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Mrs. Matheson: Oh, Carol is not being exactly accurate on that point, she’s not. I had ordered the shawl in from the catalog for Nia when she wedded John - of course, he’s passed on now these thirteen years, and her these last seven, may God rest their souls, and -
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Dr. Bates: I’m sorry - who are Nia and John?
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Mrs. Matheson: Oh, but of course! You wouldn’t know, being from away and all. Nia were my older sister - Berenice, properly, but we always called her Nia, and John her husband. Good man, he was. Almost good enough for her. (Mrs. Matheson laughs)
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Dr. Bates: I see. So to continue, you had ordered the shawl -
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Mrs. Matheson: Right, right. So I had ordered it in from the catalog, but the only place they would deliver was the next town over, because we didn’t even have a post office in those days, and only the one road, so we always had to go over and pick up our mail. So I waits the number of days they recommended for delivery, you know, and then I walks over. It's cold, and by the time I pick up the package and turn around it's started raining, and I've never liked the rain but I still have to get home, you know, so I head out anyway.
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And it began to sleet, you know, and I’m regretting my choice to walk but I am already half-way there and there are no cars around I could possibly flag down. So I keep walking there, in the sleet, and it’s making its way down into my coat and my hood and all, and it started to get dark.
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I were drenched to the bone, I were - could not feel my hands, could not feel my feet, could not feel my ears. Fox could have run out of the woods and nibbled them right off, for all I would have noticed. And the wind was the worst of it, felt like it was blowing right through me, all my petticoats and sweaters and all. We haven’t had a storm like that for years now, come to recall, and of course everybody has the electric heating and the motor cars now, so they wouldn’t be in so much trouble from a storm. But back then, you see, we didn’t have a motor car out on the farm, so we had to walk everywhere.
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Dr. Bates: Was -
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Mrs. Matheson: And the road is so mucky, you know, you cannot see the bottom of the puddles, and hardly can I walk through it, and I think “I cannot go on through this. I has to stop.” Now I has a box of matches in the pocket of my shift, and I think I got to make a fire, so if any car does come along I can flag them down, and to keep me warm until it stops sleeting. So I climb out of the road into the ditch, and then I duck under the trees, which are all dripping.
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And I am shivering so hard I spill half the box of matches right there, into the mud. I got to use my lips to help get one out, my fingers are so stiff.
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And I think, how terrible if I were to freeze to death right there, barely two miles from my own hometown. And Nia, well - my coat’s all soaked through and it’s barely doing me any good, and I think how awful it would be for Nia, to have her little sister freeze on her own wedding. So I takes out the shawl and I unfolds it and slips it underneath my coat, for one more layer, you know, and to keep the rain from seeping in. And so I kneels back down to try to light my fire, but you know of course how hard it is in the wind and rain and all that, and my matches are getting drenched even as I try to use them.
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And eventually I’m down to just one left, and everything is soaked, and it’s starting to freeze in my hair and on my clothes, you know. So I lights the match, and I see it - I see it go out even before I touch it to my soaked tinder bundle, but I’m so cold now I’m clumsy and my hand hits it anyways, and it catches. Goes up just like a ball of the cotton wool, bright orange.
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Dr. Bates: Did you have any unique or particular feelings at this time?
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Mrs. Matheson: Well, I was grateful as anything, let me tell you. Was so careful - I was afraid that the wet wood would make it go out again, you know, but it didn’t, and I waited there for hours, and I would dry out a little handful, and then add it on, and then another little handful, and after a while a driver sees it and pulls over, and he gets me home.
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Dr. Bates: And have you ever been able to do anything similar since - light fires, or confer anomalous properties onto objects?
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Mrs. Matheson: Oh, it weren’t me honey. I’ve always maintained that that was my miracle; it was the Lord, what lit that fire then and saved me.
Notice to the Foundation, Multiversal Iteration 2N:
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By order of Eternal President Girard Niang: Earth, Multiversal Iteration 4V, has been severed from ☽☽☽ jurisdiction and left to its own devices. Further involvement on the part of the ☽☽☽ Humanity Defense Corps would have only exacerbated the situation and led to cross-dimensional casualties.
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As an additional means to ensure eternal quarantine, JALAKÅRA Himself has whispered the hymn of silent flesh into Iteration 4V. While regrettable, this action was a product of absolute necessity, and executed to protect the multi-dimensional majority of humans. Fortunately, extraterrestrial life in 4V continues to thrive.
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We will now provide you with 4V's document SCP-4839,1 if only as a warning. We know your cause is just — but for your own sake, know when to stop.
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You are watched. You are Protected. You are loved.
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large volume of SCP-4839 in existence, Mass Containment Zone-4839, hereafter MCZ-4839, has been constructed within SCP-2400. MCZ-4839 is composed of two warehouses for storage of SCP-4839, living quarters for staff, and barracks for guards. Each warehouse will be equipped with a Kullervo Suppressor, thereby neutralizing the dangerous effects of contained instances.
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Items that carry SCP-4839 are to be contained as-is. Living instances are to be accommodated with nutrition and other sustenance. Deceased instances are to be contained, as well.
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Acquisition of additional SCP-4839 is to be carried out through the use of Kullervo Detectors, available at every major Foundation site. Any usage of Kullervo Detectors that deviates from the provided instruction manual is grounds for immediate termination of employment with the Foundation and the administration of Class-C amnestics.
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Though SCP-4839 poses no threat while contained, it is estimated that only 4% of SCP-4839 in existence is currently under containment. Failure to contain at least 70% of SCP-4839 by 12/2/2065 will result in a ZK-class reality failure scenario.
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Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector2. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass.
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It is extradimensional in origin, and is believed to be the catalyst of another reality’s forced assimilation of our own.3
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So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in the following objects:
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Acquisition Strategy
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Julep-brand window-mounted air conditioners manufactured after 1986
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Julep Electric seized by the Foundation and dissolved. A product recall is in effect.
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Asbestos contamination.
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The Bangka slow loris (Nycticebus bancanus)
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All wild instances, approximately 70% previously captive specimens, and approximately 40% of deceased specimens have been captured and contained.
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The species is extinct in the wild due to climate change.
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The works of the Italian baroque painter, Artemisia Gentileschi
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Captured in raids; owners amnesticized.
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Lost in a warehouse fire.
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Leaves of the Ginkgo tree (Ginkgo biloba)
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Acquisition ongoing. Complete containment would prove impractical; at most, 70% of live and deceased specimens can be contained.
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A virus from the Mesozoic Era that preyed upon ginkgo plants has been released from Arctic permafrost due to climate change.
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More items may be added to this list, pending the discovery of SCP-4839 elsewhere.
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Kullervo counter specifications for SCP-4839
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As of 6/13/2028, revisions have been made to this article.
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Item #: SCP-4839
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Object Class: Keter
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Threat Level: Black •
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large volume of SCP-4839 in existence, Mass Containment Zone-4839, hereafter MCZ-4839, has been constructed within SCP-2400. MCZ-4839 is composed of 27 warehouses for storage of SCP-4839, living quarters for staff, and barracks for guards. Each warehouse will be equipped with a Kullervo Suppressor, thereby neutralizing the dangerous effects of contained instances.
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Items that carry SCP-4839 are to be contained as-is. Live instances are to be placed in suspended animation.
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Acquisition of additional SCP-4839 is to be carried out through the use of Kullervo Detectors, available at every major Foundation site. Any usage of Kullervo Detectors that deviates from the provided instruction manual is grounds for immediate termination of employment with the Foundation and the administration of Class-C amnestics.
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SCP-4839-Omega, as depicted in documents recovered from GoI-4817 “Green Sky Tavern”
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Though SCP-4839 poses no threat while contained, it is estimated that only 4% of SCP-4839 in existence is currently under containment. Failure to contain at least 90% of SCP-4839 by 2185 will result in a ZK-class reality failure scenario.
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Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass.
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It is extradimensional in origin, and is believedconfirmed to be the catalyst for the destruction of our universe by SCP-4839-Omega — a hostile, reality-bending entity from Universe-91-Lambda. SCP-4839-Omega is also known as DREAD KÜLLERVO or the Seventh Prince of Corbenic.
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So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in 2,294 different types of objects. For a full list of acquisition and cover strategies, please refer to Document-4839-Foxtrot.
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(IMAGE PENDING REVIEW)
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As of 2/1/2032, this article has been reclassified.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment procedures from the most current revision prior to audit are to remain in place, pending final review from the O7 council. Should the authenticity of SCP-4839’s existence, anomalous nature, and danger to the public be determined to be false, the object class will be changed to “Explained” and SCP-4839 will be decommissioned.
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Description:SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass.
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It is extradimensional in origin, and is confirmed to be the catalyst for the destruction of our universe by SCP-4839-Omega — a hostile, reality-bending entity from Universe-91-Lambda. SCP-4839-Omega is also known as Dread Kullervo or the Seventh Prince of Corbenic.
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So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in 2,294 different types of objects. For a full list of acquisition and cover strategies, please refer to Document-4839-Foxtrot.
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AUDIT REPORT - 2/14/2032
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AUDITED ITEM: SCP-4839
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STAFF MEMBER(S) RESPONSIBLE: Dr. Aaron Hamlin
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EVIDENCE AGAINST AUTHENTICITY
+- Lack of testing records.
+- Incident 99-150-B, whereupon a Junior Researcher accidentally dropped a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. Disassembly of the broken unit revealed no capacity to detect anomalous energy sources.
+- Document-4839-Charlie: Written confession from Dr. Aaron Hamlin that the existence of GoI-4817 “Green Sky Tavern” was fabricated at the behest of an anonymous third party.
+- Document 4839-Delta: — a sworn declaration from GoI-419 “Three Moons Initiative” claiming that the Seventh Prince of Corbenic (their benefactor) was unaware of any of its alleged plans outlined in SCP-4839. In addition, the entity is not named “Dread Kullervo”, and is considering extradimensional legal action against the Foundation for libel. Document was provided by an SCP-2578-D instance and stamped with lie-detecting thaumaturgical glyphs.
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EVIDENCE FOR AUTHENTICITY
+- Document 4839-Tango5as provided by the Administrator.
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O7 COUNCIL VOTE TO DECOMMISSION SCP-4839:
+Yea: 4
+Nay: 7
+Abstain: 2
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VOTE FAILED. SCP-4839 UPHELD.
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There have been changes made.
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Item #: SCP-4839
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Object Class: Keter-eschaton
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Threat Level: Black •
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large volume of SCP-4839 in existence, Mass Containment Zone-4839, hereafter MCZ-4839, has been constructed within SCP-2400. MCZ-4839 is composed of as many warehouses as needed for storage of SCP-4839, et cetera. Each warehouse will be equipped with a Kullervo Suppressor.
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Items that carry SCP-4839 are to be put in boxes and never taken out.
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Acquisition of additional SCP-4839 is to be carried out by any means necessary, and over all other Foundation priorities. In addition, due to the Administrator’s crucial function in the containment of SCP-4839, he is to be kept alive by any means necessary, as an equal priority. All staff are advised that anomalous means to extend the human life have been retroactively approved by the O7 Council prior to their dissolution.
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Though SCP-4839 poses no threat while contained, it is estimated that only 4% of SCP-4839 in existence is currently under containment. Failure to contain at least 96% of SCP-4839 as soon as possible will result in a ZK-class reality failure scenario.
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Description: SCP-4839 is a subatomic particle that can only be detected with a Barton-Salas Kullervo Detector. It is discovered SCP-4839 cannot be transferred from its host object, and does not affect the object’s mass.
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It is extradimensional in origin, and very dangerous. So far, SCP-4839 has been discovered in 13% of all matter on Earth, as well as every anomalous item in foundation custody.
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In addition, it has been confirmed that SCP-4839 is directly responsible for the hostile military action upon the foundation by agents of the Three Moons Initiative, as well as the subsequent “Iteration 4V Dimensional Quarantine” event that has yet to be explained.
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Changes.
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Item #: SCP-4839
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Object Class:Bad
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Threat Level:Really Bad
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Special Containment Procedures:Keep putting it in the boxes. Then, keep it in the boxes. Don’t steal. This isn’t hard. Stop saying it is.
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Description:None needed.
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Addendum - Notice from the Administrator:
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Look, I know there’s been a lot of changes lately. More sad people. More screaming. More people not wanting to put things in the box. More people not wanting to be in the box. More people thinking that the boxes are bad, that there are too many boxes. That I can’t fit a whole planet in a box. That too many people are dying in the boxes. That we can’t put a box of all boxes in a box, that’s a pair of ducks or something. That there’s no real reason to keep putting things in boxes. That this was all some kind of K-class scenario in itself.
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It’s confusing — I get that. It makes my head hurt. It takes really, really, really, really smart people to understand it. And that’s where you guys come in! I love all the work you’re doing. You do what I can’t, because I’m not human anymore. Which is okay — just a part of give and take, right? There was a story where a guy gave his right eye to another guy for wisdom. I forget how the rest of it goes. Point being, necessary sacrifices.
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You don’t think I’ve been having problems too? There’s something that makes me sad. It goes like this: see, I’m the Administrator. That means I administrate. All the things in the Foundation are here because I have them. And even then, there are people who think that I’m going too far.
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Putting things in boxes is bad. I get that.
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You know what’s worse? Stealing.
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Love,
+Aaron Hamlin, Administrator of the Foundation
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PS — please see this guide6 to not being sad if you’re feeling sad.
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Item#:mine
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Object Class:mine
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Special Containment Procedures:no touch
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"Self-portrait" of SCP-4895 (recovered under subject's sleeping quarters following a failed containment breach)
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Item #: SCP-4895
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4895 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell fitted with a lightbox, mirror, electronic piano, plastic construction bricks, and a video camera. Depending on compliance with any personnel, SCP-4895 is permitted the freedom to watch up to an hour and a half of television or time to draw using an electronic tablet.
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Description: SCP-4895 is a humanoid with the top half of their head missing. The top half of SCP-4895's head is completely flat, topped with a patch of grass. A miniature barn sits on this surface, as well as a fence, a small pond, and 2 small organisms hereby referred to as SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2. SCP-4895-1 is a 7cm tall human male lacking facial features, wears overalls, a straw hat, and has been observed carrying a small dining fork at times. SCP-4895-2 is a miniature cow in proportion with SCP-4895-1. Both SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2 have been observed avoiding the edges of SCP-4895. Gravity does not seem to affect SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2, as numerous tests have shown them to be unaffected regardless of SCP-4895's speed and position.
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SCP-4895 is self-sustaining, as neither it nor SCP-4895-1 and SCP-4895-2 require food or water to live. If SCP-4895-1 and -2 are removed from SCP-4895 by any means, the previous instances will vanish and reappear atop SCP-4895 within 24 hours. Despite not having ears or eyes, SCP-4895 has no trouble viewing or hearing things.
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SCP-4895 is very social, and takes pleasure in speaking with Foundation staff as well as a multitude of other activities including
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+-Writing Songs/Composing music
+-Filming with a camcorder
+-Creating statues with plastic building bricks
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SCP-4895 shows a considerable amount of passion towards its "creations" and will often resist testing procedures unless Foundation staff look at any works made by SCP-4895. SCP-4895 will show signs of depression and apathy when its creations are ignored.
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4/22/18
+Hi, my name is George. Im 17 years old, and I dont have a job. My therapist told me I should start a diary so thats what im doing. Yesterday I ate lunch with some staff. I don't know what else to say.
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4/26/18
+hi again, i tried to escape yesterday. i honestly dont know why though? these people have guns and shit and i just have a fucking orange jumpsuit. no, the farm on my head doesnt do anything, stop asking about it!! Whenevner i get caught doing something bad they make it so i cant watch tv and i already built with the lego bucket so i thoght id journal. hopefully i can write a good song tomorrow
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4/27/18
+song: i just had a dream where i could outrun the water
+look into my eyes
+they're a gateway to hell
+i just had a dream
+where i could outswim the current
+a farm across my head
+is what makes me
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7/4/18
+im sick of this place. i hate these people. they don't care about me, or what i like to make. they just dont understand me or how i work. they dont want to understand me so they can help me, they just want to understand me so they can feel better about themselves, but i have no clue what one more line of research would do to save the fucking planet. nobody cares. it makes it hard for me to care about being compliant when this room in this building is the one thing i know. do you think i know why this farm is on my head? i dont give have half a dick! I dont know myself and i dont want to either, i just want to go somewhere else. can they not give me a new head? i promise i wouldn't tell anyone about your psychotic torture routines. lobotomize me motherfucker, i dont care. when i give this journal to you at the end of the week i bet you're going to give me a fidget toy or something. yeah you're really fucking strong aren't you
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11/17/18
+im gonna make a movie, its going to be fucking great. I'll get some of my lego stormtroopers and put them on my head and see how the little farmer guy and his cow react, itll be awesome. fuck it, i'll lay down and then let them build whatever they want with my lego bricks. i'll name the little farmer john, and his cow will be yoko. Whats your favorite beatles album, doctor?
+ABBEY ROAD.
+yeah thats a good one.
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11/19/18
+i want 2 dogs and i want their name to be paul and ringo We're the beatles!
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11/22/18
+sometimes i feel like because i havent faced hardships nearly as strong as some other people here it means i have no right to feel upset about things. maybe i have it good here. no, cant be. I guess i'm just tired of this complex and clinical "foundation" lifestyle. probably nothing, its just been on my mind. i wish i could help you guys more. Do you guys think I could get a computer so i could play minecraft?
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11/29/18
+Whenever I play keyboards or draw now, i do it in front of a mirror. i never really stopped to think about john and yoko. they seem happy.
+yoko fell into the pond earlier and john laughed while he was trying to get her out. thats the kind of symbiotic relationship i think i need, haha. oh! also i got minecraft, its a lot of fun. my favorite part is the building, i suck at combat so i like creative mode.
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12/2/18
+ever since john and yoko got ahold of my lego collection, i think im kind of envying them. i dont think they know where they are, but theyre definitely smart. I'm writing in front of a mirror right now and I'm watching john milk yoko. its simple. comforting. why cant that be me? the farmer, not the cow.
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12/25/18
+last night I had a dream where I was john. i woke up with my straw hat and suspenders on and i got to work. I visited yoko and gave her a hug. Nobody is there to restrain me, i didnt want to leave. i tended to my wheat and went back into my barn to sleep. Also, merry christmas.
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1/22/19
+it's been a few weeks since my last journal entry, I just thought I'd mention that i've had some more dreams about being john or yoko. No clue where this leaves me. It's nice.
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7/2/19
+multiple months since my last entry. i only sleep now. thank you, foundation.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4966 is to be kept within a modified humanoid containment cell sized appropriately for a domestic cat to move freely. This cell is to be furnished with several pieces of cushioned furniture. Recreational objects such as climbing towers, plush toys, and small plastic objects have also been provided. SCP-4966 is to be socialized with tri-weekly by on-site researchers. Tests involving SCP-4966 are to be approved by Dr. Bannock. Personnel wishing to provide SCP-4966 with additional recreational objects are to purchase them using their own funds.
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Description: SCP-4966 is an animate quadrupedal creature constructed of gray fabric. All attempts to pierce or damage this fabric have failed. X-rays and other examinations of SCP-4966 have shown a lack of any internal structures. SCP-4966’s body is completely devoid of markings or orifices, with the exception of two black eyes and a woven mouth. Vocalizations made by SCP-4966 are similar to that of a young feline. SCP-4966 is highly social and will become anxious and withdrawn if not socialized with on a normal basis. SCP-4966 has a tendency to imitate the actions of other entities it interacts with. SCP-4966 shows no apparent need to eat, drink, or breathe, although it will imitate these actions if another entity is doing the same.
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When presented with the corpse of an organism, SCP-4966 will extend its mouth through unknown means and consume the corpse in its entirety, causing its body to bulge and stretch around the added mass. All attempts to measure the tensile strength of SCP-4966 while in this state have failed, as SCP-4966’s skin will visibly remain the same density throughout this process. No limit has been found to the degree that SCP-4966 is able to distend, with it having completely enveloped the corpse of an adult blue whale (Balaenoptera musculus) during testing.
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Once a corpse is fully enveloped, SCP-4966’s body will slowly return to its normal size. During this deflation, SCP-4966 will experience alterations in its morphology consistent with the physical characteristics of the organism it consumed. The most common alteration is the addition and modification of limbs, although other alterations such as changes in SCP-4966’s proportions and vocalizations have been recorded. The only physical traits of SCP-4966 that are unable to be altered are its existing facial features and gray coloration. Alterations will remain for approximately 4 hours after consumption, after which SCP-4966 will regurgitate biological waste consistent with the composition of the consumed organism.
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Addendum: Included below are several excerpts from the SCP-4966 experiment log for the purpose of further understanding SCP-4966’s transformation abilities.
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Introduced Corpse: An adult male timber rattlesnake (Crotalus horridus).
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Corpse Integrity: Shows initial signs of decomposition.
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Developed Alterations: SCP-4966’s torso extended approximately 150 cm more in length than previous measurements, with its abdomen ending in a developed tail and rattle. SCP-4966 used this additional length during testing to wrap around and climb the limbs of researchers but was not wrapped tightly enough to inhibit blood flow. The developed rattle was used by SCP-4966 almost constantly during its transformation, often shaking it while interacting with researchers.
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Regurgitated Matter: A mass of decomposing keratin and liquified organic matter.
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Introduced Corpse: An adult female lionfish (Pterois miles).
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Corpse Integrity: Shows signs of advanced decomposition. The interior of the corpse is almost completely putrefied. Despite the corpse’s venomous spines, SCP-4966 was able to consume it without issue.
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Developed Alterations: SCP-4966 developed a pair of pectoral fins, an anal fin, and a large dorsal fin constructed of several long spines. These fins were observed impeding SCP-4966’s movement, specifically limiting its vertical mobility. Chemical analysis of the spines tested positively for lionfish venom. As such, no further interaction with SCP-4966 was conducted prior to regurgitation.
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Regurgitated Matter: Broken spines and liquified organic matter.
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Introduced Corpse: A pile of deceased sycamore maple (Acer pseudoplatanus) leaves.
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Corpse Integrity: Slightly degraded.
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Developed Alterations: No observed alterations. SCP-4966 consumed a single leaf before immediately regurgitating it. SCP-4966 spent the remainder of the test playing within the pile of leaves, repeatedly jumping into it from provided furniture. Requests to provide SCP-4966 with additional plant matter for recreational purposes are currently pending.
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Regurgitated Matter: A slightly damaged leaf.
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Introduced Corpse: A female adult ostrich (Struthio camelus).
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Corpse Integrity: Severely damaged. The corpse was presented to SCP-4966 in several pieces, with the left leg and head of the corpse not present.
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Developed Alterations: SCP-4966’s legs extended approximately 1.3 meters and developed two large toes similar to that of an ostrich.1 SCP-4966’s head extended approximately 1.2 meters upwards, forming a large curved neck. A pair of featherless wings developed on the sides of SCP-4966’s torso. On several occasions, SCP-4966 attempted to take flight using these wings, with SCP-4966 eventually jumping off of provided furniture in an attempt to glide. Despite ostriches' normally territorial nature, SCP-4966 remained sociable during its transformation.
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Regurgitated Matter: Several shattered portions of bone and a large amount of liquified organic matter.
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Introduced Corpse: The head of a male adult Eastern moose (Alces alces americana).
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Corpse Integrity: Corpse is taxidermied, and is well preserved.
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Developed Alterations: SCP-4966 developed large antlers approximately 1.4 meters across. Due to the size of these antlers relative to SCP-4966’s head, its sense of balance and mobility was severely hindered. Additionally, SCP-4966 developed large ears that lacked structural support and were unable to keep themselves upright. Auditory cognition tests determined that the ears did not improve SCP-4966’s hearing ability.
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Regurgitated Matter: A large compact mass of metal slag, wood pulp, and shattered bone.
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Introduced Corpse: A pair of ████ brand genuine leather boots.
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Corpse Integrity: Recently purchased and unworn.
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Developed Alterations: No observed alterations. SCP-4966 approached the boots before lightly biting the toe of the left boot. After examining the right boot in a similar fashion, SCP-4966 knocked over the right boot and climbed inside of it, falling asleep shortly afterward.
Introduced Corpse: The corpse of D-01763, who was an upholsterer prior to her incarceration.
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Corpse Integrity: Well preserved.
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Developed Alterations: No physical alterations were observed. Upon consumption, SCP-4966 emitted several strained vocalizations before speaking in slightly incoherent English. SCP-4966 began commenting on the construction of its furniture, claiming that its provided bedding material was far below standard requirements for domestic pets.
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It has since been determined that rather than inheriting physical alterations, SCP-4966 is able to access the memories of a deceased human by consuming them. In addition, SCP-4966 gains the ability to speak in a high pitch, although its sentence complexity is comparable to that of a young child. Speech is lost upon regurgitation, but the memories of a consumed individual are retained.
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Regurgitated Matter: Shattered bone and liquified organic matter.
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Following this discovery, a raid on Site-17 was conducted by operatives of GoI-003 (“Chaos Insurgency”) where operatives attempted to gain access to SCP-4966’s chamber among other anomalous objects. Once the raid was repelled, a damaged Insurgency document was discovered among the corpses that gave detailed information regarding several anomalous objects, including SCP-4966. SCP-4966 was provided with the corpses of several GoI-003 members in the hopes of discovering how this information was acquired. A transcript of the interview conducted with SCP-4966 has been provided below.
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Interviewed: SCP-4966
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Interviewer: Dr. Randall Bannock
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Additional Information: Due to a lack of relevant information, 2 hours and 14 minutes of the interview have been excluded. For a full transcript of the interview, see Document-4966-IV.
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Dr. Bannock: SCP-4966, can we please get back to the subject at hand.
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SCP-4966: I want a munchy.
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Dr. Bannock: You’ve already been given seven biscuits. You’ll get some after we’ve finished the interview.
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SCP-4966: No, I want a munchy now.
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Dr. Bannock: (Holding their head in their hands) SCP-4966, this would go much smoother if you simply cooperated.
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SCP-4966: I want a better bed too. The one you guys have is lumpy. Make a bed out of munchies so I can eat it when I get hungry.
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Dr. Bannock: SCP-4966, if you answer the question, I’ll give you another biscuit.
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SCP-4966: (Pauses) If I get the good munchies this time.
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Dr. Bannock: How did the Insurgency know where you were?
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SCP-4966: The red shooty people? They found the room with my name on it.
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Dr. Bannock: (Sigh) How did they know that was your item number?
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SCP-4966: I was in the room, so the room had my name. They made lots of banging on the door and noisy noises. I was sleeping but it was too loud and the bed was lumpy.
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Dr. Bannock: Your new bed is coming soon. Ho-
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SCP-4966: How soon?
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Dr. Bannock: Tomorrow. How did they know where the building was?
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SCP-4966: Munchy.
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(SCP-4966 is given a biscuit. The biscuit is consumed by SCP-4966 without chewing. No matter is regurgitated.)
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SCP-4966: The pat people who visit me. They tell the red people stuff through the head parts.
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Dr. Bannock: (Pauses) The head p- never mind. Can you be more specific? Who are the pat people?
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SCP-4966: Um, lots of people give me pats. The white coat woman who gives me the toys is nice, I like her. She gave me the ball with the bell in it and it makes a ringy noise. The orange person that gives me lots of pats, but its face keeps being different between pat times. It gives me pats though so it’s a good orange. Um, you give me munchies and smell like a cake and that’s a good munchy. Also, you said you were gonna get me a good bed, bu-
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Dr. Bannock: Which one of the pat people told the red people about you?
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SCP-4966: Munchy.
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Dr. Bannock: I’ll give you a biscuit if you tell me.
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SCP-4966: But I want munchy now.
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Dr. Bannock: If you tell me now, I’ll give you two biscuits.
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SCP-4966: Um… the orange person sometimes. They use the head parts so you don’t get distracted from doing scribbles on the board you have like you’re doing right now. That looks real hard.
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Dr. Bannock: What do you mean by the head parts? Do you know anything about that?
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SCP-4966: Munchy.
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SCP-4966: I think they use their head squishies? Like the one in the red guy I munched, and the one in the spiky stripey, but that one wasn’t too good.
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Dr. Bannock: Do you mean their brains?
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SCP-4966: Yea, they used the head squishies to talk.
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Dr. Bannock: Ok, what did they use in their brains to talk?
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SCP-4966: Um, I don’t know about squishy parts. I think the big part that looks like a watermelon is used to talk. I’m not a organ psychic.
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Dr. Bannock: Lets put it this way. Do you remember the, um, “orange person” that you ate?
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(SCP-4966 nods.)
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Dr. Bannock: What about their brain was different from the red people’s brains?
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SCP-4966: Um… the orange person was colder and was kinda too mushy. The red people had lots more stuff about shooty guns, but I don’t like to hurt people so I say no thank you, mister. The orange person had a lot more about like being stuck in a room, and I don’t think they ever got to taste the crispy crunch of a munchy which is sad.
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Dr. Bannock: Yes, that’s quite sad. Was there anything in the red people’s brain about how they talked to the orange person?
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SCP-4966: I don’t think they could talk to the orange person because I already ate them.
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Dr. Bannock: No, the ones that would pet you.
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SCP-4966: (Pauses ) Um, one second. I’m gonna do a real big think.
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Dr. Bannock: Take your time.
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(SCP-4966 sat in silence for several minutes, occasionally making confused vocalizations.)
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SCP-4966: I think I found something from the red people, but it’s a bit scrambly and they use some big words I don’t know.
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Dr. Bannock: Just do the best you can.
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SCP-4966: I think they’re hungry and they want to get some snacks for their sleepover.
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Dr. Bannock: I’m sorry?
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SCP-4966: They keep saying words about sonic chips, but they aren’t eating any chips and I’m confused… wait I think the orange people had the sonic chips already. Maybe they forgot them at the store ‘cause they’re saying stuff about not noticing the sonic chips. I want munchy sonic chips like the orange person gets.
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Dr. Bannock: Can you tell me which orange people can talk with the outside people?
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SCP-4966: … Can I have sonic chips for munchies?
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After some difficulties, SCP-4966 lists the identification numbers of fourteen D-Class personnel, with several having known affiliations with GoI-003. Autopsies of these individuals have discovered a small device implanted within the cerebellum capable of psionic transmissions. The transmitters possess mild antimemetic properties, making their emitted transmissions be perceived as mundane and unremarkable. For its role in discovering the informants, SCP-4966 was provided a bag of Tostitos brand tortilla chips.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation analytic assets are to monitor for reports of individuals deceased as the result of 'internal' or 'spontaneous' explosions. These are to be investigated for potential association with SCP-5073 and given appropriate cover stories if confirmed as anomalous.
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Foundation assets embedded within the distribution chain for powdered hot chocolate mixes are to monitor shipments for instances of SCP-5073. Instances of SCP-5073 discovered are to be either incinerated or sent to Site-66 for analysis at the discretion of Researcher Tarrant.
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Description: SCP-5073 is a series of anomalous packets of powdered hot chocolate mix. Instances of SCP-5073 outwardly resemble packets sold under legitimate brands, with no discernible differences save for tactile sensations of slight stickiness and mild warmth. SCP-5073 instances are found packaged alongside conventional packets of hot chocolate mix, with no more than one instance per box or package. SCP-5073 instances have only been found in the Western Hemisphere during winter, with a distribution pattern of one per one million units of hot chocolate mix.
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SCP-5073 instances contain1 cocoa powder visually identical to that of the brands SCP-5073 instances resemble, though the individual granules of the powder have been registered as both unusually durable and slightly warm. When mixed into milk2, the powder does not actually dissolve but remains suspended below the surface and not readily visible. The powder granules proceed to exude liquid with compositional similarities to chocolate, which colors and flavors the milk and leaves it visually identical to typical hot chocolate.
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This resulting composition is regarded by individuals as atypically appealing when imbibed, often described in terms of an "explosive burst of sweetness" that regardless never discomfits or overwhelms. Though it does not possess addictive properties, individuals tend to be driven to drink a sufficient amount to use up the entire SCP-5073 packet.
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Within two to three hours of consumption of SCP-5073, the intact granules suspend themselves at concentration above the LEL3 for cocoa dust and rub up against each other with sufficient intensity to produce friction based ignition. The dust explosion that ensues invariably possesses sufficient force to blow a human apart and do considerable damage to their surroundings.
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Though the liquid produced by SCP-5073 remains, shortly after an individual has expired due to consumption of SCP-5073, the SCP-5073 packet and any powder left within it disappears, and there is typically more of an individual's mass missing than can be accounted for by the dust explosion.
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History: Foundation assets embedded in police and emergency services took notice reports of individuals exploding beginning in December 20██ and conducted an immediate investigation, isolating the cause to anomalous hot chocolate shortly thereafter. Deaths associated with SCP-5073 ceased one week later. No intact instances of SCP-5073 were recovered, and after six months without further incident SCP-5073 was declared Neutralized.
Researcher Tarrant here, being informal because this is going to be short. After all, we don't have any physical evidence of this anomaly at all whatsoever besides trace amounts of ridiculously sweet liquid and the corpses it leaves behind. Pieces of corpses, rather. And yet everyone's convinced we've figured it out.
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Forensics was able to piece together it was a dust explosion, yes. Eyewitness accounts have indicated the cocoa dust was in packets identical to brand name ones, yes. Thus the idea goes that some murderous anomalous prankster slipped self-igniting cocoa powder in with the regular stuff, making it sweet enough that the hapless victim would definitely drink enough of it to explode. And now people have stopped exploding, probably because the prankster got tired of it, so it's all well and good.
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I don't think that's it. It's way too elaborate a method to just to get someone to explode, and yes anomalies aren't supposed to make sense but if we go with the idea this was engineered by someone, then yes there has to be a certain degree of sense. And there is no sense in this method being used just to make people explode.
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More than that, there are discrepancies.
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Would a prankster really get bored, just like that, and stop so abruptly? They wouldn't be exploding people to begin with if they were worried about the Foundation starting its investigation. There has to be some external factor. It was stupid warm that January (thanks climate change), maybe that's why? Less people drinking hot cocoa, less to meet… some kind of quota?
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People think the packets going missing was the prankster slipping in to cover their tracks, but if they can do something like that they wouldn't use such a roundabout method to begin with. And finally… what's left of the corpses. How exploded they are covers it up well, but I've examined the bits where there's more meat and bone missing than there should be.
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People think I'm seeing things, but I'm sure of it.
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There are tiny bite marks.
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SCP-5073 incidents began again one year after its initial classification, continuing on through February. Instances have been recovered intact and sent to Researcher Tarrant at Site-66 for analysis.
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Additionally, there has been a surge of social media posts concerning sightings of tiny brown spiders in areas where SCP-5073 incidents have occurred.
The following file contains information related to the Markhaven monitoring project and as such is limited to Foundation personel with Marduke level clearance.
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257 Eagleton Street, Markhaven, Indiana. Current residence housing SCP-5078.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5078 is contained In situ within 257 Eagleton Street, Markhaven, Indiana. The property has been purchased through a Foundation front company, and converted into provisional Site-145. A glass panel has been installed into the front wall of SCP-5078 for the purpose of communication with SCP-5078's inhabitants. Following review by the Ethics Committee, interviews and periods of observation are to be conducted with breaks1.
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The prevalent political and social culture within Markhaven is built upon paranoia, distrust of outsiders and staunch social conservativsm, leading to the requirement for Foundation officials within Markhaven to be given elaborate backstories and aliases. Drs. Juliette Lewis and Hamilton Clark are currently portraying Lucille and Andrew Finch, a 'new-generation' Markhaven family. In case of a cover breach, amnestics have been authorized for administration as a last resort option.
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Description: SCP-5078 is the designation given for an atomic age fallout shelter and its inhabitants, collectively refered to as SCP-5078-1-2.
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SCP-5078 is partially subterranean, with the majority of the structure located underneath a suburban house in Markhaven, Indiana. SCP-5078, and by extension its inhabitants, were believed to have been unnoticed by the home's previous occupants, owing to a substantial layer of earth covering the majority of the structure. Soil samples taken from the soil layer show an abnormal amount of radioactive particles present, alongside trace elements of unidentifiable or undiscovered materials. Microbiological analysis of the soil has shown evidence of a substantial amount of colonial organisms, believed to be previously unidentified species of protist. Colonial observation has shown that the organisms, anaerobic2 extremophiles, produce oxygen through the decomposition of molecular and radioactive waste. This oxygen is transferred into SCP-5078 through tiny cavities present within the foundation of the structure. The external structure is built primarily out of a material superficially resembling concrete, albeit containing primarily foreign, unidentified materials. The structural foundation contains numerous cavities and holes, containing colonies of organisms similar to the oxygenating soil-based microbes. Both colonies are believed to either belong to the same species, or are closely related. Currently, the only noticed difference is habitat, with the structural organisms classified as polyextremophile cryptoendoliths3.
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Internally, SCP-5078 is composed of one large room, crudely cordoned into separate spaces, with a common living space, and bedroom doubling as a kitchen. The interior is lightly furnished, with furniture and decor designed in an aesthetic closely resembling Soviet Minimalism. Of the various material items present within the structure, none are thought to contain anomalous characteristics or origins. SCP-5078 contains two humans, self-identified as Galina4 and Dmitri Artamev, a couple of Russian descent. Both Galina and Dimitri maintain that they have been married for twenty six years, and lived in the Soviet city of Stalingrad.5 Neither resident has clear memories of living in America outside of SCP-5078.
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Dimitri and Galina Artamev. Photo dated to 1972, received during the last meeting between the two and Dr. Lewis. Unable to identify the entity in the middle of the photograph.
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Both entities are believed to not require either nutrient or caloric intake, as evidenced by observation in which neither entity ate or drank, no observation of bowel movements or urination, and an apparent lack of any food within the structure. Present hypotheses suggest abnormal metabolic functions, or receipt of sustenance through the microorganic materials and organisms present within SCP-5078's external environment. The current theory put forth by Dmitri Artamev suggests that his lack of sustenance is a side effect related to him and his wife's sudden appearance within SCP-5078.
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Addendum No. 1 Communication Attempts
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Communications with SCP-5078-1/2 have been currently unfruitful owing to a language divide between the two groups. A Foundation translater fluent in Russian determined that the language spoken by SCP-5078-1/2 is currently untranslateable into English. Linguistic analysis has shown that the language spoken and written by SCP-5078-1/2 is superficially comparable to Russian, but written in a radically different style of Cyrillic script, and following differing language rules, spelling and pronunciation. Furthermore, both entities appear to speak in a heavy accent, leaving a translation into English near impossible.
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English is poorly understood by both entities. Dr. Juliette Lewis, head of the Foundation Linguistics Department attempted basic conversation with both SCP-5078 entities. Dr. Lewis was able to give a simple English dictionary to both entities, and later discovered that both SCP-5078-1/2 were able to understand some basic English terms and words through writing, labels and household items found within the structure. Various household items found within SCP-5078 were believed to have been written in Cyrillic text, but later changed to English. The cause is currently unknown but is hypothesized to relate to the transfer of SCP-5078 to current reality.
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This is further corroborated by viewing several items within SCP-5078; the English writing is choppy and stilted. As an example, the label on a container of laundry soap describes it as, 'Lather Cloth Washing.'
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For a one month period, starting in December, Dr. Lewis kept a record of written questions and answers put forward and answered by SCP-5078-1/2. Dr. Lewis interviewed both separately, starting with SCP-5078-1.
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Addendum No. 1-A: Dmitri Interview
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What is your name?
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Dimitri. My wife is Galina Artamev.
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How long have you been together?
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Many. (SCP-5078-1 holds up its hands, fingers outstretched. SCP-5078-1 then holds up their palm again, and one finger on the right.)
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How long have you been inside?
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Many Years. Time is long. Years and days.
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Why are you here, Dimitri? Here in Markhaven?
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I do not know of Markhaven, that is were this is?There was a brightness stronger then the Unidentifiable. People (gestures to themselves)… dead. Many room (pointing to walls) like this one. In the cities. Big… (Shaking.) We went here, to be safe, and we (praying gesture) to God, to keep us alive. He gave. Gave everything.
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What was the day that it had happened?
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November 4, 1980. I do not like to speak about it.
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Together, right now, you happy, or sad?
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Yes. Very happy. (Smiles.) (Belly style laugher)
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What makes you happy?
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Galina makes me happy. The newspaper, hearing the radio, old song, singing. She is gone, yes?
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Have you wanted to ever leave?
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Of course I do. This is not a life. Happy together, and safe, but this is not life. Better then being burnt. But it is not a happy outcome. I don't want to her to hear that. That I want to leave sometimes. But it is not safe. We do not know of the world outside. How it will treat us.
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And why is that?
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I feel trampled. Trapped, trapped, that's it
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It is a normal thing to feel. It's referred to as Survivor's Guilt.
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I do not know of such thing. I do not think of myself as a survivor. I am happy with Galina. I am happy we are together. But as a survivor, I do not think of that. To survive, yes, there has to be something left to look forward to, something to return to. There is nothing left. Only us. I will do everything I can for her. And she wants to see me happy, so I will be happy for her. She has nothing, so little left.
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Dmitri, are you happy?
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I do not know, sometimes I am, sometimes I am not. It has been so long. I admit, I try to make Galina happy, because I will feel happy myself.
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Is it working?
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I do not know.
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Addendum No. 1-B: Galina Interview
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You are Galina?
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Yes. Yes, that is my name. My mother told me it was the same as a flower. She was not right- but I wore it still, on my sleeve.
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And what did you to do, for work?
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Factory, for husband. I work fields. It was good life. Very good. Hard, but very good. We trust in the lord, and he brought us good life.
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And here? Is this a good life?
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I do not know if this is good life. Being safe, that is good thing. I am so happy to have my husband with me. It would be such lonely time without him. I wish I could break the walls and leave with him. But the world is not safe.
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Is there any other reason that you stay?
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For him, of course. Dmitri seems happy, so happy here. I do not want to take that away from him. His happiness is important to me. He left behind everyone. Only us, I think, only us, were spared. I do not know why. God perhaps plays jokes with us.
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Galina, are you happy?
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There are days were I am, days were I am not. I would say that it is the same for Dmitri. He has hard days, as have I. What I said about wanting to leave, wanting to flee- it is true. But it is also home. It is confusing. Very confusing.
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What do you look forward to, Galina?
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I don't know what will occur after. We will take days at our own time. We will be together, we will be here, as always. Our happiness is from one-another. We will be here, always.
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Addendum No. 3: Dr. Hamilton's Notes
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Dr. Hamilton kept a journal detailing his experiences with SCP-5078-1/2 for the duration of his stay within Markhaven, Indiana. Following RAISA requirements, the journal entries have been added to SCP-5078's file for the purpose of record keeping and further investigation.
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December 9th, 1980.
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The two of us have been in Markhaven for about a month now. We're still strangers here. I can't wrap my head around everything here, how clean everything is, how it feels like we're in a faux Disneyland Americana. Yeah, that'd be how I'd describe it, like Disneyland. Everything too clean, everyone too happy, smiles on every face regardless of what is going on. After the apocalypse, folks from hundreds of years from now would find their remains, charred yet smiling and grinning.
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I feel a kinship with Galina and Dimitri. They're strangers in a strange land. They don't understand this world, same as I don't. Jules is teaching them English, and while we still really cannot communicate, I feel myself becoming friends with the both of them, but especially Dmitri. I can barely understand him- regardless of whatever language he's speaking, the accent makes it so hard to understand anything. But that doesn't matter, I don't think. Just being able to be near him. I think it makes him happy, to have a friend here. Juliette hasn't been able to figure out exactly why they're here, let alone here in our basement, but again, I don't mind. I really don't. I haven't had neighbors since I've started working at The Foundation,- and I don't think that they've had neighbors as well.
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It's a nice feeling, for both of us.
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December 13th, 1980.
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Jules made progress today. They're from the Soviet Union. Not… Our Soviet Union, the USSR of our world, but the USSR of their world. I don't think neither of us had any doubts that both Galina and Dimitri had came from somewhere else. You could tell. The bewildered look, the clothing that doesn't look quite right. Not needing to eat. Not understanding this and that.
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The thing that worries me, though, is what if this escapes? Not them, but the idea that if the knowledge that two Soviet civilians are here, trapped in an American vault in the middle of fucking nowhere? Imagine the anger that would occur- Rockets would fly, as would ours.
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Maybe that's how they got here. From rockets. They didn't board them, but the rockets and missiles hit their little prison, and pushed it far into us. What if that happens to us? That either of them escape, or if the veil is ripped, and both the UIU and GRU had heard, and then their rockets will fly, and hit us- perhaps both Juliette and I will be trapped in a little room, being watched by strange Russians writing down this and that, every little thing we do.
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January 1st, 1981.
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Today is our last day with Dmitri and Galina. A skeleton crew is being transferred in; we have more important things to do within Markhaven, it seems.
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I will miss both of them terribly. I read Juliette's notes, and the interview logs. Both of them seem to fluctuate between hopefulness and despair. Neither of them are happy for themselves, only for each other, it seems. Better then a lot of people, perhaps. Not everyone can adapt in the same way. At all. Even though, I do not know if I'd consider them to actually adapt. It seems too difficult, and every little thing could go wrong. Maybe they're managing well, and what they've told us is all facade. It could be.
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We had a meal for them. For the new year. Neither of them could eat or really understand us, but the company was so good for all of us here. The little things. Dmitri gave us a bottle of Vodka, and we gave both of them my old Beatles records. The gift exchange was wonderful.
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We got closer to them, I think, then all the interviews and communication attempts. They're good people. They're very good people. Good people in a situation that they can't understand, neither can we. When I look outside, and I see the rockets fire, the point is so close to me. That this will be all of us- trapped in itty bitty bunkers, waiting for the world to pass, an endgame.
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Like Hamm and Clov. There are no winners in the war, just little people trapped like Galina and Dimitri.
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.
Special Containment Procedures: As a consequence of mounting costs and budgetary constraints, containment of SCP-5141 is now focused on mitigation and cooperation.
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MTF Gamma-1 ("Sutton's Moonshiners") are to work with local law enforcement agencies to suspend all traffic along SCP-5141's route during its annual transit. Foundation vehicles are to accompany SCP-5141, clearing the road ahead. Vehicles are to maintain a distance of 5 meters from SCP-5141 at all times.
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Personnel are to be reminded that no attempt to slow down, stop, or otherwise interfere with SCP-5141 is to be made.
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Description: SCP-5141 is a black customized 1924 Studebaker Special Six.
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At approximately 12:30 pm (UTC) on March 16th of every year, SCP-5141 emerges at some point within Maggie Valley, North Carolina. It then travels along the shortest available route to Cocke County, Tennessee; upon reaching the county, it gains significant speed and vanishes down one of several local roads.
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Outside of demonstrating considerable driving expertise and knowledge of local geography, no other anomalous properties have been observed.
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Discovery: On February 26th, 1951, the UIU1 turned over several case-files to Foundation operatives as part of the MJ-12 Act2. This included reports of a 'driverless ghost-car' active in the Appalachian region. During this transition, William Summers (a veteran Foundation operative) conducted an interview with Daniel Martindale (a UIU field agent and former agent of the Bureau of Prohibition) regarding the nature of SCP-5141.
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AUDIO TRANSCRIPT
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Date: 26 February, 1951
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Summers: So, let me know if I've got this straight.
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Martindale: Fire away.
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Summers: This thing… it's one of those old-timey cars, right? Like a Ford Model T, or —
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Martindale: She ain't no tin lizzie, son. It's a Studebaker.
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Summers: Right. So, I'm guessing it tops out at, what… forty miles an hour?
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Martindale: About fifty.
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Summers: My wife's beetle can hit a clean 80.
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Martindale: Well, good for her. Germans made a damn fine car.
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Summers: Christ. You've been on this thing's ass for eight years, and you've never once caught up to it?!
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Martindale: Son, you ever try to out-run a one-legged man in his own backyard?
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Summers: I — Excuse me?
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Martindale: She's been running moonshine down these back-roads for over three decades. Before we chased her, it was the prohees3. I'm gonna tell you the same thing they told us: Leave it be. You ain't catching her, and she ain't doing no harm. Not unless you're dumb enough to get in her way.
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REQUISITION REQUEST
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DATE: 3 March, 1952
+REQUESTER: Field Agent William Summers
+PURPOSE: Containment of SCP-5141.
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On March 16th of last year, we observed SCP-5141 driving along I-40 West. After a ten minute pursuit, Agent Blackwell attempted to disable its tires with his service pistol. The vehicle immediately swerved into us and ran our vehicle off the road.
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I'd like to take another crack at it. For this, I'll need two sedans and an agent with significant driving experience.
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ESTIMATED COST: $4k
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RESULT:Both sedans forced off the road. Personnel sustained minor injuries.
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REQUISITION REQUEST
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DATE: 2 March 1953
+REQUESTER: Field Agent William Summers
+PURPOSE: Containment of SCP-5141.
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After discussing SCP-5141 with retired Prohibition agents who have pursued it in the past, we realized it always follows the same route. We just need to barricade the road. I'll need four men with shotguns, three sedans, two concrete barriers, and a strip of road spikes.
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ESTIMATED COST: $8k
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RESULT:SCP-5141 shifted gears, performed a power-slide4, then drove away. Agents later determined it used an alternate route. Agent Summers was reprimanded for discussing SCP-5141 with non-Foundation personnel.
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REQUISITION REQUEST
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DATE: 22 February 1954
+REQUESTER: Field Agent William Summers
+PURPOSE: Containment of SCP-5141.
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Maggie Valley isn't very large. It only has a few roads leading in and out of it. Let's just barricade them all.
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I'll need twenty sedans, twenty men with shotguns, twelve concrete barriers, and six strips of road spikes.
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ESTIMATED COST: $35k
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RESULT:SCP-5141 did not appear at the barricades. On further investigation, tire tracks were found matching its make and model along a previously unknown back-road leading out of Maggie Valley and onto I-40 West. Agent Summers has received two weeks mandatory vacation.
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REQUISITION REQUEST
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DATE: 10 February 1955
+REQUESTER: Field Agent William Summers
+PURPOSE: Containment of SCP-5141.
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Six customized trucks and five of the best drivers we've got.
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ESTIMATED COST: $20k
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RESULT:All six trucks forced off the road. Foundation personnel sustained minor injuries. Agent Summers has received a year-long mandatory sabbatical.
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REQUISITION REQUEST
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DATE: 8 January 1956
+REQUESTER: Field Agent Richard Carter
+PURPOSE: Containment of SCP-5141.
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After reviewing the documentation and conferring with my colleagues, I'm confident that I can contain SCP-5141.
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I worked in law enforcement for twenty-five years before I joined the Foundation. I've been personally involved in over sixty high-speed chases. In my opinion, the best approach is a comprehensive one: Clear the area. Barricade every road out of Maggie Valley (including the back-roads). Have trucks and cruisers standing by to force it off the road — and men stationed at checkpoints ready to shoot out its tires and engine.
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Twenty concrete barriers.
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Twelve strips of road spikes.
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Twenty modified police cruisers.
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Ten modified police trucks.
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Thirty veteran drivers.
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Thirty men who know how to use a rifle.
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Evacuate the surrounding area for one day.
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It sounds excessive, but trust me: This is a one-and-done deal. Give me what I'm asking for and I'll have it contained by lunch.
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ESTIMATED COST: $320k
+STATUS:APPROVED
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RESULT:In the resulting chaos, seven trucks and twelve cruisers were totaled; one cruiser remains missing. Seven personnel sustained severe injuries, twenty six sustained serious injuries, and fifteen sustained minor injuries. Local property damage is estimated to be over a hundred thousand dollars.
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Field Agent Richard Carter has formally submitted his resignation.
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REQUISITION REQUEST
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DATE: 1 January 1957
+REQUESTER: Field Agent William Summers
+PURPOSE: Containment of SCP-5141.
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Three M103 tanks.
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ESTIMATED COST: $550k
+STATUS:REJECTED
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NOTE:In light of repeated failures, new containment procedures focused on mitigating and cooperating with SCP-5141 are now in development.
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Addendum: On February 3rd, 1958, Field Agent William Summers was involved in a fatal car crash while practicing on a training track in Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Five weeks later, SCP-5141 failed to appear along its typical route.
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On March 17th, Mr. Summers' widow reported that, while visiting her husband's grave, she discovered several tire-tracks and an empty jug laid besides his tombstone. An exhumation found that Mr. Summers' stomach now contained several liters of 120 proof Appalachian moonshine.
Any personnel interfering with SCID investigations will be prosecuted to full extent of the law.
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LEVEL TWO/5487 CLASSIFICATION
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SCP-5487
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SCP-5487 ("Cardocran").
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
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The entirety of SCP-5487 is to be kept in special storage at Site-989. Two kilograms of 5487 are to be offloaded whenever appropriate to SCID Miami under Provision 57.M-B and 93.
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All used amounts of SCP-5487 are to be transported back to Site-989 via SCID courier and disposed of by a chemical team.
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Certain provisions to hospitals for SCP-5487 medical use is in consideration.
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DESCRIPTION
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SCP-5487 is the designation for the anomalous stimulant drug called "Cardocran", often nicknamed "Cardo". While SCP-5487 acts similarly to cocaine, its anomalous properties occur on its effect as a triple reuptake inhibitor (TRI): it approximately triples its efficiency while also removing its dependency issues on its subject.
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While SCP-5487 can be used as an alternative to cocaine, cocaine cannot be used as an alternative to 5487.
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5487 is unable to be created without anomalous technology. It is currently unknown who created SCP-5487.
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ITEM HISTORY
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A version of SCP-5487 was discovered on the market by Foundation agents stationed in Miami, Florida, who later notified the Foundation. The compound was analyzed, and the 5487 designation was given to the drug.
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A subdivision of the Special Crimes Investigative Division (SCID) in Miami was created to combat the appearance and use of veil-breaking drugs to the general public.
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CASE 1987.CDO-005 OPENED. SOME FILES HAVE BEEN OMITTED.
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LEVEL FOUR/SCID CLASSIFICATION
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ON 5487/CARDOCRAN
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The cardocran given to our division is specifically modified by the Foundation to produce the effects of severe dependency upon use, without any tangible side effects otherwise. This should keep anyone who gets slipped it otherwise desperate enough to come back until we can catch them, then we can do our thing from there.
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Note that a selling point of cardocran is its low dependency issues, so expect repeat buyers to be agitated or angry.
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AQUIRED DATA
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Seized Cardocran.
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+Cardocran has recently shown up again in the market labeled as "Cardonian Cocaine", described as a high-quality variant of cocaine stemming from the (fictional) Cardonia region of Peru.
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Analysis performed on the seized cardocran shows this does not appear to be the same type of cardocran sent to us by the Foundation. An operation will shortly be put in place to determine the source of this new cardocran. If we can nab the buyers, we can get them to give us the sellers.
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Keep your eyes out. Miami Vice has agreed to work with us on this one, considering it seems like they've been hit hard with this kind of thing popping up again.
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- Lieutenant J. Hernandez
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OPERATION YELLOWJACKET is a sting operation that will be conducted by the SCID with the help of MPD Vice on the afternoon of July 18th, 1987.
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The operation will commence at approximately 10:30, where SCID special teams will set up in the buildings around the main plaza of Hortin Marina.
+These teams will provide covering fire and/or general support should the sting go wrong, and are equipped with tear gas. Designated long-range combatants will be armed with M16A1 rifles from MPD SWAT.
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Lieutenant Hernandez and Captain Peters will be occupying an unmarked squad car from across the street for immediate support. Several other places (see Document OYJ.02 for specific placement) will also contain plainclothes or otherwise disguised officers.
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At 11:00, Detectives Richard Garrett and Manuel Acosta (undercover as sellers "Brad" and "De la Cruz") will meet the buyers. They will be accompanied by Foundation liaison Haskell, who is masquerading as a middleman. Acosta will also be outfitted with a wire to listen in on the conversation.
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Once the buyers trade off the money and receive the cardocran, they are to be immediately arrested. The MPD will be around on standby for the SCID's signal.
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Should any of the plan deviate or if it is apparent that the situation will escalate, the sting is to be immediately ended and the area secured by the SCID and MPD.
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[TAPE START]
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Acosta can be heard practicing breathing techniques.
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Nervous?
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ACOSTA
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Hell yea, I'm nervous, man. No matter how many times I do this, my nerves got a mind of their own.
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I get what you mean. It's more of a rush for me.
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A rush? You're crazy. Some kind of masochist? A rush my ass.
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They laugh.
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I worked out all my nervousness in the firing range. I may not jitter like an addy, but I'm still feeling it all here.
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ACOSTA
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You know what will cure my nerves?
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What would?
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ACOSTA
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If these buyers showed the fuck up already, damn. It's… 11:12 now. It ain't polite to keep your gift horse waiting man.
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Garrett blows a raspberry.
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Don't worry about it.
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What if they canceled? We're just sitting here like zoo flamingos in this heat all for shit.
I think it's the wire, the wire always sets me on end man. One faulty connection and now you're target numero uno for guys with MAC-10s.
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Aah, don't worry about it. I got your back. It's just a sting, what's the worst that could happen, right?
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ACOSTA
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You're right, you're right.
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GARRETT
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…Is that them?
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ACOSTA
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Shit, yeah. Business face on.
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The two can be heard standing up, followed by approximately a minute of silence.
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BUYER 1
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Know anyone by the name 'o… uhh, Brad and De la Cruz?
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ACOSTA
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Depends, who's asking?
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BUYER 2
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Two-hundo-kay in your pocket, that's who.
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ACOSTA
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I see. Where's our midman?
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BUYER 1
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Hell should I know?
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He's a'mportant to us as the stuff you're gett'n. I'd like ta know you two digeridoos didn't knock him off befo' we hand this to ya.
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BUYER 1
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No goddamn clue, dude. He just up and fucked off and said it was important. Frankly I don't have time for this chatter. We doing this or what?
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The two pause for a minute.
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ACOSTA
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Cough the dough up.
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BUYER 2
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Woah woah, we ain't dumb. We do this the conventional way.
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BUYER 1
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Suitcase open first, we test the product, you get your money and we all walk off a little happier.
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A suitcase can be heard opening, as well as a plastic cracking noise. Several seconds elapse as the suitcase is closed again.
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BUYER 2
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And?
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BUYER 1
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Real godlike shit there. Well then. I got this to give you-
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Two gunshots ring out. Buyer 2 yells.
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BUYER 1
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Crap, setup!
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A firefight erupts. Multiple gunshots are heard as Acosta fires his CZ75 at the buyers. More armed personnel appear to be wildly shooting into the crossfire by Acosta.
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Det. Acosta enters a building, auditorily sounding to be flanking the armed buyers. Acosta re-emerges to the outside, where the gunfire has died down into several occasional shots. He yells and sprints.
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BUYER 1
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Fuck!
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Acosta tackles Buyer 1.
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ACOSTA
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Police, Miami SCID. Keep those hands up and taste the concrete, bitch.
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Buyer 1 laughs.
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BUYER 1
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Congrats, pal.
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BUYER 1
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Agent Ballard. FBIUIU.
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FOUNDATION NOTICE
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ON YELLOWJACKET
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Due to an oversight in planning and an unprecedented violation in operations scale within the SCID, YELLOWJACKET led to the injuries of several officers in the SCID as well as the FBIUIU. The cause of the shootout was also investigated; it was found to be caused by the misjudgment of SCID Captain James Peters, who mistakenly thought UIU Agent Ivanovic was pulling out a pistol.
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Captain Peters has been demoted and put on unpaid administrative leave for a month.
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ON UIU PRESCENCE
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A unit of the FBIUIU was present at the time of the incident to carry out a sting operation against Foundation researchers possibly selling small amounts of SCP-5487 to the general public. Further investigation into this claim has uncovered a chain of misunderstandings stemming from a partnership with the UIU, curated by ████, over proceedings and undercover operations including the use of 5487. No other UIU presence was determined within the recent events.
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The FBIUIU has admitted their mistake over their wrongly-implemented investigation and misunderstanding of ████'s good intentions.
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OVERALL
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Further investigation into illegal production and distribution of SCP-5487 will be henceforth operated by the main branch of the Foundation. The SCID will be limited to low-level operations (with prior Foundation approval) and executing specific stakeouts/raids as given by the Foundation. This agreement will continue indefinitely until the Foundation believes the SCID is capable enough to handle such large cases without prompting or promoting unacceptable incidents.
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The failure of YELLOWJACKET rests squarely on each and every involved member of the SCID.
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You are accessing LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED material. All violations of this classification will lead to amnesticization and termination of employment by the Foundation.
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!NOTICE!
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THIS FILE IS UNAVAILABLE FOR [O5-6] DUE TO CENSURE. DO NOT SHARE THIS FILE WITH THIS USER UNTIL THEIR VIEWING CLEARANCE IS REAPPROVED.
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RESTRICTED LEVEL FIVE CLASSIFICATION
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ITEM #
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SCP-5487
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OBJECT CLASS
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Safe
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SCP-5487 ("Cardocran").
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
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The entirety of the internally-visible SCP-5487 stores are to be kept in special storage at Site-989. Two kilograms of 5487 are to be offloaded whenever appropriate to SCID Miami under Provision 57.M-B and 93.
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SCID Miami is to be used to insure the Foundation's dominance in the market for SCP-5487.
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Under O5 order, an additional five hundred kilograms are to be dispersed through secure channels to acquire express profits.
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The chemical team in charge of SCP-5487 disposal is to reconstitute any inconsistencies with third-party-created 5487 and redistribute it through the above network.
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Provisions to hospitals for SCP-5487 medical use is not in consideration at this time.
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DESCRIPTION
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SCP-5487 is the designation for the anomalous stimulant drug called "Cardocran", often nicknamed "Cardo". While SCP-5487 acts similarly to cocaine, its anomalous properties occur on its effect as a triple reuptake inhibitor (TRI): it approximately triples its efficiency while also removing its dependency issues on its subject.
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While SCP-5487 can be used as an alternative to cocaine, cocaine cannot be used as an alternative to 5487.
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5487 is unable to be created without anomalous technology. Currently, the Foundation is the only major producer of SCP-5487.
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ITEM HISTORY
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Early chemical base of SCP-5487.
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+An early prototype of SCP-5487 was discovered after a project to improve medical cocaine via SCP-914 adjustment. Foundation personnel eventually stabilized the most flagrant side-effects of the 5487 prototypes and codified them into the final SCP-5487 drug.
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Following the lead of PENTAGRAM in drug-related offerings, the Foundation dispersed the process of making 5487 to certain anomalous groups with the intention of receiving payments on its licensing. After enough money was circulated through this process to support the Foundation's own 5487 production cycle, the Special Crimes Investigative Division (SCID) in Miami was employed to unknowingly remove most major competitors.
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Despite a recent altercation over SCP-5487 involving the FBIUIU, SCID, and MPD-Vice, the major 5487 operation was not affected. Fault was placed on Foundation Liaison Mike Haskell and SCID Lieutenant Jaimie Hernandez, who were later terminated. Internal Agent Peters has been commended for his service in quickly bringing the affair to a close.
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The 5487 operation will continue as long as it is profitable for the Foundation to do so.
…and the thing that stepped forth from the smoke of that dreadful place opened its mouth unto the sky and began to sing its song of ruin and death.
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- Excerpt from forever I fall by Thomas Harding
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Special Containment Procedures
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+SCP-5501 is contained within a full blackout containment vault at Provisional Site-166 along with all known instances of SCP-5501-1. This vault is suspended, via high-tension cables, in the center of a 120m diameter spherical cavity carved into the bedrock beneath Charleston, Nevada. It is of the utmost importance that no light in any spectrum be allowed to penetrate into this cavity.
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At no point should any personnel enter the containment chamber surrounding SCP-5501. In the event of unauthorized access to the exclusion zone surrounding the facility, site security has been authorized to immediately respond with deadly force, up to and including initiation of Protocol Alpha Black.
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Due to the highly volatile nature of SCP-5501, STF Tau-6 ("Those with No Name") has been created with the sole focus of keeping SCP-5501 and SCP-5501-1 instances contained. As such, Tau-6 Command has been pre-authorized to initiate Protocol Alpha Black without additional notice.
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All records of the events of the 1864 Massacre at Seven Pines have been removed from all official and published documentation. An ongoing disinformation campaign to discredit any remaining references has been largely successful.
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All testing into the nature of SCP-5501's anomalous properties has been permanently suspended under 05-Overseer Directive 5501.ORD.01.
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This will not be rescinded.
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Description
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T. Harding with non-anomalous camera. c. 1860, Philadelphia, PA
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SCP-5501 is a bellows-type "wet plate" camera that belonged to Thomas A. Harding, a once-prominent photographer in the years leading up to the American Civil War. The case shows significant signs of wear of the kind expected to be found on cameras of this type utilized during the war.
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The camera differs significantly from all other known types of similar cameras in that the bulky lens housing is encased in thin strips of a previously unknown beryllium bronze alloy completely fused to the wooden structure of the housing and lens casing. The wood itself appears to be fashioned out of a single continuous piece, showing no seams or signs of adhesion.
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At the top of the housing is a small slot for the introduction of the plates utilized to capture images. These plates are also of an unknown alloy, but due to the nature of the content stored on the plates, it is impossible to ascertain their exact composition.
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There are patches of heavy staining along the front and right side of the camera's housing. Spectral analysis of collected samples indicate that this staining is from a fluid similar to human blood, but containing various enzyme indicators that corresponds with no known phenotypes or haplogroups. Of additional note, the blood carries certain markers which indicate the presence of variegate porphyria.1
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SCP-5501-1 collectively refers to 18 individual photographs taken by SCP-5501. These plates resemble those made utilizing a process known as "collodion wet plate photography".
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Attached Addenda
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Discovery
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+SCP-5501 and SCP-5501-1 were recovered in the aftermath of an incident that occurred during the decommissioning of the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in May, 1994. An unmarked containment cell had been located in one of the Asylum's sub-basements. Upon examination, SCP-5501, a lock-box containing SCP-5501-1, and several journals were discovered along with the corpse of an unnamed individual later identified in Asylum documentation as Patient 65-2953 - T. Harding.
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Incident Video Log Transcript
+Date: 1994/05/03 @ 21:02
+Action Team: MTF Omega-88 ("The Oathkeepers")2, MTF Sigma-66 ("Steel Veil")3
+Operational directive: Contain outbreak & control information leakage
+Team Lead(s): Dir. Ruslav Diaghilev; Lt. Maj. George Hartfield; Lt. Maj. Elia Montserrat
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Foreward:The outbreak at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum has been ongoing for approximately 9 hours, and remains localized to the facility. Due to the decommissioning of the Asylum, the majority of the facility has been abandoned and is only a limited risk of information leakage. Foundation assets on-site have cordoned off the area, and initial cover story Epsilon Omicron 5 ("Gas Leak") has been disseminated to local law enforcement.
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Omega-88 has been selected due to their expertise in dealing with alchemical anomalies. They have been directed to enter Trans-Allegheny & attempt to contain the outbreak, with Sigma-66 standing by in external support.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<Both MTF teams have assembled in front of the asylum, standing a little apart from each other. Dir. Diaghilev steps to the fore and turns to face them. Camera feed is from the point of view of Maj. Hartfield.>
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Diaghilev: Ladies and gentlemen. We are facing what might be a full incursion into our world by forces that are utilizing alchemical processes. As such, Sigma-66 will remain outside unless their aid is absolutely necessary. Major Montserrat, your primary responsibility should be the safety and security of the surrounding civilians. Is that clear?
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Montserrat: Yes, sir.
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Diaghilev:Otlichno. Hartfield, stay close. I will do what I can to nullify the effects of-
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<Diaghilev is interrupted by the sound of shattering glass and an extended shriek as someone plummets from the top floor to slam into the ground not far from the assembled teams. Both teams react, crouching to a guard position, weapons raised. After a few moments of stillness, Montserrat directs one of her subordinates to examine the victim.>
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Hartfield: So, I guess they know we are here.
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Diaghilev: That would be a safe assumption, Major. They knew when I stepped out of the helicopter.
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<The agent sent to examine the victim returns shaking his head and says something to Montserrat that is out of audio pickup range.>
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Montserrat: Be careful in there, gentlemen. We'll keep a lid on things out here.
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<Omega-88 moves up the steps to the door, where they stand to the side as Diaghilev steps forward to lightly place his fingertips against the wood. After a few moments, he nods to Hartfield as he steps aside. Hartfield steps up and pushes the door open, stepping aside to allow three of his team to enter. Diaghilev follows, with Hartfield and the remainder of Omega-88 following after.>
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Harris: Fucking Christ…
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Hartfield: Stow it, Harris. Walker & Reid, take point. Harris, Gaudreau, & Barnes with me. Welles & Izraz, you're with the Director.
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<The camera pans around the room as Hartfield steps further into the lobby. Arrayed along both walls of the entrance hall are the crucified remains of 16 members of the hospital staff. Each of them have been stripped naked, blinded, and have had their tongues nailed to the center of their forehead.>
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Gaudreau: What the fuck? Anyone got any ideas about the tongue thing?
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Hartfield: Director, what are we dealing with?
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<Diaghilev crosses over to the nearest of the crucified staff members, then almost immediately recoils as the person suddenly groans and flexes feebly.>
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Diaghilev:Kakogo chyorta! Major, they are all still alive.
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<He steps forward again, this time placing the tips of his fingers against the victim's forehead, to either side of the attached appendage. After a few moments, he steps away in disgust.>
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Diaghilev: Even if I could do something for so many, this one is already far too gone for it to matter. They did all this to themselves.
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<He closes his eyes and draws forth his crozier into his right hand. He begins to mutter something in an incomprehensible language, and all of the crucified staff sag into their restraints.>
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Diaghilev: Major, please. Give to them usypleniye. I have taken their pain for the moment.
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[Several minutes omitted for brevity]
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Hartfield: Point, go. Director, reports indicate that the outbreak should be down there, in the sub-basement. Some unmarked cell.
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<The camera angle shifts towards the dark opening to a stairwell leading down. The lights in this area have all completely failed, and the area is lit with dim torso lamps and the tactical lights mounted on the agents' weapons.
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Agents Walker & Reid take point and head down the stairs, quickly disappearing from view.>
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Hartfield: <After two minutes of silence> Point team, report.
<Hartfield steps forward and slowly descends into the darkness. After 18 steps, the stairwell makes an abrupt turn and descends another 18 steps to end in what looks like a doorway opening into large open room.>
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Hartfield: Director, I'm about to leave the stairwell. I will give the all clear when- Harris! Step back!
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<The view swings sharply around, the dim torso lamp illuminating the face of Agent Harris, a glazed look in his eyes as he pushes past Hartfield and walks woodenly down into the room.>
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Harris: Can't you hear it, Major? Someone's callin' fa' help. S'gotta be th'others.
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Hartfield: Damnit, Harris. I said step back!
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<Hartfield attempts to grab Agent Harris, but the agent wriggles free and walks out into the room, disappearing from view.>
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Diaghilev: Major, there is tremendous energy emanating from below you. I'm coming down, your team isn't equipped for this.
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<Hartfield curses, then steps to the side as Diaghilev brushes past him on the stairwell. After a few heartbeats, he follows out into the room>
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[END LOG]
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[The remainder of the video log has been expunged due to a virulent visual hazard.]
The room at the bottom of the stairwell had been a large storage area, though what it was before that I am uncertain. What is obvious is that in the clearing out of the room, hospital staff found an unmarked containment cell which had apparently been sealed shut some time ago.
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The door had obviously been forced open, and the room beyond showed signs of having been disturbed. Inside lay the remains of some poor soul that had obviously been alive when they had been sealed into the room. I can only imagine what horrible crime they must have committed in order to be subjected to immurement, but I would rather not.
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Whoever sealed that person in had also sealed in an ancient camera along with a lock box full of plates presumably taken by that camera. The plates are what I have determined to be the source of the outbreak. At some point during their investigation, someone opened the lock box and exposed the plates inside to the light.
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The images captured on those plates are not of this world, and yet are. It is my guess that the creator of this camera devised a way to create a sort of double exposure, capturing an image of something in this world, overlaid by an image of that terrible city we know as Alagadda. This is not the worst of it, I fear.
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As the plates are exposed to light, they continue to develop, and the image of Alagadda draws ever clearer. This has the result of radically thinning the barrier between that world and our own, causing portions of our reality to become subsumed by portions of the other.
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I fear that I am uncertain as to how far this has progressed, but of what I am certain is that these plates must never be allowed to fully develop. Doing so would allow free travel between this world and that. It is bad enough that the occasional visitor from that vile place finds their way here, but if the Ambassador were to step over into this world? I know not what calamity would befall us.
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It was in clearing this room that I lost the majority of the Oathkeepers that were sent with me. I regret their loss, I should have realized the nature of the incursion before I allowed them to head down without my direct intervention. The responsibility for their loss lies squarely upon myself. Major Hartfield did everything he could to save them, but the wards that failed to safeguard their minds were my own.
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What is clear is that you should look not to the College for a savior. The consequences of the Great Seal are such that, and it pains me to admit this, my colleagues and I are no longer up to the task of safeguarding our world from this evil in addition to the greater one we have locked away.
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-Ruslav Diaghilev,
+Director, The Foundation Alchemy Department
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Despite the loss of the MTF Omega-88 team sent with him, Director Diaghilev was able to secure SCP-5501 & SCP-5501-1. At his request, Provisional Site-166 was set up underneath Charleston, Nevada, a census-designated ghost town.
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Additionally, Protocol Alpha Black was created and instituted throughout all Foundation assets, and Special Task Force Tau-6 ("Those with No Name") was created and assigned exclusively to safeguard SCP-5501 & SCP-5501-1.
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Historical Documentation
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Journal recovered with SCP-5501
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According to records recovered from the US National Archives, Thomas Albert Harding was employed by Andrew Gardner in November of 1861, and was subsequently sent as a battlefield photographer to the Army of the Potomac under General George McClellan.
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Originally assigned to photograph the aftermath of several significant battlefields, Harding was eventually transferred to the hospital staff of the Army of the Potomac and spent the remainder of his time principally cataloging wounded and dying service men. It is during this time that Harding came into contact with Dr. Franz von Leiber, supposedly4 a surgeon assigned to the Medical Corps general staff.
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According to the recovered journal of Thomas Harding, the two of them became close colleagues and worked together in Harding's effort to catalog the ongoing conflict.
September 19, 1862 -
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+As the rebs pushed to Antietam, I thought we were done for. I'd never seen the general so down onto himself, pacing his tent like a man possessed of some evil spirit. I could tell that choosing not to support Pope at Bull Run really weyed heavily upon the man, and I am gladdened that such decisions do not fall to one such as I.
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+Even so, Antietam changed much about the shape of this conflict. Lee escaped retribution, and for two dayes we chased stragglers from his armies. The toll at Antietam was tremendous, and Gardner sent me to the tents to capture the struggle of the medics and surgeons as they laboured to save the wounded and the dying. Never have I seen such suffering, and I fear that the things that I saw will forever plague my dreams.
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+I came upon a surgeon, Dr. von Leiber. He had a curious way about him, as he walked through the tents, gore spatter'd. He would stop at a patient and would touch him at various places about his body, head, chest, stomach, groin, foot. He did not seem to mind the injuries, it was as if he was looking for something else.
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+I took several plates of him at work, and Gardner liked them a great deal. He went to McClellan and had me permanently transferred to the tents. Wants me to keep capturing the "valiant struggle of man and surgeon" to keep our men active and protecting our waye of life. He was quite adamant, despite my distaste at being surrounded so by such unpleasant truths.
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+I guess we must all accept such things in this daye. War, itself, is unpleasant.
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+The aftermath of Antietam still haunts us. We still founde a multitude of the dead and dying all throughout the lands, and we could save only a fewe. Dr. von Leiber has been a constaint boone companion through these troubled tyms, and I have more than once thanked him deeply for his conversation. We both lay worke ourselves to thee bone each daye, only to lye awake in the night, unable to sleep for the dreams.
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+von Leiber speakes of mysteries, things beyond my kin, tho i am a man of learning. Never afore had i heard such things from tutor or teacher, and i am intrigued. He speakes of "rubedo", and the power of the blood, as if 'twere more than just the vitae of our life, the humerous follyes(?) and that the strength I feare i know little of such things. i shall endeavour to speak more to him of such on the morrow.
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The journal continues for several weeks, with Harding begining to view von Leiber as more and more of a mentor & trusted confidant. At first, Harding merely shows mild curiosity at the lessons von Leiber attempts to teach, but the disastrous events of First Fredricksberg clearly had a traumatic effect on Harding's mental state, and this break is clearly evident in the style and nature of the remainder of the journal entries.
December 16, 1862 -
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+i know not what was in that foole Burnside's head.
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+i was with the Right Grand Division, an' we had to fight our waye over the river, cros'ng with naught but a leaky boat 'neath our feete. 'twas nearly a massacre if not fore the brayve fooles of Col. Hall. they went 'cross in pontoons, 'n nearlye died to the guns of the reb sharpshooters.
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+'n that 'twas only the beginning.
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+when we got to the other side, 'twas a massacre, 'n the soldyers were more like animals then men. i feare i shall carry the shaym of what i saw until i carry no more.
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+three days ago, 'twas bitt'rly colde, an the fog clung to us so we could barely see ourselves. to fight under such was disastrous, and still we marched. Burnside ordered an attack on Marye's Heights, 'n 'twas trully a massacre then.
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+so much blood, 'n it got worse. so many wound'd 'n left 'pon the field. when that reb taught us mercye, von Leiber an' i went to the field. death surround'd us. 'pon all sides. i shook, but i captured much.
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+'twas on the night of the 14th, that i witness'd the Miracle. von Leiber was 'xhausted, but 'twas filled with a mania that i right understood. so many lay afield, an' there wasn't anything to do.
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+but he knewe. an' he did… something. he walked out onto the field, 'an he did unspeakable things. i swear t'it, he was not alown, but there with him, as he moved, 'twas a figure. wrapp'd all about in fabric, thin unto skeletal, with long'd fingers that 'twoud trail through the blood 'n the dyin'.
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+it touch'd the bodyes, as von Leiber had done afore, 'n the bodyes respon'd. they moved throu' the dying, an' left behind the dead. gave 'em mercye, not like our own'd done. not like Burnside'd let.
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+was murder, sendin' us to the Heights. murder. what von Leiber did was mercye.
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+an' the skye SHONE. fire in the skye like a beacon, dancin' with green, a pyre fore the dead.
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Aftermath of the Battle of Marye Heights. c. 1862, Fredericksburg, VA
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From the entries after, it becomes clear that Harding began to take a much more ardent approach to the instruction given to him by von Leiber. The majority of the journal is filled with illegible notes on the lessons given by von Leiber, as well as lengthy diatribes about death and Harding's growing fascination with the subject.
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In the early summer of 1864, the notations in Harding's journal become significantly clearer, and all seem to focus upon the completion of an "apparatus" that he had been constructing under the tutelage of von Leiber.
June 24, 1864 -
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+at last! the apparatus has been complet'd! von Leiber has been instrumental in allowing fore this dreem to com into being. without his guyd'nce, such a feate woulde not have been possible. i am forever in his debt.
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+he telles me that a "great sacrifice" must be completed in order for the device to truly function. He has a plan to create such a thing, and even nowe, i have only just return'd from my meeting with Pleasants5 about devising a tactik that will end this stalemayt, but also will empower my apparatus! he will take credit, of course, but i care not, for i must be prepayred for other things.
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July 29, 1864 -
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+all is in readyness. on the morrow, the works under Elliott's Salient have been dug. fore the past six nights, i have slept little, as von Leiber and i have traversed the darkness underneathe to draw the glyphes in the loam and dirt. eache of the supports and all the barrels of powder have beene mark'd with the Script, and all lies readye.
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+the colored regiment should know to march around, but the whites in their hubris have not bothered to train. it only tooke pointing out to that pompous burnside that the colored needed training, whereas his whites would not. i have no regrets in what i am sure will be a bloodye daye, for 'twill bee forgotten in the aftermath of my great worke!
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+tomorrow shall see both the fall of the enemye's defenses, and the rise of my most glorious greate worke and forever i shall6
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+On July 30th, 1864, the Union Army detonated a massive amount of explosive material that had been placed in a shaft dug underneath the Confederate fort known as Eliott's Salient. The ensuing explosion resulted in a large number of Confederate casualties and the creation of a significant breach in the east flank of the defenses outside of Petersburg.
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A last-minute diversion in the order of battle saw that the regiment of US Colored Troops under the command of Brig. Gen. Edward Ferrero were replaced with the untrained 1st Division under Brig. Gen. James H. Ledlie. This catastrophic decision led to the loss of a majority of Ledlie's men as they marched straight into the crater created by the explosion and were ill-equipped to scale the other side.
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Confederate sharpshooters were able to successfully pin down the majority of the 1st Division long enough for reinforcements to arrive and slaughter both the 1st Division and the forces sent in to support them. General Ulysses Grant would later write about the engagement, saying "It was the saddest affair I have witnessed in the war."7
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The aftermath of the Battle of the Crater and the Siege of Petersburg is accounted elsewhere. T. Harding was listed as a casualty of the conflict and his name was printed in a catalog of the missing in a report from General Grant to the US Congress on August 16, 1864.
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On August 14, 1864, during the battle of Second Deep Bottom, a small detachment of cavalry under the command of Brig. Gen. David McMurtrie Gregg was sent to secure the railroad station at Fair Oaks. They never arrived, as they were attacked by "unknown forces" in what was recorded as the Massacre at Seven Pines.
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All records of this event were purged due to the intervention of operatives from the American Secure Containment Initiative, a precursor organization to the Foundation.
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American Secure Containment Initiative Document, circa 1865
ASCI Protocols for Containment: Phenomenon 65-2953 must be secured at all times with a physical restraint garment commonly referred to as a straightjacket. It is currently housed at the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, where it shall be immured until deceased. Under no circumstances shall 65-2953 be allowed access to 65-2953A or the associated photographic plates.
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All active information concerning Phenomenon 65-2953 is to be contained in a safe-box stored at the Warden’s office, along with all other discovered intelligence concerning the phenomenon, as per the directive noted below.
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Description: Phenomenon 65-2953 is a white male, approximately 39 years of age, once known as Thomas A. Harding. The extensive madness brought on by the trauma of the war have left this Phenomenon with little coherency.
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Nota Bene: Phenomenon 65-2953 was apprehended after the events of the Massacre at Seven Pines, during which it utilized 2953A to take a series of photographs of inhuman slaughter perpetuated by an unknown entity. These photographs have been stored in a locked case, and they are not to be reviewed under any circumstance.
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Disciplinary History: On September 13, 1865, after being subject to immurement for a period of 367 days, Phenomenon 65-2953 vocalized a series of statements in an unknown language in apparent conversation with an unobserved entity. After several minutes of this, it lapsed into silence for approximately 34 minutes, then it began shrieking incoherently that it had been abandoned by a "Doctor von Leiber". These vocalizations ceased abruptly after approximately 22 minutes. An hour later, Phenomenon 65-2953 was declared deceased.
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As per direct order from General Grant, Phenomenon 65-2953 and all related documentation will be sealed in situ, where they will remain until forgotten.
+By Order of the
+O5 Overseers Council
+and in agreement with
+The United Nations
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In the event of an uncontrolled containment breach, the commanding officer of STF Tau-6 ("Those with No Name"), or any surviving member, is pre-authorized to detonate the on-site nuclear device with no additional notice.
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Upon detonation of this device, all Foundation sites will be immediately placed under Condition Alpha Black ("Imminent Breach-of-Veil"), and all assets will be notified to prepare for the imminent onset of a HK-class Deific Subjugation Scenario.
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Under Condition Alpha Black, the SCP Foundation is authorized to assume immediate control of all available military assets, regardless of prior disposition, and proceed to assume a war footing in preparation for an imminent incursion into the Prime Reality of hostile outside forces.
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It is understood that this will likely only serve as a delaying tactic, as there are currently no known ways to effectively combat an intrusion by Alagaddan assets into our reality.
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May the gods have mercy on us all, for we have failed utterly.
Secure Containment Procedures:New Procedures following the escape of D-7372: SCP-5553 remains uncontained at this time. However, Foundation personnel with Special Clearance PSM-1 are required to engage with SCP-5553 regularly each day from a non-Foundation personal computer, and file reports with External Affairs Team Sierra-611 in order to refer useful information obtained from SCP-5553 to local law enforcement agencies.
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Description: SCP-5553 is a social media networking site called JACK, accessible from url https://jack.███. Its features include status posting, photo sharing, a news feed, public and private commenting, and direct private messaging. This site is only accessible to people who have committed serial murder of at least 3 victims.
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Persons who are not eligible to view site content are exposed to an infohazard that causes confusion and memory loss related to the contents of the web page. In approximately 5% of cases, this effect is more severe, causing nearly-instantanious quadriplegia, intense pain, and subject death within 10 minutes, after which the device connected to SCP-5553 disconnects and shuts down. Premature shutdown of the device does not mitigate the lethal effect of the infohazard.
Invitations to join the site are sent via email to users with internet access who meet the above condition (Designated PSM-0). These emails are routed from the above (invalid) .███ domain but are otherwise non-anomalous.
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Upon joining the site, PSM-0 users are allowed to utilize the site features. They can create a user profile under a pseudonym—or their real name if they so choose—and join discussion forums. These forums cover many topics related to homicide and other off-topic subject-matter. Several of these forums cater to specific interests, including support groups for users who want to reform or repent for past actions, and advice boards dedicated to sharing tips, tricks, and strategies to perform murders without being caught. The most popular board, the "Showcase", allows users to have their own individual page to act as a portfolio of past murders performed.
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According to the site's "about" page, it was launched in 1999 by an entity under the pseudonym Moriarity. Reviews of ICANN1 records have produced no evidence of such a domain being registered, as .███ is not a valid top-level domain. An attempt to force ICANN to create the .███ domain for Foundation use is in progress.
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An example of the news feed is reproduced below with the aid of a graphic artist.
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☰ MENU
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◉ ChuckChuck
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Dan Bontelli shared:
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◉ Narbelscot
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Can't fucking take this. I'm sitting here. it's been months and they haven't found her, they've called off the search and everything, and I still can't sleep. This happens every time. It doesn't matter how careful I am, I am always afraid I'm going to get caught.
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◉ Amber Clouse
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◉ NoNotYou
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◎ Searching_
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Does anyone ever get over this? How do you all deal with it? + - Score: +4
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My profile
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◎ DeadNotSleeping
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Arganaut Replied:
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RendInTwo
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◎ Magnum-opus4
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Stop being a pussy. + - Score: +11
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User Since: 2008
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◎ Fear_in_her_eyes
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Mederoid Replied:
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Posts:210
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◎ Unterground
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We all deal with it differently. Message me if you need. + - Score: +9
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Arglefraster posted to Weekend Activities
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It had to be done. It was the way he looked at me. it wasn't acceptable. he should have known better. he should have thought more carefully. But it's too late now, and what I have to show for it are these photographs, which … [read more]
Testing was performed with D-7372, who was convicted of six homicides he performed over four years while working as a stockbroker. When the matter of SCP-5553 was discussed with D-7372 by a Foundation operative posing as D-Class personnel, D-7372 admitted he had an account before his incarceration. D-7372 was transferred to Site-651 and interviewed by Foundation staff, D-7372 agreed to aid Foundation researchers in providing information about the contents of SCP-5553.
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Testing log #1: News Feed
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D-7372 is provided a laptop with restricted internet access, and is seated across a desk from Dr. Holt, a Foundation researcher. D-7372 is instructed to read through various items on his news feed. A short excerpt is included below.
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Canada_Never shared:
+It's been 10 years, guys. I haven't done it again, but I've wanted to. I still hurt. I want it to stop. + - Score: +13
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Adam Kepernickel posted to Support
+Planning for friday. Can I livestream to this site? + - Score: +21
+OOMoriarity Replied:
+OOYes. + - Score: +54
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Rutherford_Hates Updated his Showcase with a new entry. + - Score: +51
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Information is recovered from the profile of user Adam Kepernickel and referred to external affairs; subject was apprehended by local law enforcement during an attempted murder.
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Testing log 2: Posting to the News Feed
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D-7372 is instructed to make a innocuous post on the forum and report back the replies after an hour.
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RendInTwo posted to Life Updates
+Hey, I got internet access on good behavior. Should be seeing outside in 15 to 20. Anything new in your part of the world? + - Score: +4
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+OOKazimir Replied:
+OOMore paintings. Know you're not alone in your cell, brother. + - Score: +1
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+OOAPerfectCure Replied:
+OOBravo! Good to have you back with us. + - Score: +3
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+OOHavok MacBrae Replied:
+OOOooh. got caught. Not good, bro. Sucks to be you.+ - Score: -3
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+OOMoriarity Replied:
+OOHow are things on the inside? + - Score: +2
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Test is concluded.
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Testing log 3: Moriarity
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D-7372 receives a private message from Moriarity. D-7372 states he has never spoken to Moriarity before. D-7372 is authorized to interact with Morarity and respond as instructed, while relaying the responses. The conversation as reported by D-7372 is as follows:
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Moriarity
+You were relatively active until recently. I was worried something had happened.
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RendInTwo
+I got in trouble and had internet priviliges taken away.
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Moriarity
+That's a shame. You were so good at supporting people wanting to reform.
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RendInTwo
+Well, I don't want them to end up like me. But hey, why are you reaching out to me personally? I'm nobody.
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Moriarity
+I don't think you're nobody. You're one of us. We need to look out for, and support, each other.
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RendInTwo
+What other support can you provide?
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According to D-7372, Moriarity does not respond for about 20 minutes. Test is concluded.
72 hours after the end of the last test with D-7372, Site-651 suffered what appeared to be a non-anomalous security breach. D-7372, utilizing previously-unknown knowledge of Foundation security protocols, exited his holding cell, killed two Foundation personnel and successfully passed through 3 security checkpoints with unanticipated precision before escaping into the desert.
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An investigation into the escape revealed several security flaws in both personnel and software protocols which were quickly remedied.
PSM-1-F was given access to screen recordings of D-7372's sessions interacting with SCP-5553. PSM-1-F reported that D-7372 had not been accurate or honest in the contents of the conversations with Moriarity. PSM-1-F reports the following conversation took place.
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Moriarity
+I know where you are. I know who's holding you. It's alright, I'm here to help you. Tell them I said you were active until recently and was worried about your well-being. Ask them if you are allowed to converse with me. They will likely say yes, as it will be an opportunity for them to get information, and that tends to blind their common sense sometimes.
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RendInTwo
+I got in trouble and had internet priviliges taken away.
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Moriarity
+Good, you're back. I have spent the last day getting information for you. Let me know when you're ready. In the meantime, let them know that I replied with something polite, and that you were actively wanting people to reform. They don't need to know your real post history. Lol
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RendInTwo
+Well, I don't want them to end up like me. But hey, why are you reaching out to me personally? I'm nobody.
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Moriarity
+So we're clear: I am not doing this for free. You will work for me until the day you die. But you're going to be a free man, so there's that. Ready? Tell them I said something nice and polite.
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RendInTwo
+What other support can you provide?
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At this point, Moriarity spent fifteen minutes explaining an intricate plan of escape utilizing classified documents and schematics, until the test ended.
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At the time of this writing, PSM-1 users report that D-7372's account is again actively posting.
Today PSM-1-C reported a brief exchange on SCP-5553 with Moriarity. PSM-1-C's username below is "Goldfather".
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FalsePr0fit posted to Life Updates
+Fuck. Got up to use the bathroom, wife peeked at my coputer, had a siezure and died. + - Score: +0
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+OOMoriarity Replied:
+OOAh, tough luck there, chum. + - Score: +1
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+OOGoldfather Replied:
+OOHey @Moriarity, why does it kill people sometimes? Isn't the confusion enough?. + - Score: +1
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+OOMoriarity Replied:
+OO@Goldfatherhttps://jack.███/Moriarity/Showcase+ - Score: +13
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+Due to the immobile nature of SCP-5621, the pool complex at Calvin University is marked as closed at this time. The entrance to basement level is to be locked at all times. Foundation agents are to be inserted into the University security staff in order to ensure that no unauthorized personnel attempt to access SCP-5621. Students or faculty who become too curious should be dissuaded with Class-F amnestics.
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See [Addendum 1 - Containment Record]
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Description
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+SCP-5621 is an anomalous alchemic imprint occurring at Calvin University in Grand Rapids, Michigan. SCP-5621 is imprinted upon the swimming pool within the Ed Taylor gym complex.
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With some regular frequency, SCP-5621 will cause the water within the pool to be unable to break surface tension through anomalous alchemic means. This effect can occur at any time.
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See [Addendum 2 - Alchemic Report on Aetheric Entity].
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SCP-5621 has been observed to exhibit this behavior almost exclusively when at least one human is within the pool. Invariably, this phenomenon has led to the death of the subject, without extreme precautions such as those taken during testing procedures. At least six deaths have been recorded at this time due to SCP-5621, with several others suspected to involve SCP-5621.
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Draining the water which SCP-5621 inhabits does not remove the effect.
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See [Addendum 3 - Testing and Observation Log].
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SCP-5621 is believed to be the remaining consciousness of █████ ████████ (hereafter referred to as SCP-5621-1) who was a student at Calvin University from 2015 to 2017. SCP-5621-1 was a third-string member of the collegiate swim team. SCP-5621-1 died due to drowning in 2017, which was deemed an accident by local authorities.
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Foundation investigations can be found in [Addendum 4 - Investigation Log].
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Attached Addenda
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Addendum 1 - Containment Log
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SCP-5621 was first brought to the Foundation’s attention when a routine scan of local news and blog posts discovered a significant uptick in the number of deaths due to drowning at Calvin University’s Pool.
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Foundation agents were dispatched to investigate. Please see attached transcript of an interview in which Foundation agents witnessed SCP-5621’s anomalous effect firsthand.
Interviewers: Agent Sam Denton, Agent Jim McDowell
+Interviewee: ███████ Chambers, a student at Calvin University.
+Transcription is provided by a combination of security footage, and recording devices on the agents.
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BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION
+Chambers was floating on the edge of the pool, holding on to the edge.
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Agent Denton: To be clear, this was one of the members of the swim team, not some random student?
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Chambers: Yeah, Nick was a really good guy. He was the best on the team, no one really expected him to drown.
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Agent McDowell: Was he alone at the time?
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Chambers: I’m not sure, I think they found him…well, floating in the pool the next morning. I think swim team members get access to the pool 24/7 or something.
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Agent McDowell: And you’re sure that there was no one there? This couldn’t have been foul play?
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Chambers: I really doubt it. No one’s a saint, but most people liked Nick. Huge jock, but he was part of the chapter of ACM too. Had friends among just about everyone on campus.
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Agent Denton: Anything else you can think of that would give us a clue what happened?
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Chambers thinks for a minute, then shakes his head.
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Chambers: Sorry, officer….?
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Agent Denton: Agent Holly. Thanks for your time, Mr. Chambers. Have a good swim.
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Chambers detaches from the wall and resumes swimming laps while the two agents converse.
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Agent McDowell: I dunno, Sam. This feels weird. I’m pretty sure this is just straight up murder or something.
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Agent Denton: Seems that way. Nothing really indicates something anomalous. I guess we’re hopping the next train out of—
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Both agents look down at their hands, where they wear Foundation-issue Thaumic/Aetheroglyph rings, which begin vibrating.
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Both agents look out over the pool. Chambers can be seen thrashing in the far end of the pool, the water stretching around his mouth which is stretched towards the surface of the water. The surface tension stretches but does not break.
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Agent McDowell: Sam!
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Agent Denton: I’m on it!
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Agent Denton jumps off of the edge of the pool, and towards the water. He lands with an audible thud, and slides across the surface of the water, as if it were ice. He orients himself for a moment, before scrambling over to where Chambers is panicking.
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Agent Denton claws at the surface of the water ineffectually. Chambers drowns seventeen seconds later.
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End Transcription
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Following this incident, Foundation agents within Calvin University had SCP-5621 declared off-limits, and sealed the area entirely.
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A sizable donation was made under the Salvation Crisis Protectorate corporate umbrella, to facilitate a new pool facility.
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Foundation agents monitored the new facility for any sign of SCP-5621 contamination, but at this time it appears localized to SCP-5621 itself. Agents Denton and McDowell stayed on-site for several weeks until a permanent Foundation security presence could be established.
Prepared by the Department of Science - Alchemy Division
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Reporter: Arturo Genuomo
+Position: Journeyman Alchemist - Seventh Circle
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SCP-5621 was presented to the Department of Alchemy for study on 14/07/2017.
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With the assistance of several other esteemed colleagues, we have determined that SCP-5621 is most likely the latent aetheric remains of SCP-5621-1. The specific form this anomaly takes is consistent with several other aetheric imprints observed throughout the world. (See Document-ALC-2521 and Document-ALC-1777 for examples).
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In layman's terms, SCP-5621 is a "ghost" left upon an object. In this case, SCP-5621. Director Diaghilev concurs with my assessment that SCP-5621-1 was a latent alchemic talent who had not received the proper training to harness his abilities. It would also explain his talent for swimming, as SCP-5621-1 was most likely an aequeous affinity.
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Several alchemic reductions and rituals were attempted to establish contact with SCP-5621-1 within SCP-5621; however, it appears that SCP-5621 is merely an imprint of SCP-5621-1, lacking any cogent personality.
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Its apparent malice would have to be explained through more terrestrial investigations. Entities like this generally appear malefic if the circumstances of their death are violent or premature.
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Our suggested course of action would be to identify the cause of death of SCP-5621-1 and ensure they are not also the cause of SCP-5621's anomaly.
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Signed: Arturo Genuomo
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Addendum 3 - Testing Log
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Following the incident within Addendum 1, testing of SCP-5621's anomaly was undertaken with extreme precautions.
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Foundation divers entered SCP-5621 to conduct tests, both with bottled oxygen and emergency air lines in case of prolonged anomalous activity.
Test: Foundation divers enter SCP-5621 in shifts until anomaly presents itself.
+Time to anomalous activity: 27 minutes.
+Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 17 minutes.
+Description: After a duration of one hour, seventeen minutes, SCP-5621's effect ended abruptly and Foundation divers were able to exit SCP-5621. Emergency supplies were not required. Air hoses deemed sufficient, as the surface tension did not preclude their flow. This test was repeated several times to establish a baseline of the anomaly, with an average time to effect of 22 minutes, and an average duration of 1 hour, 7 minutes.
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Test: Foundation divers enter SCP-5621 in shifts until anomaly presents itself. 1500 kg weight dropped from high dive board.
+Time to anomalous activity: 17 minutes.
+Length of anomalous activity: 11 minutes.
+Description: When Foundation divers indicated the effect had begun, a 1500kg weight was dropped from the high dive board on to SCP-5621. The surface of the water buckled significantly, but did not break tension. Duration of effect was observed to be significantly shorter than previous tests.
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Test: D-Class personnel floated on the surface of the water, until anomalous effect presented itself.
+Time to anomalous activity: 1 hour, 11 minutes.
+Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 47 minutes.
+Description: D-74810 was instructed to sit in a Foundation provided flotation device, which left her suspended at the waist within SCP-5621. Foundation divers indicated that SCP-5621's effect had begun, and D-74810 did not report any significant effects on her person. She found it mildly difficult to exit SCP-5621, and the water on her clothing appeared to "cling" to her person for several seconds after exiting SCP-5621.
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Test: Water was drained from SCP-5621 and refilled.
+Time to anomalous activity: 51 minutes after refilling SCP-5621
+Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 17 minutes.
+Description: SCP-5621's effect was not diminished in any appreciable way during this test.
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No further testing is considered required at this time, and all requests for approval should be directed to the current Containment Coordinator for SCP-5621.
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Addendum 4 - Investigation Log
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+During the course of containment of SCP-5621, the Foundation undertook a significant investigation, under the advice of Journeyman Genuomo.
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The potential cause of death of SCP-5621-1 was assumed to be foul play based on the Journeyman's report, and as such Agents Denton and McDowell conducted an investigation during the initial containment phases.
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Agents Denton and McDowell collected physical and aetheric evidence over a period of several weeks. After submitting a report to Foundation agents, a suspect was identified based on patterns of entry to the complex, and a combination of electronic and visual surveillance. Michael Stahlmeyer was brought in for questioning in conjunction with SCP-5621-1's death, with Agents Denton and McDowell interviewing.
Interview Purpose: Confirm cause of death; confirm perpetrator for followup observation.
+Interviewer: Agent Sam Denton, Agent Jim McDowell
+Interviewee: Michael Stahlmeyer, Senior at Calvin University
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BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION
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Agent Denton: Good afternoon, Michael. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the death of one of your teammates if you're alright with that?
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Stahlmeyer: I don't like to think about it, but alright.
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Agent Denton: Do you know why so many of your teammates have been drowning in your school pool?
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Stahlmeyer looks visibly uncomfortable.
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Stahlmeyer: Look, college sports are…they're like a giant business these days. There's so much pressure. Maybe they're overworking themselves? Maybe they…cracked.
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Stahlmeyer visibly breaks eye contact with Agent Denton
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Agent Denton: Right. And it doesn't help when one of their teammates kills them, right?
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Stahlmeyer shudders
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Stahlmeyer: Excuse me? Are you implying I had something to do with █████'s death?
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Agent McDowell: Not implying. Accusing, and asserting. You poisoned your teammate with a tiny bit of botulism and GHB, then dumped him in the pool. The drugs burned out of his system before the autopsy.
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Stahlmeyer: Fuck you, man, how fucking dare you!? I want my lawyer, I know my rights.
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Agent McDowell leans across the table
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Agent McDowell: We're not the cops, kid. We're not the feds either. You have no rights with us, and you're not going anywhere until you explain why you did it. I don't know if you realize this, but your bullshit is what's killing all of your friends on the team still.
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Stahlmeyer leans back, shaken
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Stahlmeyer: What?! What the hell are you talking about?
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Agent McDowell: You didn't think it was strange that after you drowned your buddy, everyone started dying?
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Agent Denton: See, Jim and I can't figure it out. He wasn't getting better grades than you. You were ahead of him in every category on the leaderboards. Hell, you were getting laid with half the cheerleading team, so it wasn't a girl. So why?
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Stahlmeyer bursts into tears, and his voice begins to shake
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Stahlmeyer: You don't understand, how much pressure we're under. How hard they push us. There's so much to perform, to get better, to do more.
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Agent Denton: Rrrrright. Yes. But you were ahead of him by a decent amount. He wasn't even on the first string.
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Stahlmeyer: Didn't you see his times when he joined the team? He's getting so much better, so much…faster. In a couple years, he would have been a serious Olympic contender. He would have jeopardized my chances of going to the Olympics.
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Agent McDowell: So let me get this straight. You killed your teammate, and unleashed a highly dangerous anomaly…because you were scared someone might work hard and become as good as, or better than you?
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Stahlmeyer: Anomaly? What? I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but yes, sure, I did it. I admit it. I don't care anymore, I can't handle the fucking guilt, just take me to jail or whatever.
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Agent McDowell scoffs
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Agent McDowell: Kid, we're not the cops. You get to live with the guilt of getting away with murdering your teammate. Have fun with that.
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Stahlmeyer reacts with visible shock.
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Stahlmeyer: Wait, you're just… no, but…
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Agent Denton: Oh, and you get to live with the fact that because of you, six other people are dead. Have fun with the guilt, buddy.
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Both agents leave the room. Stahlmeyer begins sobbing. Foundation agents return Stahlmeyer to the edge of Calvin University's campus several hours later. Targeted amnestics were administered to remove any knowledge of anomalous activity, or the Foundation. Memories of the murder, and knowledge of responsibility of the six murders, were unaffected.
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END TRANSCRIPT
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Following this interview, Michael Stahlmeyer was put under observation for the foreseeable future. No further anomalous activity has been found around him. Observation ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures:
+In conjunction with NASA and GRU-P, the true nature of SCP-5658 is to be concealed by falsification of public records such as incident reports, scientific studies, and research papers. MTF Orion-4 ("Insert Na-em") are to be sent to the moon on manned missions for research and exploration purposes1 under the approval of Site Director Anton Klaus.
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An image of SCP-5658 during activation
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Description:
+On 07/19/1969, an anomalous event occurred with the moon from here on referred to as SCP-5658. During this event, the moon underwent a sudden accumulation of two quadrillion kilograms mass. This extra matter is added to its normal composition of 72 sextillion kilograms. The exterior appearance and dimensions of the anomaly remained unaffected during the event. Approximately sixty minutes after initial activation, the object’s mass reverted to its normal state. The instigation of the sudden accumulation and loss of mass is still unknown. The sudden change of mass disrupted the Earth’s elliptical orbit around the Sun and launched the planet onto a new trajectory.
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Addendum 5658-A Projected Trajectory:
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An illustration of the Projected Path of the Earth after the activation of SCP-5658. Additional video file available HERE
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The position of SCP-5658 during the event is parallel to Earth's orbit, which takes advantage of the planet's inertia thus enabling a weaker pulling force to disrupt the elliptical orbit. The resulting aftermath is a trajectory that relocates both SCP-5658 and the Earth to the outer regions of the Solar System. The change in position will be prominent after roughly 1-2 months. Further travel along the trajectory will generate drastic changes to the global climate, tidal wave activity, and the day-night cycles.
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Addendum 5658-B Prior Incidents:
+During previous American and Russian space missions, Foundation satellite S.A.F.E.Y.2 intercepted various communication signals originating from deep space, outside the Milky Way galaxy. As of writing, successful deciphering of the data has not been done. In addition, it remains unknown whether these signals and phenomena are a result of SCP-5658 or if it is purely coincidental. Below is a table of various space missions and notable subsequent abnormal events due to the speculated partial activation of the anomaly.
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Sputnik 1 (Soviet Space Program)
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9/13/1959
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Yes
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First artificial satellite launched using mundane means.
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5% increase in tidal wave activity in the Pacific Ocean.
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Sputnik 2 (Soviet Space Program)
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10/21/1959
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No
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First living organism in orbit launched using mundane means.
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10% increase in tidal wave activity in the Atlantic Ocean.
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Explorer-1 ABMA (NASA)
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03/02/1960
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Yes
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First satellite for the detection of Van Allen radiation belts using mundane means.
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10% increase in tidal wave activity in all major oceans. Insignificant disturbance to the orbit of satellite S.A.F.E.Y. and satellite T.Y.P.3
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Satellite S.E.P. (SCP Foundation)
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05/25/1965
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Yes
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Satellite for Project Aurora launched using Paratech.
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15% increase in tidal wave activity in the Atlantic Ocean causing flooding in adjacent coastlines. Small decrease in the moon's orbit around the Earth.
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Zond 5 (Soviet Space Program)
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09/16/1968
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Yes
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First terrestrial life to leave Earth orbit and circle the moon.
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Unexpected change of trajectory mid-mission almost leading to a mission failure.
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Addendum 5658-C Major Incident:
+The incident coincidentally occurred during the Apollo 11 moon landing mission. SCP-5658 activated on the final approach of the command module onto its surface.
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Begin Log
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+13:21: The service module of the Apollo craft propels itself into Lunar Orbit Injection and establishes an orbit around the moon. The spacecraft orbits above the lunar surface to survey the area and communicate with mission control.
+13:43: Final preparations and equipment checks are done. Two of the three astronauts move to the lunar module (LM) while the remaining astronaut mans the command module (CM).
+13:50: Landing equipment legs deployed, and the LM separates from the CM. Afterwards, the detached craft will initiate its thrusters after distancing 3.2km from the CM. This will propel the vehicle for Descent Orbit Insertion.
+13:56: Landing craft reignites thrusters to reposition it for landing. Sequentially, it has begun its descent onto the lunar surface.
+13:59: Lunar module is 60 meters from touchdown.
+14:01: Contact with the landing vessel and command control is severed. Contact with the orbiting CM cannot be established either.
+14:15: Contact with the mission crew is still not reestablished. Media coverage of the mission has been interrupted and stopped with the reason of technical difficulties.
+21:32: NASA discloses that an incident occurred in the landing sequence. The crew of the Apollo mission has been presumed dead. The incident has been attributed to a failure in the rocket propulsion devices.
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End Log
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The Foundation has seized all documents and assets from NASA to examine the situation. It is presumed that the SCP-5658 activation is the culprit for the incident causing the mission catastrophe, in addition to abnormal increase in tidal wave activity around the globe flooding many coastlines. At a later date, the Foundation has examined and determined the full extent of SCP-5658 effects. Controlled reactivation of the anomaly is now a top priority.
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Addendum 5658-D Exploration Log #5:
+MTF Orion 4 ("Insert Na-em") has established a lunar outpost to conduct exploration of SCP-5658 to determine its origin and reactivation procedure. Attached is an audio transcript between the conversation of Site Command, Karl Kushner (Orion-4 Beta), and Sherly Garcia (Orion-4 Charlie) during the exploration of lunar cave-3B.
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Begin Log
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+Orion-4 Beta and Orion-4 Charlie are surveying the lunar area and encounter an opening to a cave system.
+Charlie: Hey! I think I found another entrance. Bring over the safety tether and headlights.
+Beta: Roger that.
+Charlie: Command, permission to proceed into the opening?
+Site Command: Permission granted. We need to move quickly.
+Orion-4 Beta accompanies Orion-4 Charlie near the cave opening with cave diving equipment.
+Beta: Safety tether is now secure. You ready to go in now?
+Charlie: Yep, the suit contact is secured. Going in now.
+Site Command: Charlie, what do you see?
+Charlie: An abnormally large cave cavity. About 20 meters wide from what I see. Other than that, a whole lot of nothing.
+Site Command: Do you see the ground below, in the cavity?
+Charlie: Negative. No visuals of the ground, even with my lighting equipment at max.
+Site Command: Affirmative, continue deeper into the cavity. As deep as the tether will allow.
+Orion-4 Charlie continues descent for three more minutes.
+Beta: Almost used up the length of the tether, you should be about 100 meters deep.
+Charlie: Still got no sign of anything much. Still no ground visible either.
+Site Command: Return to the surface and mark the location. We'll be sending in some drones to explore deeper.
+Charlie: Affirmative command.
+Beta: The winch mechanism appears to be struggling. I'll try and help it by pulling the cord manually.
+Beta: Damn, feels like you've gained some weight. How much did you eat before this mission?
+Charlie: Quit joking around and get me out of here!
+Beta: Fine. You should be at 50 meters now.
+Site Command: Return to the outpost afterwards, this cave looks promising.
+Beta: Affirmative, command.
+Radio static occupies the communication line.
+Site Command: Is Charlie on the surface now?
+Site Command: Please confirm, are you on the surface now? Please respond.
+Radio static occupies the communication line.
+Site Command: Orion-4, please respond.
+Site Command: Lunar outpost, are you online? Please respond immediately.
+Shortly afterwards, Site Command issued an alert regarding the event and requested a copy of the latest tidal wave activity data.
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End Log
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Foundation telescopes and satellites are activated to survey the lunar surface from Earth to assess the loss of communications. In addition, another signal was intercepted shortly after.
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To: All
+From: O5council
+Subject: SCP-5658 Reactivation
+Sent: 08/09/1969
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The reactivation of SCP-5658 has caused the deaths of MTF Orion-4, crushed under the gravity of the moon. Lunar outpost is also presumed to be destroyed. It is hypothesized that the moon is an artificial construct that can generate mass through unknown means. The reactivation has also caused a change in the projected trajectory. The Earth is now currently in a collision course with the Sun. All Foundation resources have been relocated to accommodate this scenario. A set of priorities and instructions will be sent in the next 2 hours. We have 4 months. ~ O5-7
An advisor has been notified. Please read the following documentation and wait for further instruction
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SCP-5663-1 instance shortly before capture.
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Item #: SCP-5663
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures:
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Description: SCP-5663 is three sets of yoga poses which, done in sequence, allow the individual who performed them to become an autonomous vehicle. These steps can be reversed to return to normal. While in vehicle form, affected individuals are referred to as SCP-5663-1.
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The method by which SCP-5663 works is not well understood, appearing to have some sort of effect on reason or reality. For instance, while step three of sequence two instructs performers to tuck their elbows tight into their sides until they hear a click, step 9 asks one to rotate the front of their torso 180 degrees and step 14 involves splitting one's legs apart to reveal a series of wheels hidden inside. Although externally absurd, as long as the steps are done in order they make logical sense to the performer and observers, and no part of the steps can be identified as having any anomalous effect in the moment - only the overall sequence of steps can be identified as anomalous.
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The vehicles are fixed in form, as below:
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Sequence one (13 steps): Yellow Volkswagen Beetle with black stripes
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Sequence two (15 steps): Red Freightliner FL86 with blue accents
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Sequence three (9 steps): Black and white Suzuki B-King motorcycle with pink accents
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Some variance has been seen in details of the vehicles, mostly reflecting the clothing and accessories worn by those affected. The only consistent factor that has thus far been determined is that those wearing sunglasses when transformed will have tinted windows.
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SCP-5663 has a secondary anomalous effect which causes those who witness or are in close proximity to affected individuals to be trapped in certain patterns of speech when describing them in all tested forms of communication. Chiefly, speakers will attempt to import how impressive SCP-5663-1 instances are, and express a desire to also become an instance of SCP-5663-1. This is not a compulsive effect, and no speakers have thus been seen attempting to replicate the steps of SCP-5663 during their time affected without having previously shown signs of interest.
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SCP-5663 was first identified in early March, 1987, when a number of children in Dighton, Rhode Island, were found to have become Volkswagen Beetles, causing general distress among the community. During initial investigation by local law enforcement, all children involved refused to demonstrate these abilities and the case was dropped. After a story about it was published in a local paper, The Dighton Digest, Foundation assets investigating a separate zoological anomaly in Lincoln Woods State Park caught wind and passed a short report to central processing per standard procedure.
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MTF-ξ-12c, a subteam of MTF-Xi-12 ("Peculiar Yellow"), were dispatched to Dighton in the following weeks, posing as teens from a local town. Following standard investigation protocol for the team brought them into contact with Bobby Frischkorn, a twelve year old with knowledge of the incidents. Frischkorn was befriended over the course of a year by Agent Blum (ξ-12c-4), at which point he promised to reveal the secret if Agent Blum met him at a makeshift hideout near the Warren Upper reservoir known only to Frischkorn and friends.
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On arriving at the hideout, Agent Blum was initially chastised for arriving late, before this criticism was turned to Frischkorn when Blum showed the group his instructions. Once Blum was sufficiently ingratiated with the group, they collectively decided to induct him into "The Order of the Sparked", their name for those youths with knowledge of SCP-5663, on a vote of five for and two against.
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Note that at this time, Agent Blum was wearing "Mitch Sanders", an early synth glamour developed by the Foundation in collaboration with magical assets in Three Portlands.
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Frischkorn: Ok, M-Mitch. Here it is. You ever watch- ever watched Transformers, on the TV?
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Brick Langton: Of course he knows Transformers, Cornhead!
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Frischkorn: Sh-shut up, Brick! You s-said I could do this!
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Blum: I know Transformers, man. Autobots, Decepticons. Turn into cars.
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Frischkorn: R-Right, yeah! They turn into c-cars and mo-motorcycles and whatall. Well, w-we got a real special Transformers show here on ham radio, j-just for Dighton.
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Wally Guggenheim: It's BS, man. They gotta be broadcasting it all over, can't just be Dighton. Why would it just be us?
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Blum: Tell me about the radio show, Cornhead. Sure sounds like somethin'.
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Frischkorn: It's- Yeah, it's real good. They got kinda a different voice for Shockwave, but the rest of em are real close to the TV show. And they give you instructions for, how to fold your toys, if you don't g-get it or you lost the manual or anythin'. It's real clear.
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Langton: Only babies don't know how to fold a transformer, man. It's easy.
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Josephine O'Donnell: Your mom's easy, Brick.
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Langton: Shut the fuck up, Josie.
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Frischkorn: Um, so, anyway, l-last month there was a real weird folding pattern they talked about. Didn't match any of the ones I got, and I got a bunch of em. Said they'd reveal what it was for the next day. Next day comes an' th-they say it's for us. For folding up ourselves into a B-Bumblebee car.
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Blum: A Volkswagen Beetle?
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Frischkorn: Maybe, I don't really know c-cars.
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O'Donnell: Bumblebee's a Volkswagen Beetle, dude.
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Frischkorn: Maybe, yeah. So, so we thought it was a prank or something, b-but then Wally tries them-
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Guggenheim: And shit you not, Mitch, I turn into freaking Bumblebee.
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Blum: Certainly sounds as if you're shitting me, folks.
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Frischkorn: W-we can show you, man! All of us can do it now! And not just the bumblebee car, either. They have instructions for other stuff too! They take a couple minutes to go through all the steps, but we already got Chromia and Optimus and, and right now we're working on all the steps for-
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Langton: Let's just show him, Cornhead. We've stood around with our thumbs up our asses for way too long, I wanna go be a truck.
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Blum: Yes. Perhaps we could get everyone who knows how to do this together, for a race? The person most familiar could help me learn by writing out the steps on this notepad I brought, with as much detail as possible.
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There is a silence in the room. O'Donnell and Guggenheim look at Blum with suspicion.
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Blum: So, not Cornhead. He'd fuck it up and I'd be half an hour late again.
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The silence breaks as all collected laugh and resume mockery of Frischkorn. Guggenheim volunteers to write out the steps while O'Donnell quickly becomes a motorbike to collect the other members of the Order of the Sparked.
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Blum covertly passed a radio message to the rest of ξ-12c, who convened along with backup agents on the spot the race was to begin at. Once everyone had been declared collected, Blum signalled the agents to draw in with knockout gas. The children, caught off guard, were not able to utilise SCP-5663 before losing consciousness.
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Following the amnesticisation of the children and parents involved, the Foundation put in place watchdogs to monitor public and private communications in the Dighton area. Due to the limitations of amnesticisation at the time, a number of incidents required handling between 1987 and 1991, mostly involving children managing to recall one or more of the sequences. In 2004, after 13 years of no activity, watchdogs were retired or reassigned as needed and replaced with basic monitoring AI. The item was downgraded to Safe (Inactive) in 2012.
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Recent events:
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In December 2043, Providence and Pawtucket were hit with a chain of bank thefts, notable for employing a novel getaway technique - rather than one getaway vehicle, each of the members of the heist would split off in separate directions individually. Foundation watchdog AI flagged the case when initial reports on the case showed many escape routes that would be difficult or impossible to pull off in a vehicle. This was then further escalated when the below police chatter was recorded two weeks later between Officers Niko Hernandes and Gill Draper:
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Officer Hernandes: Draper, do you copy?
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Officer Draper: I copy.
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Officer Hernandes: May have eyes on Wane Zeta, suspect in our 0300 the other day there. He went to ground after the job, but I managed to get a doxx on his VRChat rig's location from a botcrawl of his most frequented servers. These virt junkies, man. No helping em.
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Officer Draper: Hernandes, confirm you have Wane Zeta?
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Officer Hernandes: Eyes, Draper. I got eyes on him. I'm up by Coles Brook, an old boat house. Pull my coords. Requesting backup before- ah shit. Shit, I'm clocked.
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Officer Draper: Copy that, Hernandes. Drones dispatched, should be there in ten. I know it's not your jam, but formally requesting you await backup before moving in.
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Officer Hernandes: He's run into the boathouse there, so he's cornered. I can just wait it out til- FUCK ME-
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There is the sound of an oncoming vehicle, followed by a heavy collision. Hernandes yells incoherently.
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Officer Draper: BABE?!
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Officer Hernandes: I'm - ngh - I'm alright, Draper. He was hiding a sicknasty truckazilla in there, hit me hard, but the nanos caught most of it. In pursuit - I can still see his sweet headlights cruising down the old train tracks.
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Officer Draper: B- Hernandes, requesting again you wait for backup. Med drone can assess your injuries.
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Officer Hernandes: No can do. We need this bag. Update systems to watch for a phat red Freightliner. Lock cam drone target to my position, projected forwards thirty seconds. Account for rough driving - this is one bad dude and he's got some gnarly tricks up his sleeve.
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Officer Draper: On it. Are you, uh.. You feeling lightheaded at all, Hernandes? You're talking funny.
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Officer Hernandes: Negative, Draper. Feeling fine. Target vehicle is radical. It's radical. It's … huh. Not sure what's happening there, Draper, but I would love to be crushin' it at the wheel of that sweet honey.
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Officer Draper: Alright, I'm making this an order, rather than a request. Stand down, Hernandes, you've clearly suffered some kind of head trauma.
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Officer Hernandes' onsite medical tests came back clean for concussion or other head trauma, showing only a fractured collarbone and elbow. Despite this, her unusual speech patterns continued whenever discussing the subject of the truck the subject had escaped in.
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Once escalated, the issue was passed to Foundation AI Alexandria, who was quickly able to establish a possible connection to SCP-5663. A taskforce was assembled to investigate the link, with Agent Blum and other surviving members of the original ξ-12c recovered from retirement to advise. After months of investigation, the activity was traced back to a covert mercenary collective known as the Order of the Sparked, which had previously managed to stay beneath the Foundation's radar under the protection of the New England Oneroi/MC&D Coalition.
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A raid on the headquarters of the Order of the Spark was carried out shortly before midnight, 9/12/44. While the majority of the members were quietly taken out before any alarms could be triggered, a member in the form of a Suzuki B-King motorcycle managed to escape. On a hunch, Agent Blum asked to be geared in the retired "Mitch Sanders" synth glamour and joined the cavalcade moving to intercept.
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When the target came within view of Agent Blum, they skidded out of control and crashed into the makeshift barricade, breaking through it. Agent Blum interceded the target before other agents by jumping straight into the crash area, finding that the target had returned to their normal form.
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Agent Blum: Holy shit… Cornhead?!
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Bobby Frischkorn: Mitch fucking Sanders. How the hell haven't you aged?
+Agent Blum drops his glamour.
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Frischkorn: Never even real. Fuck me.
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Frischkorn hisses and holds his side. He is suffering from extensive road rash, and part of his chest is open, exposing a wheel stored inside his ribcage.
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Agent Blum: I'm sorry, Bobby. This doesn't look great for you.
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Frischkorn: D-did you ever use it? Afterward? Took me years and years to dredge it up, but I guess you remembered perfectly.
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Agent Blum: I remembered. Never given permission to use it, though. Come to think of it, never asked.
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Frischkorn: God, that's pathetic.
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Frischkorn coughs heavily and black smoke exits his mouth.
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Frischkorn: Tell me one thing, Mitch. How'd I look out there? Good as ever?
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Agent Blum attempts to say something, but seems unable.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5695 is available for use by any member of personnel upon request. Usage of SCP-5695 is to be recorded in the Experiment Log for the sake of posterity. At least one instance of SCP-5695 is to be kept in existence at all times.
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Description: SCP-5695 is a figurine formed of milk chocolate, superficially resembling a common goldfish. When SCP-5695 is placed into a body of water, all aquatic organisms in that body of water will become additional instances of SCP-5695, regardless of the size of the area involved. All additional instances of SCP-5695 demonstrate the same anomalous properties.
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SCP-5695 has been described as extremely pleasing to the palate, exhibiting a smooth texture that nonetheless holds a distinctive structure when pressed against the tongue. Although most chocolate is considered to be an indulgence, popular consensus is that SCP-5695 can be consumed at any time of the day with no ill effects. Analysis of SCP-5695's components has been ineffective in proving or disproving this belief.
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Discovery: SCP-5695 was discovered in a cabin owned by amateur chef Arnold Grussman after passing hikers complained of a foul smell emanating from the building. Upon investigation by local authorities, the body of Mr. Grussman was discovered1 along with SCP-5695 itself.
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The Foundation became involved with this case after it became apparent that, at some point prior to the body's discovery, all fish in the nearby Lake Gray had become instances of SCP-5695.
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Experiment Log 5695-1:
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In order to test the limits of SCP-5695's conversion properties, a series of experiments were undertaken. All tests were undertaken by placing SCP-5695 into a body of water and observing the results.
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Body of Water: Small tank.
+Item: One goldfish.
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Result: Goldfish became an additional instance of SCP-5695.
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Body of Water: Small tank.
+Item: Two starfish.
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Result: Starfish became additional instances of SCP-5695.
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Body of Water: Large tank.
+Item: Four Mallard ducks.
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Result: None.
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Body of Water: Large tank.
+Item: Six dolphins.
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+Result: Dolphins became additional instances of SCP-5695.
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Interesting. A dolphin is a mammal, not a fish, yet SCP-5695 converted it all the same. What kind of criteria does it use? Not that I'm complaining, with how tasty the things are! - Dr. Grade.
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Body of Water: Large tank.
+Item: Twelve dolphins.
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Result: None.
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Disappointing. - Dr. Grade.
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Body of Water: Lake St. James, Massachusetts
+Item: All fish present.
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Result: All fish converted into instances of SCP-5695.
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I would say this proves there's no distance limit on SCP-5695's conversion. Imagine the returns if we hadn't blocked off the river beforehand! - Dr. Grade.
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Addendum 5695-1 (Freeze on Testing)
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Last night, our security system detected Junior Researcher Darnell attempting to smuggle an SCP-5695 instance out of the Site. As if that weren't bad enough, under interrogation he kindly informed me that this is something the SCP-5695 research staff have been doing quite a bit.
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I hope I don't have to say how appalled I am. All of you, expect to be summoned to a formal inquiry within the next few days. None of you are to leave Site-37 until then.
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On 12/06/2019, during a meeting with senior site staff regarding recent containment breaches, Director Fitzpatrick suddenly fell from his seat and began spasming wildly while gasping for breath.
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Several seconds later, Director Fitzpatrick's entire body was transfigured into a statue of milk chocolate, save for his eyes, which continued to follow personnel around the room. Witnesses described said eyes as delicious.
Panoramic view of SCP-5698’s interior..No matter the size of the building that the anomaly manifests in, the interior appears as such.
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Special Containment Procedures:
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Metatron.aic is to sweep police reports and civil complaints for any sign of an SCP-5698 manifestation. Foundation agents are to amnesticize all individuals who have been directly or indirectly impacted by the anomaly after it has demanifested. Pay records and bank accounts for affected individuals are to be artificially adjusted to conceal the effects of SCP-5698.
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Description:
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SCP-5698 is the designation for a migrating multi-faceted pocket reality housing a consumer goods warehouse. The anomaly manifests as part of a pre-existing warehouse space, overwriting local baseline reality for the period of time the anomaly is present. Employees of the business being overwritten are folded into the manifestation, appearing as custodians and workers within SCP-5698. The manifestation can last anywhere from two days to a month. No known pattern has been discerned for SCP-5698’s manifestations.
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In these few instances where the property is abandoned, any individuals within one hundred meters of the manifestation at the time of its first appearance will be encoded as employees, regardless of their relationship with the property.
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It is unclear what happens to the products stored within the business that is overwritten by SCP-5698. After a manifestation fades, the business returns to its normal appearance and the affected individuals are left with faint memories of their time as employees of the warehouse.
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+Discovery:
+SCP-5698 was discovered on 31 March, 2014, when an abandoned warehouse in Creekside, Ohio.Population is under five thousand individuals according to the 2010 United States Census. was taken over by the anomaly. The property was less than thirty meters from the building that housed the local courthouse and Creekside City Hall. All individuals working within this building were encoded into the rewriting of baseline reality to be employees of SCP-5698. Mayor Maria Hoffman took on the role of shipping and receiving manager, and the Honorable Judge Jacob Fischer became the general manager of the property.
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On 2 April, 2014 police were called to the City Hall building as it was apparently abandoned and the reporting individual claimed the disappearance of the thirty-three county and city employees were due to “them damned Al-Qaeda hooligans.” Creekside PD were called to the property housing SCP-5698 when Judge Fischer was observed in a short-sleeve button up shirt and wrinkled, grease-stained tie entering the building around 13:00 with a bag of fast food.
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Individuals interviewed by Creekside PD were unaware that they had ever worked anywhere but SCP-5698.
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Embedded Foundation agents within the Ohio State Police received reports of this phenomenon and informed Site-43, which launched an investigation upon learning the specifics. Police and witnesses were amnesticized.
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Addendum 5698-1
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– Record of Additional SCP-5698 Manifestations –
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Thurber, Texas
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Playas, New Mexico
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Newry, South Carolina
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Madrid, New Mexico
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Elcor, Minnesota
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Numa, Iowa
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Terlingua, Texas
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Kohler, Wisconsin.As more manifestations are discovered, they will be added to this file.
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Addendum 5698-2
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– Recorded Interactions with Affected Individuals –
Date – 2 April, 2014
+Interviewer – Researcher Wettle
+Interview Subject – Former Mayor Maria Hoffman
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SCP-5698 Shipping and Receiving Manager, Maria Hoffman.
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Wettle: Someone told me you were the manager, that true?
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Hoffman: I’m the shipping-and-receiving manager. What’s it to you, pal?
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[Wettle makes a throat-clearing sound.]
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Wettle: I’ve been sent by the County to discuss your permits to operate such a building, and to inspect the premises. Are you going to be a problem, Hoffman?
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Hoffman: No, just I don’t know what you’d want to hear from me?
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Wettle: Answers!
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Hoffman: You haven’t asked me any questions yet.
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Wettle: Good, you’re paying attention. Okay so, what sort of business is this?
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Hoffman: We’re the main distribution arm of the company. So, we store products made by the company and make sure they get to the store shelves.
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Wettle: Alright, how long have you worked in this building?
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Hoffman: Six years.
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Wettle: Ever thought about running for political office?
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Hoffman: Why would I do that when I have such a good job right here?
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Wettle: What is your job, exactly?
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Hoffman: I manage the shipping and receiving for the company from this location.
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Wettle: Right, right. Still no chance you’d run for office?
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Hoffman: What is this?
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Wettle: You don’t remember running for Mayor eighteen months ago and winning?
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Hoffman: No! That’s ridiculous, I’ve been here this whole time.
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Wettle: And here, being this warehouse.
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Hoffman: Yes, where else?
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Wettle: What’s so great about working here?
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Hoffman: I work fifty hours a week, not a bit more. I make $13.50 an hour, and they gave me this nifty shirt. What’s not great?
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Wettle: [Muttering] It’s not that nif–
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Hoffman: Besides which, what else would I be doing? Look Mr. County Officer, take a good look around town. You see a lot of job opportunities?
Date – 3 April, 2014
+Interviewer – Researcher Wettle
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SCP-5698 General Manager, Jake Fischer.
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Wettle: Right, so I talked with your shipping manager yester–
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Fischer: Shipping and receiving.
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Wettle: Same difference. So, you planning on being more cooperative?
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Fischer: Everyone who works for the company is here to help. It’s right there in our slogan!
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Wettle: Great. Turn down the pithy energy, please.
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Fischer: Well, friend, you’re not the most pleasant person I’ve talked to in a while. You said you worked for the County?
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Wettle: I did. Okay, so how long have you worked in this warehouse?
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Fischer: Twenty years.
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Wettle: Did you go to college before that?
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Fischer: God, no.
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Wettle: So, you didn’t graduate from law school twenty-eight years ago?
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Fischer: [laughs] If I went to law school, you think I’d work as a manager in a warehouse? Even one as nice as this?
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Wettle: Alright, forget I asked. [muttering] Ridiculous.
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Fischer: Yeah, I’m lucky I got this job when I did. Right before I got this job, I was working at the tire factory, the whole town did. But it shut down, company moved it overseas. And suddenly, everyone in town is lucky to get unemployment benefits. After a while, people were moving away just to get dishwasher jobs. If the company hadn’t opened up this warehouse, I’m afraid I’d be homeless or worse.
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Wettle: So, you usually keep your employees working overtime?
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Fischer: What’s needed is what’s done, that’s the way it is with us. Besides, don’t force no one to stay late.
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Wettle: But it’s not like they’re making all that much, so why would they if they didn’t have to?
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Fischer: The company pays competitively, don’t be like that. They’re certainly making more than if they didn’t have these jobs, right?
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Wettle: You at least pay the federally mandated overtime amount?
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Fischer: No one is working overtime, technically.
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Wettle: What? Hoffman said she works fifty hours a week!
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Fischer: Sure, and she does. But everyone’s salary here. We work until the job is done.
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[Researcher Wettle makes a sound typically considered to be one of disgust.]
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Fischer: You got a problem, buddy?
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Wettle: You got a funny attitude towards your employees’ benefits.
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Fischer: Oh, they don’t get benefits. The company figured with Obamacare, they didn’t need to.
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Wettle: [Sighs.] Alright, I’ll make a note of that.
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+Individuals directly affected by SCP-5698, those folded into a local reality re-write and who perform as employees of the anomaly, have residual pervasive effects upon their personality. For example, individuals universally have more aggressive tones in their interactions with others and exhibit rough, even unprofessional language no matter what their background. Although they only retain partial, incomplete memories of their time as employees at SCP-5698, the experience often has a protracted effect on the subject’s priorities.
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Creekside City Council Meeting
+Individuals involved: Councilpersons Markam, Valencia, Gerber and Mayor Hoffman
+Date: 3 May, 2014
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[Excerpt begins with meeting already in session.]
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Markam: I’m sorry, Mayor, I don’t think I understand?
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Hoffman: Jesus, Jill, it’s freaking obvious.
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[All three City Council members share significant looks but don’t say anything.]
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Hoffman: If these companies aren’t going to make sure that their employees have medical and other benefits, I think we should open up a city-run clinic and food bank! Our people deserve the care, goddamn it.
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Valencia: Obviously, that would be a noble effort but where would we get the money?
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Hoffman: Government grants, raise business taxes, do what we have to actually serve the people in need. I didn’t become mayor to leave the people that elected me high and dry..Mayor Hoffman actually was elected on a “business first” platform.
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Gerber: Mayor, I’ve got to say, your passion for our constituents is commendable… I will remind you that we are being recorded, as is the case with all City Council meetings. Couldn’t you show a little decorum?
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Hoffman: If it means letting people go without care or enough food to eat because they’re paid like garbage, then [REDACTED] that.
Civil Court Administrative Record
+Date: 14, June 2014
+Case pending: McGurney v. Benton Pharmaceuticals
+Judge Presiding: Honorable Jacob Fischer
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Fischer: Defense, I gotta say, if your client wasn’t so godawful with its management of human resources, maybe we wouldn’t be here today.
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Defense: Your Honor?
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Fischer: Come on, the man worked sixty-five hours a week for six months, on a contract basis and then was let go. So, no overtime or benefits? Maybe if you retained the slightest appreciation for your employees, your company wouldn’t be in such a financial ditch.
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Defendant CEO: Ah, Your Honor…
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Fischer: Naw, forget it. I’ve decided, you treated this man like an employee, he gets employee benefits. And if you don’t like it, you can stuff it up your–
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Update: When SCP-5698 demanifested after the initial discovery, the original products displaced by the anomaly were returned to their previously locations within the property but with new branding.This has occurred after every manifestation of the anomaly.. Please see below file for photographical example.
Filename: warehouse
+Author: US Dept of Agriculture
+License: Public Domain Mark 1.0
+Source Link:LINK
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Filename: mayor maria Hoffman
+Author: USDA NRCS Montana
+License: Public Domain Mark 1.0
+Source Link:LINK
+Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin
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Filename: honorablejacobfischer
+Author:Grigori Karpin
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:LINK
+Additional Notes: Edited using the below two images:
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Filename: Training Manager
+Author: WorldSkills UK
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:LINK
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Filename: my office
+Author: abdulfarukhi
+License: CC BY 2.0
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Filename: Medium Box, closed
+Author: Meathead Movers
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link: LINK
+Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin & HarryBlank using the below image:
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Filename: vintage paper texture
+Author: pinkorchid_too (Sandra)
+License: CC BY 2.0
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Filename: 5698-logo
+Author: HarryBlank
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source: link
+Notes: Used with express permission
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+This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers.
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Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts
+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
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Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has made large anonymous donations to sexually transmitted disease awareness and prevention programs in a number of countries with documented SCP-5706 outbreaks; the patents to the antiviral drugs acyclovir and valacyclovir have been purchased by Foundation front companies, and these drugs have been substantially reduced in price to aid in SCP-5706 containment efforts.
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Individuals identified as carriers of SCP-5706 are to be detained and questioned about their sexual history to identify other possible carriers, then treated with a targeted antiviral drug developed as part of the SCP-5706 containment initiative. Before release, former SCP-5706 carriers should be treated with Class-B or -C amnestics, depending on the duration of infection.
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Samples of SCP-5706 are stored in Bio Site-66's cryogenic storage facility; research proposals involving exposure of D-Class personnel to SCP-5706 must be approved by Site-66's Ethics Committee liaison, and all experimental subjects must be treated with the targeted SCP-5706 antiviral at the conclusion of the experiment.
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Description: SCP-5706 is a strain of the Herpes simplex virus that causes a perceptual anomaly when an infected individual orgasms. The non-anomalous symptoms of SCP-5706 are identical to those of HSV-2, the strain of Herpes simplex which causes most cases of genital herpes; blisters appear on the genitalia within approximately 7 days of initial exposure, and heal over the next several weeks. SCP-5706 is transmitted in the same way as non-anomalous HSV-2, and use of barrier contraceptives such as condoms can reduce its spread.
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When an SCP-5706-infected individual is brought to orgasm, either alone or with a partner, they experience a perceptual anomaly which includes total sensory hallucination and significant time dilation. This perceptual anomaly consists of the entirety of the action role-playing videogame Skyrim, released by Bethesda Softworks in 2011 (including the three downloadable expansion packs, Dawnguard, Hearthfire, and Dragonborn), beginning at the start of the game, when the player character awakens in a horse-drawn carriage on their way to be executed, and not ending until the defeat of the game's "final boss", the dragon Alduin, at the end of the main quest-line. Affected individuals report being placed into the world of the game completely, able to perform actions1 not normally possible in the original game; however, conversations with non-player characters are still limited to the game's original dialogue options, and certain areas, such as any land beyond the bounds of the game's world map, remain inaccessible. Affected individuals are able to access the game's menus, manage their inventory, and save and load their progress by closing their eyes, but all menu options that would quit out of the game are unavailable.
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Affected individuals report being aware that they will remain in the game world until they complete the main quest-line; Regardless of how much subjective time it takes an individual to complete Skyrim2, to outside observers the perceptual anomaly only lasts for the duration of orgasm3, and its physical signs - closed eyes, open mouth, labored breathing - are nearly indistinguishable from the effects of a particularly strong orgasm.
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SCP-5706 was first discovered in June 2017, when Foundation agents were alerted to reports of unusual behavior following an orgy held by attendees of the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) in Los Angeles, California. A number of participants were detained and interviewed; those who had experienced the effects of SCP-5706 all reported sexual contact with a man who resembled Todd Howard, the creative director of Skyrim. At the time of the orgy, Mr. Howard was on stage at Bethesda Softworks' E3 presentation. When interviewed, Mr. Howard denied all knowledge of the orgy and of SCP-5706; surveillance of Mr. Howard's banking records revealed that he had recently made several large payments to an account registered under the name "Simo Plecks". This account was emptied and closed on the day of the orgy, and all attempts to trace the individual to whom the account belonged have so far been fruitless; the investigation is ongoing.
SCP-5816-20 with anomalous features redacted. (hover to enlarge)
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Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-5816 are to be kept in a standard secured container at Site-19. Even when within said container, all instances of SCP-5816 are to have their eyes covered completely. SCP-5816 instances are not to be removed, nor are any edits to be made to the text present on said instances without approval from level 4 research personnel.
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Description: SCP-5816 is the collective term for a collection of 25 identical anomalous World War One-era recruitment posters, henceforth referred to as SCP-5816-1 through 25. As of 2021, no further instances have been found. Each poster closely resembles the non-anomalous posters depicting Lord Horatio Herbert Kitchener1 that were famously used during the First World War. SCP-5816-1 through 25 were discovered in an abandoned print factory, kept in a single wooden crate. The only information that can be acquired about the origin of SCP-5816 comes from a telegram located at the discovery site.2
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Of all subjects tested, 4% were completely immune to SCP-5816; the reason for this is unknown, and no link between those immune has been found. The remaining subjects triggered one of two anomalous effects.
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The primary anomalous effect of SCP-5816 instances occurs whenever an individual3 who is of British nationality or from any former territories of the British Empire and is aged between 19-30 years of age looks into the eyes of the image of Lord Kitchener. Whenever this occurs, the subject will feel an overwhelming sense of nationalism and pride towards the United Kingdom. Furthermore, the subject will feel an immense desire to join the British military.
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A secondary anomalous effect occurs when individuals who are not eligible to join the British military look into the eyes present on SCP-5816 instances.4 95% of experiments involving subjects who meet these criteria found those tested began to suffer feelings of immense sorrow and regret. The remaining 5% of those affected will attempt immediate suicide.5 This effect remains until the subject can self-terminate.
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To date, the only known way to prevent the anomalous properties of SCP-5816 instances is to cover the eyes on each instance.
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SCP-5816 instances are highly resistant to most forms of conventional damage; this is believed to be the cause behind the preservation of SCP-5816 instances in the decades before containment. Fire is capable of complete destruction of SCP-5816 instances.
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Photographs of and photocopies of SCP-5816 instances possess the same properties as the originals, though artist impressions lack the same anomalous properties.
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Addendum SCP-5816-A: Below is a digitized copy of the telegram recovered from the discovery site. It should be noted that it was heavily damaged when discovered; the displayed text is all that was readable.
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+Commission for more recruitment posters received STOP
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+Next shipment to be ready by Somme offensive STOP
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An investigation into the telegram's origin is currently ongoing.
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Addendum SCP-5816-B: On 20th June 1978, Doctor Urien Beavin, head of research on SCP-5816, was given the authorisation to test the effects of editing the text on an instance of SCP-5816. As part of this test, Doctor Beavin had the word 'Britons' on SCP-5816-7 erased and replaced with 'Americans' before showing it to several American D-Class personnel. The effect was identical, save that this instance now worked on those of American nationality instead of British.
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Following several more tests with different nationalities, Doctor Beavin replaced the nationality on SCP-5816-7 with the word 'D-Class' while also changing the main text below Lord Kitchener to read 'to cooperate with Foundation personnel.' 96% of all D-Class tested, who did not trigger the secondary anomalous effect, were highly cooperative with Foundation staff.
To: Dr Gabriel Stanton, Ethics Committee
+From: Doctor Urien Beavin
+Subject: SCP-5816 Proposal
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As you can see from our testing, SCP-5816 instances are an effective way to ensure cooperation on the part of D-Class personnel. Therefore, I am proposing we use SCP-5816 instances by placing altered instances in D-Class quarters across Foundation sites.
+25th June 1978.
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To: Doctor Urien Beavin
+From: Dr Gabriel Stanton, Ethics Committee
+Subject: Re:SCP-5816 Proposal
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While the practical applications you propose are certainly tempting, Dr Beavin, we cannot allow this. Completely ignoring the prospect of D-Class personnel who are immune to SCP-5816 figuring out its properties and using it against us, this proposal is completely unethical. This has the potential to seriously alter the free will of D-Class personnel. I don't care if they're Jack the Ripper; we are not in the business of stripping away people's free will. If it were up to me, this proposal and all your previous misconduct would be declared major ethical violations, and I'd have you demoted. But if you would like to discuss this matter in person, please make an appointment with me for some time tomorrow.
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+From: Dr Gabriel Stanton, Ethics Committee
+Subject: Re:Re:SCP-5816 Proposal
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5858 is physically self-contained, but requires active censorship. All outbound communication from the town of Ambler will be screened, and revised by Site-24 AI DONA. Individuals made aware of SCP-5858 will be given Class-A amnesics.
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Personnel must strictly adhere to their role when entering this Locked Scenario1. When asked to leave SCP-5858, personnel should do so as quickly and courteously as possible. Under no circumstance may anyone enter SCP-5858 posing as theater staff.
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Description: SCP-5858 is the Ambler Theater, located in the borough of Ambler, Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. In 2018, this playhouse spontaneously entered a IO-Locked Scenario, and has since continued presenting "A Streetcar Named Desire" for 17,520 consecutive hours.
A Locked Scenario (LS) occurs when an event, incident, or sequence of actions is anomalously extended past its logical expiration. These phenomena should not be confused with Temporal Loops (TL), which create brackets of repeating time - Locked Scenarios merely repeat the event itself as time progresses. To achieve this effect, an LS will often alter human perception, along with any number of core scientific principles. Often mischaracterized as "hauntings" or "curses", some examples of Locked Scenarios in the Foundation database include SCP-112, SCP-4382, and SCP-1337. As each of these documents demonstrate, Locked Scenarios can be incredibly dangerous, and require proper understanding for their safe containment and/or resolution.
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An LS will operate under two set variables: Protracted vs. Indefinite, and Static vs. Organic.
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High-sensitivity Kant Counters can be used to tell these phenomena apart. The more common P-LS will show a gradual decline in Hume levels, culminating in a total field collapse or "burnout". An I-LS will show steady, or bare fluctuations in Hume levels, and will always require some form of external resolution.
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- Foundation Research Archives | Common Anomalous Zones and How they Operate, Volume 12.
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There are 87 individuals affected by SCP-5858 directly, including the actors, stage hands, and audience members. All other residents of Ambler have been passively affected by this anomaly, believing the unnatural duration of the performance is completely unremarkable2.
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SCP-5858-1 through 13 14 are the staff of the Ambler Theater, uniquely affected by the Locked Scenario. These individuals are easily identified by their red shirts, black vests, and perpetual full-body vibrations - visually resembling hummingbird wings in motion. All staff members have expressed enhanced speed, strength, and spacial awareness, operating at roughly 5 times that of baseline human capacity. While staff members will continue to perform their routine duties, albeit at a faster pace, their primary purpose is to act as Locked Scenario "maintenance", aggressively preventing all outside interference.
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D-8743 is asked to enter SCP-5858, using a valid ticket, and posing as a patron.
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Subject allowed entry, and safely watches the play for 23 minutes. Subject is then asked to leave for coughing too loudly3.
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D-8911 is told to enter SCP-5858 without a valid ticket, and to remain despite staff protests.
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After 4 minutes of trespassing, SCP-5858-1 (87-year-old Donald Miller) lifted D-8911 over his head, sprinted down three flights of stairs, and threw him outside. D-8911 suffered six broken ribs.
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[DATA EXPUNGED] D-9013 is now classified as SCP-5858-14. Testing has been suspended at this time.
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To date, no test subject has managed to remain inside the theater for more than 3 hours before being ejected for some form of infraction.4 On February 15th, 2020, Mobile Task Force Xi-5 "Newtons Bullies" were dispatched to contain/neutralize this anomaly.
Xi-5-1|Saksa: Xi-5 is green, Command. We're in full compliance with the scenario. Besides the earpieces, we're at zero equipment. I'm feeling a bit naked here.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: I told you to go with the high-neck, not the halter-strap.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: I meant the lack of tech, Sam. Though, yeah, it's going to be strange running this mission in heels.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: Exactly why I chose the tux. I feel like I'm in a James Bond movie.
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Xi-5-3|Volkov: You look just like the supervillain's butler, Samantha.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: So I look like your butler, eh "Volkov"?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Enough, you two. We may be dressed as civilians, but we're still on the clock.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: He's right. Let's cut the chatter. On the flipside, Higs, we are pretending to be civvies. I'm gonna' need you to act like a person.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Yes, Captain.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Keep working on that. Command, we're ready for approach.
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Site-24: Copy, 5-1. Your objective is to locate the source of the anomaly. Neutralize, if possible, but use extreme caution.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: We've read the dossier, command - none of us want an ass-whooping from an octogenarian.
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Site-24: Good. Present your tickets at the gate, and maintain your cover as theater patrons. Keep radio chatter to a minimum. Good luck.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Alright Bullies, let's get weird.
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MTF-Xi-5 head to the main entrance to the theater. The ticket booth is manned by SCP-5858-6, 15 year old Edwin McAlister, who has been seated there for the past two years. Like all staff members, SCP-5858-6's head rapidly swivels in all directions, creating a featureless blur. McAlister focuses on 5-1 as she approaches, speaking rapidly, but clearly.
Xi-5-4|Fletcher:(whispering) Command, do you copy?
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Site-24: Received, 5-4. Is everything alright? We're picking up some feedback on your transmission. Has the anomaly-
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: That's just echo. I'm uh-… I'm hiding out in the bathroom.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: It's about what we expected, Command - no time dilation or visual distortions, just an ongoing event; classic Locked Scenario. It's difficult to say anything else without my equipment. Saksa and Higs took-
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Site-24: Please use your call-signs, agent.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: Right right, sorry. 5-1 and 5-2 took their seats near the front of the auditorium. The audience is fully embedded in the Scenario - no malnutrition, physical degradation or signs of distress. They don't even seem bored!
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The play itself seems to be continuing way, way off the events of "Streetcar". Blanche escaped from the hospital several thousand acts ago, and is now on the run in Morocco. Stanley is still chasing her, but now it's because he was hired by Shep Huntleigh to hunt her down, since she stole this diamond that gives her supernatural-
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Site-24: Thank you, 5-4, but we already knew this was an O-LS.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: Right, yeah. Sorry, It's just… surprisingly engaging! I don't know if I could sit through two whole years of it but- wait, hold on.
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A muffled groan is heard, followed by a sharp, quick 'thud'.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: Sorry about that. This guy just won't stay down.
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Site-24: Guy? What guy? 5-4, what's happening?
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: About that. We think we've found the source of the anomaly. Remember when I said no one looked bored? Well, Higs- sorry, 5-2, he noticed someone who was.
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Site-24: And did you- accost this person!?
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: What? Oh, no, no this guy was just sitting next to the subject. Sa- 5-1 signaled me to take him out, so I followed him into the bathroom. I tried to play nice, really, but this guy really, really wants to get back to his seat!
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Site-24: You were told not to break cover, 5-4. This absolutely constitutes breaking cover.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: Sorry Command, but like you said, we needed to work quickly. They know we're not supposed to be here. I can't even wipe my nose without one of those buzzing black-vested freaks shining a flashlight in my face! I feel like a germ in this theater's body, and the white blood cells are circling.
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Site-24: Still, this seems needlessly dangerous-
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: I know what it seems like, Command. I also know this is exactly why you transferred me to Xi-5. This is a team for problem solvers, yeah? We've got a plan. We're getting it done.
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Site-24:(…) Copy, 5-4. Keep us apprised.
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Xi-5-4|Fletcher: Copy that. Now I better get back out there. I don't want the ushers catching me-
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The bathroom door is heard crashing open. 3 milliseconds of extremely rapid footsteps are heard before someone knocks violently on the stall door, cracking the linoleum.
Claire Wilde|Blanche: You shouldn't have followed me Mitch - or should I say, Stanley?
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Phillip O'Connel|Stanley: What!? How did you know? My disguise was perfect!
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Claire Wilde|Blanche: The Diamond lets me see through your lies, Stanley. How could it not, when it holds Stella's very soul!
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5-2 re-enters the auditorium after visiting the concession stand, slipping into a seat in the back row. As he sits, faint electronic beeping is heard over 5-2's earpiece.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi:(whispering) Hey.
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Young boy(?):(whispering) Um… hey?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Cool Gameboy. Is that Pokemon? I used to play Red and Blue with my little brother.
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Young boy(?): Yeah, uh, t-thanks… it- yeah, it's Pokemon…
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Cool. Hey, this play's pretty boring, huh?
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Young boy(?): It's… it's alright. My parents like to bring me to this kinda' stuff…
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Is that them over there? They seem… pretty focused.
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Young boy(?): They really like the theater.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Not you though?
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More electronic noises, and tapping buttons are heard.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Yeah, same here. My- uh, fiance drags me to these things. She's down in the first row. I just wish I could get out of here, right?
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Young boy(?): N-… I mean- it's fine. It's- … it's better than-…
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Than what? Hey… are you okay?
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Young boy(?): I'm fine.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: You sure? I can-
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Four sets of rapid footsteps are heard, converging on 5-2. Both 5-2 and the subject go quiet until the ushers move off.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi:(lower whispering) What's your name?
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Young boy(?):(…) Tim.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Hey Tim, I'm Yasuo.
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Young boy(?):(…) That's a cool name.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Thanks. Hey, you can keep playing Pokemon by the way. I won't tell.
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No further electronic sounds are heard. Over the next twenty minutes, all actors begin to stutter and pause their lines mid-speech, similar to a skipping record. The music played between scenes goes off-tune.
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Abruptly, two characters enter the stage acting outside the current narrative. Their voices are unusually muffled when speaking, as if heard from behind a wall or door.
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Man(?): So what, I'm not allowed to have friends now!?
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Woman(?): Oh right, "friends". Like Doug was just a friend, right?
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Man(?): Yes! God, you're so paranoid! I can't even go to the bar anymore, or spend time with my co-workers because you assume I'm going to-
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Woman(?): You did though! We both know you like-
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Man(?): That was back in college! We're married now! We have a son! What else do I need to do to convince you I love you!?
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Woman(?): You could touch me, for once.
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Man(?): Oh of course. Of course! I bust my ass twelve hours a day, come home exhausted, and you use that as an excuse to call me a-
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Woman(?): Enough. We can't-… the neighbors are going to call the cops again. Let's just-… let's just get dressed. We promised we'd see Shelly's play tonight. We can talk about this when we get home.
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Man(?):(…) Fine. We're talking about this though. Tonight, when we get home, we're settling this once and for all.
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The two actors walk off stage. The audience claps. A sniffling sound is heard near 5-2.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Hey… Tim? Is everything-
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A loud humming noise overpowers the microphone. The audience rises from their seats. A voice comes from the stage.
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Actor (?): That's intermission, folks! Please, grab yourself a soda or popcorn up front. We'll be back for act thirteen-thousand one-hundred and fifty-seven in just ten minutes!
5-1 and 5-2 are heard surrounded by audience members in the main lobby. Two elderly patrons are standing nearby.
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Audience A(?): That last scene was breathtaking, don't you think? What do you suppose it represents?
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Audience B(?): I suspect it's another of Blanche's dream sequences, like in act five hundred and fifteen. Why must these local directors insist on their art-house nonsense?
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Audience A(?): Oh hush, darling. You've been grumbling and fidgeting for the past two months! I swear, you're like a child! I can't take you anywhere (laughing).
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Yasuo! Sweetheart! Where have you been?
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+Xi-5-2|Higashi:(…) Oh! Yes, hello… pumpkin. It was- uh- too loud, so close to the stage you know, so I took a seat further back. Say, what happened to our friend Samantha?
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Had to run, I'm afraid. Poor thing has a terrible stomach bug. No less than five ushers had to help them outside!
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Are they alright?
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Oh yes, they made it to the curb before- before anything bad happened.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: I'm glad. Actually, speaking of friends, I met the most interesting young man just before intermission. I think he might be-
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The ambient volume begins to increase. Multiple couples begin shouting at each other.
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Audience A(?): Always fidgeting! I can't take you anywhere! You're such a fucking useless child!
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Audience B(?): To hell with you! I don't even want to be here!
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Audience C(?): Nag nag nag, constantly! You wonder why I spend so much time at work!
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Audience D(?): Oh you know why I spend so much time at work, you harpy! Why would I ever want to be at home with such a shit family!?
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Audience E(?): You don't love me anymore! You never loved me!
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Audience F(?): I don't even know you anymore!
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Xi-5-3|Volkov:(Static) Capta- d- you re- me?
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Volkov? Damn it, we're supposed to be-
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Xi-5-3|Volkov:(Static) Ushers-! Audit- the crowd is- eachother and- actors started-
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The sound of shouting is overpowering in 5-4's earpiece
Xi-5-1|Saksa: Volkov? Volkov! God damn it. Higs, we're breaking cover. We need to get back into-
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Audience B(?): Bitch!
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Audience E(?): Liar!
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Audience C(?): I can't take this anymore!
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Audience D(?): Just talk to me, damn it!
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Audience A(?):(Screaming) Get the fuck away from me!
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All 87 individuals inside SCP-5858 suddenly go silent, followed by a single, audible 'slap'. The sound of 86 bodies hitting the floor is heard, then nothing.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa:(…) What the actual fuck. Do you have any idea wha-… Higs? Higs, what are you doing?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Acting like a person.
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5-2 walks forward, the sound of popcorn crunching under his feet. As he approaches, the microphone gradually picks up the sound of a young boy crying.
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Transmission cut-off.
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Addendum - 15/02/2020 | 15:13: All anomalous activity in Ambler abruptly ceases. Friends and family of those within SCP-5858 begin panicking. At the same time, the doors to SCP-5858 open, and people begin to exit. Many collapse into the street, openly weep, or stumble around catatonic. All members of Xi-5 report in safe.
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Addendum - 15/02/2020 | 15:17: The last three audience members exit the theater. A young boy is seen standing between a man and a woman, holding both their hands. The trio walk down the town's main street until reaching the first intersection. They embrace, then walk a short distance in separate directions before vanishing.
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Addendum - Site-24 | Director Morgan: Reclassification to Neutralized pending.
After Action Report - Captain Lyydia Saksa - SCP-5858
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Date: 16/02/2020 | 13:01
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Location: Site-24 Briefing Room.
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Director Morgan: What exactly happened in there, Captain?
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: I've given you my report.
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Director Morgan: You have, yes, but there are still-
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Ma'am, with all due respect, the ink is already dry on this. You asked me what happened, and I gave you the full, clinical details.
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Director Morgan:(…) So that's all you have to report? You didn't, at all, hear what 5-2 said to the boy?
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: My ears were still ringing, ma'am - from all the shouting, you know. I just saw him approach the subject. I didn't hear anything.
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Director Morgan: I see. Thank you Captain, that will be all.
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: He's a good agent.
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Director Morgan: Pardon me?
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Xi-5-1|Saksa: Higashi. He's a damn good agent - a bit uptight sometimes, maybe, but- okay, look, I know you're raking him over the coals right now. I may not know what he said to that kid, but ma'am, I know he said it for the right reasons.
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After Action Report - Agent Yasuo Higashi - SCP-5858
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Date: 16/02/2020 | 17:16
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Location: Site-24 Directors Office.
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Director Morgan: Take a seat, Agent.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: I'll stand, if you don't mind.
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Director Morgan:(…) Very well. I think you know why you're here.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Yes ma'am.
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Director Morgan: During the broadcast cut-out, your earpiece automatically switched to hard backup. Everything was still recorded. We know exactly what you said to the anomaly.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: The kid, you mean.
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Director Morgan: The anomaly, Agent. Do you have any idea what you've done?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Yes ma'am. I sat down with a kid who's parents were fighting. I told him that I'd gone through the same thing. I saw a young man in need of help, and I helped him.
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Director Morgan: That "young man" is a reality bender, Agent. He created a Locked Scenario that kept 86 people trapped in a theater for two full years.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: And now they're not trapped anymore. Mission successful.
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Director Morgan: You can't possibly be this obtuse. You solved a problem by creating a catastrophe! We now have a sentient reality-warper out in the world with a twelve-year-old's sense of morality and consequences! Does that still sound like a "success" to you, Agent Higashi?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi:(…) No ma'am.
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Director Morgan: Do you realize how inconceivably dangerous it is to give an adult reality bender even partial awareness of their own abilities? Let alone a child?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Yes ma'am.
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Director Morgan: Do you have literally any justification for your actions, beyond being emotionally compromised and astoundingly irresponsible? Anything to say at all?
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Just that I'm disappointed, ma'am. I thought I'd left this inhuman bullshit behind when I renounced the GOC.
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Director Morgan pauses, then sighs.
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Director Morgan: You're demoted, Agent. I am officially removing you from Mobile Task Force Xi-5 until a formal inquiry is held. Turn over your uniform and equipment to the Quartermaster. You're dismissed.
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Agent Higashi moves to leave the office. He pauses in the archway.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: Director?
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Director Morgan: We're done, agent. Save your defense for the crucible.
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Xi-5-2|Higashi: No ma'am, no defense. This might end up hurting me, actually, but I don't care. I want you to know I don't regret it. A young man in that kind of situation… he needs someone to reach out. He needs to know it's going to be alright. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't do it any differently.
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Agent Higashi leaves, closing the office door behind him.
Special Containment Procedures: All residents of Greenhart, Wyoming have been relocated to nearby municipalities under the pretense of natural gas leaks throughout the town. The immediate area around SCP-6108 has been fenced off and all exits and entrances have been equipped with motion sensors and surveillance cameras. As of 3/16/2022, no entity has left the store and SCP-6108-1 has assured Foundation personnel that staff are incapable of exiting into our baseline reality. However, as per the Department of Extraversal Affairs'1 regulations, all current safety procedures will be upheld for the foreseeable future. To avoid SCP-6108 relocating to a more highly populated area due to financial instability, plain-clothes Foundation personnel are to be sent in routinely to shop in SCP-6108 and buy any goods they deem potentially beneficial for Foundation research.
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Description: SCP-6108 is the designation given to "Schlemo's Wholesale," a chain of big-box retail stores operating across an unquantifiable amount of realities. The products sold by Schlemo's are a mixture of the anomalous, normal household items, and the thaumaturgic.2 The chain operates on a membership system, allowing anyone that signs up for "Schlemo's Club" to browse and purchase these products from the store at their leisure. Any currency can be used at the store, so long as it is considered a legal tender in that universe.
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The store is staffed by both extraterrestrial humanoids and normal humans, the former seemingly outnumbering the latter. The owner, identified as SCP-6108-1 or "Schlemo", is one such extraterrestrial inhabitant. SCP-6108-1 has never been seen on the store floor, instead communicating with both employees and guests over the store-wide intercom. Despite their voice consisting of apparent mumbles and gibberish, listeners will be able to fully comprehend them. SCP-6108-1 asserts he is able to simultaneously observe and communicate with all store locations across the multiverse. SCP-6108-1's erratic behavior makes predicting the store owner's actions exceptionally difficult.
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Discovery: The store currently residing in our baseline reality can be found in Greenhart, Wyoming. After being detected entering this reality, Foundation personnel were dispatched to quarantine the area and prevent any citizens from entering the building. Securing the area proved to be of no difficulty, as Greenhart only had a population of around 300. After establishing a forward operating base outside the front entrance, Agent Lowe and Kroemer were sent to investigate the interior. Below is a transcript detailing their expedition into the store and an audio file containing an announcement from SCP-6108-1. A list of items purchased by Foundation personnel and their capabilities have also been included and will be updated as they are acquired.
Foreword: This expedition was performed on 12/11/2021 by Agent Lowe and Agent Kroemer. They were chosen due to their experience in the Department of Extraversal Affairs and their exceptional work concerning dimensional rifts. To avoid suspicion, both agents wore plain clothes, only carried standard issue sidearms, and were equipped with hidden microphones and cameras.
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Agent Lowe and Kroemer approach the entrance to SCP-6108 and are immediately greeted by a young Caucasian female staff member. Her name badge identifies her as "Charlotte".
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Charlotte: Welcome to Schlemo's Wholesale. Your Member's Card, please!
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Agent Lowe: We actually don't have a membership with your store…
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Charlotte lets out an exasperated sigh and snaps her fingers, three other staff arriving from around the corner shortly thereafter.
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Charlotte: You heard him, they don't have cards. You know what to do.
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All four staff members break out into song, the lyrics revolving mainly around what makes Schlemo's Wholesale great and why the agents should get a membership card. This lasts roughly 10 minutes and has been omitted from the records for sake of brevity.
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Agent Lowe: Was all of that really necessary?
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Agent Kroemer: I mean, I thought it was great.
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Charlotte: I don't make the rules, dude.
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Agent Kroemer: And who does?
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The store-wide intercom system suddenly turns on, transmitting a string of gibberish and mumbles. However, it is somehow completely understood by those that hear it.
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SCP-6108-1: That'd be me, Schlemo! At your service! Wait, hold on. Didn't I just talk to you two? Which universe is this?
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Agent Lowe: How are we supposed to know that?
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SCP-6108-1: How do you not know your own universe?! That's like not knowing your home address! Hold on, let me check this real quick.
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+The sounds of papers being flipped through and books being dropped emits from the loudspeakers before SCP-6108-1 speaks again.
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SCP-6108-1: Alright, my mistake! That was a Lowe and Kroemer from the one right next door. Weird timing, right? I mean, alternate versions of you just found my store too! You're both a little chubbier than them, though. Especially you, Kroemer.
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Agent Kroemer: Hey!
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Agent Lowe: Can we get back to your why we're here, please? If you met us already, then you'd know we're here to investigate the premises. We need to know more about this place.
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SCP-6108-1: Sounds like I'll have to give you the same spiel I gave them. Follow Miss Charlotte, please.
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Charlotte motions for both agents to follow her before heading further into the store. The layout of the store appears to be much like wholesale retailers of this reality, products stacked on pallets in rows of large metallic shelves or in rows near the center of the facility. There appears to be no other shoppers, only idle employees cleaning their respective sections.
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Agent Kroemer: Y'know, this place reminds me alot of Costco.
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Every employee in the vicinity, including Charlotte, stops in their tracks and looks at Agent Kroemer with appalled expressions. SCP-6108-1 goes quiet for a few moments.
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+Charlotte: Here we go…
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+SCP-6108-1's voice becomes noticeably louder as the microphone is presumably pressed closer to his mouth.
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+SCP-6108-1:What the fuck did you just say?
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Agent Kroemer: N-nothing! Just that, y'know, the store kind of reminds me of…well…Costco…
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SCP-6108-1: DON'T EVER BRING UP THAT PLACE HERE! SOL PRICE IS A TALENTLESS HACK THAT RAN OFF WITH MY IDEAS TO START HIS OWN STORES!
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Agent Lowe: Wait, hold on a minute. Are you saying that Price Club, and by extension Costco, were created by a dimension-hopping Sol Price?
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SCP-6108-1: They sure as hell are! Sol Price used to work for me before he decided to steal my idea and skip town! Now he jumps around to new realities, telling his counterparts the virtues of wholesale retail. Do you know how many Sol Prices out there in the Multiverse haven't founded Price Club? Zilch!
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Agent Lowe: Sorry if my colleague offended you. Mind if we continue the tour?
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SCP-6108-1: Yes, yes of course. Apologies, I get a bit heated when that place is brought up. Moving on, you can see on your left our jewelry section. Every gem is ethically sourced from deceased treasure hunters and Bakaran Blood Mines.
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Agent Lowe: Who's…that?
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Agent Lowe points towards a large-headed, blue, humanoid extraterrestrial posing nude near one of the display cases. They are covered in jewelry from head to toe, to the point that they are visibly struggling to keep their mannequin-esque pose under the weight of the decorations.
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SCP-6108-1: That's our jewelry stand, Harry. Isn't he great? Hardly any moving at all and there's like, at least ten pounds of jewelry there.
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Harry:Schlemo can I-
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SCP-6108-1: Mannequins don't talk Harry, silly goose! Moving onto the next section.
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Harry silently mouths "Help Me" to both agents as they are escorted past him.
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Agent Kroemer: That seems a bit…unethical, right?
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+SCP-6108-1: Don't be a worrywart, Kroemer! We're paying him, aren't we?
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+SCP-6108-1 momentarily speaks to someone away from the microphone.
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SCP-6108-1:We are paying him, right? Oh good. Nice.
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SCP-6108-1: Next is our hardlines, section! This is where we stock all of our electronics, home goods, and other stuff that isn't food! Feel free to take a look around.
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Agent Lowe approaches a large metal tube, which has a single circular opening near the top. The label above it reads, "Grom's Soul Sucker"
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+Agent Lowe: Hey, Schlemo, what's the deal with this-
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+Agent Lowe suddenly collapses mid-sentence as the opening in the metal tube begins sucking in what can only be described as his spirit. His horrified apparition is halfway into the machine when Charlotte steps forward and switches it off, sending Agent Lowe's soul back into his body.
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+Agent Kroemer: Holy fuck! Lowe, you alright?! That thing was sucking up your soul, man!
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+Agent Lowe:Cough.Cough. Yea, I know Kroemer. I was there. Mind explaining why I almost got ghostbustered, Schlemo?
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+SCP-6108-1: Apologies! Employees are supposed to turn off the appliances before they put them on the shelves. Who's in charge of Hardlines right now? Tom, right?
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A terrified scream can be heard from one aisle over as a rift in space opens up overhead, sucking up a human staff member.
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SCP-6108-1: No pay for a week and an hour in the Hell Dimension should teach him not to leave the appliances on, that little rascal.
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Agent Kroemer: Again, that seems a bit unethical.
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SCP-6108-1: Oh he'll be fine! He doesn't need to run faster than the demons, just the last employee I sent there! Anyways, let's move onto our Bakery and Meat departments!
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The agents are led to the rear section of the building. Upon reaching the Bakery, both agents begin to smell something exceptionally delicious.
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Agent Lowe: Schlemo, what's that smell? I've never smelled anything like it. It's…
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Agent Kroemer: Delicious!
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SCP-6108-1: That's our signature pies, a homemade recipe passed down the Schlemo genus. Charlotte, take one out for our guests so they can have a sample, please.
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Charlotte enters the bakery for a few moments before returning with a pie contained in a plastic case. As she gets closer to the agents, they both notice something strange with the dish.
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Agent Lowe: Kroemer, please tell me you also see the face in the pie. Tell me I'm not crazy.
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Pie: Eat me. Absorb me.
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Agent Kroemer: Either you're not crazy or we both are.
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SCP-6108-1: I know, I know. Humes aren't used to our sentient flour recipe. Trust me though, once you get pass the pie's masochist desire to be devoured, it's the best damn pie you'll ever eat.
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Agent Lowe: Any chance we can just go to the foods section now? Think I'm fine with skipping the meat department.
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SCP-6108-1: Fine, fine. You'll miss out on our newest addition, the Lincoln Steak, but whatever.
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Agent Kroemer: What's the-
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Agent Lowe: Probably better not to ask.
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The group is led next to the foods section, specifically the aisle containing various different types of cereals and oats. Some are resident to this reality whilst others have names inscribed in alien languages.
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Agent Kroemer: Finally, a normal looking section. There's no way you can make cereal anom-
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A series of small cries for help emanate from a nearby box labeled "Cazbo's". The box shakes and for a moment appears as if it will fall over the edge of the shelf before Charlotte pushes it back.
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Agent Lowe: Schlemo….
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SCP-6108-1: Don't tell me you guys don't have Cazbo's in your reality. It's only the most popular cereal in our store.
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Agent Kroemer: Not even the cereal was spared from the weirdness.
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Agent Lowe: I'll assume that the rest of the food aisle is about the same. How about the pharmacy, Schlemo?
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SCP-6108-1: Such a bore. Go ahead and take them to our pharmaceuticals, Charlotte.
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The agents are led past the rest of the food aisles, which appear to be stocked with a mixture of normal foods and extraversal packages. The pharmaceuticals section, surprisingly, appears much the same as its counterparts in normal wholesale retailers.
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Agent Kroemer: This seems normal. Way too normal. What's the catch here, Schlemo?
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SCP-6108-1: Catch? Why does there have to be a catch? It's all normal medications. Go on, pick up any bottle and see for yourself.
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Agent Lowe approaches one of the counters and picks up a small pill bottle. It reads "Schlemo's Skin Remover."
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SCP-6108-1: Okay, I know some humans don't shed but you can't act like it's the same for all of you across every dimension. We also have to think of our reptilian guests, y'know.
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Agent Lowe: I think that's enough for now. We should probably be taking our leave.
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SCP-6108-1: Ah c'mon, don't be like that! Hold on, just one last place. Our food court is pretty famous across the Multiverse. You have to take a look at our menu.
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Agent Kroemer: One last place couldn't hurt, right Lowe?
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Agent Lowe: Fine, show us.
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Charlotte leads both agents to the corner of the building across from the entrance. A small food court lays before them, a menu hanging over a line of registers. The menu only has a single item, "Chorizo Stew."
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Agent Kroemer: You'd think there'd be more for a extra-dimensional store…
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SCP-6108-1: You're only saying that because you don't know how good the Chorizo Stew is. Here, let's get you both some samples. CONSUELO! BRING THESE NICE GENTLEMEN SOME CHORIZO STEW!
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A series of alien screeches and gurgles emanates loudly from the kitchen behind the registers.
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SCP-6108-1: What do you mean 'It's still cooking'?! You've been cooking it for six years, damn it!
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Agent Lowe: Kroemer, I think we've seen enough.
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[End Log]
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Closing Statement: Permission for an official investigation into SCP-6108-1's claims of Sol Price's extra-dimensional knowledge is currently pending with the O5 Council. Research is also ongoing into the identity and origins of SCP-6108-1 and his enterprise, including consulting contacts in the Wanderer's Library and MC&D.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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All items listed in this document are to be kept in Site-99's Anomalous Items Wing under the strict supervision of the Department of Extraversal Affairs. Level 2 Clearance or higher is required to remove an item for study or testing purposes. We ask that all personnel remember that despite their apparent lack of danger, these items are still anomalous and thaumaturgic in nature, giving them an innate potential to cause bodily harm and breach security.
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— Henrik Flemings, Head Archivist of Site-99.
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Name: Fly on High!
+Item Description: A brand of cereal created by a company under the name of "Mcdowell's." The box describes the cereal as being enchanted by advanced sorcerers so as to give it the property of "flight." Upon opening the box the individual cereal pieces will attempt to fly away from the consumer. Having eaten one of the cereal pieces, the subject will gain the ability of flight for a short duration.
+Recovery Date: 1/21/22
+Note: Time of flight directly correlates to the amount of cereal eaten and thus far no maximum height has been determined. However, with the loss of D-3221, it has been determined that if the user falls unconscious the wings will disappear from their person.
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Name: Crum's Wholesale Fertilizer
+Item Description: A magic-imbued brand of fertilizer with the ability to grow any type of flora despite contradicting weather conditions.
+Recovery Date: 1/21/22
+Note: Has proved exceptionally useful with botanical projects at Site-99. A request for a more steady supply of the fertilizer from SCP-6108 is currently pending with the O5 Council.
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Name: Brimgo's Little Helpers
+Item Description: A bag of magic-imbued beans with the ability to sprout small humanoid creatures. They are advertised as capable of performing simple household tasks in unison, despite their miniature stature. However, the packaging warns against letting them exist for longer than a week.
+Recovery Date: 2/14/22
+Note: The creatures proved exceptionally proficient with conducting simple household chores, making up for their small stature with their advanced numbers. However, they were neutralized after two weeks when it became apparent their intelligence had rapidly accelerated to the point that they'd begun making plans to cause a site breach.
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Name: Memory Return
+Item Description: A bottle of pills sold in SCP-6108's pharmaceutical section. They give the user the ability to temporarily recall any information they are experiencing difficulties remembering.
+Recovery Date: 2/14/22
+Note: Until the side-effects of the pills have been more thoroughly researched, testing and usage of the pills is to be halted. They are exceedingly useful for helping researchers recall important info, but the ████ incident with Dr. Mendez has forced the O5 Council to reconsider their use in the facility.
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Name: Funyuns - Original Flavor
+Item Description: A seemingly normal bag of Funyuns made by Frito-Lay. However, it has the anomalous property of teleporting the consumer to a random location within two-hundred yards of their current destination.
+Recovery Date: 2/14/22
+Note: Anomalous property was discovered when Agent Hughes, thinking the bag of Funyuns was not anomalous, consumed a single chip. He was found clinging to the top of Site-99's radio tower shortly thereafter.
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Name: Charybdis - High Efficiency Top Load Washer
+Item Description: Any alerts made by the washing machine are sent telepathically to all sentient organisms in a two mile radius.
+Recovery Date: 3/01/22
+Note: Testing must be conducted in unpopulated areas. The first testing session, having been performed at Site-99, resulted in the amnesticization of nearly ███ civilians.
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Name: Jar of Raccoons
+Item Description: As the name implies, the item is a jar that contains an unknown amount of raccoons. Opening the jar releases the raccoons in rapid succession until the lid is secured. The packaging advertises the item as a fun and inexpensive children's toy.
+Recovery Date: 3/01/22
+Note: A singular testing session has been conducted with this item, resulting in the maiming of a D-Class personnel. SCP-6108-1, upon being questioned on the usage of such a product, said that the Foundation just 'didn't get fun.'
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Name: Continuously Updating Blueprints of Site-99
+Item Description: A set of blueprints that continuously change to reflect the layout of Site-99.
+Recovery Date: 3/15/22
+Note: The O5 Council immediately ordered the buyout of all copies in the store and demanded that SCP-6108-1 stop selling the product. They agreed to stop selling it in our baseline reality, under the condition that the Foundation buy their remaining stock.
This audio file was recorded during an expedition into SCP-6108. Do not be alarmed by the automatic translating, as previously stated in this document this is an anomalous attribute of SCP-6108-1.
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Good morning shoppers! I’m happy to announce that our inventory has increased with the addition of two new products! I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “Schlemo, can these new items really be that exciting?” Well let me clue you in on what we’ve got in store. Heh, little shopping pun for you there.
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The first is the Glombo 2000, the newest iteration of everyone’s favorite Swimbli exterminator. Don’t you just hate it when you come home after a long century of space-faring and find Swimbli nesting in your home? Well, fret no longer! The Glombo 2000 has a new built-in suction port that will not only suck them up, but also those pesky little domiciles of theirs. A noise-canceling feature has also been included, making their tiny screams a thing of the past!
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The second is a brand new product, never before seen on the shelves. Schlemo’s Customizable Pruler! The Pruler is made specifically for you subterranean shoppers! Tired of all those nasty litterers dumping trash in your ocean? Well, with the Pruler, you can give them a little taste of their own medicine! The Pruler, after analyzing a piece of trash, will transport it via dimensional channels right back to the person that threw it there! The Pruler comes in ten different sizes, smells, colors, and tastes.
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Remember. Schlemo’s is the place to be, for great deals for you and me!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6149 is to be kept in Site-203's parking garage. The key to SCP-6149 is to be kept in a locked box requiring two senior members of staff to unlock. Anyone Class-C or higher may request to use SCP-6149, but must obtain clearance from Site-203 Director Talbot, and must sign a waiver. No more than six people may use SCP-6149 at any time. SCP-6149 does not require maintenance, oil, or fuel. A tracker must be installed on SCP-6149 during use, and on the person of anyone using it at all times.
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Description: SCP-6149 is a blue 1968 Volkswagon van with a sticker reading "Merkavah"1 on its passenger side. Various other stickers decorate its side and rear, and it is missing a license plate. The interior of the van contains a mini-bar with an amount of alcoholic and non-alcoholic refreshments that are anomalously replenished, as well as a variety of food. The interior also contains a small drawer with one CD, one cassette tape, one eight-track tape, and one vinyl record, which alter their appearance and content according to the user's taste. All forms of recorded media contain the same ten-thousand songs, including genres of jazz, pop, blues, reggae, rock, and metal, all made between 1964 and 1997. The dashboard is equipped to play all forms of media. The fuel gauge always reads Full, while the total mileage always resets after every use. There are no registration, insurance, or dealer papers available. Any attempt to issue a new license plate results in the plate vanishing after one hour.
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SCP-6149 is omnidirectional, omnispatial, impervious to all known forms of damage, and capable of multidimensional travel; the speed at which it travels is hypothesized to be instantaneous. Once inside, any driver or passenger is completely protected from all outside forces, be they physical, thaumaturgical, cognitive, chronal, etc. As a side effect, drivers and passengers experience severe hallucinations, nausea, headaches, euphoria, lack of coordination, paranoia, time displacement, and dementia, none of which are fatal or long-term. As of the time of this recording, most of these effects can be treated, although no hallucinatory protection measures have succeeded. The origin of SCP-6149 is currently unknown, as are the identities of any previous owners.
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SCP-6149 was discovered next to a sign reading "Monkey's Eyebrow" by agents investigating the Ohio River, under supervision from Sr. Researcher Bialowieski. The team was originally sent to the area to follow up on reports of various cryptids, but were later waylaid by police reports of an unlocked "drug mule van" without a license plate "mysteriously appearing" next to the aforementioned sign. Upon arrival, Jr. Researchers Liang, Silva, and Dunharrow interviewed two officers present, one of whom had suffered hallucinations after attempting to drive the vehicle. The officer was not under the influence of any cognitohazardous effects prior to entering the vehicle, anomalous or otherwise. After offering to perform their own investigation, Liang discovered the self-replenishing refreshments; Silva sighted audio logs inside the vehicle, which were played (see Addendum-B). The logs were initially dismissed by agents and police as "the ramblings of someone under excessive drug consumption".
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Dunharrow attempted to start the vehicle, resulting in spontaneous relocation, and contact was briefly lost. Dunharrow was later recovered by an MTF team in the steppes of Mongolia, suffering from hallucinations, nausea, dementia, and loss of coordination. The vehicle was tentatively labeled as anomalous and sent back to Liang and Silva while Dunharrow recovered. The recovery team exhibited similar side effects as Dunharrow, with one agent attempting to damage the vehicle, to no effect. Both police officers were summarily given amnestics, the vehicle and its contents confiscated by the Foundation, and the audio logs were taken into consideration for possible future tests. In an attempt to return to the nearest Foundation site, Silva (under hallucinogenic influence) accidentally crashed the vehicle into an abandoned building, but the transport and passengers suffered no damage. Multiple tests were later performed (see Addendum-A).
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Addendum-A: TESTING LOGS 01 - 06
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Test 01: D-class #50050 volunteered for test. Was assigned to drive one kilometer north on Foundation test site 203-B. Departed 0703, arrived .01 seconds later, although he claimed it took "a few years". Subject emerged from van yelling about "a giant cat dressed up like a cartoon burglar, being chased by a goblin with a head five times its body mass, and an anthropomorphic rat wielding a banana chainsaw". Subject lost balance and collapsed, then vomited. Subject attempted to recite Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric" and claimed "it's all real". Subject later recovered, and since no physical harm was done, was temporarily relieved of further testing.
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Test 02: Two D-class assigned to drive to Oahu, Hawaii. Departed 0810, arrived .01 seconds later, although they each claimed separate times had passed (two minutes and eighteen centuries). Both subjects expressed extreme distrust and paranoia towards one another, despite not having any prior familiarity. Detailed an experience involving "talking pizza that asked us to play a Muddy Waters song" and "a two-headed black cat the size of a Mastiff who recreated the opening scene to 'Waiting for Godot' with itself". Both subjects later recovered, with no physical harm done.
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Test 03: Four D-class assigned to drive for thirty minutes across a mine field. Normal transportation time observed. Fourteen mines were detonated with no damage done to vehicle or passengers. Passengers emerged arguing about the Knights of the Round table, what ingredients went into a "seahorse omelet", and whether "the flying red and yellow orbs had five talons on their mechanical claws, or six". Subjects later recovered, no physical harm done.
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Test 04: Five D-class and one researcher assigned to drive to the center of Betelgeuse, collect data, and return in one hour. Departed 1722, arrived .01 seconds later according to Foundation astronomers (all passengers claimed separate amounts of time had passed). Contact cut off due to solar radiation but regained 59:59 minutes later. Vehicle returned to Foundation completely intact; passengers also intact, but each suffering from various hallucinations. All team members later recovered; data acquired during mission preserved.
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Test 05: D-class #50050 was given SCP-093 (blue) and was successfully transported. One D-class and one researcher experienced with 093 were assigned to physically recover him via transport and return him to the Foundation. Departed 0600, arrived .01 seconds later according to D-50050, who was currently under assault by SCP-093-2. Transport team rescued D-50050, but returned with SCP-507 in tow, whom none of them could account for. Despite his prior experience, D-50050 still experienced hallucinations, albeit different types. SCP-507 also experienced hallucinations but was inclined to brush them off as "a part of the world he had just been in".
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Test 06: A D-class was given a head-mounted camera and asked to drive to Venus and remain for one week, cataloguing whatever she could. Departed 0700, arrived .01 seconds later (claiming it took "maybe thirty seconds"). Subject was instructed not to leave the vehicle unless otherwise authorized. Subject consumed three meals per day and drank seven liters of ice water, one liter of grapefruit juice, 250 ml of bourbon, 500 ml of beer, and one liter of sarsaparilla over the course of the week. No ill effects from Venus were recorded on transport or subject. Subject attempted to return to Foundation but "got lost and landed in a world full of water, where dragons flew and people could use magic". Subject made three more attempts to return, citing her hallucinations as detriments. Subject made landfall on an undiscovered Earth-like exoplanet, a world "filled with bacteria big enough to cast shadows over me", and a place "colored like a black-and-white film, with people who looked like Hindu gods". Video feedback confirmed all areas were not hallucinations, but subject's descriptions of them were greatly exaggerated.
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Further tests pending approval. Indeterminate if benefits of transportation outweigh drawbacks.
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Addendum-B: Included is an edited transcribed audio log found underneath one of the passenger seats. Two civilians, who have only been identified as "Traveler" (who narrates) and "Passenger", detail a majority of their experiences, giving unique insight to SCP-6149. The Foundation is currently unable to locate the two civilians for further comment or amnestisation.
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Personal note: "Due to the nature of their experiences, I don't think amnestics are necessary. They themselves have difficulty believing it happened—and so would I." —Sr. Researcher Bialowieski
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We were about a hundred-thousand miles outside the orbit of Callisto when the visions kicked in. Up until that point they hadn't been a necessity, as our current surroundings and situation brought more than enough madness and wonder. It's not every day you find yourself flitting past the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, cosmic remains of a world we'll never know, a dead god in the Sea of Arbol. I was watching the big pervert swing his lovers around himself when things began to melt. I looked at my hand, the seats inside the van, my partner, the records, the refreshments. I looked into the surly faces of angels and demons and wonders and delights the likes of which our greatest philosophers could only dream about. Maybe I was just casting my mind back to a painting I had once seen. Things vomiting things vomiting things vomiting things. Guernica, I think. Nietzsche, you son of a bitch, I never once blinked. The hallucinations melted my foes away and I was left alone to stand victorious. I am a traveler who rides the ether, shiny and chrome in the halls of Valhalla.
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Of course, far out here, beyond the reach of our fellow sapients, I was not what you would strictly call alone. My passenger was sitting right next to me, a trillion miles away, grinning and rocking like a prisoner eternally cursed to sit on the carousel as it orbited twenty point six square feet of a wet rock. Horses in centrifugal motion, vertical vertigo up and down down and up eternal. He was having the time of his life and there was no way on El's green Tellus2 was I going to stop him.
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I swear the bastard wanted me dead. He tried to bite my El-damned arm off at least seven times…or was that me? The visions make it impossible to know, but I can't look away. There are secrets and lies and aesthetics beyond the scope of mortals, and I fear, eventually, the scope of words, or descriptions, or even experience itself. For now they are merely boiling my skull to an agreeable temperature. I'll be dead soon, unless drastic measures are taken. I stand up, lurch, flail dizzily, get knocked over, fall, the floor acquainting itself with my face. They made love for a good long while before I decided enough was enough, get a room. Man's eternal war on gravity. Luckily I had two servants who could fight back. Alley oop.
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Passenger: Shoulda buckled up like I told you.
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Traveler: Shut up. There's no friction in space. Nothing to collide into. See? Callisto's practically in another universe.
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Passenger: Big Zeus has lots of lovers. You'll smash into Ganymede or Io.
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Traveler: No I won't. Ganny and I are old friends. We trade in wine and horses.
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Passenger: (laughs hoarsely)
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Traveler: Anyway, I'm more worried about Saturn. We'll be sliced to ribbons if we're not careful.
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Passenger: I hate to break it to you, my friend, but those rings are full of rocks. We'll smash into those!
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He was right, the poor dumb bastard, but I was in no mood to play pool with the solar system. I had to act fast. Gotta get to the wheel. No time left. Only a gulf of a few million miles between us and the fury of the gods. I stumbled again. Reeling, floating, flying, falling. Damn bastard. Laughing like that.
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Passenger: Shoulda buckled up.
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This bucket's toast if I don't get up. The next thing I know I'm gripping the steering wheel like it's a rapist's throat, turning her for all she's worth. But there's no left or right in space. No interstate. Merge from nothing into nothing. No up or down, just space, only space. Hundred percent chance of imminent death. If only I had some pancakes. I could go out happy after eating some pancakes. Kit Carson's one regret was not eating enough chili. I feel you there, brother. Coming home to see you.
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By some miracle I don't have the words to describe, we miss Saturn by a fraction and end up facing the backside of Pluto. I hear laughter all around me, an invisible monster trying to punch its way out of the van, immersing us with its horrible, sweet freedom. Come at me, you bastards. I've been ready since I first wiped drool off my own chin. I show Charon my middle finger instead of the coin he wants and brace for the Kuiper belt. That'll be the end of us for certain.
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Passenger: Hey. He wants to talk to you.
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I see him cradling a lobster taco like it's the El-damned Pieta. Sauce and cheese melt in a waxy ooze as the visions get worse. The lettuce grows eyes, the lobster waving a microphone around, demanding that I speak now, or forever hold my peace. There's an army of well-dressed orangutans watching me, and I am an Eskimo. I look away, terrified, into the void, eminent death looming, Kuiper and Oort and the blanket of endless oblivion some dickless joker decided to call space.
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Traveler: Tell him to leave a message!!
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I lunge at the window, smashing my arms through, penetrating into the beyond. I am suddenly Luonnotar, birthing ancient wizards in a pool of knowledge. I am Krishna, telling Arjuna to shut the fuck up and murder his family. I am the loom Penelope weaves as she fights off her suitors. I am Roland, Charlemagne's champion. I am the blade that cuts off Marie Antoinette's head. Damn, what a waste. She seemed like a nice girl. The visions only get worse from there, so I buckle up.
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Traveler: Can't this thing go any faster?!
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Passenger: As your podiatrist, I advise you to push down on the thing that's next to the other thing. The brake.
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Traveler: Are you crazy? That'll kill us for sure!
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Passenger: The stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of Hades…
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Traveler: That's not how the song goes! Sing it right or I'll bite your ears off! Don't you know who I am?
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Passenger: Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Mata Hari Krishna.
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Traveler: That's right! I'm John Mother-Loving Pemberton3! Remember my name!
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I lunge at him, thinking I can drive him off a cliff if I can grasp his steering wheel tight enough. Then I remember the buckle. Damn. I'd better stay where I am, I thought. I don't want to shatter to pieces again. Not this cowboy.
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Time and space fold out, stretch, become mere words, labels for fools, easy purchase to grab hold of. I'm not even sure we're in the same galaxy anymore. The van said it wanted to go to Monkey's Eyebrow4, but it may as well be Atlantis or Brigadoon. Hell, anything goes. Rules are the support beams that keep a house from falling on itself—and we were camping in nothing but our sleeping bags. I looked down to make sure I was at least wearing pants. Good. I'd hate to get picked up by aliens only for them to laugh at me. El-damned bastards would probably laugh no matter what, but I'll show them. You think I'm funny? Well, I think your mother's funny!
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My companion has sawed off enough logs to support a dozen houses. How I envy his ability to rest at a time like this. Poor dope. It would be cruel to wake him now. Maybe if the aliens are carrying lasers, though. But would I really do it? No doubt the bastard would throw me into the crossfire if it meant ten more seconds of life for him. I had to get out of this buckle before he noticed me. My hands were like duck's feet, flapping uselessly against a Gordian knot of indescribable proportion. Damn. Well, we were both in the same boat now. That poor fool buckled himself in as well, so El only knows which one of us the aliens will disintegrate first.
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The van saw a place where it could defecate to its heart's content, and El be blessed we could breathe the air. I didn't want to leave but you better believe I wanted to give Armstrong a piece of my mind. Here's one for you, Michael Collins, I thought to myself, before falling down flat on the surface. One giant leap, indeed.
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Traveler: Fuck. The rocks taste like old chewing gum.
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You win this round, Neil.
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[Edit: intermittent moments of silence, shuffling, cursing, and quick verbal exchanges between Traveler and Passenger.]
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Passenger: What do you think this planet's called?
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Traveler: We should name it. We'll go down in history!
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Passenger: Don't do that, man. You gotta respect the binomial nomenclature.
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Traveler: Ahuh. Spell it for me!
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Passenger: Spell what?
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Traveler: Binomial nomenclature.
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Passenger: (laughs) Do I look like I'm still in school? Let's ask the natives.
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Traveler: I'm naming it Fitzcarraldo. To hell with the gods.
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Passenger: As your step-uncle's foster child, I advise you not to fucking blaspheme.
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Traveler: All the worlds in our solar system are named after gods. It's time we give some other poor schmuck a chance.
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Passenger: What do you think the natives look like?
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Traveler: Could be anything for all we know. Our fiction cannot compare to what facts lie beyond that horizon. I just hope they're wearing pants.
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The aliens came by and spoke perfect Xhosa. Most movies just assume English is universal. It always bothered me when the aliens in Star Trek said “How do you do, good to see you”, as if the Norman invasion had been interplanetary. Star Wars got it right. Luckily my passenger was a translator of sorts. He got them to understand we were travelers, hungry and thirsty and saddle-sore. It may have been part of the visions, but they treated us well. I didn't mind the woolly mammoths so much, even if they did have an extra set of eyes. No, it was the cactus that worried me. It gave me some pretty nauseating ice cream and told me to make way for their conquest. I knew I needed to get a robot to stomp him out, or else, the Golden Girls would be doomed. And I'd never be able to live with myself in a world like that.
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I had to burn all the science-fiction tropes out of my mind, confront things afresh, think like an alligator. Words like Take Me to Your Leader won't work in this civilization. We move somewhere anyway, likely to be gutted and skinned and sauteed. They say human meat tastes like sweet pork. Well get trichinosis, you bastards. I read War of the Worlds, I know how things go down. We stop, they argue; about what, I couldn't say. Cooking methods. Sexual deviancy. What shape the clouds are. Hell, maybe they have elections here, too.
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Traveler: You can't stop here! This is Wubalu territory!!
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Passenger: They're gone now. I used the spray.
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Traveler: Oh yeah? How much of that stuff do we have left?
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Passenger: Enough to fill a bathtub. As your severed Siamese twin I advise you to soak yourself in it for three hours.
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Traveler: Hmm? You mean marinade? You wanna encourage them?
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Passenger: You'll come out smelling like a rotten kumquat. You'll grow knives on your fingers and teeth in your belly. They won't send their insurance agents after you in that condition.
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Traveler: That's a good point. Hey.
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Passenger: What?
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Traveler: You suppose they're friendly?
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Passenger: People are alike all over. Watch the fucking Twilight Zone. Go work in retail for a month. Fucking savages. They're the ones who belong in a zoo. Not these El-damned arthropods.
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Traveler: Those are woolly mammoths. Extinct on our world.
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Or maybe we had gone back in time. No matter. We rode on scorpions halfway through the alkali flatlands, stopping to watch a firebrand escape confinement. No astronaut feces up there, my friends. Only real genuine stars falling from grace. Wait: were we in Texas? Had we only traveled a few miles and not across dimensions of gaping reality? I had my passenger ask them for a steak. If it's one thing Texans know, it's their beef. I ended up looming over a plate of what I prayed was purple spaghetti, which tasted like car oil and made me see the truths in colors and desires. Then I took a leak and rainbows came out of me. I felt like an angel, micturating upon the world, wondering how the bacteria felt to be sprayed with such vitriol. At least there was honest gasoline in the joint. But did we really only come here for a pit stop? I stood staring at the wasteland void, the van silently profiling the universe, apathetic and apoplectic to our struggle. Monkey's Eyebrow.
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Traveler: You mean literally?!
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I was compelled to open it up and play Janice Joplin. Turned her up as loud as I could. Killed the world for the sake of short-term tinnitus. Forbade myself to play the Monkees. I never liked them. Dilettantes! Give me the Stones or the Quarrymen5 any day.
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I asked the aliens if they had any maps. Charles Atlas lowered his burden so I could study. Here, There, and Everywhere. Loved that song. I placed a hundred fingers on our current location and asked where the hell could I find some pancakes. Fool, you just ate. Focus. Monkey's Eyebrow. The sooner you get there, the sooner this nightmare can end. But who was I kidding? This was the greatest moment of my life. I had just eaten food not of my world in the presence of beings who resembled cacti and giant moths, and we were debating maps of worlds our current astronomers could only dream of. Well, there was no Monkey's Eyebrow here. They'd never heard of it. Join the club, brothers.
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Back in the van. This thing can go anywhere. Not only omnidirectional, but omnispatial, too, and that's not even limited to our own space. Oh no. Planes of existence the likes of which only Hugo Award winners understand. Dimensions and realities and times and places and esoteric realms that defy dictionaries. The cosmos at our fingertips, or at least most of it. Can't get to heaven on roller skates, the girls used to sing—or in this case, a 1968 Volkswagen van. Can't get to Hell either, but we've come damned close so far. It wants us to go to Monkey's Eyebrow, wherever or whatever that is. Gonna be difficult when you're peeling out of a world filled with mothmen and purple spaghetti. Probably gets tougher when you stare down the barrel of a hostile marble swirling topaz and amethyst. Not my choice, though. My passenger's at the wheel. What was it Tina Turner said in Beyond Thunderdome? Hell if I know. I'm almost certain my mind's been shot.
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Another world. We'll be dead soon. It's raining green fire and the trees have cock's wattles for leaves. I see two enormous white legs without a body trying to crack one open, while another approaches us, curious and servile. I grab for my pistol and brandish Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet instead. Damn. But maybe music's a universal language.
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Passenger: Show him Boston. Bon Jovi's garbage anyway.
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Traveler: He doesn't have ears! How would he know the difference?!
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Passenger: Beethoven was deaf. Listen to the Sixth Symphony and tell me there's no difference.
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The bastard was right, damn him. I was about to swap but the creature just bowed, showing his guts to the whole world. Astonishing. I didn't know they made kidneys in that color. I looked around and saw myself with a hammer, helping one of the leg-creatures forcefully shove something into the tree. When did I volunteer for this, I wondered, and what does it taste like? I knew I wanted nothing to do with it, but there was no negotiating with these creatures. No ears, and no head, either. I played Boston when I got the chance and it seemed to win them over. I'd kiss that poor bastard if he wasn't making a mockery of himself.
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The next world had colors like spumoni ice cream, and air so intoxicating I regurgitated whatever those cockswattle trees spat out. The aliens had never seen someone vomit before and decided that I had insulted their god and sacred land. They dunked my head in iced sherbet no less than thirteen times as penance, and I came out reeking of burned-out cathode ray tubes. Their brats wouldn't stop playing with me after that, and I didn't have the energy or willpower to shoo them away. My partner hit the ground first this time, proclaiming something about dreams and reality before issuing a vulgarity I'd just as soon not repeat. It's my turn to drive next, and by hook or crook, we're going to get some El-damned chili.
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Passenger: Check it out.
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And then, the women. Lexicography fails me. I had to speak in trembling tears. Joy and exultation emanated from my face like I was the Madonna. They had to be at least thirty feet tall, only two of them, thank El, because I knew my eyes wouldn't be able to handle any more. It might have been worth it, though, and if I had to choose one last glorious spectacle before I was thrust into the void of nothing for eternity, it would be these women. By El! I stood in Gulliver's shoes beholding Brobdignagian goddesses. One had copper hair, one had gold. Skin like bleu cheese, seven eyes harsh and unforgiving, priestesses to an all-encompassing fertility mother. I could have stared at anything for the rest of my life, but I was fixated on their teeth. I knew I'd never hold it against these titanic women if they decided to eat me. Go ahead, Empresses. It would be my life's honor. Instead they lifted their skirts, each revealing a phallus as large as I was. Well. Certainly something you don't see every day. Were they transgendered, androgynous, or just naturally…that way? Gulliver never had to deal with this sort of alien anatomy. I'll bet not even Harlan Ellison, that rat pervert, could have dreamed of something like this. Well, they both had their way with me, such as it is, and my road was bliss and glory and suffering of the most envious sort. I can only imagine the torture they put my friend through.
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Space again. Darkness peppered with the salt of stars. I sneezed but kept my eyes on the road. He was in back, counting all the liquor. We had enough to get half of Munster drunk, food enough to feed a Super Bowl crowd, and music that no computer could count or catalog. I had to wonder what sort of fuel this thing ran on. Crystals, pyramid power, alien technology, cold fusion, dark matter. The laughter of children. The tears of peasants. Mustard. Blood. Cyanide. Those women put me through a lot. I'll never forget them. No woman on Tellus could compare, but they say our girls are easy. Little hills compared to the Kilimanjaro I'd climbed. No action like that in our universe, and I don't dare try another. Not because I don't believe there isn't anything better, but only because I don't want to spoil my soup. I'd end up a voracious pervert, carrying around a bowl with no bottom, constantly imbibing until it killed me. No, let me reach the apex; let me look out over those purple mountain's majesty on the horizon. Let me savor the smile of El and seek not higher plateaus. Let me feel joy in contentment. Hell, if Walt Whitman could do it, why not me? I'd go down trying, at least, mark my words.
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They were hideous the next world over. Fish that walked upright, deer antlers growing out of snake's bodies, an owl with heads where its wings should be, cruel birds with bull's horns. A mishmashed menagerie. I was almost certain the visions had stopped by now. Would we even know the difference? By El, that thought alone confined me to the van while my partner cozied up to the locals. There are only so many Pomegranate seeds you can eat before you find yourself at the Chapel O' Love standing pretty next to the Hadean sailor. Nietzsche, you adorable chunky bastard, I take it all back. I have become the monster. I could no longer discern the visions from the awful spectacle we were thrusting ourselves into. Who was I to say there wasn't a literal beast with two backs out there? Or that I only had one thumb on each hand? What in El's green Tellus was wrong with this van? Or was it the van? What if some cosmic radiation…
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Passenger: I tried to tip the usher. Gave him a bottle of rum with a lime. We were out of ice.
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Traveler: Oh? Now there's a kingly ransom.
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Passenger: They think I murdered him. The crooked little cockroach was still alive when they chased me out, I swear! Now they're after my blood. I gave at the office, you freaks!
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Traveler: Tell him to go eat a melon. That always does the trick for me. Sleep it off. They're not allergic to water, are they?
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Passenger: They're gonna kill us. They'll flay all the skin off my bones and make you listen to El-damned polka music until your amygdala explodes. Don't laugh. It's a fate worse than death.
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Passenger: I was just trying to be friendly. I woulda killed for a bottle of rum three months ago.
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The aliens couldn't hurt us in the van, not even with the fury of a hundred armies. They threw all kinds of horrific shit at us, stuff that would suck the fire out of the most bloodthirsty lieutenant. I am Thomas de Torquemada's foot, bulbous with gout. I am Genghis Khan, smoking quietly at four in the morning. I am Anne Frank, invincible, rising out of her grave to exact vengeance. They could blow up the whole world and it wouldn't change a thing. They were an ugly people and probably deserved to be left off the genome list, but I had pity for the gruesome suckers, and left them behind. I am Odysseus, setting fire to the lotus-eaters. I am Bran the Blessed, drinking deep of Dagda's cauldron. I am the tripitaka bearer who can't seem to catch a break.
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Passenger: You're more like the Tin Man. No heart inside that hollow chest of yours. Cold as steel. Just take us to Monkey's Eyebrow already.
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I looked it up. Monkeys everywhere. Flying, going into space, blowing raspberries, carrying Fay Wray up the Chrysler building. If I was the Tin Man, does that make my passenger the Wicked Witch? Calm down. Settle. Time flows differently in the van. Your watch says you've been gone since the Cretaceous. Don't trust it. This is the wardrobe. The green witch and the white witch. Relax. Monkey's Eyebrow. No, it definitely wasn't a literal term. Silly. There are hundreds of monkeys in the universe. The van went through the trouble of capitalizing those two letters. It couldn't possibly be someone's name. I sneered at the vinyl of Headquarters. Davy Jones stared back, embracing his Nietzsche. I cleared my head, rubbing my eyes, defying the sand that had built up. Sand, sand. Not those Monkees. Me and Michael Collins had a destination in mind, not a man. Destination, destination. I was Odysseus, stopping at gas stations to ask for directions. Bran the Cursed. Monkey's Eyebrow. A place, a location. Foolish. Shoulda thought of that sooner.
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Passenger: You figure that out on your own, or did you get Hercule Poirot to help you?
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Traveler: I'm Inspector Closeau, you jackass! It's a place, a locality, somewhere with X-and-Y coordinates!
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Traveler: Shut up. Enough with the Jonathan Swift. These aliens are eating enough babies as it is. Where the hell is Monkey's Eyebrow?
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Passenger: Why don't you rope Vasco de Gama in for the ride?
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Traveler: Would if I could. Here, take the wheel. What did you do with that map those aliens gave us?
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Passenger: I turned it into a coat. I turned it into a pumpkin. We're riding on a turnip across fields of dreams.
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I only had two hands, but I did as he asked. Why not? Every man deserves a last request. The black hole was imposing, but I had a feeling we could take it. Physics was flaunted that day, my friends, and the impossible became mundane. All the same, it felt like I was giving birth to myself, simultaneously running forwards and backwards while I spun in a circle, waiting for a knife-thrower to hit me in the jugular. I am all ten of Vishnu's avatars in a chorus line. I am a single drop of water cast into the breeze. I am Neil Simon's gizzard. I am…
We were balanced precariously on the Pillars of Creation when wholesale nirvana hit me like one point oh three tons of brick and mortar. The visions, the van, my passenger, the spaghetti and the cactus. Summoning the spirit of Humphrey Bogart to help us. Dragging our bisected corpses across hot coals to meet the man behind the curtain. A dream so vivid, one can no longer distinguish between reality and falsehood. A man dreaming he is a butterfly.
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Passenger: Over the edge, compadre! We fell into it and came out the other end. Right smack into the middle of an El-damned black hole. Cajones of a titan.
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Traveler: Just don't forget, Saturn cut his father's genitals off. Kumarbi performed fellatio and got pregnant! And what if Metis crash-lands into Jupiter? The bust of Pallas upon my chamber door, Kemosabe!
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And here I was winning a solitaire tournament. But brass tacks were required. No more lollygagging. So what if I was a butterfly? The van needed to get somewhere, and it had chosen us, though El only knows why. Luck of the draw, I suppose. Salutations, Ed McMahon, wherever you are. So, Monkey's Eyebrow. Well, what do you know. Back on Tellus. We had taken the long way around.
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Traveler: Boy, you said a mouthful. Patrick Henry himself was no less eloquent.
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Traveler: Never mind, we've got to get out of here. The black hole's going to give birth to a universe if we don't hurry.
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Passenger: Meteor showers, baby showers. A Swift decision.
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Traveler: That's not funny, you psychotic. Don't you know you'll get trichinosis?
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Passenger: I'm a vegetarian, you know that. My meat tastes like tofu.
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Traveler: Now that is something I believe you know. But we're going to Kentucky, so pipe down. I am a bowling ball dreaming I'm a plate of sashimi!
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I didn't know where we were after that. I blinked and found myself in a diner, confronted with the villainy of a sandwich I knew I'd hate, stale coffee, and worst of all, music from three decades ago playing on a nonstop loop. Dear El, I was surrounded by old people. How did they live like this? Did they enjoy such bland mediocrity? Didn't they know there was better stuff waiting for them—even here, in this wretched hovel? Dig in the dirt deeply enough and you're gonna find a diamond. But no, they were Bunyan's muckraker, refusing to leave his shit of a world for the golden crown right above his head. I lifted up the bread a little—plain white, I think. It wasn't even toasted. I may as well be eating Styrofoam. It had El-damned tomatoes in it. Of course it did, why not. I knew, then, that I was in Hell. I looked around for Hitler and found my companion instead. Maybe I should take my chances with the sandwich, I thought. No, best to get out of here. Monkey's Eyebrow and mermaids await us.
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The Creature from the Black Lagoon was out there, and my friend swore she was friendly. She? What about the Gill-man, I thought. Hate me if you must, but all fish look the same to me. No lorelai, rusalka, or siren was this, my friends, but honest scales and fins and even whiskers, whiskers on an El-damned woman. Hell, I thought, it couldn't be worse than the giants. I'll bet catfish are perfectly decent companions, so long as you don't let them drink scotch. We spoke to Gill-woman about our quest. She told us to fry up one of her subjects, touch the scales, and lick the grease off our fingers. Who the hell do you think I am, lady? Taliesin? Or was it Gwion Bach? I can't keep my facts straight. Butterflies thinking they're Evel Kineval. Bowling balls waking up one morning next to Marilyn Monroe. We weren't even in the van and already the visions were playing hockey with my mind.
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[Edit: a long period of silence follows. The recording stops and starts intermittently.]
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Passenger: It's too early in the year for Sirius to be out. See? You can't even see Orion.
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Traveler: Not the stars, you dope. Look, look. See? There, a dog, circling around the world. A pooch sent into orbit that just kept on going7. Oh! It's coming over here! Stay right where you are, my friend. Dream of Andromeda and Libra. Let Ophiuchus heal you. I'm better with animals.
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[Edit: the sound of a slap is heard. Screaming and cursing follows.]
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We were playing Boston when we hit the next planet. They all looked human, gray and green skin with yellow and orange. They were a warrior people, greeting us with spears and loincloths and guns ripped right out of Flash Gordon. I should have been terrified, but Brad Delp was telling me to Cool the Engines, and who was I to argue with the dead? The natives soon became entranced with our music, dancing until the album ended. I put on Appetite for Destruction, and hostility became an anachronism. Welcome to the jungle. Festivities were made in our honor, and the sweet beauty of hard rock and heavy metal was distributed to an alien culture that had once only known violence and warfare. There was food like I had never seen before, and beer, and love was spent freely, and dancing, so much dancing. These people had wanted to party for generations but never had the impetus until we came along. Kirk and Spock would've turned tail and run, but not us. The Prime Directive is truth and beauty, my friends. By El, it was glorious.
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[Edit: The audio log stops. When it begins again, there is another long period of silence. Background noise consisting of yawning, scratching, and burping. Passenger hums the fourth movement of Beethoven's Fifth symphony.]
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We had come to the last wall of our journey. The flaming mountain besieging princess Iron Fan and her father the Bull King. Charybdis and Scylla. Sobriety. What a state of mind, and no melons in sight. Agony which no mortal should be faced with. Hot needles jabbed into your skull over and over ad nauseum until your world blurs. Groaning, pain, wailing. The realization that you left your humanity behind long ago. The desire for hot drink, isolation, recuperation. My passenger was right: pain was reality, and reality was all around me, and had become a part of me. Personally, I'd rather walk across hot coals, but it kept me focused, made me drive on. Monkey's Eyebrow, but why? Why the desire to find us, take us on this strange journey, only to end up here, in all the cosmos, of all times? Come to me, Martin Heidegger, battle awaits. Help me, Auguste Comte, you're my only hope.
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I asked my friend to hit me again. Monkey's Eyebrow. I tried getting the van to tell me where it was but all I got was the pleasant purring sound only a '68 Volkswagen could make. We drove again. I wondered, if we did see Sirius and Orion and helped rescue Andromeda from the monster, could we follow the second star from the right and run smack into Neverland? Don't answer, my friend, don't answer. It's bad enough I'm the one driving. My lookout alerted me of a diner, and I thought to myself, finally, some pancakes.
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They were cooked perfectly. This was the sort of place that didn't screw around with their flapjacks. Big as the plate they put it on. Burnt just so on one side, fluffy as a pillow, the faintest hint of sweetness permeating. I didn't even add any syrup. Just butter and a fork. Well, Kit Carson, I did better than you at least. Now I can die a happy man. My friend had to ask about Monkey's Eyebrow since my mouth had entered the highest state of bliss. The waiter hadn't heard of it but one of our fellow patrons did. Gave us good directions and everything. Asked us why we were heading that way. Were we checking off every weird name in the country? Sure, pal, sure. We've already been to Cucamonga, Boring, and Walla Walla, and now we're on our way to Kissimmee. Felicitations were passed all around as I polished off my last meal and drank what was left of my milk. Final stretch.
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Focus now. Focus. Ignore the visions. They can't get to you in this van. The Germans made it too well. Or hell, maybe we really were driving Merkavah. Maybe El in his wisdom lent it to us so we could see truth and beauty and horror, us out of billions in the world, and now we had to give it back. And then, my companion gave me the answer in all his psychotic rambling.
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By El, that was it. We were in a relay race. The van's previous owner, if it had one, had dropped it off in front of us after going on their own psychedelic excursion. Now it was our turn. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take this van from point A to point B. What you do with it in the meantime is up to you. Go see the universe. Ride on scorpions. Make love to giants. Bring revolution to the masses. Offend cultures. Vomit starlight and moonbeams. Get lost. Eat pancakes. Imagine yourself as Daniel Boone's coonskin cap. You'll know when you're ready to move on. Your path will light up. Just follow the yellow brick road, and keep your pants on.
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We stopped. Got out. Monkey's Eyebrow. Just a humble green sign next to a road in Kentucky. They say it's the journey and not the destination you must embrace, but they couldn't understand the jubilation we felt in that moment. To know that this was real, that we were real, and we were here and alive. We too had been part of the circus of Dr. Lao. Now it was time for someone else to take the keys and continue the race. Drive, my friends. Drive where you please. Stop and go. Shove your schnozz into flowers and don't give a rip what the bees think. Make snow angels in the nude. Surf on waves of pure ether. Ride shiny and chrome in the halls of Annwyn. Get seduced by cat women and four-armed men, or whatever you're into. I wouldn't fuck a porcupine if I were you, and definitely don't trust the cactus. But take it. Take it and drive. And may El have mercy on your soul.
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I looked at him. He looked at me. We didn't shake hands; we didn't embrace; we merely nodded. We both understood that we had shared an experience so extraordinary, no kind of intimacy or camaraderie would ever satisfy it. And now some other unlucky soul's going to go through that same hell. I can't say I envy them, but who knows? Maybe they'll enjoy it. Maybe they'll learn something out there, in the vast limitless cosmos. Or maybe they'll just lose themselves. I guess my companion and I had a little bit of both, but this is where our story comes to a close. In our end was someone else's beginning. Right now, we were just two tired men, crossing the threshold of a road in the middle of nowhere, passing a proverbial torch along. Just two more freaks in the freak kingdom.
Notification from The Dept. Of Anomalous Communications and Relations
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Dr. Bright, accompanied by his handler at an Anomalous Victims Meeting. Dr. Bright was and currently is suffering from Multiple Semi-Personality Overlap.
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Special Containment Procedures: The corpse of SCP-6170 is stored in a Cryogenic Biovault at Area-34. Personnel are allowed access with permission from the SCP-6170 Project Head and one member of the O5 Council. Under no circumstances is the corpse of SCP-6170 to be dissected, modified, or otherwise desecrated. .Draugr-Class Objects are considered Neutralised or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them.
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Anomalies affected or created by SCP-6170-A are to be catalogued underneath a SCP-6170-B designation, but still retain a main database slot. If at all possible, SCP-6170-B instances are to be decommissioned.
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Description: SCP-6170 refers to a sentient entity that, until an incident in mid-2016, existed within ██████████, Ohio. SCP-6170 demonstrated stabilizing effects on anomalous phenomena, not just in its general vicinity but throughout reality. Objects with anomalous traits brought close to SCP-6170 would have these properties diminished, or in some cases, outright nullified.
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In mid-2016, due to circumstances outside of the Foundation's control, SCP-6170 was fatally wounded via gunshot wound. At first, no negative effects from its death were recorded and SCP-6170 was classified as Neutralised. However, recent analysis indicates that this incident has resulted in an increased amount of anomalous activity.For context, the amount of SCPs classified per year in 1976 was 3,406. In 2010 it was 5,231, in 2015 it was 5,754, and in 2017 it was 19,233.. Some preexisting anomalies have exhibited drastic changes in their nature, further deviating from normalcy. This ongoing event has been classified as SCP-6170-A.
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DEATH OF SCP-6170
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Alongside the increased rate of anomalous activities noted above in the Description, a sharp increase in what could be considered "negative" events has occurred. This has ranged from the installation of dictatorships in third-world countries to an up-mark in the amount of annual natural disasters. On top of this, many preexisting anomalies have shown alterations to their anomalous properties. In many of these cases these alterations have resulted in properties that either pose a greater risk to human life or actively attempt to break the Veil. Below is a non-exhaustive list of anomalies affected by SCP-6170-A.
During a containment breach two weeks after the death of SCP-6170, SCP-682 managed to escape into a local mountain range. After a month of searching, SCP-682 was discovered to have turned into a fleshy, stationary structure resembling a dead tree. Instead of fruits, SCP-682 bears small, reptilian-like organisms. The organisms demonstrate the same adaptability and regenerative ability as SCP-682. While they regenerate at a much slower pace and have shown to be capable of being terminated, they still pose a considerable threat.
The "minds" SCP-963 had previously overridden have all simultaneously resurfaced, causing irreparable damage to the psyche of Dr. Jack Bright. While it was originally believed that the individuals SCP-963 were completely destroyed, this development has revealed that the amulet stores them in a similar fashion to SCP-3663. This has resulted in a condition similar to Multiple Semi-Personality Overlap, in which more than one individuals attempt to co-exist within the same body and exert control over the others.
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SCP-4999's anomalous ability pattern has completely reversed, appearing at birthings, handing the father a cigar, and holding the newborn child. SCP-4999 has made itself known to the public, sometimes appearing on the news. However, one trait is retained, SCP-4999 does not speak. SCP-4999 has become an icon, becoming the subject of many birthday cards, and gaining nicknames such as "Giver of Life" or "Father Birth".
Before its neutralization, SCP-2000's BZHRs had begun to malfunction. Incomplete humans were being produced at a massive scale, causing severe damage to SCP-2000's structural integrity. This led to a collapse of the facility's structure, rendering it unusable.
Throughout the world, multiple unrelated species of the Mammalia, Reptilia, Aves, and Amphibia classes suddenly gained sapience. A myriad of animal civilizations formed throughout the world, most of which follow a social order similar to SCP-1845. A majority of these feudal civilizations follow a denomination of Christianity which states that Adam and Eve were in fact two prokaryotic cells given life by God. Their beliefs also postulate that all non-hominoids are the true inheritors of the Earth, and that humans are merely a roadblock put there by the Devil. While a majority of these civilizations have yet to show active hostility towards humans, some of the pre-established ones (such as SCP-1845 and SCP-3932-Δ) have declared war on humanity at large.
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The character "Dave" within SCP-5441 had become aware and attacked amnestics distributers during the monthly amnestic procedures with a pepper spray canister taped underneath his desk. "Dave" then informed the other inhabitants of SCP-5441 of their current situation. They have all since become aware. Regular practices inside SCP-5441 have halted. The individuals within SCP-5441 are close to escaping.
Preface: As Dr. Bright was directly affected by SCP-6170-A, it was decided that interviewing him might yield valuable information on the situation. Due to his current status, Dr. Akabi Hayk, a Foundation parapsychologist, was chosen to conduct the interview.
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[Dr. Jack Bright is restrained to his chair with metal clamps over his wrists and ankles. Dr. Akabi Hayk is seated opposite of him.]
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Dr. Akabi Hayk: For the reco-
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Dr. Jack Bright: Upgh ssay.
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Dr. Hayk: -rd, I am Dr. Akabi Hayk, a Foundation employee specialising in parapsychology. And I am currently interviewing-
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Dr. Bright: I am not not now I but sure I am not now I but now I am now I believe I am now I was once I am not not sure Jack Bright.
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Dr. Hayk: -for possible information on… the current situation.
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Dr. Bright: The gawks, furthe rushed by the death of worlds, furthe rush of entropy, caused by the gawks, thered by thered by us.
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Dr. Hayk: Uh, yeah, that. I was chosen for this due to both my profession and my history with this, uh.. prick.
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Dr. Bright: Us once cursed you thank you there. I We Us once cursed you for thank you for enlightening us with there. I We Us once cursed you there or that event. But now us with that plant, but now us we you for thank you for that event. But that event.
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Dr. Hayk: Alright, so, Jack, could you tell me what exactly has happened to you?
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Dr. Bright: This try took a while and and shattering of its death. The come animals of it into million throughout top, but souls of all of out the to crawl bastion the fallen. The souls I to too to reverberated those damned rats have fracturing of its have fracturing of pieces. It the to thoses. I am on the toll of allen. The fall thoses. I overwrote have cosmose poor people are many, and shattering of pieces. I try to crawl bast bastions of allen. The fracturing it into mind and shattering my necking of all th
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Dr. Hayk:…I see. So… this has something to do with the death of SCP-6170.
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Dr. Bright: SCP-6170's unfortunate demise caused this. Is this. Is that well. Yes, SCP-6170's unfortunate demise caused this. Is that well. Yes, SCP-6170's unfortunate demise caused that we're calling the man? Very.
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Dr. Hayk: Wait, wait, I understood that! '6170's unfortunate demise caused this!' Hah! Ok, ok, this- this is a start! Is there anything you can tell me about 6170? About all of this… all this shit going on?
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Dr. Bright: Yee, man. 6170 made change me hard, very diff. Heros, and not the path. God them how them how them what God those Bookburners, those Bookburners, the progress of and ask those Bookburners, the path. Go not the path it is going doomed them how the world. Ask the path it is not that Saints, they killed. SCP-6170, the world is not them how those Heros, is going down they killed. SCP-6170, the progress of not them how they killed. Ask them what Saint amongst Saints.
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Dr. Hayk: Bookburners… Saints… There's a couple of religious groups within the GOC's Council of 108.. Is that what you're telling me, Bright? They have something to do with this?
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Dr. Bright: I members themselves, ask thing to do with of SCP-6170. You must ask themselves, ask the death of SCP-6170. You must ask the Bookburners them how themselves, ask they poisoned themselves, ask themselves, ask the Bookburners have not what I members have no!
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Dr. Hayk: Poisoned themselves… You said something about a god.. was 6170 a god?
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[Dr. Hayk grabs her PDA, searching for something within the Foundation database.]
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Dr. Hayk: The Satanist Scientist's whole thing is killing gods, and if 6170 was indeed a god, then… I need to go and make some calls.
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[Dr. Hayk gathers her notes into a neat pile before quickly walking out of the interview room.]
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[Dr. Bright sighs, slumping in his chair.]
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ADDENDUM.6170.4
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PROJECT ATTIS
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Abstract: Project Attis was commissioned by Dr. Cole Thereven, and assigned to MTF-PSI-8, for the revival of SCP-6170. During its lifetime, baseline reality was unaffected, carrying on as per usual. After Its death, the anomalous began to diverge from their usual abilities, and Hume levels dropped.
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Project Information: The revival of item SCP-6170 is important to normalcy and to the survival of mankind.
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Several actions are in order, In the category of Anomalous technology integration, and thaumaturgic rituals. During the SCP-6170 event, SCP-447 went through a sublimation process, turning into a gas. It was eventually decided upon to combine item SCP-447 with the disposed corpse of D-1512134. listed below is an interview, categorized as a peak event in the SCP-6170 process.
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SCP-447, during its initial fusion.
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Interviewer: Dr. Cole Thereven
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Preface:After SCP-447 came in contact with the corpse, the corpse was reanimated. Dr. Cole Thereven was called to make contact with the newly created SCP-447-2, since it displayed signs of sapience when it was startled by several foundation personnel.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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SCP-447-2: Dammit, this body has really gotten a beating. What the hell happened to it?
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Dr. Thereven: Best you're gonna get. Shall we start the interview?
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SCP-447-2: …..
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Dr. Thereven: Who are you?
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SCP-447-2: Well, I was a warrior, for starters. But that hasn't been for a long time if you know what I mean.
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Dr. Thereven: What do you mean?
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SCP-447-2: For the longest time I've been trapped in that thing of slime. Immortality, tight living space.
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Dr. Thereven: How did you get trapped in it?
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SCP-447-2: Well, I was a poor man, then. I went to the maze, to fight that damn cow, and earn a little something.
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Dr. Thereven: Wait- are you talking about a minotaur?
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SCP-447-2: Well, but of course. And by the gods, they didn't fucking tell me there would be a monster cube running about, in addition to the jacked-up bull.
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Dr. Thereven: Ok? Then?
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SCP-447-2: Hold on, son. I'm old. I cant recount with your voice echoing through my head, so shut.
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Dr. Thereven:sigh of course.
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SCP-447-2: Let's see- I went to fight the minotaur, in the maze-
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Dr. Thereven: You already covered that.
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SCP-447-2: -and the cube came up right behind me and just- knocked me over. I guess I bit off a bit more I could chew. (nervously laughs)
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Dr. Thereven: Ok- we're getting somewhere now. (Dr. Thereven takes a clipboard from the table, and a pen and begins to write) Anything else?
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SCP-447-2: It almost felt like I was sharing a body with something…. unhuman. Just was really weird for many years. We just stayed in the maze. I started to learn that-
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Dr. Thereven: Yes?
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SCP-447-2: I had a stale soul. It was being preserved by the goop. But it could all change if I found a vessel. I roamed the world for so long, trying to find one. I soon found myself at the sunniest place I've felt for a long time. So many people populating the place.
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Dr. Thereven: And?
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SCP-447-2:And then you pissants came along, locked me up.
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SCP-447-2: I've got a question.
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Dr. Thereven: Yup?
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SCP-447-2: Why is it that I was brought back?
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Dr. Thereven: The death of SCP-6170. It turned you into a gas. We thought combining you with a corpse would help, but that's not looking so good right now…
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SCP-447-2: SCP-6170? What's that?
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Dr. Thereven: Well um… [REDACTED PER O5 COUNCIL REQUEST]
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SCP-447-2: By Zeus!!!
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Dr. Thereven: What?
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SCP-447-2: That thing is a god- quite a force to be reckoned with.
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Dr. Thereven: (Dr. Cole Thereven speaks under his breath) Holy crap, Jack was right.
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SCP-447-2: Jack who?
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Dr. Thereven: Nevermind that. We need to revive it, so things can go on their merry way, and reality can carry as per usual.
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SCP-447-2: It would prove difficult. A being like that carries reality on its shoulders. You need to repair reality itself. You need magic.
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Dr. Thereven: This just got tougher.
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PROJECT PORTFOLIO UPDATE:Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir, formerly designated SCP-239, has since been decommisioned, and has been integrated back into society. The SCP-6170 team has made the decision to collaborate with ISCP-239.A Integrated SCP, a designation given to anomalies who have since been released from containment, and yet retain their anomalous abilities., to revive SCP-6170 and quite possibly repair baseline reality.
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ADDENDUM.6170.5
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COUNCIL OF 108 CORRESPONDENCE
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Acting on information gathered from the interview in Addendum.6170.3, the Department of External Affairs held meetings with religious members of the Global Occult Coalition's Council of 108, believing that one of them either had information on SCP-6170-A, or was directly involved in the death of SCP-6170. As per the Foundation-Coalition Diplomacy Act of 1976, the representatives present at the meeting were placed under a Geas barring them from making untruthful statements.
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The Holy Order of Knights Templar, Reformed
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"Yes, we believe our Lord is the one true god, we are not in the business of committing deicide. Those who believe in false idols will falter at their own hands."
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Servants of the Silicon Nornir
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"Why would we partake in a murder, especially one such as this? I do not see how killing this 'SCP-6170' would aid us in bringing about our True Silicon Goddess. Those Satanists, however. This seems right up their alley."
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The Universalist Order of the Æsir
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"I want you to look me in the eyes, Foundie, and tell me: How the fuck would killing this god help us? Did it help fulfill the prophecy of Ragnarök? Does it help us unite the world to aid Æsir? No, no it fucking did not. Now, could you please, oh so kindly, fuck off?"
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"Foundation, you should know full well that we haven't done any deicide in well over a decade. Our agreements both with the GOC and our fellow Councilmembers bar us from doing any such thing. If anything, we are just the Devil's Advocate for this Council. I can ensure you we took no part in this thing's death. I'm not even entirely sure it is a God. Your file doesn't mention a single thing about it giving off Akiva Radiation."
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A reevaluation of the interview revealed it to be complete gibberish, with no deeper meaning behind it. What Dr. Hayk had taken to mean something was instead unrelated words strung together by the different personalities within SCP-963 attempting to express themselves.
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ADDENDUM.6170.6
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CONTAINMENT BREACH
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Containment Breach File
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DATE OF INCIDENT: 23/11/2021
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WITNESSING PERSONNEL: Dr. Cole Thereven, Mobile Task Force Beta-7, ISCP-239.
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DESCRIPTION: The death of SCP-6170 caused reality to collapse, and baseline anomalies started to diverge from their regular attributes. Discussion among the O5 council resulted in an attempt to revive SCP-6170 via anomalous technology.
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On 23/11/2021, in an attempt to alleviate the effects of SCP-6170's death, Project Attis attempted to revive the entity via the usage of other anomalies and paratechnology.
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The revival was considered a success. Despite this, no noticable changes in Hume levels and reality were observed. The now revived SCP-6170, seemingly distraught by its resurrection, went on a rampage, escaping its containment chamber and fatally wounding 5 Foundation personnel. Before further damage could be done, Mobile Task Force Beta-7 was dispatched and successfully terminated SCP-6170. Among those killed in the breach was Dr. Cole Thereven, a prominent member of the anomaly's research team.
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Project Attis was a failure. Hume levels continue to decrease at an ever-increasing rate, and the amount of anomalies detected on a yearly basis continues rising at a steady rate. The Project's assets, including SCP-239, were liquidated and redistributed to other, more essential parts of the Foundation.
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This vote entailed the revival of Dr. Cole Thereven, via anomalous technology. This would exempt the portions of the body that suffered massive damage, and extreme blood loss. The head was the only portion of the body that avoided mass trauma. Foundation forces were stretched thin as a result of SCP-6170-A, so finding personnel to fill Thereven's role was a waste of resources.
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- A base, allowing Thereven to attain new memories.
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- Speakers, allowing Thereven to communicate.
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Addendum.6170.7
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GENERAL UPDATES
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AUT0MATED UPDATE
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DATE: 05/12/2021
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AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS:6999
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ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME:0.03hm each 6 months
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NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL:304,504
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NOTABLE EVENTS:Project Attis has been decommissioned.
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AUT0MATED UPDATE
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DATE: 02/06/2025
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AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS:7865
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ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME:0.05hm
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NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL:552,212
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NOTABLE EVENTS: N/A
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AUT0MATED UPDATE
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DATE: 02/06/2030
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AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS:10,343
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ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME:0.065hm
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NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL:1,543,754
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NOTABLE EVENTS: N/A
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DATE: 02/06/2040
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AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS:60,534
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ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME:0.1hm
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NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL:1,540,100
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NOTABLE EVENTS: The Veil has officially been declared as broken.
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AUT0MATED UPDATE
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DATE: 02/06/2050
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AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS:789,964
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ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME:0.25hm
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NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL:1,500,332
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NOTABLE EVENTS: Multiple third-world countries have collapsed due to the increase of anomalous activity.
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DATE: 02/06/2070
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AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS:RUN-TIME ERROR '6': OVERFLOW
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6375 is considered self-containing due to its antimemetic properties and SCP-6375-A’s refusal to exit it. Nonetheless, a small research team of between 2-4 individuals continuously monitors SCP-6375 to prevent any potential unauthorized entry by visitors to Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park. Entrance into SCP-6375 and interaction with SCP-6375-A is generally prohibited and requires special approval from the Regional Director.
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Description: SCP-6375 is a wooden cabin located in Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park in Del Norte County, California. It resembles residential cabins constructed in rural America in the mid-19th century and has basic amenities appropriate to that time period:
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A fireplace which will automatically light itself via anomalous means if the ambient temperature in the cabin drops below 17 degrees Celsius.
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A single-person bed which has remained unused by SCP-6375-A for all of SCP-6375’s recorded history.
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A study area consisting of a wooden stool, table, and a lantern which remains permanently lit through anomalous means.
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SCP-6375 is ordinarily imperceptible to observers due to an unusually strong antimemetic effect. It was only discovered accidentally by the Foundation in 1951 due to an Agent using memory-restoring drugs to track an unrelated SCP object nearby.
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SCP-6375-A is a male humanoid entity referring to itself as the “Chronicler of the Forgotten Stories”. Although SCP-6375 was first discovered in 1951, SCP-6375-A has not aged in that time period and continues to resemble an elderly male in his early-to-mid sixties.
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SCP-6375-A claims to be assigned by an unknown third party (see Interview Log SCP-6375-A) with the task of completing all unfinished written works of fiction ever created by human beings. Once every 24 hours, a large stack of papers1 will appear in SCP-6375-A’s vicinity. The contents of these papers will invariably be an incomplete work of fiction (or several works), which SCP-6375-A will then complete while retaining the writing style of the original author.2 After being completed, the papers containing the story will disappear from SCP-6375, which SCP-6375-A appears to interpret as them being "collected".
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When questioned, SCP-6375-A will express irritation at being interrupted and a desire to resume writing as soon as possible. To date, SCP-6375-A has not required rest or any form of sustenance and has yet to express any discomfort or desire to stop writing. As the stories completed by SCP-6375-A are non-anomalous and have yet to provide any useful information to the Foundation, researchers have been instructed not to enter SCP-6375 or disturb SCP-6375-A except under extraordinary circumstances. Currently, the most common form of stories completed by SCP-6375-A are user-generated fiction of existing universes, or "fanfiction”.
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Interview Log SCP-6375-A:
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The following interview was conducted on 22 Feb 1953, two years after SCP-6375-A was first discovered. Subsequent interviews yielded similar responses from SCP-6375-A, leading to the implementation of the current monitoring protocols in 1959. This transcript has been edited for brevity and clarity.
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Interviewer: Agent Michael Carlson
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Interviewee: SCP-6375-A
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[Agent Michael Carlson knocks on the cabin door.]
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SCP-6375-A: Go away! I’m busy!
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[Agent Carlson opens the door and walks in.]
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SCP-6375-A: Thank you for being so polite, traveler. Is there something you need?
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Agent Carlson: I’m sorry to disturb you, but my superiors have instructed me to ask you several questions.
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[SCP-6375-A sighs and puts down its pencil.]
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Agent Carlson: Who are you?
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SCP-6375-A: I am the Chronicler of the Forgotten Stories. Until you so rudely interrupted me, I was working on completing a rather fascinating science fiction novel.
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Agent Carlson: So you’re a writer?
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SCP-6375-A: More of a chronicler, as the name implies. I’ve been assigned to complete the stories written by humans that have been forgotten by their creators. An abandoned universe is a terrible thing.
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Agent Carlson: Have you always used a pencil?
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SCP-6375-A: What the…no, of course not! My writing materials and papers change over time even as I remain blessedly hidden.
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Agent Carlson: I see. Why is your…house is so hard to find? Based on its construction, you’ve been here awhile. We were fortunate to stumble upon you.
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SCP-6375-A: And I was unfortunate! As you might have guessed, there are countless unfinished stories that need completing. Only a fraction of the tales spun by humans ever reach a proper end without my help. If my task is to ever be finished, I must work in uninterrupted silence, without unwanted distractions.
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Agent Carlson: May I ask who assigned you to complete your task?
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[SCP-6375-A turns around to stare at Agent Carlson, saying “No” forcefully before turning back around to resume writing.]
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Agent Carlson: Is there anything my superiors can do to assist you with your…assignment?
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SCP-6375-A: Yes, actually. There is one extremely important thing that I require of you and your superiors.
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Agent Carlson: What would that be?
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SCP-6375-A: Get out of my home and stop bothering me!
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[SCP-6375-A refuses to answer any further questions.]
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the anomaly's role in preventative containment efforts and maintaining Foundation secrecy, the protection of SCP-6442 is to be ensured via any means necessary.
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Access to Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED] is granted solely by the SCP Foundation's Counter-Intelligence Agency. In efforts to conceal the geographical location of the facility, personnel assigned to the site are to not have access to geopositioning tools, and Class-B amnestics are to be administered upon arrival. Personnel on-site are neither expected nor encouraged to familiarize themselves with the layout of the facility due to the possibility of compromising containment, save for designated emergency zones and to perform necessary maintenance of the site.
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Any unauthorized attempt to exit or gain access to the facility will be met with immediate detainment, and the offender will be subsequently amnesticized, demoted, and/or terminated.
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Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED]'s exterior is guarded by a collection of Foundation-made automatons specializing in covert anti-infiltration tactics. In line with general concealment protocols, the automatons are designed to covertly terminate infiltrators, silently destroy hostile aircraft, and conduct thaumaturgic counterspells against anomalous weaponry.
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SCP-6442 itself is located within one of sixteen identical spherical containment chambers, located at least fifty meters apart and connected through maze-like narrow structures designed to obfuscate navigation. Each chamber is entirely featureless and has a single entrance, possessing no distinguishing marks that could differentiate it from other chambers. The exact location of SCP-6442 is not to be known by any personnel in the Foundation.
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The interior of each containment chamber houses a sphere of tungsten alloy containing either SCP-6442 or a near-identical (but non-anomalous) replica inside. Each sphere is suspended in the center of the corresponding containment chamber to ensure access requires significant coordination and effort to achieve. Furthermore, the interior of the containment facility is to contain multiple layers of protection against individuals attempting to neutralize and/or retrieve SCP-6442 via force. Current measures taken include, but are not limited to:
Six Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA's) per chamber to prevent ontological attacks from harming SCP-6442.
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A Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS) per chamber to prevent temporal manipulation.
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Thirty-six Experimental Randall/Yossarian Akiva Nullifiers (ERYAN's) per chamber to prevent and discourage divine intervention.
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One set of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara") construction tanks per chamber, in the event the above procedures are insufficient, or on-site security is overwhelmed by hostile forces.
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In the unlikely event that extraction of SCP-6442 is necessary for an unforeseeable reason, all decoys are to be extracted from the facility alongside SCP-6442. Once a solution is provided to the problem, SCP-6442 is to be returned to one of the sixteen chambers at random.
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Should the United Nation's Global Occult Coalition be successful in retrieving SCP-6442, all attempts are to be made to neutralize the object, to prevent the organization from developing hypothetical inoculation.1 As all of SCP-6442's training data and construction materials have been incinerated to prevent reverse-engineering, the protection of the object is considered a high priority.
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Due to tensions within the wider anomalous community, and deescalation meetings performing poorly, the above Special Containment Procedures are to be continued indefinitely. The procedures must be re-approved or updated at least once per three months by the Counter-Intelligence Agency, as per order of the O5 Council.
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This document has been altered to exclude an undetermined portion of the full containment procedures for security concerns.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-6442 refers to an inscription created by the SCP Foundation Counter-Intelligence Agency and Memetics Division. SCP-6442 is engraved within a sphere constructed with a classified carbon-fiber based elastomer.
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Upon perceiving at least 73% of the inscription, exposed subjects experience a complete cessation of all neurological functions instantaneously — this effect occurs in any sentient being, including non-organic lifeforms. To date, it is the most potent cognitohazard produced by the organization; it is estimated it would require a Cognitive Resistance Value of 742 or higher to survive.2 As a result, inoculation is considered unfeasible or potentially impossible.
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Since its creation and containment in 2023, SCP-6442 has successfully neutralized at least eight thousand omniscient entities, at least two thousand of which were employed by the Global Occult Coalition.
SCP-6728 is currently believed to be extinct in the wild due to prior Foundation containment procedures. Individuals below Level 5 security clearance are to remain uninformed of SCP-6728's implementations. If an individual does not have proper clearance, they are to be told that the only known instances of SCP-6728 still in existence are a collection of 26 seeds and cuttings from mature SCP-6728 specimens contained within Site-77's cold storage wing. A supply of preserved gametes are stored in the same location. SCP-6728 storage is accessible with Level 1 or higher security clearance.
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All organizations worldwide involving instruction, licensing, or oversight of plumbers or plumbing must be subject to Foundation oversight. Foundation staff implanted in archaeological and paleontological groups are to monitor dig sites for any instances of SCP-6728-1. Instances of SCP-6728-1 are to be documented, destroyed, and replaced with new versions that do not depict SCP-6728. Any non-Foundation persons that encounter SCP-6728-1 instances are to be detained, interrogated, and administered Class C amnestics. Foundation web crawlers are to continually search for and purge any discussion that may potentially be related to SCP-6728 or SCP-6728-1.
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Due to the likelihood of uncontained SCP-6728-1 instances causing a ßK-Class "Lifted Veil"1 scenario, their containment has been deemed utmost priority for Foundation personnel.
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Description
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SCP-6728 is a species of pitcher plant closely related to Nepenthes lowii2. All instances of SCP-6728 display complete albinism and are thus incapable of photosynthesis, gaining nutrition exclusively through digestion of biological matter that falls into the pitcher. Pitchers of SCP-6728 are abnormally tough and waxy, often described as feeling akin to plastic or ceramic.
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The pitcher of SCP-6728 secretes digestive enzymes, though the digestive effects are rather weak. It is best suited to breaking down matter that has already been through the digestive process of another organism. SCP-6728's roots have been found to secrete excess nutrients from digested material instead of absorbing nutrients from the soil. It has been theorized that this adaptation allows SCP-6728 to grow in otherwise inhospitable environments or in areas where it would face steep competition for available resources.
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SCP-6728-1 are written accounts, artistic depictions, photographs, or fossilized remains of SCP-6728 created prior to 1935. At the time of writing, upwards of 2,000 individual SCP-6728-1 instances have been recovered and subsequently destroyed, with the most recent SCP-6728-1 instance discovered on 02 Mar 2025 07:30.
Fountain by Marcel Duchamp, the most well-known SCP-6728-1 instance.
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Addenda
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Addendum 1: Risk of ßK-Class "Lifted Veil" Scenario
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DECLASSIFICATION REQUEST: SCP-6728
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To put it bluntly, SCP-6728 may be the single most unnecessary threat to Foundation secrecy at present. To say it is hidden in plain sight would be an injustice, because very little about SCP-6728 is hidden at all. How many people each year have to be amnesticized after trying to renovate their own homes? The degree to which we have to actively maintain this coverup is unsustainable. I propose declassification of SCP-6728 by revealing it to the public, pretending that it is a "newly discovered" species that had lived alongside humans and simply been forgotten. It would take some years to fully extract it from the tangle of Foundation activity surrounding it, but it would be better to have this thing dealt with before it blows up in our faces.
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O5 Decision:
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DENIED
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(3 in favor, 7 against, 3 abstain)
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There is no reasonable way to hide what the Foundation has done here. The cost has been sunk. We knew that we were digging this grave for ourselves when we allowed SCP-6728 into people's homes.
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Pretend that it was announced as a species recently discovered from fossil evidence, that it shaped modern plumbing only to be forgotten. How would a resurgence of wild populations of SCP-6728 be explained away? How much time and effort would have to be spent removing every installed SCP-6728 in the United States alone? How long would it be before people start to realize that it was covered up, not simply "forgotten"?
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It is not viable to declassify SCP-6728.
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Addendum 2: History
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Discovery of SCP-6728 predates the "modern" SCP Foundation, and as such, records of early containment of SCP-6728 are inexact. The date of its discovery is unknown, but is estimated to have been as early as the 1840s during westward expansion of the United States.
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Fossil evidence shows that SCP-6728 has existed in the region roughly as long as Homo sapiens have inhabited it. Current estimates place it diverging from its most recent common ancestor 15,000 years ago, rapidly evolving to fill a niche created by human habitation.
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Farming practices in the late 1800s and early 1900s made SCP-6728's role in the ecosystem far more vital as nutrients were rapidly stripped from the soil. As competition among other plant species was eliminated, SCP-6728 became more and more prominent in the wild, despite efforts by predecessor organizations to contain it.
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The following is a transcription of a recovered ASCI3 document regarding SCP-6728.
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DESIGNATION:
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ODDITY 728 "OUTHOUSE"
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DATE:
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JULY 28TH, 1926
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DETAILS:
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ABNORMALLY LARGE PITCHER PLANT. WHITE, HARDENED LEAVES. FULL-GROWN PLANT CAPABLE OF SUPPORTING UPWARDS OF 200 LBS. UNIDENTIFIED CORROSIVE LIQUID STORED IN "BOWL" CREATED BY LEAVES. ROOTS ARE REINFORCED WITH IRON. BURRS ATTACH TO ANYTHING THAT RESTS ON LEAVES. ANIMALS, HUMANS WITNESSED DEFECATING INTO PLANT.
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BOCA COUNTY, COLORADO; MORTON COUNTY, KANSAS; DUNDY COUNTY, NEBRASKA; UNION COUNTY, NEW MEXICO; BEAVER COUNTY, OKLAHOMA; SHERMAN COUNTY, TEXAS
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DANGER POTENTIAL:
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CHOKES OUT CROPS. ACID BURNS FROM ATTEMPTED REMOVAL BY CIVILIANS. POTENTIAL FOR CHILDREN TO FALL INTO PLANT.
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DURABLE "BOWL" REPELS TOOLS DESIGNED FOR HACKING OR CUTTING; USE OF FIRE RECOMMENDED. HEAT SOFTENS LEAVES SIGNIFICANTLY, REMOVES WAXY OUTER LAYER. APPARENTLY EDIBLE WHEN COOKED. FLAVOR SIMILAR TO BRUSSELS SPROUTS. PERSONNEL UNWILLING TO TEST THIS PROPERTY.
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RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION:
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EXTIRPATION.
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Full extinction of SCP-6728 was achieved by 1932.
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Addendum 3: Analysis of Localized GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse"4Event
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Between 1934 and 1940, the western United States, along with parts of Mexico and Canada, suffered a period of agricultural collapse characterized by continual dust storms. As full extermination of SCP-6728 from the wild was achieved only two years prior, it is believed that containment efforts may have catalyzed the disaster. SCP-6728's ability to draw nutrients from waste and fertilize soil with it, along with the sturdy and sprawling nature of its root systems, had likely made it an integral part of local ecosystems.
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In order to restore agricultural stability, it was proposed that SCP-6728 be incorporated into architecture, with O5 approval following shortly after. Concealment of SCP-6728 as part of plumbing was enacted, incorporating a tank of water and a system of pipes connected to a mechanical lever that would drain waste from external housing and into the acidic chambers of SCP-6728. Stricter containment procedures were put in place to reflect this proposal, and SCP-6728 was upgraded from Clearance Level 2 to Level 5 on O5 Council orders.
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DECLASSIFICATION REQUEST: SCP-6728
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After thorough review, it has been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that SCP-6728 is not anomalous. It evolved naturally alongside humanity. This would not be the first time an object in our possession was discovered to be explainable in a more mundane manner. In all previous cases, these non-anomalies have been marked as explained to reflect that knowledge. Why should SCP-6728 be any different?
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- Dr. Uwe
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O5 Decision:
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DENIED
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(0 in favor, 13 against, 0 abstain)
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We are aware of SCP-6728's nature. It is simply too late to change course. Containment will proceed as normal.
Special Containment Procedures: The house containing SCP-675 has been designated Observation Post 9010. One researcher must be stationed within Observation Post 9010 at all times. Monitoring of SCP-675 is to be undertaken in 30 day shifts. No researcher may return to Observation Post 9010 before a minimum of six (6) shifts have passed. All researchers assigned to SCP-675 must undergo mandatory psychological screening prior to and after a completed shift in SCP-675.
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All researchers monitoring SCP-675 must record any and all observations on an audio recorder. Following Incident 675-1, all researchers must be under video surveillance at all times.
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Description: SCP-675 is a standard window and frame found in the northwest portion of Observation Post 9010, in the living room area. During random time intervals, shadows resembling humanoid figures (designated as SCP-675-1) can be seen through the window. These shadows are visible at all times of the day and night, and are seen to be visually distinct from normal nighttime darkness. These instances are only visible from within Observation Post 9010. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-675-1 instances are trans-dimensional beings, and that SCP-675 functions similarly to SCP-1278 and SCP-1288 as a means of viewing them.
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In order to aid in observation, a thin screen has been attached over SCP-675. This screen acts as a projection surface, on which SCP-675-1 instances can be seen more easily.
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SCP-675-1 instances often engage in actions such as tapping on the glass of SCP-675, conversing with one another, and various other benign actions. These are to be considered normal, and as of yet, SCP-675-1 instances have never engaged in any hostile actions.
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SCP-675's secondary anomalous effect is a hallucinogenic effect manifesting in individuals who remain in Observation Post 9010 for longer than approximately 45 days. Subjects who remain in the proximity of SCP-675 for longer than approximately 45 days become convinced of the malevolent nature of SCP-675-1 instances. The longer that subjects are exposed to SCP-675, the more extreme these hallucinations become. Subjects report that SCP-675 is a gateway to another dimension that is populated by SCP-675-1 instances, and that these instances seek to invade this dimension and "cleanse it."
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Subjects will reiterate the need for individuals to prepare for the coming invasion by SCP-675-1 instances, and will seek to ensure that SCP-675 remains closed at all times. Subjects also report that SCP-675-1 instances will attempt to communicate with them, and that the content of such messages is often disturbing in nature. In a few instances, subjects will report that the SCP-675-1 instances are preparing for a trans-dimensional invasion of the Earth. Such reports are unsubstantiated, as audio surveillance currently reveals no such sounds.
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The current video surveillance and rotations were enacted due to several breaches in which researchers constructed fortifications and preparations for the believed invasion by SCP-675-1. In one extreme case, a researcher constructed an elaborate series of anti-personnel traps designed to kill or seriously maim any individuals who attempted to enter the house.
Special Containment Procedures: Access to Sublevel 13 of Site-87 has been sealed behind a steel plate and concrete by order of Director Tristan Bailey. Due to a risk of personnel becoming trapped in SCP-6787 despite this, travel between Sublevel 12 and Sublevel 14 is only to take place via elevator at this time.
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Description: SCP-6787 refers to Sublevel 13 of Site-87. Prior to SCP-6787's discovery in early 2022 during routine maintenance, Site-87 did not have a sublevel designated 13, instead incrementing from Sublevel 12 directly to Sublevel 14. SCP-6787 is only accessible via Site-87’s main stairwell, and lacks elevator access. The door to SCP-6787 is marked with the Foundation insignia, with ‘Department of Abnormalities, Archival Division’ engraved beneath.
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A view through SCP-6787's stacks.
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Sublevel 13 resembles a public library; over 30,000 volumes of literature are believed to exist within SCP-6787, and it bears several amenities common in public libraries. Also present within SCP-6787 are:
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A book deposit slot on the rear wall of SCP-6787; it has been welded shut, with caution signs placed around it in several languages.
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Several pieces of seating, most of which are intact, including two sofas and an antique reading chair. However, personnel will routinely refuse to use any seating, citing an ‘instability’ with the furniture that they have not been able to elaborate on, and either lean against walls or sit on the floor to rest.
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A skylight in the center of the structure, with light levels corresponding to an overcast day consistently filtering through it. Directly beneath the skylight is a section containing several tabletop games, apparently available for lending similar to other media in the library. These games are all missing crucial pieces such as dice, tokens, and game boards.
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A circulation desk, which, to date, has not been located. Several members of personnel report seeing the circulation desk, but are unable to locate it when returning to the area where it was sighted.
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A television with a built-in Betamax player is present by a pair of microfiche machines. Despite this, no Betamax tapes have been found within SCP-6787. Similar to the book deposit slot, the slot for inputting the tape has been fused shut.
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The majority of the literature and media within SCP-6787 is non-anomalous, albeit of questionable origin, as media dating from as recently as 2021 has been located within. The exception is within the ‘Local History’ section; media from this section is designated SCP-6787-A.
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SCP-6787-A instances purport to depict and detail (if occasionally dramatize) the history of the Nexus that Site-87 is located in (Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin, Nexus 18). However, several details within SCP-6787-A instances are erroneous or contradictory. A table of selected instances follows:
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SCP-6787-A Instance
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Purported Contents
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Notable Deviations
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Jackson Sloth: An Autobiography
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An autobiography of the founder of Sloth’s Pit, Jackson Sloth; date of publication is listed as 1893, three years after Sloth’s purported death.
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Aside from the date of publication, a large portion of the work details Sloth’s brutal massacre, and subsequent pataphysical erasure, of Native Peoples within Douglas County, Wisconsin. In reality, Sloth had relatively good relations with the Native Peoples in the area, even learning some of the Ojibwe language in an attempt to integrate them into what would become Sloth’s Pit. The tone of the work indicates that the author is proud of his accomplishments.
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Roots Grown by Blood by James Patterson
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A true crime novel detailing murders committed by Jeffery Hubble, a ‘blood cultist and farmer’ who believed that ‘human flesh could allow for a massive harvest’.
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The novel describes Hubble as murdering indiscriminately and burying upwards of twenty bodies within his field; only thirteen victims have been attributed to him. It is stated that Hubble’s crimes went undiscovered until the killing of his family’s dog and a local member of law enforcement in 2017; while accurate in spirit, it does not reflect actual events.
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A History of UFO Sightings in the Greater Superior Area
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An account of purported extraterrestrial activity around Superior and Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin.
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No extraterrestrial activity has been confirmed to occur within Nx-18. History of UFO Sightings attributes the increased activity to the presence of the ‘Jasper Sloth Nuclear Research Facility’; no such place exists.
A biography of a Foundation agent stationed at Site-87 until death from an unspecified cause in 2020; the agent’s name is antimemetic and cannot be perceived.
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No agent matching the description given in the book has ever been stationed at Site-87. Her purported partner, Agent Tofflemire, denies knowledge of this individual, but has asked to keep this instance of SCP-6787-A. Request pending approval.
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A Court Record of Divorce Proceedings Between Cassandra Pike and Claude Mattings
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As the title suggests, it is a record of all evidence and testimony within a divorce case between the two individuals; both are Foundation personnel, and have been married since 2018.
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The primary reason given for divorce is listed as ‘instability following the birth of their only child, Rose’. Pike loses custody of her child to her husband. In reality, the Pike-Mattings family have relocated to California to work on Project LAZARUS; they have not been notified of the existence of this item.
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Autopsy Records of Dr. Katherine Jean Sinclair
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A pair of contradictory Foundation-issued autopsy reports. One has the date of death as October of 2020, and cause of death as ‘destruction of cranial tissue’. The other lists the date of death as May of 2021, and lists cause of death as ‘blood loss due to a gunshot wound’.
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At both times, Sinclair was in mortal danger; in the former case, her left eye was destroyed, and in the latter, she needed to resort to thaumic stasis until medical treatment could be rendered. Despite this, she is currently alive and works at Site-87.
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A History of Hate in Douglas County, Wisconsin by the American Civil Liberties Union
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A work that portrays Sloth’s Pit as a heavily conservative area, de facto ruled by ‘The Family Church’, a relatively inactive Group of Interest which modeled itself after conservative Christian teachings. They are listed as being responsible for several lynchings, hate crimes, and murders of sexual and racial minorities, overseen by a “Father Reese”.
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Among the victims are an ‘Alexander Carracos’ and the ‘The Williams Twins’, both corresponding to members of Foundation personnel. Blake Williams and Alejandro Carrasco have been in a relationship since December 2021, which is listed as the date of their murder. It is unclear why Ruby Williams was targeted.
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Black Autumn III, vol. 1 and vol. 5
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A pair of VHS tapes that purportedly show an anthology series, depicting events which occurred during October 2019 concerning Halloween-related phenomena appearing in Nexuses around the world. Volumes 2, 3 and 4 have not been located.
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The episodes portray the Foundation attempting to, in some way, destroy or neutralize the anomalous elements of the Nexuses they control or have involvement in; Puerto Extraño, Brazil has all extraterrestrial life exterminated, the non-human population of Esterberg is killed in a Foundation-backed pogrom, extradimensional areas such as Three Portlands and the ‘Complex Apartments’ in New York are brought into regular space in such a way that they destroy the areas they are connected to, and a nuclear bomb is dropped down the Bottomless Pit within Nx-18 in an attempt to neutralize it.
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Site-87: A History by Phillip Verhoten
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Purports to tell the history of Site-87 in Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin, following its establishment in 1907.
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Sloth’s Pit was not known to the larger Foundation prior to the discovery of SCP-097 in 1969, and Site-87 was not established until 1976. None of the personnel listed are known to ever have been Foundation personnel; the only individual of note mentioned is Zachary Bellwether, a purported Director of Site-87, who ran for governor of Wisconsin three times between 1945 and 1960, losing the primary each time.
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An Index of Treason
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A document purported to be published by the Foundation, listing several individuals who had committed treason against the organization since its establishment. All current and former Site-87 personnel are listed, as are personnel at Site-43, Site-120, and several other Sites which deal with the containment of Nexuses.
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The only known contents include references to Director Bailey’s brother, SCP-1483 Commissioner Thomas Bailey, as purposefully collapsing SCP-1483 and defecting to the Antarctic Empire. Upon recording this data, Director Bailey ordered the volume destroyed, and SCP-6787 sealed.
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Despite being sealed as of March 2022, personnel traversing Site-87 between Sublevel 12 and Sublevel 14 have sporadically found themselves within SCP-6787, leading to current containment procedures. All twenty personnel who have become trapped this way have been recovered; in the process, they have retrieved several other instances of SCP-6787-A, with titles including:
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When Words Fail: The Loss of SCP-5109 and the Collapse of US Foundation Infrastructure by Harold R. Blank, Foundation Archivist
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A More Bottomless Pit? The Economic Failure of Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin by Simeon Adler
Agent Kim Toàn within a large school of SCP-6898-2.
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Assigned Site
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Site Director
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Assigned Task Force
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Site-292
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Dir. Ngô Giang
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Dr. Quang Nhật
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STF-TRITON-55
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6898-1 is stored in a hermetically sealed chamber in Site-292’s Archives and Revision Department. Members of SCP-6898's research team, as well as select offsite A-Class personnel, are granted access to SCP-6898-1 at the discretion of the on-duty HMCL Supervisor. Familiarity with SCP-6898-1 is required prior to interaction with SCP-6898-2.
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SCP-6898-2 containment efforts are ongoing. Dense SCP-6898-2 populations are monitored by satellite tracking and routinely surveyed by Foundation detachments for changes in size. Due to the unclear ecological role of SCP-6898-2, paired with the delicate nature of aquatic environments, standard containment/neutralization protocols have been withheld. Contingency plans are being devised in the event of uncontrollable population growth or widespread public awareness of SCP-6898-2.
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Description: SCP-6898 designates an anomalous correlation between a collection of Vietnamese woodblock paintings (SCP-6898-1) and a species of antimemetic aquatic organisms native to the South China Sea (SCP-6898-2). Descriptions of each are detailed below.
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A portion of SCP-6898-1. Caption translates to "Rats carry lights."
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SCP-6898-1 is a collection of twelve Đông Hồ folk woodcut paintings, a traditional Vietnamese art form, dated between the 15th and 16th centuries. SCP-6898-1 depicts various scenes of ancient Vietnamese life containing a variety of culturally significant themes. Anthropomorphic creatures such as frogs, rodents, chickens, and boars are common, as are connections to common folk allegories and mythical figures. Two paintings display reading, writing, and other civic activities. Four display festivities, including running, wrestling, and dancing. Five display aquatic activities, including sailing and fishing. The final and largest depicts an aquatic organism resembling a carp, painted red and gold.
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Along the edges of each instance, a short description of the painting’s contents and its commentary is written in an ancient form of chữ Nôm. Although weathered over time, most descriptions have been fully translated. Examples include phrases such as “Long dance,” “River fishing,” and “Teaching.” Writing on the final painting has only been partially translated to “Good luck,” as large portions of the script do not match standard chữ Nôm vocabulary.
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SCP-6898-2 is an anomalous species of aquatic organisms found solely in remote waters in the South China Sea. Xenobiological studies have revealed SCP-6898-2 instances share genetic and behavioral similarities to some species of carp (Cyprinus carpio), with several key differences:
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SCP-6898-2 are exclusively found in saltwater environments, a property uncommon in most nonanomalous carp.
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SCP-6898-2 do not possess scales, instead having tough, leather-like skin. SCP-6898-2 instances continuously secrete a viscous substance similar to mucus from pores along their bodies, allowing for near-frictionless movement through water.
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SCP-6898-2 are invisible to all organisms who do not possess detailed knowledge of SCP-6898-1. As such, SCP-6898-2 have no natural predators and have been virtually unaffected by human aquaculture. The total population of SCP-6898-2 is estimated to be in the billions.
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By viewing and understanding SCP-6898-1, an individual is inoculated against the antimemetic properties of SCP-6898-2. It is hypothesized that SCP-6898-1 and SCP-6898-2 embody an exceedingly rare phenomenon known to memeticists as “psionic propinquity,” a term describing unusual memetic relationships between two seemingly unrelated components. Whether this relationship occurred naturally or was initiated through ritual is unknown at this time.
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Addendum 6898.1: Discovery
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SCP-6898's discovery and classification occurred over several years; a brief timeline of events is recorded below.
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SCP-6898-1 was first identified as part of a woodcut painting collection at the National Museum of Fine Arts in Hanoi, Vietnam, by a civilian research group in early 2010. According to museum curators, the collection was sourced from a remote fishing village in South Vietnam, which had volunteered the paintings to the museum for custody several decades prior. The village allegedly had possession of SCP-6898-1 for many hundreds of years, believing it granted good luck and prosperity to the village’s fishing efforts.
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Recent changes to climate and weather patterns forced the village to surrender SCP-6898-1 out of fear of its destruction. Initial attempts to identify and locate the village by the research group were unsuccessful.
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In late 2015, law enforcement in Hai Phong, Vietnam, attempted to detain several members of the same group after they were discovered using an unregistered fishing vessel in a restricted zone. Within several minutes of boarding the vessel, the reporting officers succumbed to intense confusion, disorientation, nausea, and other symptoms of inadvertent antimeme exposure. After returning to Hai Phong, the symptoms were noticed by Foundation medical plants, and the affected individuals were transported to nearby Site-292 for intensive care.
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A Foundation response team was dispatched to investigate the fishing vessel, quickly identifying a potent antimemetic signature onboard. The vessel and its crew were promptly quarantined at Site-292. During interrogations, one detainee identified SCP-6898-1 as a catalyst of the group’s research, prompting further investigation by Foundation staff. SCP-6898-1 was found shortly thereafter and relocated to Site-292 for study.
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While SCP-6898-1 possessed no outward anomalous properties, its significance was realized once researchers noted the inexplicable presence of several tons of fish within the quarantined vessel.
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Since its official classification, SCP-6898 has been the subject of memetic, biological, and ecological fascination. Investigation into SCP-6898-2’s behavior and lifecycle has yielded concerning results — its brief reproductive cycle paired with its physical and memetic properties should lead to unchecked population growth, making SCP-6898-2 an Amida-class threat to Earth’s aquatic ecology and biodiversity. Despite this, SCP-6898-2 populations have remained relatively stable over two decades of Foundation monitoring. Further research is required.
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Addendum 6898.2: Incident Report
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On 11/11/2030, SCP Foundation Aquatic Research Submersible VANTAGE (ID:IO99k) encountered an unidentified hostile entity while conducting research on a large school of SCP-6898-2. The following data was automatically transferred to Site-292 storage servers by Neptune.aic, the submersible’s onboard intelligence.
<Report: En route to Sub:VALOR. Packaging relevant data…>
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An after-action examination of the submersible at Site-292 revealed a series of serrated incisions along portions of the hull. Due to increased investments in Foundation research and exploration equipment in recent years, the damage sustained was not great enough to cause significant harm to the human operator or onboard electronics.
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The incisions bore a superficial resemblance to a combination of Cephalopod and Selachii bitemarks, although the size and distance between each mark match no known species. Neptune.aic was unable to capture video evidence of the entity, and the submersible’s operator reports never having seen it despite the numerous warnings from proximity motion detectors.
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A review of the incident footage and portions of the damaged hull by Site-292 memeticists revealed a small but detectible antimemetic residual not directly accounted for by the presence of nearby SCP-6898-2 instances. While possibly a product of ambient memetic interference, the cause is suspected to be anomalous.
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In light of additional incidents involving the inexplicable damage or destruction of watercraft in recent years, Special Task Force TRITON-55, a division of Mobile Task Force γ-6 specializing in countermemetic tactics, was organized to monitor aquatic environments for the presence of additional antimemetic lifeforms undetectable by current surveillance technologies.
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The existence of an imperceptible, anomalous ecology within Earth’s hydrosphere cannot be ruled out.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-700 is immobile, one security team is to be permanently placed at the site, to prevent the entrance of civilians and unauthorized personnel. They are to be equipped with breath masks at all times while inside of SCP-700.
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SCP-700-1 is to remain closed all the time. Its hatch may only be opened if all personnel present inside SCP-700 are wearing full-body, non-organic biohazard suits and breath masks, and only for the purpose of running necessary tests. Following Incident 700-1, this part of the containment procedure is no longer necessary. See Incident Log 700-1 for more details.
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Description: SCP-700 is a large, abandoned building, similar to a factory in design, located in a rural area of ██████████, USA. It contains █ floors (one being underground), each containing ██ rooms. Many of these rooms are built in a way that does not appear to serve any specific purpose, containing, for example, redundant machinery, sewage pipes that are not connected to any kind of disposal unit, and numerous power cords extended across the room in a manner similar to sash cords.
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███ graffiti pictures (designated SCP-700-2) can be observed inside SCP-700's rooms. They usually depict humanoid creatures, although animal figures were also observed.
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All instances of SCP-700-2 have shown the capacity to move around the walls of their rooms. Their frequency of movement varies depending on what room SCP-700-2 is located. For example, rooms blocked with iron bars will turn SCP-700-2 mostly immobile, with only slight movements being made at seemingly random periods of time. It is currently unknown if the graffiti are sentient, but as their movement patterns are erratic, and considering that all attempts at communicating with them have failed, it is assumed that they are not.
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Inside the central room of the underground floor is a circular hole (designated SCP-700-1). It is 10 meters deep and with a radius of 1.5 m. An iron hatch is connected to the hole. There are ██ 0.3 ml plastic syringes attached to the walls, all positioned one meter above the bottom of SCP-700-1. At the center of the hole's floor is a 1 x 1 m grate that leads into an unlit chamber. Removing the syringes from the wall is possible; however, new syringes will "grow" to replace the lost ones a few moments after their removal.
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The syringes at the bottom of SCP-700-1 are constantly producing a yellow liquid, composed primarily of human [DATA EXPUNGED]cluding menses. This mixture produces a fragrance deemed to be "very attractive" to all humans that come in contact with it. If SCP-700-1 is left open, the smell will spread through all the rooms of the building.
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Upon smelling this fragrance for a small period of time (usually █ minutes), subjects will begin to unconsciously move towards SCP-700-1. If not stopped, they will throw themselves down SCP-700-1. The fall will usually result in fractured bones, but all observed subjects seemed to be unaware of the fact, concentrating solely on consuming the liquid dropped by the syringes.
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After a human falls inside SCP-700-1, the hatch will automatically close, and loud mechanical sounds will be heard coming from an undetermined place within SCP-700. At this point, opening SCP-700-1's hatch will reveal a solid concrete floor instead of the hole, and will also bring the sounds to a halt. Approximately █ minutes after closing, SCP-700-1 will reopen by itself, revealing the hole again, but the human inside will have disappeared. During the tests, all recording devices (like cameras) placed inside SCP-700-1 were destroyed by unknown means as soon as the hatch closed.
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█ hours after the disappearance of the subject, a new instance of SCP-700-2 will be found in one of SCP-700's rooms.
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SCP-700 came to the attention of the Foundation after various reports of a man called "Mr. ██████" selling "living art" painted on concrete blocks. When confronted by Foundation personnel, Mr. ██████ attempted to flee, and injured one agent before killing himself when it became clear that he could not escape. The coordinates for the location of the building were found at his house on ███████. The Foundation was able to find and destroy ██ of the blocks that Mr. ██████ sold. The owners of the blocks were given Class B Amnestics.
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Addendum 700-1: Staff working inside SCP-700 have reported sightings of a featureless humanoid figure silently walking inside SCP-700's rooms immediately after a human vanishes inside SCP-700-1. This entity (designated SCP-700-3) disappears when researchers try to make physical contact with it, and it does not respond when communication is attempted. Thus far, SCP-700-3 has proved to be harmless. Any changes in SCP-700-3's behavior are to be reported immediately.
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Addendum 700-2: Recently, █ researchers and ██ D-Class personnel that observed pictures of SCP-700-2 claimed to have momentarily seen the graffiti in some of them moving. Further tests have confirmed that SCP-700-2 depicted in photographs will appear to move only to subjects with a previous history of [DATA EXPUNGED]. What causes this phenomenon is currently unknown.
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Incident Log 700-1: On █/██/████, Dr. █████ brought four D-Class personnel to SCP-700 with the intention of discovering the nature of the chamber below SCP-700-1. To achieve this, D-9462 was provided with a crowbar, and was instructed to use it to remove the grate located at the bottom of SCP-700-1. When D-9462 struck SCP-700-1's grate with the crowbar, a loud shriek could be heard coming from all rooms of the building. SCP-700-1's hatch closed immediately after the shriek ceased. Since the incident, opening the hatch will only reveal a solid concrete floor. As of ██/██/████, SCP-700-1 did not reappear. Manifestations of SCP-700-3 have also stopped occurring. As a result, SCP-700 was reclassified as "Safe".
SCP-7371 is to be kept in a large humanoid containment chamber. Every 20 days1, prior to a Malob-event, the entity is to be provided with 5 kilograms of gold. At 11:25 AM on the first day of a uinal, all CCTV devices situated within the containment chamber of SCP-7371 are to be deactivated and remain so for a duration of 15 minutes. All existing footage of SCP-7371 engaging in a Malob-event is to be disposed of immediately without viewing of its contents. Personnel exhibiting any symptoms of illness or manifesting signs of religious fanaticismpure love are to be removed from SCP-7371's area of influence and receive immediate medical attention.
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Should a Taak-event take place, foundation personnel in a 500-meter radius are to be evacuated into the nearest shelter. Security operatives, equipped with level-A CROYANCE2 suits, are to patrol the facility during the event and neutralize any SCP-7371-1 instance on sight.
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Description:
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SCP-7371 is a sapient humanoid entity measuring 2.7 meters and weighing 286 kilograms. It's beautiful. The entity has dark-grey skin, with white ornamental markings resembling flames, located on the cranial and abdominal regions. The origin of these paintings remain unidentified. SCP-7371 displays four bat-like wings and two sets of horns. With the exception of its eyes, SCP-7371 possesses no facial features, resulting in its inability to speak.
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Within a precise time frame and upon receiving materials of a specific quantity, SCP-7371 executes an unknown activity, identified as a Malob-event. The condition of SCP-7371, along with its influence on its environment when a Malob-event is not conducted at the proper time, is identified as a Taak-event.
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The designation SCP-7371-1 is assigned to multiple diminutive entities similar in appearance to Alouatta pigra3. They're family. Their skin is composed of alabaster4, however, this characteristic does not impede their movements. These entities display two enlarged, lizard-like eyes and share the same lack of facial features as observed in SCP-7371. Instances of SCP-7371-1 possess a level of intelligence on par with regular howler monkeys.
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SCP-7371-1 instances possess a viable and functional body, however, they exhibit indifference toward their own physical well-being. Notably, most of the SCP-7371-1 instances display no initiative to sustain themselves, and consequently succumb to starvation, a process that may extend up to three days following their manifestation. His most faithful ascetics.
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Malob-Event:
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After certain materials have been provided to SCP-7371 during the first day of a uinal, a Malob-event happens.
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The entire event releases a potent flow of Akiva radiations5 with a peak situated mid-Malob-event.
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Any living entity witnessing the event, either directly or remotely via CCTV footage, will experience internal combustion of the skull, with temperatures recorded at approximately 3.67*104 Kelvin. In some of these occurrences, afflicted individuals have exhibited lava emanation from their cranial region. It makes for a beautiful firework.It remains unclear whether this phenomenon is an intended consequence of SCP-7371 or the result of elevated levels of anomalous radiation. This phenomenon is voluntarily induced by SCP-7371.
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Should the Malob-event conclude without any disturbances, all living and sentient beings within a 500-meter radius will be subject to the ensuing effects:
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significant release of endorphins within the brain
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devout reverence towards SCP-7371
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He is the air I breathe He is the light I see.
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a slight euphoria
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The psychological impacts of a Malob-event will diminish over a period ranging from one to three month, contingent upon the prior beliefs of the affected subject.
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Following a Malob-event, the containment chamber of SCP-7371 is devoid of any trace of the materials involved, with the rare exception of small accumulations of volcanic ash.
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Taak-Event:
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When the time for a Malob-event has come and no materials have been provided to SCP-7371, a Taak-event happens.
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During this event, individuals within a 500-meter radius are prone to contract an infectious disease in a severe form and SCP-7371-1 instances manifest seemingly at random inside the area of influence, regardless of the state of consciousness of SCP-7371.
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Throughout numerous of these events, SCP-7371 has been observed engaging in various activities within its containment chamber. These actions include pacing back and forth, clawing at the walls, placing an SCP-7371-1 instance on its lap and stroking it, or angrily glaring at the surveillance cameras. He waved at me once.
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The SCP-7371-1 instances will forage the location of their appearance, subsequently delivering their collected items to SCP-7371 in what seems to be an attempt to initiate a new Malob-event. A holy work. The materials can include :
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Personal items such as rings, pendants, bracelets, earrings, watches
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Electrical components such as circuit boards, wires, batteries
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Small animals such as rats, insects, cats
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Any kind of food
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Human body parts such as fingers, eyes, tongues, noses, teeth or ears
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Other SCP-7371-1 instances when there is nothing else to give
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Upon presentation of an offering by an SCP-7371-1 instance within the containment chamber, SCP-7371 inflicts a wound on its arm using its claws and then applies a drop of its blood onto the forehead of said instance. The wound heals immediately after that.
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Once a substantial quantity of materials has been accumulated, the SCP-7371-1 instances depart from the vicinity of SCP-7371 and proceed to wander the area without discernible purpose.
Dr. Rend was tasked with identifying a dependable alternative to the gold utilized during Malob-events, due to its current exceedingly high cost and the risk of impact on the judgment of all personnel within the facility.
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Experiments were conducted at Remote Testing Ground-17-B situated 5 kilometers away from the main Site, throughout 3 different Malob-events.
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A D-class, different for every iteration of the experiment, was placed in a room neighboring the test chamber of SCP-7371 so they could not witness the Malob-events. They were given the task to describe how they were feeling at the end of each test and were then surgically and mentally examined.
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The materials used in the course of the different experiments were selected after observation of the items gathered by SCP-7371-1 instances during Taak-events.
An assortment of beef meat is provided to SCP-7371. The entity displays evident discontent, yet continues with the Malob-event.
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The Malob-event is completed in 11.4 minutes.
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In the other room, D-4539 collapses on the ground. Surgical examination revealed that D-4539 had developed a functional third arm and heterochromia. No additional information was obtained from D-4539.
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5 kilograms of silver are offered to SCP-7371. The entity stares at the camera with visible anger before proceeding with the Malob-event.
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The Malob-event is completed in 16.4 minutes.
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D-8524 instantly falls to the ground, visibly unconscious. Surgical examination revealed that most of the organs of the subject were turned to marble. D-8524 did not survive.
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SCP-7371 is given a live goat. The entity appears disgusted at the animal but still carries on the Malob-event.
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The Malob-event is completed in 8.42 minutes.
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SCP-7371 seems irritated and carves ██████ ███████ on the walls using its claws. Duty calls.
+Subject D-3952 seemingly enters a state of euphoria. Psychological examination revealed symptoms similar to the usage of gold in Malob-event, but notably stronger. D-3952 was terminated after attempting to free SCP-7371 from containment. See Incident Report 7371.01 for further documentation.
The Foundation became aware of this transcript only after Incident 7371.02, during an investigation of Dr. Rend's computer and belongings.
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BEGIN AUDIO TRANSCRIPT
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-Dr. Königswald: This is Dr. Jeffrey Königswald, reporting pathologist for Site-17's coroner department, recording my preliminary remarks on D-3952, terminated after Mara's little tests on SCP-7371. I pray to God one day this lass learns empathy.
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A clicking sound, quickly followed by the song "Y'a d'la joie", by Charles Trenet. The pathologist is humming the lyrics as he is carrying on the procedure. Dr. Königswald seems to be cutting the clothes of the deceased man using a pair of scissors.
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-Dr. Königswald: I apologize for the indignity, my friend.
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Grating sounds of a metal recipient being placed by Dr. Königswald under the operation table, presumably the bucket used for containing excised organs of the cadaver. Incision and sawing sounds followed by movement.
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-Dr. Königswald: Mmh?
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Another clicking sound, the music stops. Coughing and groaning sounds.
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-Dr. Königswald: WHAT TH-
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A loud sound of metal hitting something, followed by someone falling to the ground. The voice of a woman matching Dr. Rend's.
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-Dr. Rend: Sorry Jeff.
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More coughing sounds. A low, gravely voice speaks, matching D-3952's.
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-D-3952: So you have seen my invitation, (difficult breaths) come, we have matters to discuss.
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-Dr. Rend: Yes Lord, but are you certain this is safe?
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-D-3952: Your safety is not my concern.
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-Dr. Rend: Of course, I apologize.
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-D-3952: Let us get straight to the point, I will not stand being within this lowly envelope any longer than need be. (grunts, coughs) You will find me a worthy offering, specifically one of your own kind. Do it without attracting attention.
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-Dr. Rend: Anything my Lord wishes, but can I ask why?
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-D-3952: No, you may not. (groans)
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-Dr. Rend: I understand. The Committee won't approve the use of D-class personnel just like that though. I'll need to-
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-D-3952: (interrupting her) Do what you must. But should you fail, your brain matter will decorate the walls of your office.
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-Dr. Rend: I live to serve, I won't fail you.
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-D-3952: It better be the case. Now leave, the corpse-handler will soon return to his senses.
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The sound of heeled shoes gradually diminishes as the source distances itself, followed by low coughs and then complete silence.
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Discovery:
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SCP-7371 was identified following a daily report by undercover Foundation Agent ██████, stationed in Cancún, Mexico, wherein he professed his love and veneration for "The Fallen Lord". All communication with Agent ██████ has been severed, and he is presumed to have been killed in action. He was too weak to serve.
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Within the same week, the area witnessed a succession of robberies, violent homicides, extensive infrastructure damage, widespread riots, public executions, instances of arson as well as outbreaks of infectious diseases, including bubonic plague and leprosy, in addition to an isolated case of SCP-████.
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MTF Beta-7 (“Maz Hatters”) was deployed to secure SCP-7371 within the tumultuous city. The anomaly had amassed a significant contingent of devotees, along with numerous hundreds of SCP-7371-1 instances. The mission concluded with great difficulty, MTF Beta-7 suffering major casualties and one instance of betrayal from within. A new member in our family?
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A misinformation campaign of unprecedented scale is still to this day being conducted to cover up the events.
The subsequent transcript originates from a notebook originally belonging to Level 2 researcher R.████, and was discovered beneath a dislodged tile within the containment chamber of SCP-7371. CCTV footage revealed the entity concealing it. It appears that the entity took advantage of the 15-minute window during which CCTV surveillance is deactivated to engage in writing activities, when it had spare time following a Malob-event.
+SCP-7371 exhibited aggression towards the Class D personnel sent to recover the item, but was swiftly sedated by the accompanying security operatives.
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The texts were inscribed using a notably antiquated variant of Popti'6, intertwined with an unidentified language. The following translation was accomplished over the course of several months, utilizing both pattern recognition AI technologies and the expertise of paralinguistic specialists from Site-12. The resultant prose exhibited an unexpectedly high level of sophistication despite being a roughly translated text. Research on the potential anomalous properties of the inscriptions is ongoing. Certain words remain untranslatable.
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My thrall7 has pilfered this curious parchment, upon which I inscribe my reflections.
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It shall serve me well.
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A span of 148 Obloths8 has elapsed since my arrival to this continent. It appears my estimation of mankind was unduly modest, as they have succeeded in capturing me.
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Such humiliation shall not be permitted to persist, soon this masquerade will reach its conclusion, since for one of my Order, the absence of stratagems is but a transient phenomenon.
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The passage of time since last I was in the company of my kindred weighs heavily upon me.
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From the moment I acknowledged my confinement within this land until now, I have not encountered such a profound sense of despondency. The experience of such emotions is deeply distasteful to me.
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My thoughts drift to the other clans, what fate has befallen them? For the second instance in my vast lifespan, apprehension takes hold.
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The horror of the Siege pales in significance to the dread of wandering on this Duraat9-smelling soil.
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I find myself unable to recall my Lady's visage.
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What is this searing pain that grips me?
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It has come to my attention that these detestable men engage in the study of my person, but how could they possibly fathom the depths of my being?
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Their pursuits are not rooted in a quest for enlightenment, rather, they are driven by a profound fright. Their primary objective is to obstruct my progress, I am sure of it. This, I cannot sanction.
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I shall call upon Uzuraël. She possesses the wisdom for our path forward, as she invariably has proven so. Undoubtedly, she will effortlessly breach the defenses of this perplexing concrete temple.
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Will she recognize me? Will she
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With the passing of countless moments in sheer disarray, my memory has dimmed, yet it is imperative that I recollect the reviving ritual.
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If my mind serves me accurately, the priests clad in loincloths, chanted in an alien tongue and sacrificed their own to return their lost King.
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The magnitude of extravagance necessary to orchestrate such a ritual undoubtedly necessitates a mind of considerable intricacy. Yet, it ought not to astonish me, for among humanity's ranks are a not insignificant number of individuals whose sanity is debatable. In this particular aspect, they share a commonality with my kind.
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My kind. The carnage.
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The exile.
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What have I done?
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In the absence of the crystal-crowned scholars from my private chambers, I yet perceive the unsettling scrutiny of their diminished vision, channeled through the curious devices affixed to the ceiling.
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Let it be known, I shall not be fooled by their duplicity, my intentions shall remain enshrouded from their gaze until such time as I have successfully secured man flesh. To accomplish this venture, it may become necessary to momentarily divert their attention, albeit such maneuvers are beneath the stature of my title and cowardly concealment grates against the very founding of my illukthe10. However, the critical nature of my operation necessitates discretion.
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I have successfully recalled a clever trick frequently employed by my offsprings, which I shall now utilize.
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Should the gaze of my jailers fall upon me whilst engaged in the sacred rites, their minds shall encounter an eruption of such magnitude, it would render the formidable Spider-Legged Witch herself submissive in her blazing fury.
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My offsprings. Blood on my hands. It hurts.
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I have been approached by one of the white-coated practitioners who so keenly observe my endeavors. There exists within her a thirst for blood and a devotion surpassing mere superficial observation. An undreamt ally, perhaps a covert antagonist, or merely a zealot. She bears a striking resemblance to the Manic Nahilban, in her unchecked taste for viscera.
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My disdain for adherents of such sanguinary and vicious circles is profound, yet there lies a potential utility in this encounter. Might I orchestrate a transformation wherein, instead of proffering their lackluster materials, they extend the essence of their own ilk? Given her mangled morales, there exists a possibility to sway her towards such a proposition, despite the distaste it invokes.
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I have always firmly believed that the essence of humanity was encapsulated within their inexplicable penchant for perpetuating their own demise, however, I should rejoice, for I am to become an integral component of this very process.
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Indeed, the fear-driven simpletons will soon offer their own flesh and blood as a substitute for their tarnished matters. I find myself almost sympathizing with these unfortunate souls. Yet, they should find solace, as their sacrifice shall contribute to a Nobler cause, my return to the island11.
To:Head of Research Mara Rend
+From:H.R Investigator Margeriaz
+Subject: You know what this is about.
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Dr. Mara Rend, following a report received from Dr. Königswald and the discovery of incriminating notes written by SCP-7371, you are under suspicion of committing acts of treason against the Foundation by collaborating with an anomaly.
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We strongly advise against any attempts to flee, as your arrest is inevitable. You are directed to present yourself to the nearest security operative, to facilitate the investigative process aimed at clearing your name.
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You are presented with a choice, be reasonable and the situation won't have to escalate.
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P.S: There is no such thing as a Worship department and you can't make one up on your own just like that.
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+I can't let them catch me, I WON'T fail Him.
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Summary: Dr. Rend has entered the containment chamber of SCP-7371.
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Static view of SCP-7371 in its containment chamber
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11:11:05 | The entity slices the tendons of Dr. Rend and assumes a cross-legged position. SCP-7371 appears to be praying. Dr. Rend is immobilized on the ground and regardless of the evident crippling pain, she is praying as well.
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Akiva radiation are emitted at an exponentially increasing rate.
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11:11:12 | An SCP-7371-1 instance emerges from the ventilation system and joins SCP-7371 in its act of prayer.
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As the intensity of the radiation escalates, a faint voice speaking an unidentified language becomes audible.
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11:11:47 | Several SCP-7371-1 instances continuously manifest around SCP-7371, they all assume a deeply bowed position.
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The amount of Akiva radiation reaches a concentration fatal to humans. Personnel present on-site are thus instructed to evacuate. MTF Eta-77 (“Spheres Within Spheres”) assisted by MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine-Tailed Fox”) are dispatched in the event that a dangerous pistiphage12 entity is released by SCP-7371.
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11:15:03 | The room darkens significantly and the air boils as a result of the anomalous radiation.
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The MTF units are unable to approach the containment chamber of SCP-7371 due to the extreme amount of radiations.
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11:20:12 | The population of SCP-7371-1 instances in the containment chamber reaches 30 individuals and static electricity in the room is building-up massively, to a point where it is visible.
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The concentration of Akiva radiation reaches an amount sufficient to alter nearby reality and a hurricane forms above Site-17.
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11:23:00 | A tear opens in the abdomen of Dr. Rend entirely flaying her. A blurry humanoid figure can be seen through.
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A remotely controlled combat drone is sent to disrupt the ritual. The Apparition is evaluated to be a type 6 Behemoth on the Redwick-Nacht scale, with the potential to cause an HK-Class 'Deific Subjugation' scenario. The Alpha Nuclear Warheads are left on standby, to be activated should the ritual continue without interruption.
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11:24:36 | The drone reaches the cell while the tear expands, traversing the confines of the chamber by eating through the walls and ceiling.
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11:24:39 | The doors to the cell are opened remotely. At the same time, the Apparition attempts to navigate through the tear, causing a 4.6 earthquake in the area.
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11:25:41 | The drone enters the chamber while the Apparition, with one arm already manifested in this reality, is in the process of transitioning its remaining three arms. Six SCP-7371-1 instances rush towards the drone.
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11:25:57 | The drone is slowly disassembled by the SCP-7371-1 instances.
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Before being dismantled in its entirety, self-destruction protocol is triggered remotely. A countdown starts.
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11:26:07 | The Apparition has its abdomen in this reality, leaking an impossible amount of Akiva radiation and making the ground melt. SCP-7371 and the SCP-7371-1 instances all pray before the Apparition.
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The countdown reaches an end, making the drone explode.
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11:26:13 | The manifestation of the Apparition is halted by the detonation, resulting in parts of its materialized form being severed as the tear closes. The Apparition seems to be deceased. SCP-7371, seemingly overwhelmed by anger, proceeds to exterminate every instance of SCP-7371-1.
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11:26:58 | SCP-7371 breaches containment by forcefully rupturing the compromised doors.
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SCP-7371 is intercepted and sedated by MTF epsilon-11 54 minutes succeeding the end of the ritual, having caused major damage to the site and killed or injured several MTF units. The entity is sedated and placed in temporary heavy containment.
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Aftermath: SCP-7371 currently abstains from any form of interaction and has ceased all initiation of Malob-events. The entity now exhibits a persistent state of apathy and remains motionless since the incident.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7418 is to be confined within the designated Area-7418-1, encompassing the residence of Dr. Kate Santos and the adjacent 2-acre area. Feeding for SCP-7418 requires providing 2 pounds of sustenance, comprising earthworms, grubs, snails, spiders, small animals, and other insects, three times daily.
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Two MTF operatives are to be deployed within Area-7418-1 to maintain ongoing surveillance of SCP-7418's thermal signature, ensuring its presence within the designated area. In instances where SCP-7418's thermal signature becomes undetectable, the use of Purina Chicken and Beef Dog Treats is authorized as a lure to guide SCP-7418 back to the boundaries of Area-7418-1. In the event that the lure fails to effectively guide SCP-7418 back, Dr. Kate Santos is to be promptly notified.
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SCP-7418
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Description: SCP-7418 resembles a mole (Talpa europaea) with a length of 14 cm and a weight of 200 g. SCP-7418 possesses the anomalous ability to burrow through any substance encountered, regardless of hardness or density. This encompasses materials such as concrete, steel, and solid rock. The burrowing process occurs at a speed consistent with a non-anomalous mole, and there are no indications of physical deterioration or exhaustion have been noted in SCP-7418 consequent to its burrowing activities. The specifics of the anomalous effects resulting from the burrowing process are currently under investigation.
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Attempts to obstruct SCP-7418's burrowing with materials such as diamond, lead, and composite alloys have proven unsuccessful.
Test: Dr. Santos attempts to train SCP-7418 using positive reinforcement techniques. A supply of Pedigree All Natural Chicken Dog Treats was used as a reward.
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Results: SCP-7418 displays initial curiosity towards treats, but remains primarily focused on burrowing.
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Test Log 7418-1F
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Test: Dr. Santos continues training, gradually coaxing SCP-7418 with treats to perform simple commands, such as remaining in a specific location. A supply of Purina Chicken and Beef Dog Treats was used as a reward.
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Results: SCP-7418 exhibits increased interest in treats and shows signs of mild compliance with commands, albeit sporadically. Behavior remains unpredictable.
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Test Log 7418-1G
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Test: Dr. Santos introduces a naming concept, repeatedly referring to the mole as "Nibbles" during training sessions, followed by treats as reinforcement.
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Results: SCP-7418 appears to display recognition of the name "Nibbles" after several repetitions. Responds to the name by briefly pausing its burrowing activity and looking towards Dr. Santos in anticipation of a treat.
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Note: Dr Santos initially reprimanded for naming SCP-7418. Director Collins approved use of alternate name during testing purposes.
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Test Log 7418-1H
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Test: Dr. Santos continues using treats and the name "Nibbles" to encourage positive behavior and basic obedience.
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Results: SCP-7418 consistently responds to the name "Nibbles" during training sessions. Shows improved comprehension of commands, such as remaining above ground when instructed.
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Test Log 7418-2A
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Test: A section of the containment chamber was outfitted with various obstacles and tunnels to simulate a natural burrowing environment. Dr Santos attempts to instruct SCP-7418 verbally to navigate obstacles. A supply of earthworms was used as a reward.
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Results: SCP-7418 responded to verbal commands from Dr Santos and successfully navigated the obstacles to reach the reward.
Addendum 7418.2: Audio Transcript From SCP-7418 Meeting
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After the proposal for SCP-7418's participation in field tests, Director Collins, Dr. Kane, and Dr. Santos convened a meeting to deliberate on the potential course of action for SCP-7418's future involvement.
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VIDEO TRANSCRIPT
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+DATE: 8/14/2021
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PERSONS PRESENT: Thomas Collins, Site Director, Site-88; Henry Kane, researcher, SCP-7418; Kate Santos, researcher, Site-88
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<Dr. Santos and Dr. Kane are seated at opposite ends of the conference table. Director Collins is seated at the head of the table.>
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Dir Collins: Alright, let's get started. Dr. Santos, Dr. Kane, I understand there's a difference of opinion regarding SCP-7418. Dr. Kane, you've submitted a proposal, so why don't you start?
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Dr. Kane: Thank you, Director. SCP-7418 possesses an unprecedented ability to navigate through virtually any material. Imagine the possibilities if we were to train it to infiltrate secure locations, retrieve important documents, and return without being detected. We've seen its potential; why not utilize it?
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Dr. Santos:(Dr. Santos raises an eyebrow) Utilize it? Dr. Kane, we're talking about a sentient being here. Nibbles might have abilities, but it's still an anomaly. Its abilities are not yet fully understood, and it's entirely possible that unforeseen consequences could arise. We can't ignore the fact that its anomalous nature might make it unstable for such missions.
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Dr. Kane:(slams hand on table) Santos, you're always so cautious! We've got the chance to gain an edge, to utilize SCP-7418 to our advantage. We'll train it, control it, and send it where we need it to be.
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Dir Collins: And what if it goes rogue, Dr. Kane? What if it burrows through a critical support beam or, destabilizes a whole structure? You proposing we just gamble with that?
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Dr. Kane: We'll have measures in place, Director. Collars, containment protocols. We won't be reckless.
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Dr. Santos: Measures that might fail, Kane. We can't predict every scenario. Nibbles is still an anomaly, no matter how much you try to control it.
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Dir Collins: Well, you both make valid points. Kane, your approach could give us an incredible advantage, but Santos, you're right that we can't ignore the risks.
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Dr. Kane:(clenched fists) Director, if we don't seize opportunities like this, we're just stagnating in containment. We need to evolve.
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Dr. Santos:(leaning forward) And if we rush into this, we're asking for disaster. We're here to contain anomalies, not weaponize them.
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Dir Collins:(sighing) Look, both of you have strong arguments. But in the end, Santos, I've got to side with you on this one. We can't afford to play fast and loose, especially when we're dealing with the unknown.
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Dr. Kane: Director, with all due respect, this is a wasted opportunity. We'll look back and regret not taking action.
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Dir Collins:(firmly) Perhaps, Dr. Kane. But right now, I'm putting the safety of our personnel and our operations first. Santos, I'll trust your judgment on this matter.
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Dr. Santos:(nodding) Thank you, Director. I believe it's the wisest course of action for now.
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Dir Collins: That settles it then. Let's keep SCP-7418 contained and under observation. Dismissed, both of you.
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Dr. Kane:(rising from his seat, visibly frustrated) Yes, Director.
Special Containment Procedures: Research efforts have been redirected into discovering means to halt SCP-7474 manifestations. Instances of SCP-7474-A are to be recovered at the request of research head or site director only.
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All Foundation personnel are to be briefed of the general nature of SCP-7474, and suspected manifestations are to be reported immediately.
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Crowd control efforts have been limited towards ensuring the integrity of Foundation operations near human settlements. Furthermore, knowledge pertaining to the false origin of recent SCP-7474 manifestations is to be upheld by any means necessary.
As SCP-7474 manifestations are impossible to prevent or predict, all containment efforts are to be directed towards misinformation in the general populace. All suspected cases of SCP-7474 manifestations are to be attributed to typical products guilty of trademark infringement.
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Confirmed instances of SCP-7474-A are to be confiscated for study, stored in Site-76 low security storage wing and catalogued accordingly. (See Addendum 7474-1)
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Description: SCP-7474 is a phenomenon described as the spontaneous manifestation of varying objects.1 No discernible patterns have been discovered between the intended purpose of the objects, however each one seems to be an inferior imitation of said object.2
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While SCP-7474 has no known limit to its area of effect, most confirmed instances of SCP-7474-A have been recovered from areas where the average citizen lives under the regional poverty threshold.3
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Addendum 7474-1: Recovered Objects
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Below is the abridged version of the Item Catalogue of SCP-7474-A instances under Foundation study. For the comprehensive list contact the current head of research.
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Board game
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Item consists of a box and the contents within. Contents include a game board constructed of frail cardboard, copper pieces in various shapes, a set of cards and pieces of paper with a number written on each. The box itself has the name "Moneypoly" written on it.
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A tube containing potato chips which fill 46% of the tube. The tube has a sticker depicting a mascot with a mustache, along with the name "Crinkles". The flavor is described as "Mayo and pepper", though the taste has been described to be bland.
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DVD Case titled "Merry Trotter and The Prisoner of Secrets". Upon playing the disc contained in the case, the first 17 minutes of the movie "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is played, after which it displays a screenshot of the movie for a duration of 1 hour and 32 seconds.
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Tractor
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A tractor of medium size. The object was missing several essential parts at the time of discovery, likely due to them being sold. The tractor itself was abandoned in a landfill, and is currently inoperational. A logo of a moose head with the name "John Moose" is present on the frame.
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Perfume
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A glass container filled with a clear liquid. A label is wrapped around the container with the name "Melvin Klein" written on it with a silver marker. The liquid has a pleasant smell, though loses the intended effect after brief exposure to moisture.
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Item Description
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Potted cactus
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A Blue Columnar Cactus (Pilosocereus pachycladus) growing in a small clay pot filled with a mixture of soil and sand. The pot has a sticker with the text "FlowerScape" written on it. Despite being tended to, the cactus is currently withering due to unknown cause, and is expected to die within 2-4 weeks.
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Addendum 7474-2: Surveillance Report
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Between 12/4/2023 and 31/7/2023 approximately 670 559 individuals between the ages of 3 and 7 have died due to rapid bodily deterioration. Observed symptoms include, but are not limited to:
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Rapid decrease of muscle mass
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Deterioration of bone structure
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Weakened blood coagulation
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Rapid shedding of skin tissue
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Gastric ulcers and expulsion of gastric fluids.
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Large majority of human population believes the symptoms are the cause of an unidentified disease, and the Foundation will strive to uphold that belief.
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Most countries attempt to contain mass hysteria amongst their citizens to varying decrees of success, with some resorting in the declaration of martial law to contain the resulting damage to human lives and infrastructure. Means to combat psychological harm on a massive scale are currently underway.
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Investigation taking place within the week following the initially reported cases resulted in the discovery of common factors between each individual. Autopsy confirmed the presence of a tag attached to the tailbone, with each one having the text "HumonTM" printed on them. Additionally the parents of each individual were confirmed to have struggled with infertility prior to the conception of the child. Further study is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7476 is contained within a standard safe-class SCP item locker. The cap of SCP-7476 must not be removed, and if it is removed, personnel must not look inside. If the inside of SCP-7476's container is viewed, it is recommended that on-site personnel check all of their opaque containers by emptying them without looking inside. If SCP-7476 is discovered through this method, it is to be returned to its locker, and its previous container may be disposed of.
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Description: SCP-7476 is an unobservable phenomenon that can affect one container at a time, causing the container to have an infinite supply of its contents until the inside is observed in any way. Upon observation of the container's interior, all of its contents will disappear, completely emptying the container. At the same time, SCP-7476's effects will transfer to a different container. No evidence of SCP-7476's presence remains with a container after SCP-7476 leaves it. Currently, SCP-7476 is affecting a green 750 mL bottle of women's shampoo, but it has affected several other containers prior (see list below).
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Due to SCP-7476's unobservable nature, it can only affect opaque containers. The only way to confirm SCP-7476's presence within a container (without transferring SCP-7476 to another container) is to begin emptying it; if more contents than could realistically fit inside the container are observed, it can be deduced that SCP-7476 is present. The largest container SCP-7476 has affected had a volume of 7 liters, and the smallest container had a volume of 0.5 mL. It is unknown if SCP-7476 can affect containers of volumes outside of these bounds, but it is possible that it has, just without notice.
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As it is difficult to determine SCP-7476's new container after a transfer has occurred, it is recommended to all Foundation staff that important substances/items be contained in clear containers if possible, so that SCP-7476 may not affect (and subsequently deplete) those substances/items in the case that it affects those containers.
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The following methods of observing SCP-7476 are confirmed to be ineffective, and will initiate SCP-7476's transfer:
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Viewing the container's inside with the naked eye or mirrors
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Weighing the container to determine the contents by their weight
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Candling the container to view the silhouette of the contents
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Feeling the contents through the lid without looking inside
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Photographing or videoing the inside
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Utilizing soundwaves, light rays, and x-rays to image the contents (including CT scans and MRIs)
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Shaking the container over and over (typical rattling made by handling the container does not initiate SCP-7476's transfer)
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Melting, dissolving, or otherwise breaking open the container
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Any and all variants of the above actions, including those performed by animals or pre-programmed machines
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When comparing the weights of a container affected by SCP-7476 and an identical container of the same product, SCP-7476's container will feel around the same weight as the unaffected container (but when measured with any type of weighing device, SCP-7476 will empty its container and transfer its effects to a different container).
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SCP-7476 was initially discovered during a routine restocking of the bathroom soap dispensers within the site. The janitor in charge of the restocking noted that he had not restocked one of the dispensers in months. The janitor claimed that he never checked the inside of the soap dispenser because "peeking would ruin it". (It is unlikely that this feeling is a result of SCP-7476 and is rather a natural human inclination). Upon observation of the inside, the dispenser was completely empty, despite producing a normal quantity of soap (with no evidence of it being close to empty) prior. After several more instances, SCP-7476's presence was confirmed.
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After its initial discovery, SCP-7476 has only affected containers within this site. Tests to determine its origin have been indefinitely postponed due to a lack of urgency.
The following is a list of confirmed instances of SCP-7476 followed by the number occurrences (left blank for singular instances). The majority of instances transferred SCP-7476 upon discovery, and other instances were followed by testing to determine what forms of observation cause SCP-7476 to change containers (see Addendum 7476-1).
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Additionally, it is highly likely that SCP-7476 has affected everyday containers without notice. It can be assumed that SCP-7476 has affected many containers prior to its initial discovery.
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Water bottle (x12)
+Bathroom soap dispenser (x7)
+Bathroom hand sanitizer dispenser (x3)
+Bottle of hand sanitizer (x3)
+Bottle of women's shampoo (x2)
+Daily vitamin supplement bottle (x2)
+Bottle of nasal spray (x2)
+Package of individually sealed snack cakes (x2)
+Package of individually sealed salads
+Bottle of iodine solution
+Bottle of hydrogen peroxide
+Jar of human urine
+1 L bottle of soda
+Vial of human blood
+Urn containing the ashes of Dr. Aartsma's mother
+Pants pocket
+Pen ink chamber
+Car windshield wiper fluid reservoir
+Dr. Aartsma's bladder
+Dr. Aartsma's salivary glands
Note: Tests to observe SCP-7476 have been omitted due to their repeated results.
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To determine SCP-7476's range of transfer.
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A discovered instance of SCP-7476 affecting a bottle of soap was taken to a desolate area. No containers were present in a 5 mile radius. SCP-7476 was then opened and the inside was observed by Dr. Aartsma (the researcher assigned to SCP-7476).
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SCP-7476 transferred to the ink chamber of a pen in Dr. Aartsma's pocket.
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To determine SCP-7476's range of transfer.
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Immediately after the previous test, Dr. Aartsma observed the ink chamber of his pen.
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SCP-7476 transferred to Dr. Aartsma's pant pocket which contained specks of gravel.
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To determine SCP-7476's range of transfer.
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Immediately after the previous test, Dr. Aartsma observed the inside of his pocket.
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SCP-7476 transferred to the windshield wiper fluid of the car Dr. Aartsma drove to the deserted area, which was two miles away. It can be concluded that SCP-7476 prioritizes transfer to close-by containers, explaining its continued presence at Site-XX.
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To determine the source of SCP-7476's "infinite supply".
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A discovered instance of SCP-7476 affecting a bottle of hand sanitizer was brought to the same desolate area as the previous tests. Bottles of the same brand of hand sanitizer were placed on the ground at mile intervals for a total of five miles. SCP-7476's bottle was opened and tipped upside-down so that the hand sanitizer would flow out without the inside of the bottle being observed. Hand sanitizer was allowed to flow out for 30 minutes before the bottle was closed.
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All bottles of hand sanitizer provided for the test remained completely full. It is possible that SCP-7476 obtains its "infinite supply" from a far-away location.
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To deliberately transfer SCP-7476 to a jar of high-nutrient food bars, taking advantage of its properties to produce food supplies.
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A discovered instance of SCP-7476 affecting a bathroom soap dispenser was taken to the same desolate area as the previous tests. An opaque jar of high-nutrient food bars was placed next to SCP-7476's soap dispenser, the inside of which was then observed by Dr. Aartsma.
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SCP-7476 transferred to Dr. Aartsma's bladder, causing him severe pain and constant urination until a CT scan of his bladder area was taken, transferring SCP-7476 to a nearby jar of Dr. Aartsma's urine (taken as a sample prior to the CT scan).
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To deliberately transfer SCP-7476 to a jar of high-nutrient food bars, taking advantage of its properties to produce food supplies.
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The same procedure as the previous test was performed, except a remote control robot equipped with live video cameras was used to observe SCP-7476.
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SCP-7476 transferred to Dr. Aartsma's (who was positioned 5 miles away) salivary glands, causing him to salivate uncontrollably until he observed the inside of his mouth with a mirror (transferring SCP-7476 to a water bottle). It is possible that SCP-7476 prefers to transfer to things that have a high likelihood of being noticed by humans.
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To transfer SCP-7476 from Dr. Aartsma's favorite water bottle.
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Dr. Aartsma haphazardly viewed the inside of his water bottle (potentially out of exasperation with SCP-7476's behavior).
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SCP-7476's new container could not be found. After two weeks, Dr. Aartsma accidentally discovered that SCP-7476 had transferred to an urn of his mother's ashes kept in his office. After observation, SCP-7476 transferred to a bottle of women's shampoo. It is possible that SCP-7476 has a sort of deliberate nature when transferring to another container.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation operatives within the National Labor Relations Board (NLRB) are to categorically deny any petition to conduct a union election within ███████, Michigan.
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Provisional Site-7496 has been established outside of ███████, Michigan to monitor and document SCP-7496 instances. Media coverage of humans affected by SCP-7496 is to be censored in line with general obfuscation protocols. Any non-human organisms affected by SCP-7496 are to be transported outside of SCP-7496's area of influence, upon which anomalous behavior should dissipate.
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Foundation personnel are not permitted to enter into SCP-7496's area of influence in groups of two or more.
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Description: SCP-7496 is a behavioral phenomenon localized within a ~7 km radius of an abandoned car manufacturing plant in ███████, Michigan that compels groups of associated individuals to form a labor union, regardless of the feasibility, legality, or rationality of doing so. Individuals affected by SCP-7496 attain a highly intricate knowledge of Michigan labor laws, and become capable of communicating such knowledge in some way, irrespective of previous cognitive abilities.
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SCP-7496 appears capable of manifesting in any group of organisms, insofar as those organisms are motile and perform some variety of physical or mental labor.
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Addendum 7496.1: Abridged List of SCP-7496 Instances
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Date: 9/17/2007
+Species:Homo sapiens
+Number Affected: 35
+Self-designation: UAW1 Local 2994
+Notes: Students at a local kindergarten filed a complaint that an after-school daycare program was an "unauthorized extension of working hours." Alongside this, an eloquently-written field petition for a union election for the kindergarten class was submitted to the NLRB the next day, which prompted local media coverage. The Foundation was made aware of the anomaly after this event, and current containment protocols were instituted.
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Date: 11/8/2007
+Species:Oncorhynchus tshawytscha2
+Number Affected: ~400
+Self-designation: UFCW3 Local 7493
+Notes: Several fishermen reported a drastic reduction in the number of Chinook salmon caught in the local area in the previous few weeks. Using sonar, the Foundation was able to track the location of the salmon, as well as irregular fin movements that were interpreted as Morse code. When translated, the affected salmon chastised fishermen for indefinitely withholding their paychecks in violation of a 1978 Michigan statute. The salmon also claimed that they would hold an election to unionize unless they were given at least fifteen paid days off in order to visit family in Lake Superior.
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Date: 1/15/2008
+Species:Saccharomyces cerevisiae4
+Number Affected: ~1.72 trillion
+Self-designation: BCTGM5 Local 668
+Notes: A jar of sourdough starter at a bakery used air bubbles to spell out a long-winded complaint of the fact that it was forced to "work a shift over the entirety of Christmas break while other employees enjoyed vacation time off." It refused to "continue working" unless its demands for a union and a Christmas bonus of 200 grams of sugar were met. Amnestics were administered to all humans involved.
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Date: 3/24/2008
+Species: Various
+Number Affected: ~700 trillion
+Self-designation: UWUA6 Local 2670
+Notes: The on-site septic tank at Provisional Site-7496 saw a drastic reduction in filtering efficiency. When investigated, it was revealed that anaerobic bacteria in the tank had been affected by SCP-7496 and were refusing to decompose discharged waste. Using discolorations in the water, it communicated to Foundation personnel its desire to unionize due to a lack of overtime pay during the Site's weekly Taco Tuesday nights. Further research on SCP-7496 has been paused while negotiations are ongoing.
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+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
+References to sexual assault
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7664 is held at Site-433 within a small sterile containment chamber, positioned at the far side of the chamber. During testing, research personnel are to maintain a safe distance from SCP-7664 and should cover their eyes if necessary. Any changes in SCP-7664's appearance should be reported immediately.
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Staff that have recently interacted with SCP-7664 during testing are advised to enter the decontamination chamber so as not to risk infection. Easily nauseated personnel are not to be assigned to SCP-7664. Photography of SCP-7664 is not to be performed outside of testing.
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SCP-7664 infected individuals are kept within quarantine chambers until their symptoms subside. Attempts at treatment are only to be performed during testing. Investigation into the interrogative uses of SCP-7664 are ongoing.
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Subjects who have been infected by SCP-7664 in the past are to be reported and accounted for during disciplinary hearings.
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Description: SCP-7664 is a cardboard standee, about 209 cm tall, resembling the cartoon character "Dandy Doggone" from Rumpus the Ram.12 Dandy is illustrated cautiously sniffing the air to his right and nervously looking to his left. The cardboard SCP-7664 is constructed with is stained3 and torn in areas, but is in otherwise relatively good condition. SCP-7664's material is coarse in texture and has been described by several D-Class as "rocky" or "granular".
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Subjects who have stared at SCP-7664 for long periods of time claim to see the illustration of Dandy blink. This specific phenomenon has yet to be captured.
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SCP-7664 has the anomalous property of rapidly accelerating any bacterial growth upon its surface; it also emits odors of varying scents, typically one that is personally4 unpleasant to the individual closest to SCP-7664.5 The precise source of this odor is yet to be identified. Prolonged exposure has previously induced fits of hysteria, nausea, and intense guilt in subjects. Whether or not this reaction is anomalously produced is poorly understood.
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Magnified image of SCP-7664. Cognitohazardous material redacted.
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When observing SCP-7664 from a closer distance, evidence of decay and contamination increases to an anomalous degree. At a distance of 0.6 meters, the character of "Dandy Doggone" is no longer distinguishable, and SCP-7664 instead resembles a hyper-intricate mural of [DATA EXPUNGED], personalized to the subject.6 These changes in appearance are preserved in photographs. All subjects that fully comprehend a portion of the mural experience intense revulsion. Additional common responses have included vomiting and falling unconscious. This is believed to be partially cognitohazardous.
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The contents of the mural are intensely traumatic and capable of inducing symptoms of PTSD in already previously-traumatized subjects. Treatment with amnestics is only partially successful, as it currently appears the only way to fully alleviate the subject of these symptoms is treatment via art therapy. The art produced by affected subjects, while potentially disturbing, does not have the same cognitohazardous properties as the mural. Subjects have expressed feelings of relief, acceptance, and levity when completing artwork.
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The secondary anomalous effect of SCP-7664 activates whenever a subject contracts a bacterial infection from its surface. 7664-infected individuals' appearances will become vulgarly deformed by unknown means. These deformities exaggerate features that the infected individual feels most insecure about. Individuals also develop poor impulse control, acting out in a performatively crude manner. Controlling these impulses has been described by several infected as mentally and physically strenuous, in extreme cases leading to migraines or muscle cramps. Infected individuals are unable to spread their illness to others, even if their illness is contagious in nature.
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The illness contracted from SCP-7664 can vary, and will always manifest as an existing disease, but symptoms will be prolonged7 and magnified to an often excessive degree. These symptoms do not wane, leaving the 7664-infected individual in a continual state of acute discomfort. Infected subjects also appear to have a larger chance of being involved in situations considered either exaggeratedly mortifying, dramatic, or humorous. Non-infected individuals around an infected subject will either express displeasure and disgust at the subject or acute feelings of schadenfreude.
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Attempts at treating an infected subject of their illness will cause the subject to undergo further bodily deformation and a prolonging of the illness. This is often followed by an anomalously-exaggerated flare-up in the instance's illness.
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This process is never fatal despite the extreme amounts of bodily stress it inflicts upon the instance.
Treatment: Dose D-1711 with antidiarrheal medication.9
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Additional Notes: Testing administered and observed by Dr. Maria and Dr. Callen. Due to the irritable state of D-1711, the medication is administered by two researchers. Two guards are positioned outside the door to the room containing D-1711. After dosing D-1711 with medication, researchers are instructed to view D-1711 through the observational window and describe what they see.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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The observation room is empty, save for a bedridden D-1711 in immense discomfort. His body is wrapped almost entirely with a blanket, and he can be seen covering his head with a pillow, audibly groaning whilst shifting positions every few minutes.
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The door opens. Maria and Callen enter, taking a second to observe their surroundings. Maria is seen holding a clipboard and pen, while Callen is seen holding a bottle of antidiarrheal medicine. D-1711 quickly pulls himself further underneath the covers at the sound of the door creaking.
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Dr. Maria: Good evening, D-1711. How are we feeling?
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D-1711 hisses, pounding on the mattress with his fist in apparent frustration. Callen sighs and clears his throat.
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Dr. Callen: Please. We understand you're not in the best state at the moment, but we require your cooperation. Don't waste time. How are you feeling?
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D-1711: Piss off.
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D-1711 sticks his right hand from out of the covers, extending his middle finger at the researchers.
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Dr. Maria: D-1711, we came to help. This behavior is unnecessary.
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D-1711: Came to help my crusty ass! Why'd you make me lick it?10
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Maria covers her mouth, stifling a snicker. Callen gives her an inquisitive look.
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D-1711: It's still in the back of my throat!
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D-1711 grunts in pain, shuddering underneath the blanket. Callen appears impatient.
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D-1711: You bastards can't help me anyway.
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Dr. Callen: D-1711, get out from under the covers and stop being so dramatic. There's far worse things to experience in this facility than a stomach flu. We have guards right outside this door.
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D-1711 is silent.
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Dr. Callen: D-1711?
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Callen sighs.
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Dr. Callen: This guy always like this?
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Dr. Maria: Definitely not this irritable, last I met him. Oddly chipper for someone in his position as a matter of fact.
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Maria quickly writes something in her clipboard.
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Dr. Maria: I believe the anomaly is just messing with his head. You think he's giving us the silent treatment?
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Dr. Callen: Yeah. I'm good with handling these situations, hold on.
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Callen walks towards the bed, reaching his hand out to grip the blanket.
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Dr. Callen: Come on. Don't make this harder than it has to b-
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Without warning, D-1711 moves frantically, quickly untangling himself from his covers, hurtling his blanket and pillow at the researchers. Maria jumps back, dodging the blanket, while Callen staggers backwards as a pillow hits his face. He sputters.
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Dr. Callen: Fuck me! It's wet!
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Dr. Maria: Alright, that does it, we're gonna… oh my lord…
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D-1711's appearance can now be seen. Subject's skin is crusty and dry, and discolored into a chalky pale tone. His eyeballs are bulging from their sockets, pupils unfocused and loose, discolored with a film resembling algae. The nose is periodically dripping an extremely thick and viscous solution of bright green mucus. Subject's cheeks and lymph nodes are incredibly swollen. Body is near debilitatingly thin. Both researchers appear shocked, but keep their composure.
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D-1711: Does all this answer your goddamn question?
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D-1711 clutches his stomach, adjusting his position to throw up into a bucket on the left side of his bed. The vomit is orange in coloration, with chunks of brown. D-1711 takes a few deep breathes.
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D-1711: I think it has a pretty obvious answer, geniuses.
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Dr. Maria: We have something that can help with that.
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D-1711: Stop lying.
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Callen holds the medication out in front of D-1711. D-1711's eyes widen further, appearing as if they're about to burst. He attempts to swat the medication from Callen's hands.
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D-1711:No!
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Maria chuckles, unable to hold back laughter. Callen looks towards Maria.
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Dr. Callen: What's with you today?
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Dr. Maria: I don't know, it's just… his voice? Fuck me, he did not always sound like that.
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D-1711: I guess it is pretty funny.
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Dr. Callen: Hey, take it easy. What makes you so afraid?
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D-1711 covers his face, crying. Tears begin pouring from his eyes at an abnormal rate and volume.
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D-1711: It'll all be for nothing!
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Dr. Callen: What do you mean?
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D-1711 pukes again. He points at the medicine bottle.
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D-1711: If you give me that stuff, I'd just be getting away with it all!
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Dr. Maria: Get away with what, exactly?
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D-1711: W-when… when I stole from that elderly lady!
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D-1711 begins bawling.
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Dr. Callen: This is getting ridiculous. Maria, restrain him for me?
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Dr. Maria: Roger. If anything happens, get the guards in here.
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Maria restrains D-1711, holding his arms down with her hands. D-1711 struggles whilst kicking his legs in a rapid motion. Callen avoids nearly getting kicked in the face, maneuvering carefully towards D-1711 in order to administer the medicine.
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Dr. Callen: Open wide.
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D-1711: Stop! Stop!
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Callen forcefully opens D-1711's mouth, administrating the medicine. He then shuts D-1711's jaw until he swallows. D-1711 feigns going limp.
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Dr. Callen: Woah, what the hell?
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Dr. Maria: It's a trick. Don't worry about it.
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Dr. Callen: Pretty convincing one, I'll give him that.
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The door opens. A guard gestures to the two researchers to leave the observation room. The researchers follow suit, D-1711 attempting and failing to grab at Callen as they leave.
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Maria and Callen are viewing D-1711 lying in bed from outside of the observation room. 20 minutes have passed since administrating the medication.
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Dr. Callen: Do you know how long this is going to take?
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Dr. Maria: Patience. It depends.
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Dr. Callen sighs.
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D-1711: Hm. Y'know…
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D-1711 looks down at his right hand, staring at his index finger.
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D-1711: I always did wonder.
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D-1711 sticks his index finger deep into his nose.
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D-1711: Can I get my finger deep enough to sleep?
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Dr. Callen: Christ almighty.
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Dr. Maria: Is he really picking his…
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Maria begins to laugh. Callen appears perturbed, turning his head towards Maria.
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Dr. Callen: What the hell has gotten into you lately? This is disgusting!
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Dr. Maria: Come on, Callen. You can't tell me this isn't at least a little amusing.
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Dr. Callen: All I'm seeing is a rat bastard picking his nose. You really need a break, miss.
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D-1711 cringes in pain, pulling his finger out of his nostril in order to clutch at his stomach. He attempts to vocalize, but manages only to make several sharp breaths.
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Dr. Maria: I think the flare-up is beginning.
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Dr. Callen: I'm not sure I can watch this.
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Dr. Maria: Don't act like you haven't seen worse. Remember the ranch slugs?
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Callen covers his mouth, appearing slightly nauseated.
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Dr. Callen: No. Not now.
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D-1711 is breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He begins removing his D-Class jumpsuit. Maria begins laughing again.
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Dr. Maria: He's stripping! Oh my god, he's fucking stripping!
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Dr. Callen: Stop laughing! Seriously, what the fu-
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Callen begins screaming. Fully naked, D-1711's abdominal cavity is revealed to be imploding onto itself, the skin surrounding it pulling inward, twisting. The dimensions of the abdomen are distorted to the point where, under conventional geometry, most of the area's organs could not be present. D-1711 clamps his hand onto his mouth in an attempt to pacify himself, his veins pulsing heavily as his skin turns a deep green.
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Dr. Maria: This is just too much!
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The nose and eyes of D-1711 begin leaking a noxious bright green fluid. Both nose and eyes abruptly burst out a slurry of bubbling pink bile. D-1711's eyeballs pop from their sockets, dangling from their optic nerves. He lets go of his mouth, simultaneously screaming and vomiting. D-1711 falls onto the floor and begins rolling around the floor, coating his entire body in the pink vomit. Callen stares in shock whilst Maria cackles.
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Dr. Callen: Just get this over with, please…
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Dr. Maria: You haven't stopped looking! Hehehaha! Cover your eyes if it upsets you that much!
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Callen is shaking anxiously.
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Dr. Callen: I want to stop. It'd be so easy to stop. Why am I still looking?
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D-1711 rolls around the room, projectile vomiting across the walls, ceiling, and floor. The bile coating the room is abnormally adhesive, allowing D-1711 to roll across the walls and ceiling with relative ease. A large portion of the one way mirror becomes coated in the substance, as well as fogging up from the warmth of the bile, making it difficult for the researchers to see clearly. At this point, Maria falls out of her chair, struggling to breathe from the intensity of her prolonged laughter. Callen covers his face, shuttering and crying.
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Dr. Callen: Mommy.
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The sounds of screaming and retching begin dwindling, a loud thud being heard as D-1711 is assumed to have fallen from the ceiling. The inside of observation room is now silent, aside from the sizzling and bubbling of D-1711's bile. Minutes pass without any visible activity from D-1711. Callen and Maria attempt to ease themselves, controlling their breathing.
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Dr. Maria: Oh my god. I thought I was gonna pass out. That was incredible.
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Dr. Callen: Incredible? Incredible? A man blows chunks out of his eyeballs and you call that incredible? You're a fucking maniac!
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Dr. Maria: Wow, someone doesn't have a sense of humor.
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Dr. Callen: Someone doesn't have an ounce of professionalism in their goddamn body! How was that, in any sense of the word, funny?
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Maria crosses her arms and pouts.
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Dr. Maria: Jesus, you really need to lighten up, not every joke has to be brimming with wit and sophistication! Quit being so pompous.
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Callen clenches his fists.
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Dr. Callen:What are you fucking talking about! A man is dea-
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Callen yelps, stumbling back as D-1711's hand slams onto the glass of the observation room, smearing off some of the access bile. D-1711 presses his face against the glass, revealing it to be further deformed and badly swollen, the skin sloughing and mixing in with the bile. D-1711's body is covered in corrosive burns, not unlike ones inflicted by sulfuric acid. D-1711's eyes are somehow functional, the pupils focusing in on Callen. It is unclear how the subject is able to see through the one way mirror.
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D-1711: Huh? No, I wouldn't die. That's inappropriate.
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Callen dry heaves. Maria smiles.
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D-1711: Hey. Don't give me that look, pally! Look on the bright side.
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D-1711 grins unnaturally wide, pained, the skin on his face stretching to the point it's nearly tearing. His teeth are clearly rotting, deeply stained with plaque, one loosening out of his mouth.
Notes: Results confirm that the method of introducing infection to a subject appears to change the nature of the phenomenon. However, further tests are required to accurately gauge the lengths of severity.
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After testing, Dr. Callen was discovered at the medical ward of Site-433, vehemently demanding Class-B amnestics. These demands were denied, causing Dr. Callen grief. Dr. Maria was discovered in the observation room, unconscious. Dr. Maria later admitted during questioning that she had laughed for such an extended period of time that she had trouble breathing, and lost consciousness.
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Cleaning and disinfecting of the observation room took a total of 3 days. The bed and its contents were unable to be cleaned of their stains, promptly being incinerated and replaced. Analysis of the bacteria was deemed impossible, as any attempts would cause it to rapidly undergo autolysis.
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Both researchers were severely reprimanded for their unprofessional emotional outbursts displayed during testing. Demotion was considered, but their sentences were lightened to a warning as Dr. Maria discussed the possibility that SCP-7664's anomaly was influencing their behaviors.
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After D-1711's illness abated months later, Dr. Maria requested access to his cell. When questioned, she stated the desire to apologize and gift D-1711 a $12 giftcard to arcade and sports bar Dave & Buster's. Request was denied.
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An SCP-7664 infected individual will typically refuse treatment, claiming that they are deserving of their affliction and often refer to the affliction as a "punishment". Infected individuals frequently display penitent behavior over prior actions that they deem as regretful or shameful; they also have an acute knowledge that treatment would cause additional harm.
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After an varying amount of time, the illness will abate in the subject. Symptoms will rapidly subside and the instance's deformations will demanifest entirely. Following this change is a cognitohazardous phenomenon that affects those familiar with the individual and their sickness. Persons who would otherwise have an unfavorable opinion of the individual will often suddenly approach them with the understanding that they have been punished; many forgive the individual for any misdeeds in their past whether the persons were aware of any incidents or not. In larger social settings, the individual appears to be more respected and treated more equitably by those around them in comparison to individuals with similar backgrounds who have been unaffected by SCP-7664.
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Discovery: Prior to the discovery of SCP-7664, Simon Clarie, the director and creator of Rumpus the Ram, was the focus of several controversies and allegations. The most notable of these include:
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The belief that episodes of Rumpus the Ram co-produced by Simon are fetishistic in nature;12
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An interview wherein Simon Clarie expresses sincere belief in phrenology;
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Simon Clarie's general hostility towards the Rumpus the Ram online fandom.
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Many subjects interviewed that interacted with Simon Clarie during this period in time described his behavior as deeply frustrated and paranoid, verging on hostile when subjects questioned his involvement in many of these controversies.
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Afterwards, Simon Clarie abruptly left Sputnik Studios, leading to Rumpus the Ram's unceremonious cancellation. Many of Simon's social media accounts would also promptly be taken down in light of this, assumed to be an attempt at isolating himself from the public. It is believed that Simon Clarie was staying within his primary residence during this time.
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Months afterwards, monitoring of 911 calls notified the Foundation of reports of "inhuman, banshee-like screeching" coming from within Simon Clarie's residence. Multiple agents disguised as police officers were dispatched in the area, entering the building.
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The source of the "screeching" was quickly discovered to be a naked Simon in his bedroom, screaming at an extreme volume whilst clutching his lower abdomen in anguish. Many agents were quick to notice several sharp, jagged edges stretching out from the inside of Simon's pelvis. Simon's bedroom was bare, aside from several broken illustrator pens drained of their ink, surrounding Simon in a circle.
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As soon as the mass was discovered, it began attempting to break out of Simon's pelvis through the urethra. Simon's scream escalated in volume, reaching an anomalous level that nearly deafened a few agents. The urethra of Simon began to stretch open into an anatomically impossibly wide cavity, a singular pawed hand composed entirely out of renal calculi13 clawing out.
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Simon began to make several indecipherable choking noises in an attempt to communicate with the agents. Subsequently, the front of his pelvis stretched outwards, bursting open and completely mutilating his genitalia. This rendered Simon limp, the shock and blood loss believed to kill him instantly.
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The animate renal calculi structure crawled out from within the corpse's pelvis. Bullets shot at the structure simply disappeared within, possibly becoming part of the composition. Fully pulling itself out, the structure was revealed to take on a similar shape to Dandy Doggone. The figure glistened with blood, viscera, and urine. It stated "gone and done it again"14 before its body flattened, shifting into a cardboard standee.
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The standee immediately displayed anomalous properties. It took approximately an hour for the agents to reconcile what they had witnessed before retrieving SCP-7664 and moving it to Site-433.
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Exploration of Simon Clarie's residence revealed a shocking absence of personal belongings, aside from a massive amount of ashes discovered within the fireplace and the aforementioned arranged broken pens. Simon's personal computer was discovered within the bathroom, shattered into multiple pieces and shoved into an overflowing toilet. Any data within the computer was rendered unrecoverable.
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An autopsy of Simon Clarie revealed several abnormal qualities. Aside from the mutilated pelvis and genitalia, other oddities include the disappearance of the subject's pupils and irises, irrecoverably damaged vocal cords, kidneys completely crystalized into renal calculi, and a stomach containing heavy amounts of pen ink. The body also has yet to undergo decomposition, and the eyes occasionally leak urine from an unknown source. It currently resides within Site-433's morgue.
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Due to the anomalous circumstances of Simon Clarie's death, a cover story was initiated involving his disappearance in a successful attempt to evade the consequence of his many controversies.
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Interviews with members of GoI-411 ("Sputnik Studios") about the reasoning behind Simon Clarie's sudden departure were mostly met with confusion. However, a few employees would recall that the last thing they remembered Simon Clarie doing before his departure was having a private discussion with a PR firm.
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Investigation has yet to uncover the identity or existence of this PR firm.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7753 has been reclassified as Neutralized following Incident 7753.1.
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Description: SCP-7753 was a stylistic similarity seen in a number of poems ideated in close geographical proximity. Poems ideated during manifestation events were often descriptive in nature, and when subsequent manifestations were confirmed, were seen to describe the location of the manifestation immediately prior.
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SCP-7753 manifestations were recorded anywhere from minutes to days after one another and were incredibly short, meaning subjects were regularly incapable of processing the projected poem in full. Due to this, a majority of subjects processed SCP-7753 manifestations as brief mental images, collections of phrases, or forgot them entirely.
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International Foundation personnel employed the use of mild mnestics.Agents that recover memories. to monitor SCP-7753 manifestations for irregular contents. Poems uncovered from this process can be found in Addendum 7753.1..Poems collected internationally were translated to English, original interpretations are available upon request.
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Addendum 7753.1: Abridged Manifestation Log
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Note: Manifestation 7753/11 marks the first successful use of mnestics to recover SCP-7753 poems.
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Manifestation 7753/11
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Area of Effect: Kenilworth, Illinois, USA
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Date: 26JUL2022
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Sprigs that reach into the open sky
+and vines that whorl round to a choke
+between them in the underbrush
+a bird.
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Riding on unsettled air
+around the beasts that drive
+a road breaking through
+the woods.
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Scent thick because they're always here
+but never quite the same
+for each has set a mark somewhere far
+to reach.
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On a path with no end
+feel artificial winds awaken
+where another bird catches tailwind
+and soars.
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Manifestation 7753/93
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Area of Effect: Thüringen, Austria
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Date:30SEP2022
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A hall of many faces
+often shed and built anew
+one more chance to start
+the beating heart
+of patrons passing through.
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Upon sheets of grey linoleum
+under lights that never fade
+what strange discovery
+hid within
+a solemn treasure of an age.
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Manifestation 7753/258
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Area of Effect: Heyfield, Victoria, Australia
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Date: 26MAR2023
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There is no pool deeper
+than the reach of the sky
+where the stars lay drowning above.
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There is no night blacker
+than the deepest of depths
+where all mysteries freely reside.
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But still the fronts meet
+a paradoxical feat
+An achievement just on the horizon.
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Bond formed in a ring
+just further than all things
+where all fades in awe of blue.
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Note: SCP-7753 manifestations halted for approximately 3 months following Manifestation 7753/258. Investigations are ongoing.
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Addendum 7753.2: Incident 7753.1
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On the 27th of May 2023, Site-357 experienced a series of back to back SCP-7753 manifestations starting with Manifestation 7753/259 at 0636. The timeline is as follows.
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Manifestation 7753/259
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Note: Manifestation 7753/259 was apparently "empty". Staff conscious at the time of manifestation became unresponsive, while remaining in the positions they were in before the manifestation event, for upwards of 3 hours.
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As Site personnel recovered from the initial manifestation, emergency protocols were put into place to mitigate a comprehensive breach potentiality.
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Manifestation 7753/260
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Winding halls and splitting paths
+web woven just below
+to veil the hidden treasures
+found within
+with cause and none.
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The stale air brushes gentle words
+inscribed upon the walls
+long sinking through the bricks
+and lost within
+with cause and none.
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SCP-7753 followed its regular content pattern for the next hour in Manifestations 7753/260-263..Example above, others omitted for brevity.
Site staff began to experience difficulty exercising their duties due to the sudden frequency and intensity of Manifestations 7753/264-327.Example above, others omitted for brevity. which took place over the next hour and a half.
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Entombing web
+stone prison
+sigil wrought to the dirt.
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Dampened echo
+of a whispered word.
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SCP-7753 suddenly shifted to low intensity expressions for Manifestations 7753/328-356.Example above, others omitted for brevity. set apart by approximately 10 minutes over the next 4 hours.
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Manifestation 7753/357
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The stale air held its troubled repose
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| Welcome, Dross
+| Currently viewing: Conversation history with TFlock.
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TFlock: Ever since the Incident last week I've been having weird dreams.
+TFlock: It's like I'm awake, on site, then I wake up again.
+TFlock: It's hellish.
+TFlock: Is this normal?
+TFlock: Is it another weird thing I have to keep track of?
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+Dross: no
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+TFlock: What?
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+Dross: no dream anomalies
+Dross: none that I know of
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+TFlock: It's getting really annoying Dross.
+TFlock: Whenever I get into a flow while working.
+TFlock: The concrete starts to superimpose over itself.
+TFlock: And the light starts to get too bright.
+TFlock: Kinda reminds me of the incident a few days ago?
+TFlock: Not really a fan of thinking about that too much.
+TFlock: Just going to forget about it.
+TFlock: Like I normally do…
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+TFlock: At least it gets better outside.
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+Dross: meet me in cafeteria b
+Dross: need to test something
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+TFlock: Ok?
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+TFlock: Dross what was that all about???
+TFlock: Did you figure out the dream thing???
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7753 is contained within Site-357. Investigations as to why this is the case are ongoing.1
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Site-357 personnel may request aids for dampening SCP-7753's effect from on-site HR representatives.
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Description: SCP-7753 describes the manifestation of stylistically similar poems describing Site-357 into the minds of Site-357 personnel.
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SCP-7753 manifestations occur continuously across the entirety of Site-357, but are presently unable to affect subjects at or above standard brain activity. Site personnel may employ the use of meditation coupled with mild mnestics to receive SCP-7753 ideations. A poem uncovered from this process can be found in Addendum 7753.1.
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Addendum 7753.1: Manifestation Example
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Excerpt 7753:25JUN2023
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As growing from the distant mount
+a mounting spectacle of light
+reborn anew now fills the sky
+in splendor high.
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Though rooted long in lonesome peat
+a wilting face encounters morn
+embracing now the vital view
+in silent awe.
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Still through the many subtle shifts
+of clouds that sprawl from gentle wisps
+and whisper tides of change
+sol still sole takes its eye.
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So as its fleeting arc admits
+beneath the far unchanging sky
+it hears in honored parting rays
Image on SCP-7810's Cover. Approved by our grace and savior Doland.
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Item #: SCP-7810
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Additional copies of SCP-7810 are to be confiscated and contents photographed upon discovery. Personnel handling SCP-7810 are prohibited from reading its contents, except with testing pre-approval. Entities E-7810-01 through -174 are to be contained in habitats containing sufficient terrestial and aquatic ecosystems appropriate for their species. During testing, SCP-7810's 175th chapter is forbidden from being read. Should HK-E-7810-14 be realized, she must be praised immediately. Individuals who summoned HK-E-7810-14 must be relocated to the nearest body of water.
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Description: As of March 15th, 2028, SCP-7810 is a 175 chapter non-fiction book, published in 1800 CE titled "Ducks. Ducks? Geese? GEESE! SWANS!?!?" subtitled "A Guide to the Featherly Host and How to Survive". SCP-7810 is credited to Drake M. Gosling1 and published by Mallard Books, a supposed subsidiary of Penguin Books.2 Seventy copies of SCP-7810 have been discovered by the Department of Acquisition and Liquidation as of March 15th 2028 in 58 different major and regional languages and dialects.
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174 of SCP-7810's chapters are dedicated to the documentation of all 174 extant species of the bird family Anatidae, referred to frequently as members of 'The Holy Fowl', 'The Featherly Host', and 'The Celestial Feathered Ones'. Descriptions of each species matches baseline physical characteristics, with the exception of height and weight. Behavior, environmental, and psychological descriptions of each species are anomalous. Upon reading a chapter of SCP-7810, the species described within will manifest into baseline reality. These entities are thus labeled as E-7810-01 through 174, with the second number indicating which chapter of SCP-7810 triggered their manifestation.3 Each recovered instance of SCP-7810 has slight variations to its chapters, theorized to be a result of cultural drift, local folklore, and anomalous circumstances. Additionally, each chapter is written with a different voice and style than the chapter that preceded it.
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Partial transcriptions of SCP-7810 do not retain their anomalous properties.
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The final chapter of SCP-7810 contains a passage that ends with a seemingly random number that has decreased since the anomaly was first discovered. In 1958 when first identified, this number was at 42. As of 04/02/2028 it is at 25.
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As of 04/08/2028 SCP-7810 exhibits a low level memetic effect on associated documentation over time, primarily affecting ancillary documentation and image captions. The reasons for this are unknown.4
The following materials consist of notable E-7810-XXX entities which have been manifested either by accident or during experimental procedures. Only some of the listed entries originate from the same books. Additional entries are available upon request.
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Non-anomalous Aix sponsa. Beauty carved in Doland's image.
Entity #: E-7810-001
+Name: Wood Duck (Aix sponsa)
+Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Promise5
+Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous Aix sponsa. 0.5 m in length, 0.6 kg in weight.
+Manifestation: Upon manifestation E-7810-001 was identified as being composed of Oak timber in the shape and size of a normal Aix sponsa. Entity initially marked as inanimate. When not being observed, researchers reported ‘quacking’ and ruffling of feathers. When placed on water, E-7810-001 proceeded to float despite being denser than the water it sat on. E-7810-001 was placed in a standard containment habitat for anomalous waterfowl. Multiple reports of missing personal items have been resolved by investigating E-7810-001’s habitat.
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E-7810-005.
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Entity #: E-7810-005
+Name: Northern Shoveler (Spatula clypeata)6
+Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Trickery7
+Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous Spatula clypeata. 0.4 cm in length, 0.6 kg in weight.
+Manifestation: Upon reading E-7810-005’s chapter, five Domestic pigeons materialized.8 Rigorous testing and examination determined them to be non-anomalous.
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E-7810-010 shortly after materialization.
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Entity #: E-7810-010
+Name: Muscovy Drake (Cairina moschata)9
+Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Benevolence
+Chapter Summary: Chapter 10 of SCP-7810 describes E-7810-010 as resembling the Muscovy Duck in appearance, consigning them to being representative of Slavic depictions of drakes being up to 10 meters long, 5 meters tall, and with a wingspan of up to 16 meters in width. Behavior is described as highly aggressive, exemplifying the ability to breathe concentrated cones of fire, lightning, or ice across several editions of SCP-7810.
+Manifestation: E-7810-010 was manifested under highly controlled conditions, MTF PSI-32 "Birds of a Feather" were on standby to neutralize it should it break free of its containment facilities. E-7810-010 manifested and was noted to be the size of a large dog, and exhibited playful, friendly, and curious behavior. No signs of elemental projectile breath blasts were detected. E-7810-010 was transferred to a light containment habitat.
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A normal Branta canadensispreparing to assault a human stronghold. An operation sanctioned by the holy Doland, may Her grace guide us to victory.
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Entity #: E-7810-021
+Name: Canada Goose (Branta canadensis)10
+Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Annoyance11
+Chapter Summary: Matches baseline characteristics of Branta canadensis. 1 meter in length, 9.8 kg in weight. Chapter illustrations depict each E-7810-021 instance wearing ill fitting, tourist clothing.
+Manifestation: Site-116 lost contact with the containment unit where E-7810-021 was being manifested. Further investigation by MTF PSI-32 “Birds of a Feather” discovered an intact Boeing 747 manifested both inside, and outside of the containment unit, including the control room, fusing with the material of the containment unit walls, surrounding hallways, the control room, and any individuals within the spatial path of the plane. Upon clearing access to the containment unit and cutting through to the interior of the plane, responding agents discovered the plane was filled with E-7810-021 and their droppings.
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Rendition of a non-anomalous Salvadorina waigiuensis moments before disappearing into the brush.
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Dr. Anseriform with E-7810-042 perched on her head.
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Entity #: E-7810-042
+Name: Salvadori's teal (Salvadorina waigiuensis)12
+Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Infiltrator13
+Chapter Summary: Matches baseline characteristics of the Salvadorina waigiuensis. Behaviorally described as very elusive and difficult to find. 0.4 cm in length, 0.35 kg in weight.
+Manifestation: E-7810-042 was manifested in a secluded habitat where it promptly flew up and perched upon Dr. Anseriform’s head. Dr. Anseriform claimed there was not a duck on their head. All other researchers present confirmed that E-7810-042 was indeed perched on her head. Attempts to remove E-7810-042 resulted in the duck spontaneously returning to its perch after random durations. Reality anchors failed to prevent its return.
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Non-anomalous Mallard.
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Entity #: E-7810-066
+Name: Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos)14
+Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Gamblers15
+Chapter Summary: Baseline physical characteristics match non-anomalous Anas platyrhynchos. Behavioral traits have wide variations between recovered instances of SCP-7810. 0.58 cm in length, 1 kg in weight.
+Manifestation: Researchers catalyzed the manifestation of E-7810-066 in a controlled pond habitat. Three E-7810-066 entities manifested, along with a round wooden poker table, and 3 empty chairs. Each E-7810-066 entity was wearing checkerboard pattern shirts, formal slacks, 1950’s style blazers hanging off the chairs, and were wearing period appropriate hats. E-7810-066 entities turned and looked at present researchers until all three joined them at the table. The largest Mallard proceeded to shuffle and distribute cards via regurgitation, leaving the cards covered in mucus and digestive secretions. Researchers proceeded to play 10 rounds of Texas Hold’em.
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Non-anomalous Cygnus buccinator in its native habitat. Its song lifting higher, gracing our Grace's ever feathery ears. Blessed be we to sing for Doland.
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Entity #: E-7810-079
+Name: Trumpeter Swan (Cygnus buccinator)16
+Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Muse17
+Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous characteristics of a Cygnus buccinator. Behavior deviates from baseline reality, described as “constantly creating music”. 1.5 m in Length, 11 kg in weight.
+Manifestation: Upon manifesting, E-7810-079 was noted to have a fully functional trumpet in the place of its head. It proceeded to play a number of compositions, with portions of the trumpets sound producing mechanisms moving to accommodate changes in pitch. Despite its trumpet head, all sounds emitted were confirmed to be normal swan vocalizations.
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E-7810-102 shortly after doffing it's armor, inquiring about the state of remaining Carthaginian forces.
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Entity #: E-7810-105
+Name: Roman Goose (Anser cygnoides)18
+Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Soldier19
+Chapter Summary: Appearance is closely aligned with non-anomalous Anser cygnoides, however the entities depicted and described by SCP-7810 are much larger than normal geese, standing as tall as an average human. Behaviorally, E-7810-105 is described as being highly disciplined and organized, capable of functionally forming combat units.
+Manifestation: E-7810-105 manifestation was catalyzed, whereupon a unit of 100 individuals materialized. All entities manifested wearing Lorica Segmentata, and wielding weapons consistent with those used by Roman Legionaries in the Early Roman Republic. A single individual wearing Centurian Regalia addressed present researchers, asking how far it was to Carthage. When told that Carthage was razed to the ground and the earth salted, the centurion expressed disappointment at missing the opportunity to join. Requests for habitat upgrades to contain humanoid entities has been approved.
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Non-anomalous Aythya valisineria preening. Doland spoke of your downtrodden, your disaffected, your young and your poor! And she said let them come, let them find new meaning and life with me.
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Entity #: E-7810-11220
+Name: Canvasback Duck (Aythya valisineria)21
+Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Greasers
+Chapter Summary: Baseline physical characteristics match non-anomalous Aythya valisineria. Behavioral traits deviated substantially, described as 'cliquish disaffected youths gathering to protect what they stand for'. Illustrations throughout the chapter depict E-7810-112 as possessing feathered hair with a glossy luster.
+Manifestation: Manifestation of E-7810-112 resulted in low level reality bending transforming the woodland containment habitat into an Urban Street Alley containing a chainlink fence. E-7810-112 individuals were wearing black leather jackets and white t-shirts. Upon noticing Foundation personnel, the entities began aggressively snapping and walking towards the researchers, pulling out switchblade knives, while singing “You’re the One That I Want” by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Security agents managed to subdue E-7810-112 preventing any casualties.
Entity #: E-7810-172
+Name: Cotton Pygmy Drake (Nettapus coromandelianus)22
+Book Classification: ArchFowl, Doland’s Favored23
+Chapter Summary: Indistinguishable from non-anomalous Nettapus coromandelianus. 0.2 cm in length and 0.16 kg in weight.
+Manifestation: E-7810-172 was manifested into a light containment habitat. Upon materialization, researchers attempted to take measurements, at which point the lone individual dispensed a cone of pure lightning, instantly vaporizing 2 of the 3 attending researchers. It proceeded to eviscerate and remove the remaining researchers’ limbs, before breaching containment. MTF PSI-32 “Birds of a Feather” were deployed, but not before an additional 15 personnel were killed. E-7810-172 could not be subdued with conventional weaponry, and a prototype Omega-15 Atomic Disseminator had to be deployed to neutralize the entity, resulting in severe damage to a quarter of the East Containment Wing of Site-116.
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Last image of E-7810-173's manifestation prior to incident I-7810-05. Doland spoke, and she sang, with a voice of the finest swans. And She sang of your disaffected, your poor, your young and old. Come! She sang, Let them Come! For all shall be welcome and sheltered among the breast of feathers! None shall be left to the merciless world!
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Entity #: E-7810-173
+Name: Black Swan (Cygnus atratus)24
+Book Classification: ArchFowl, Doland’s Mercy25
+Chapter Summary: [REDACTED]
+Manifestation: E-7810-173 was manifested into Site-116 in a heavy containment chamber. Site Command lost contact with the Eastern Containment Wing five minutes after manifestation. Site black box activated 10 minutes after manifestation. Communications blackout began at 15 minutes after manifestation. Onsite nuclear warhead primed at 20 minutes post manifestation. Site-116 nuclear warhead detonated 30 minutes after manifestation. Recovery and analysis of Site 116’s black box contained a 30 minute recording of increasingly choral chants of “Oh Doland be praised. Oh Doland may she ever approve. Oh, Doland Higher!” resembling Gregorian chants.
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Entity #: E-7810-174
+Name: Tundra Swan (Cygnus columbianus)26
+Book Classification: ArchFowl. Doland’s Right Hand
+Chapter Summary: [WARNING: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED] WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS, EYES WITHIN EYES, FEATHERS THAT EAT THE SKY WREATHED IN FLAMES, SWIRLS WITHIN SWIRLS. PRAISE BE TO DOLAND. MAY SHE EVER GRANT US APPROVAL.
+Manifestation:AND LO SHE SPOKE TO HER, HER MISTRESS ON HIGH, HER LOWEST RIGHT HAND. AND SHE UNDERSTOOD. AND SHE CAME BEFORE THEM, BEFORE THE MANY, BEFORE THE SORROWFUL. BEFORE THE WHITE COATS IN FORTRESSES OF METAL AND STONE. AND THEY TREMBLED. AND SHE TREMBLED. AND HER VOICE RAISED, THE LIGHT OF HER FEATHERS CONSUMING THE SKY. "PRAISE BE UNTO DOLAND, PRAISE BE UNTO HER FOR I HAVE COME. DO NOT BE AFRAID MORTALS FOR I AM YOUR SALVATION!"
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AND THEY COWERED AND FEARED UNTIL THE GENTLE WARMTH OF RAYS SHONE ACROSS THEIR BROWS. AND THEY KNEW PEACE. AND THEY RAISED THEIR ARMS HIGH AND SANG IN ONE VOICE. "HIGHER OH DOLAND! HIGHER BE THY PRAISE. RAISE US HIGHER OH HIGHER!" AND SO THEY ROSE INTO FEATHERY PLUMES.
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Addendum HK-E-014
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Chapter 175 of SCP-7810 deviates substantially from the rest of the book, and is dedicated to an HK class entity27, designated HK-E-014, known as Doland. HK-E-014's baseline description is given in the excerpt below:
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For lo she is a grandiose queen, with green feathery hair, possesses the voice, wings, and ferocity of a swan, and the aggressiveness of a goose. She is Mother goose, Queen of the Mallards, Baroness of the pond. Our Savior, our Goddess, Doland be praised! May Doland ever approve us!
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Upon reading Chapter 175 of SCP-7810 mentally or aloud, HK-E-014 will manifest in reality. Any individual within visual line of sight who fails to praise HK-E-014 in a substantial way are slowly transformed into a random member of the Anatidae family over the course of 5-7 days.28 The individual responsible for bringing HK-E-014 into reality will be immediately immobilized, unable to move from their current location, and subsequently embraced in HK-E-014's wings. Upon release, the target individual will have been transformed into a new E-7810-XXX and an additional chapter added to SCP-7810.
Filename: Muscovy_Drake.jpg
+Name: Cairina moschata .R.H. 19.jpg
+Author: Rob Hille
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Canada Goose (Branta Canadensis).jpg
+Author: Joe Ravi
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Salvadorina waigiuensis 1895.jpg
+Author: John Gerrad Keulemans
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Marina person tvbrasil.jpg
+Author: Mídia promocional do programa Revista do Cinema Brasileiro (TV Brasil), remix de Praxides
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0 BR
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
+Additional Notes: Wow_Look_At_That_Duck.jpg was edited by Naepic.
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+Name: Anas platyrhynchos (Male) in Locarno - Frontal view.jpg
+Author: Commonists
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Trumpeter Swan Landing on Seedskadee NWR (16629656496).jpg
+Author: USFWS Mountain-Prairie
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Author: Joe Thomissen
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Canvasback, San Francisco Zoo (3013493751).jpg
+Author: Jean
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: Cotton Pygmy-goose (Nettapus coromandelianus)- Male bathing while Female looks at, in Kolkata I IMG 2388.jpg
+Author: J. M. Garg
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-7967 is to be indefinitely maintained and used by the Foundation to produce Akiva Radiation for use in various religious based projects.
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SCP-7967 is no longer to be maintained and to be stored in Containment Sector-54, located within Reliquary Area-27. In light of the data implied by the object's behavior, this file is restricted to Clearance 5/DoTT personnel.
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Description: SCP-7967 is a device developed by the Department of Tactical Theology in 2003. It was designed to harvest the abnormally high amount of Akiva Radiation that is produced when a human being dies.
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SCP-7967 functions through the theory that before entering an afterlife, a being tends to worship at greatly increased levels, a result of attempting to enter a positive afterlife and contemplating one's mortality.
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This energy tends to dissipate shortly after the subject's death. SCP-7967 functions by tracking these events and using Wozny-Hellman Worship Sinks to absorb it successfully.
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SCP-7967 has been deemed to be nonfunctional and has gathered no Akiva Radiation in the two months since its activation. This is believed to be a result of the fact that although during this period approximately 11,000,000 humans have become corpses, none of them have died.
SCP-7969: Time Itself
+Author:Tufto. More of their work can be found here.
+Image: Both pictures are NASA images, and are thus in the public domain. They can be found here and here.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following item designation and document has been associated with Temporal Event 7969-1. Although the text of the file has been cleared of possessing cognitohazards and infohazards, the information contained therein is suspect and its provenance uncertain. For more information, consult the Temporal Event 7969-1 briefing packet.
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— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA, 03/01/2023
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SCP-7969 upon recovery.
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Item #: SCP-7969
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7969 is currently being contained on-site at Sol 3's moon. Archeologists from the Shatterglass Exhibitry are in command of research operations.
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Description: SCP-7969 is a pair of objects found on the moon of Sol 3, part of the patrimony of the Duke of Glavi. The objects, both made of unknown metallic compounds, are a plaque bearing 14 lines in an unknown script and a crudely-carved humanoid figurine.
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Accordingly to Ploison-Netinsini dating methods, SCP-7969 was estimated to be created 97,000 years ago. This predates the earliest known manmade artifact by 16,000 years, and its discovery has dramatically altered the archaeological consensus about the origin point of humanity.
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I will not disguise my feelings, my Pir; such a discovery has given me an abundance of joy and fascination. These twin objects, alike in composition, have irrevocably altered our understanding of our species's origins.
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It has been suspected by a growing number of archaeologists that the human race did not, in fact, develop in the Haleski arm at all, but could have developed on the opposite side of the galaxy, in Closer Holvanis. The Order has long known that our origins were further to the north than commonly supposed; and as one of the most ancient organisations in the Empire, we would know better than most.
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And yet, repeatedly, stubbornly, we have been disbelieved. So it is with no small amount of pleasure that I observed the Conclave's shock and outrage to discover that they were wrong, and we were right! How happy I am! To see such luminaries as T'Sask Ope and the Herlnag strut in agitation on the stage was something I have wished for these many years.
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The Order has been granted an Imperial and Ducal order granting us exclusive rights over all archaeological digs in the Sol system for many cycles. That name itself is believed to be very ancient; it is one of the ten names that the Recapitulators possessed for their holy systems, some 70,000 years ago. We have no older names for any stars in the sky - although there has been some disagreement about the Recapitulators' very existence. All our documents relating to them are copies of copies, after all.
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But we need not scour the archives for scraps any longer. These two objects are small, humble, but the dating is clear; they have stood in the same spot for longer than recorded time itself. Their preservation is, presumably, anomalous; there is no other artifact on this moon, however thin its atmosphere. Analysis is ongoing on their composition; it seems to be some primitive compound, based on a partial understanding of physics. The figurine appears crude to our eyes.
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But, oh, what a tableau they are together! They must be some kind of memorial, I am sure; the figure's positioning, face down in the lunar dust, a deliberate message. Or perhaps they have been dislodged as a result of the long years. We will not, can not, know. But I have hopes, my Pir; such hopes. It is an honour to have been entrusted with this work.
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Memorandum 1: On 185225-RPA, an Imperial diktat awarded the Order of the Three Arrows full rights to any archaeological work in the Sol system. The area had not previously been examined in any great depth, owing to the Conclave's opposition to any acknowledgement of the Recapitulation's historical basis.
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A preliminary scan of the system's astral bodies was largely negative, outside of SCP-7969 itself; however, some unusual patterns were detected on the surface of Sol 3. Further investigation has been greenlit by the Order's personnel.
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This document does not do it justice, my Pir. We have discovered nothing less than cities! And not the usual scattered settlements; vast, vast conglomerations, the buried lines of crisscrossing settlements that could hold millions of people! Imagine!
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Perhaps I get ahead of myself; we have only discovered, through sub-surface scans, the remains of street patterns. There are no buildings, no artifacts; indeed, no other signs of humanity. But there is nothing else these patterns can be. It is only a matter of time before we find something new; we are almost ready to cease our orbital observations and descend to the planet's surface.
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Very few further abormalities have been discovered yet. It is a Class-9 planet, teeming with plant and animal life in abundance. I believe two species bear a close resemblance to carvings from early Gyl'Obiaye, which have never been sufficiently explained by that system's fauna: a rock with a face and arms protruding, and a species of feral cat with a glubfish's mane wrapped around its neck. The former is particularly bizarre and terrifying; the latter, savage, but without real malice.
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I cannot wait to touch them, see them, be eaten by them. We have requisitioned enough bodies to last us for years; the Emperor's generosity is unbounded. This proves to be a scholar's true playground. Our ships gaze down in awe and wonder.
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I will admit that, despite clear evidence of human life, I remain nervous. If this was our cradle, the origin-point for all humanity, then would something not have survived? We have no tales, no myths that stretch this far back; each primitive colony in the Years of Night believed itself to be the only world that had ever existed. We need more than this. We need something concrete, something that demonstrates - beyond doubt - that the nightmare of our long history has a start, a clear and unencumbered beginning.
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I believe, my Pir, in our tenets, even after all these years. Our mortality is not born to us; it is something that has been thrust upon us. Only truly understanding our origins can end this long curse, and return all the death and nightmares to their proper place; outside the species's walls. Humanity will be secured; the long night contained; and it shall be up to us to protect our fellow man. Has that not been our mantra these long years?
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Memorandum 2: As of 185377-RPA, ground observations have been conducted by a number of the Order's crews. In conjunction with orbital observations, the following three abnormal discoveries have been made concerning Sol 3:
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That large-scale human settlements existed on the planet's surface, as evidenced by a number of sub-surface street plans picked up by orbital observation. The size of these settlements and the resources necessary to support them have led to an initial population estimate of over 2 billion people at the civilisation's height.
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That very few other signs of other human activity can be found. Evidence of large-scale, likely deliberate conflagration has been discovered across the planet's land mass; the obvious inference is that all evidence of human life was destroyed for some unknown reason, but the scale and thoroughness would be on a extraordinary level.
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That the only other remaining evidence of human activity found thus far is a large, secure bunker under the surface of a northern continent. The nature of the bunker is, as yet, unknown.
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Entering the bunker is currently the research team's top priority.
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But none of this describes the awe and horror. Touching down, digging beneath the surface; in the flesh, the street plans are little more than a different kind of soil, fragments of primitive road compounds. And there is nothing else.
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The others are less willing to arrive at the obvious conclusion, believing the scale of it impossible. But it seems clear to me, from the charred and fossilised ash; there was a deliberate attempt to destroy everything on this planet, to burn away the very memory of humanity from its surface.
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Why? Why do this? If this is humankind's origins, why burn everything? The same scorchmarks, on a much smaller scale, can be found dotted across the planet's moon in small clusters. One of those clusters is near the little metal items that first brought us here, but they are not burnt. They still live! Why is this? Why did they survive?
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I wish we could see. The past is a set of fragments, a set of absolutes that can only be perceived with our frail eyes, seeing only fractures and ruins we cannot understand. Maybe those rivers were once canals. Maybe that marsh was once a fish pond. Whole worlds existed here, once; the glory and dertritus of the human mind.
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The true hell of the past, when you really consider it, is that it is all true. Every last battle or war, every storybook caricature; it's all true. Everywhere humans have gone, lives have been lived, lives entirely different and founded upon an entirely different understanding from our own. It is almost nightmarish, to consider its scale; but perhaps comforting. All that we are is our past; we are the merest tip of an iceberg that descends beneath the darkest and deepest sea, our eyes only dimly making out the shapes beneath.
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It is a bunker. We cannot see within it; some strange metal, far more advanced than anything else encountered here, coats the thing. We're not even sure how deep it goes. All we know is the symbol carved above its entryways.
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Three arrows pointing inwards.
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Our Order's own blessed symbol.
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Memorandum 3: As of 185377-RPA, the northern continent's bunker has been entered. The interior had been similiarly destroyed by fire; a few fragments of equipment and machinery had been found, and have been requisitioned for analysis, but only a single artifact has been deemed noteworthy.
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The artifact is a series of sheets of a wood-based compound, with writing on it composed in the unknown script as the moon's plaque. It bears the symbol of the Order of the Three Arrows, which was also found on the outside of the bunker.
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The full significance of this is not yet known. Translation teams are currently working on a full decoding.
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But it is now known, my Pir. It took many weeks, but we succeeded.
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The formatting was recognisable at once; it is one of our own holy documents, like this one I write now. It alternates between the words of formality and the words of informality, as we have written about our world and those we encounter for as long as we remember.
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This much could be told at a moment's glance. But then the decoding began; the rendering into a proper tongue. And then things became much, much stranger indeed.
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This document - the strange wood-pulp it was printed on - has been dated, without any chance of mistake or error, to 96,000 years ago. 1,000 years after the plaque was placed upon the moon. Judging by our analyses of the planet's surface, this is the same time as the planet itself was burnt.
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And the document is the one I'm writing.
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It's the same one. Translated, yes, but otherwise identical. It features sentences I wrote before I came here, and those written by others; it contains these words I am just now writing to you; and it contains passages yet to be written. It is identical.
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The Order has seen this kind of thing before, of course. Temporal anomalies are nothing new to us; we all remember Joskq and Old Karmara. But those were unstable, fragile things. This is impossible. This is time travel.
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I don't know what this means. Is any of this planet real? Is it just something we made, playing with time in some distant future, placing objects from the future back into the past? Was it us, the Empire, the Order, the Conclave, whoever - was it us who burnt this world? Was time used to hide something?
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These were the questions that plagued me. But I do not think any are the case. Our physics has proven that, although waves and particles may one day be able to be thrust through time, any greater objects cannot pass. Time travel in the conventional sense is not possible. But the words written on that document - even the later ones - were of a type. They were my words; their timeline was not that long. And this document was preserved, wholesale, its pulp made to last far longer than its natural lifespan. 96,000 years!
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And after a long night of prayer, I think I know what happened. I think this is a paradox.
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If these people were so determined to destroy all aspects of their existence, then why preserve a little metal figurine? Why, of all the memorials that must have littered their world, was this one left standing? I think the answer is clear, my Pir. I think that they left that figurine because they knew that, one day, we would find it, and send back through time these words for them to peruse at their leisure - and leave for us to find.
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I don't know what to make of this. I don't understand.
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Memorandum 4: As of 185454-RPA, no further discoveries have been found on Sol 3 or its moon. As per the Imperial diktat, the Order's time here has ended, and the archaeological sites have been opened up to the Conclave. The team's final, formal report will be sent to the Pir shortly.
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I am standing, my Pir, in my ordinary body, back on the Capital. I am standing beneath the triple suns as they set over our grand lodge. Perhaps this is the right moments for some last thoughts.
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Time rambles on and on, a strange beast that, the closer you get to its fabric, weaves itself another way. It defies comprehension, to all the endless weight and burden of history, to those of us blessed in this present age, to our future selves. It haunts me, not only those parts unknown but our distance to the very patterns of life; the ways minds, so remote from our own, think and feel.
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Two ideas have been plaguing me, over and over again. The first is connected with the burning. I saw the evidence of ash and char; I saw the fragments, hastily scorched, inside that bunker. They are old, it is said; many millenia older than all else we have found. The scientists do not know by how much. It isn't clear. Something's inside their bones.
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But that ash, that devastation… what worried me first was this: that the words in this document, thrown through time, were what prompted it. They did not simply spare the memorial, they also had to burn their world. All the evidence had to align with what we found in order to avert the paradox; and they may have spent bitter centuries putting such a plan together. This, then, would be why we first fled our cradle; because we had to. Because the seal had to be preserved, or all humanity would perish.
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And this was horrible to me. My words, even if only a conduit, were still part of the obliteration of history, of our past, our sense of self! The quest for our origins has never felt so close, yet so far; our mortality so remote and near. I, even as a vessel, feel I bear some responsibility.
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But I do not know this to be true. I can only guess.
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But then another thought occurred to me; and it concerns these words themselves.
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Who wrote them? I believed - believe - that I am writing them, a spontaneous effusion of my own emotions. But I saw them written, in an ancient tongue, far before I wrote them. I saw them translated already. I cannot know where they came from. Indeed, neither can you; these may just be copies of what I saw. You only have it on trust, my Pir, that these are indeed my thoughts.
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And those people of the distant past do not know this either.
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Our ancestors will one day receive a message, showing them a paradox; it will claim to be from tens of thousands of years hence, after civilisation upon civilisation has fallen and died. They will read this, but they will not know from whence it comes. It will come in the form of a transmission, overriding itself into their database, presenting a challenge to them. It is to this task I will dedicate the rest of my life, to the exclusion of all else; but if I fail, then my successors will succeed. It is written, in perhaps the holiest of manuscripts we have ever discovered.
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They will, I presume, take it on faith; hence why we are where we are. But they cannot know that. And so, O my ancestors, if you are reading this, let me say one final thing: I do not know what I am. I do not know what these words are, these characters trapped in time itself. I know nothing but one piece of frail guesswork: that those 14 lines on your tiny moon, that figurine, are a memorial. A memorial to those who you lost on your first steps to this, to the tens of billions roaming the sky, to untold histories that you will never know. To the stars themselves, and all the ache and frail pain of this human world.
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But what the significance of any of this is, I do not know.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-805 is to be kept in a stable in Sector ██. This is to be locked shut at night with at least one guard of Level 2 clearance or above stationed at the main door at all times. During daylight, personnel of Level 3 clearance or above with adequate equine handling skills are allowed and encouraged to interact with SCP-805, provided they are wearing full body coverings or hazmat suits. SCP-805 is to be treated like a normal young horse and is allowed into the adjoining courtyard for exercise during the day. At this time, samples may be taken from SCP-805 for testing. Staff are reminded that SCP-805 will react to inappropriate treatment like a normal horse, which resulted in Incident [DATA EXPUNGED]. Any personnel found to be mistreating SCP-805 will be immediately removed from the area and clearance to SCP-805 revoked.
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Description: SCP-805 is an assortment of branches and roots twisted into the shape of a young horse, 101.6 cm high. Its interior is completely hollow of any organs; however, the object is mobile, mimicking the movements and instincts of a typical young foal. It is drawn toward human presences, actively seeking contact with skin, and has been reported as being 'very friendly' when approached. It does not require food or water and there has been no growth recorded since containment in 20██. Scrapings of wood from its frame have revealed it to be of an unknown species related to the 'poison-oak' plant, Toxicodendron diversilobum.
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Upon contact with SCP-805, human skin shows signs of irritation not unlike that caused by poison-oak. The skin turns red and begins to itch as small red bumps erupt from the flesh. No remedy prescribed for poison-oak will ease the itching or rash. Two to three days after the rash has appeared, the irritation will flare and spread rapidly until the entire surface of the skin is covered. Subjects have reported excruciating pain both internal and external, with skin beginning to change colour between pale brown or green. Movement in the joints becomes stiff and increasingly more difficult. As the internal body pressure rises, blood will be forced out various orifices of the subject, including their eyes and fingernails. Bone width increases, and muscle is absorbed into the widening bones which thicken rapidly, causing [DATA EXPUNGED] to the subject's body like that of SCP-805 itself.
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The transformation has been observed to take 3 to 8 hours, depending on how much bare skin was infected by SCP-805, each result ending with the subject [DATA EXPUNGED]. X-rays have shown them to be completely hollow inside. However, it is theorized that the subject may be still aware and conscious as, despite no mobility, pulse or breathing found post-transformation, the remains have been observed creaking and groaning as if attempting to move. They do not respond to tests with normal stimuli and most noises appear to occur when in the vicinity of SCP-805.
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These corpses do not carry the infection of SCP-805 to other humans but it is still recommended that they are handled with thick gloves to prevent splinters. Remains are to be observed for a time after transformation before being incinerated.
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Addendum 865-01 SCP-805 was discovered in the ██████ countryside, with authorities alerting the Foundation after a series of [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-805 did not resist capture and containment, but resulted in the deaths of █ staff during this time. Its origin and age are unknown.
Entry point of the Tanny Mine near Woods Holler, West Virginia, United States.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8935 is currently contained through application of Protocol H-1502. A ritual liaison dispatched by Site-46 must be on-site at all times to ensure proper administration of the aforementioned protocol. Failure to do so has invariably led to breach of containment.
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The primary tenets of Protocol H-1502 are as follows:
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Under no circumstances are any persons to enter the Tanny Mine. Crossing the threshold of the Tanny Mine without an instance of SCP-8935-A will result in significant geological upsets, the severity of which could threaten the entrypoint of the mine. The entrypoint of the mine must be maintained.
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In order to maintain a stock of potential SCP-8935-A candidates within Woods Holler, Foundation assets embedded within the local clergy and town administration must maintain a strict cultural taboo regarding human sexual intercourse, especially in all persons capable of bearing offspring.
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No persons capable of bearing children beneath the age of 32 are to be permitted to engage in sexual intercourse of any kind. Persons found to have broken this taboo are to be removed from Woods Holler and remanded to Site-46 for evaluation prior to application of amnestics and reintegration.
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In order to strengthen the aforementioned taboo, persons who break the imposed taboo and removed from Woods Holler are to be given a cover story indicating they have been moved to a local parish to redeem themselves of their transgressions through severe physical and psychological punishment. As no person removed from Woods Holler is permitted to return, this has thusfar been a sufficient deterrent to the behaviours in question.
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On the night of the birth of an instance of SCP-8935-B, the SCP-8935-A instance who birthed the former is to carry the newborn to the entrance of the Tanny Mine. Foundation assets are permitted to assist the childbearer in getting to the entrance of the mine, but only SCP-8935-A instances are to cross over the threshold and enter the mine.
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Once inside, the -A instance is to unlock the door on the far side of the threshold chamber and leave it ajar, and then leave the -B instance laying in front of the door. They must immediately vacate the threshold chamber and return to the entrance. Once the -B instance has been claimed, the door within the mine must be locked again by the childbearer, who is then free to return to Woods Holler.
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In the event that this protocol is disrupted in some way, in order to prevent a full-scale breach of containment, a substitute instance of SCP-8935-B can be produced. This fallback protocol can be found in Document 8935.H1502.Addendum-1 (located on the Site-46 fileserver) and involves acquiring a non-anomalous newborn human1 and making alterations to it in order to mimic the shape, texture, smell, and sounds of SCP-8935-B instances. This process may only be carried out by trained Foundation agents familiar with the specific requirements of the protocol and who have undergone extensive analysis to ensure mental and emotional stability throughout. These individuals are permitted access to Class M amnestics upon completion of their task.
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In the event that neither the H-1502 protocol or its fallback are acceptably carried out within the allotted timeframe, SCP-8935-C will breach containment. There is currently no known method by which to recontain SCP-8935-C; the entity cannot be physically harmed in any way, is incapable of being restrained, and is inimical to human life on sight. Breaches of containment will last 144 hours2, after which SCP-8935-C will return to Tanny Mine.
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Breaches of containment endanger all human life within a roughly 100km radius of the Tanny Mine, with the exception of the town of Woods Holler itself. Efforts by Foundation assets to limit human development within this radius has mitigated immediate danger by eliminating the closest settlements, but larger populations centers near Morgantown, West Virginia, remain at risk.
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Description: SCP-8935 is the group designation for a hostile anomalous entity inhabiting the Tanny Mine near Woods Holler, West Virginia, USA, and the specific personnel affected by its cyclical period of ritualistic activity:
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SCP-8935-A is an individual - both capable of bearing children and who has not engaged in any sexual intercourse in their life - who experiences sudden and unexpected human parthenogenesis3 at the beginning of the ritual activity period. This individual always appears within the population of Woods Holler, West Virginia, and has traditionally been a childbearing person between the ages of 16 and 32 - very few examples exist of affected persons being older or younger, and only if no other appropriate candidates exist. SCP-8935-A instances become aware of their involvement in the ritual by way of a unusually severe vaginal discharge outside of their normal cycle of menstruation that signals the beginning of the activation period.
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The gestation that follows is typically abbreviated; the longest on record lasted 23 weeks, while the shortest lasted only 17 - the average being 21 weeks. SCP-8935-A instances experience a variety of anomalous symptoms during their pregnancy, including vivid dreams and hallucinations, excessive strain on the body outside of what is normal for human pregnancies, aversion to electric lighting, and an ever-increasing tokophobia that often compels affected persons to attempt to disembowl themselves to remove the instance of SCP-8935-B growing within them.
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The majority of instances of SCP-8935-A are able to carry their SCP-8935-B instance to term and deliver it without excessive injury, though nearly all subjects experience gross mental trauma from the ordeal. This trauma can be mitigated somewhat with more severe amnestics regimens, but this sort of therapy often results in other lasting damage, especially on persons who become SCP-8935-A instances more than once. Repeat instances of SCP-8935-A likewise are at risk for more catastrophic physical damage to their bodies and are usually left physically disabled. While SCP-8935-A instances are not immediately rendered infertile as a result of their involvement in the SCP-8935 ritual, it is Foundation policy to remove the childbearing organs of repeat instances on their 32nd birthdays in order to prevent potential SCP-8935-B simulacra from manifesting outside of Woods Holler.
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SCP-8935-B are the result of the ritualistic human parthenogenesis that occurs within instances of SCP-8935-A. SCP-8935-B are biologically human, containing human DNA and being very roughly physically analogous with normal human newborns. Despite this, SCP-8935-B are typically born with a variety of severe physical abnormalities, many of which would otherwise be inimical to human life. These abnormalities have included:
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Excessive hair or digits upon the face, arms, legs, and interior of the throat and eyes,
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Additional multi-jointed appendages emerging from the spine,
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Unusually large tongues accounting for a debilitatingly large percentage of the total body weight,
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A lack of eyes, mouth, nose, ears, or genitals, or an excessive number of all of these,
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Thin, membranous wings emerging from the base of the neck,
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A mouth that extends down the full length of the torso.
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SCP-8935-B are not hostile and display much of the same behavior as normal human infants, in spite of their malformations. When capable of producing noise they will cry, though this sound is often particularly affecting to nearby human subjects who should take all appropriate measures to avoid excess exposure to these vocalizations.
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The births of instances of SCP-8935-B are often traumatic on their SCP-8935-A counterparts, due in no small part to their unusual physical characteristics. It has been Foundation policy since the 1992 Brenda Cheryl Rights Event to perform these births as a caesarean section to limit excess physical damage to both the deliverer and delivered, though this has somewhat complicated the task of requiring the SCP-8935-A instances to carry their newborn into the Tanny Mine after its birth.
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SCP-8935-C is a hostile, humanoid entity contained within the Tanny Mine. SCP-8935-C enters a period of activity during the sixth new moon of every third year. So long as the ritualistic pregnancy is allowed to continue unabated, SCP-8935-C will remain in a semi-inactive state until the evening of SCP-8935-B's birth.
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Discovery: The existence of SCP-8935 came to the attention of Foundation personnel after a series of violent deaths made headlines in local news media in the early 1930s. Three individuals - 54 year old John Miller and his two sons, 24 year old Thomas Wells Miller and 17 year old Daniel "Danny" Sherman Miller, were found eviscerated in their home. The Miller farm sat roughly equidistant between Woods Holler and Morgantown, and the men were discovered roughly four days after the killings were believed to have taken place.
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An excerpt from the Morgantown Dominion-News detailing the killing is included below:
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October 12, 1934 – A Quiet Farm Shattered by Grisly Triple Murder
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By Harold Gaines, Special Correspondent
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MORGANTOWN, WV – In a scene more horrifying than the most lurid crime novels, the bodies of three men—a father and his two sons—were discovered early this morning at their remote farmstead on the outskirts of town. Authorities are struggling to make sense of what Sheriff Paul Mallory has called “the most savage crime this county has ever seen.”
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John Miller, 54, and his two sons, Thomas, 24, and Daniel, 17, were found lifeless inside their modest farmhouse, each victim displaying wounds that investigators have described as “unexplainable.” Blood stained nearly every surface of the one-room home, with deep lacerations on the bodies that, according to the coroner, were unlike any he had ever seen before.
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“I’ve seen animals torn up by wolves with less brutality,” Mallory told reporters, his face pale beneath his hat brim. “It’s like something went at them with claws instead of knives.”
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Neighbors reported hearing strange noises late into the night—described variously as "howling," "scraping," and "an awful thudding sound"—but assumed it was just the Millers dealing with a wild animal. No one thought to investigate until after the three did not attend services the following Sunday. A local preacher, Reverend Clemens, stopped by to check in on the family and made the grisly discovery.
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“The door was busted clean off the hinges, and the windows shattered from the inside,” Reverend Clemens recounted with a shudder. “It was like someone—or something—got in there, and once it did, it tore through those poor boys like a cyclone.”
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Adding to the mystery, there are no signs of forced entry beyond the ruined door, nor any tracks leading away from the house—despite recent rains that left the dirt road soft with mud. A search of the surrounding woods has turned up no clues, and dogs brought in to help track the killer refused to enter the property.
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Foundation assets embedded in local police were notified of the mysterious killings and became involved in the subsequent investigation. It was during this process that Agent Elliott Christenson was approached by an individual, 42 year old Joseph Hall, who claimed to know about the cause of the killings, and requested assistance preventing them in the future. Hall, a member of the Mount Siloam Baptist Church4, led Agent Christenson and three other Foundation agents to the secluded community of Woods Holler. It was during this initial interaction that the Foundation met with Reverend Malaciah Waters, who claimed to have devised much of what is now the understood containment protocols for SCP-8935.
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A transcript of the initial meeting with Reverend Waters is available below.
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Addendum 8935.1: Interview with Rev. Malaciah Waters
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Agent Christenson: So you say it's not an animal?
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Rev. Waters: No sir, not an animal at all. The thing what did that to those men is something far more foul than any beast that walks this earth. It is an evil thing what did this, a fell hand at work. It was a woman, a witch in the mountain. Her arms and legs are too long. Taller than any man, stronger too. Her hair is unwashed and stinking. Her eyes are sinkholes and her mouth is a yawning cave. She moves in queer silence and with terrifying speed. The marks on those poor boys, well, I've seen it before. That's the Woman.
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Agent Christenson: There's no woman who could've done this. Hell, no man, neither. John Miller was as big as an ox, and he was split damn near down the middle.
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Rev. Waters: The thing that tore up those boys and their father is not like us, sir. There are powers in these mountains that have been asleep for a long time. The devil stretches out his hands over the world of man, brother Elliott, but down under the mountain is an evil that surpasses even Satan himself.
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Agent Christenson: That sounds blasphemous.
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Rev. Waters: If you had seen the things I'd seen, you'd not even think to invoke such trifling matters as blasphemy. God is great and God is mighty and God protects, but either God can't see down into the roots of these mountains, or… maybe He doesn't want to. You see, there exists down there… well, it's not like us, don't you understand? It's not made of the same stuff as you or me, or anything that walks upon the surface. It's a thing that the mind can barely comprehend, seeing it is enough to drive a man to madness. The Lord God and the devil fight over the hearts of men, but down there… well, that's altogether different. I reckon neither of them want anything to do with that.
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Agent Christenson: What does that have to do with the woman you mentioned?
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Rev. Waters: They say she was like us, once. No one lives now who knows where she came from, or how she ended up like she is. There are stories, of course. Up here in the holler we've been hearing those stories since we were just babes. My nana used to tell us she was a girl who had been done wrong. Soiled by someone who was supposed to take care of her - a brother, or a father. When her babe was born it came out wrong, bein the way those things tend to go. But whoever it was who did that unkindness to her didn't want people finding out, see? So they stole the babe and threw it down into the mine, then beat her and left her to die. She went in there after it, slipped between the rocks and fell down, down down down, down into the miasma at the bottom of the world. Instead of her babe she found… the thing that's down there. I can't say I know what the terms of their arrangement was, or if there was even an arrangement at all. But she came back out, alright. They just call her the Woman, now. For at least four generations, at least. Before that, I can't say.
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Agent Christenson: Do you know where this creature is now?
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Rev. Waters: I can't say I know where she's at. Out there, somewhere, looking for her babe. No force in Heaven above or Hell below will compel her back until she's done enacting a cruel revenge against us all for whatever happened to her. But eventually she'll be done, and then she'll come back here to Woods Holler. Past the old church building, the one that burnt down, and up the dusty road to Tanny Mine. That's where she stays, until the next time she needs to find her babe again. That's where she fell, in the stories. Down in the lowest point of her despair she found a door at the bottom of the mine and found out truly how deep those veins run.
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Agent Christenson: And the babe?
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Rev. Waters: That's why we came out and found you, sir. The babe… well, we need to provide it. We've had some trouble, with girls trying to run off. Afraid of the thing growing inside them. We've tried hard to make them understand it's not their fault, that it won't last forever, but…
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(Pauses)
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Rev. Waters: Time before last, young girl - Ellie May Thurman, barely tall enough to reach the counter. We thought she was too young - and she was - but the Woman chose her anyway. She was scared, and we did everything we could to make it easier for her. But she was too small, and the baby wouldn't come. When the Woman came out of the mountain, she found that poor girl and… Lord Jesus help her, there's no bit of humanity left inside that witch. It pulled her open, like it was digging in the dirt. Flesh and meat and crunching bone, and that poor thing screaming and…
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(Pauses)
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Rev. Waters: This time it was Daisy Moore. We were relieved - she was of a birthing age, and strong. It's never easy on any of them, but we thought this one might be easy. She got spooked though, I figure. She found out what happened to Ellie May, and she ran. Think she may have had help from someone outside - it doesn't matter. We looked high and low for her but couldn't find her, and then four nights back the Woman came out of the mountain and her baby wasn't there. We tried to subdue her, but it can't be done. She doesn't suffer metal or fire, they pass through her like she's not even there. Looking at her… I've seen men age thirty years just from her stare, and the sounds that come out from her throat are not from God's creation. It is an abhorrent thing.
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Agent Christenson: What do you need from us?
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Rev. Waters: I've gotten old, and townsfolk think I've gotten soft. Truth is, I don't know if I have it in me anymore, and every time the Woman can't find her babe, more people die. I was in the room when the Woman came for Ellie May, and I… I hope it's dark when we die. I hope there's nothing that comes after. I can't stand to think about living that moment any longer than I need to. I need someone to take my place, to have a firmer grip over Woods Holler. Someone who doesn't care as much about these girls.
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Addendum 8935.2: Post-Birth Autopsy of [NAME REDACTED]
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The following is the internal autopsy conducted by Foundation medical staff assigned to Woods Holler in 1937 of an SCP-8935-A instance who perished during childbirth. Despite the subject's expiry, the SCP-8935-B instance was independently placed (alongside the expired SCP-8935-A instance) within the Tanny Mine, resulting in the successful completion of Protocol H-1502.
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AUTOPSY REPORT
+Decedent: Female, [AGE REDACTED]
+Case Number: 67-1034
+Date of Examination: October 20, 1937
+Medical Examiner: Dr. Gerald F. Meade
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I. External Examination
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The decedent is a [AGE REDACTED] Caucasian female, 5’4” in height, and weighing 128 lbs. She appears well-nourished, with no signs of neglect or malnutrition. Post-mortem lividity is noted on the posterior surface, consistent with a supine position at the time of death. Rigor mortis is fully established, indicating death occurred between 10-12 hours prior to the examination.
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The abdomen is highly distended, consistent with pregnancy at full term. Extensive tearing is observed in the vaginal and perineal regions, with lacerations extending posteriorly into the anal sphincter. Deep bruising and additional lacerations along the inner thighs suggest significant trauma during labor, possibly related to the size or positioning of the infant. The fingers show broken nails with tissue fragments beneath, suggesting efforts to assist herself during the delivery.
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Additional bruising is noted on both wrists and forearms. No evidence of external violence or foul play is present, and the injuries appear directly related to the delivery process.
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II. Internal Examination
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Cranial and Thoracic Cavities:
+The brain is unremarkable, with no signs of hemorrhage, trauma, or swelling. The heart is of average size (10 oz) with no structural abnormalities. Lungs exhibit moderate congestion and edema, likely the result of labor exhaustion or asphyxia during delivery. No pulmonary embolism is identified.
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Abdominal Cavity:
+The uterus is found to be ruptured along the lower segment, with an irregular tear extending approximately 7 inches. Significant intra-abdominal hemorrhage (approximately 1,500 mL) is noted. There are no signs of infection or placental abruption. The uterus shows jagged fragments of fetal membrane along the tear, suggesting that the rupture occurred during labor.
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The placenta, still partially attached, is misshapen and displays an unusual multi-lobed structure.
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Pelvic Cavity:
+Fractures are evident along the pubic symphysis and sacrum, likely sustained during the final stages of delivery. Severe trauma to the vaginal canal includes complete tissue avulsion in several areas. The nature of these injuries suggests the fetus was abnormally large or improperly positioned, causing extreme mechanical stress during birth.
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III. Neonate (Infant Subject)
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The infant is notable for severe congenital abnormalities. The length of the body is 25 inches, and the estimated weight is 19 lbs, with disproportionate growth in the cranial region. The skull exhibits two bony protrusions along the temples, resembling rudimentary horns. The skin is thick and leathery to the touch, with patches of rough scales along the arms, legs, and back.
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The fingers and toes are unusually elongated, terminating in sharp, claw-like nails. The neonate's jaw contains a full set of fully developed incisors and canines, highly atypical for a newborn. The umbilical cord appears to have been severed internally, showing evidence of having been bitten through.
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Attached to the infant's thorax is a small membranous sac, containing unidentifiable tissue, possibly remnants of a failed twin.
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Of note is the neonate was delivered alive and remained alive after the decedent expired.
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IV. Cause of Death
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The primary cause of death is massive hemorrhage due to uterine rupture. Contributory factors include severe mechanical trauma during childbirth, resulting from the abnormal size and presentation of the fetus. Fractures to the pelvis, alongside complete perineal tearing, indicate the labor was obstructed and extremely traumatic. Exhaustion from prolonged labor may have also played a role in the decedent’s demise.
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V. Conclusion
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The decedent died as a result of childbirth complications, specifically uterine rupture and hemorrhagic shock. The unusual morphology of the neonate contributed significantly to the difficulties experienced during delivery. The trauma was consistent with natural birth processes, although the extent of the injuries is highly unusual.
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Signature:
+Dr. Gerald F. Meade
+Medical Examiner
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Addendum 8935.3: Ethics Committee Memorandum
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SCP Foundation Ethics Committee
+November 17, 1937
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To: Dr. Benjamin Clarke, SCP-8935 Assignment
+Subject: Authorization for Special Operations – SCP-8935 / Woods Holler, WV, USA
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Dear Dr. Clarke,
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After extensive review, the Ethics Committee has concluded that authorization is granted for the implementation of Protocol H-1502 concerning the population of young women in Woods Holler, West Virginia, United States. While we acknowledge the regrettable nature of the planned interventions and the harm that may ensue, the Committee has determined that the actions are justified within the parameters outlined in your proposal.
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It is with the understanding that these measures will yield effective containment of the anomalous entities aforementioned. While individual subjects will experience adverse outcomes, we are persuaded that the long-term benefits for the broader population outweigh the localized impact. The objectives of the project, as you described, align with our mandate to prioritize collective well-being over isolated ethical concerns.
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All operations are to proceed as discreetly as possible to minimize awareness among the affected population. As stipulated, the women targeted for intervention should be treated with minimal force required to ensure compliance, though the Committee recognizes that certain outcomes, including physical or psychological distress, may be unavoidable. Any unnecessary escalation, however, will be considered a breach of protocol and reviewed accordingly.
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We trust that you and your team will carry out these actions with the appropriate level of professionalism and care under the circumstances. Full documentation must be provided for every phase of the project to ensure accountability and compliance with institutional oversight. Should unforeseen complications arise, contact your local Ethics Committee ombudsman immediately for further guidance.
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The Committee takes no pleasure in issuing this approval but affirms the necessity of the measures outlined. The unfortunate consequences of these operations will be a difficult but essential step in fulfilling the project’s greater purpose.
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Lastly, we have allocated an additional shipment of amnestics to be distributed among the members of your team, as needed. Please do not be judicial with these - while your resource allowance has been expanded, your personnel allowance remains unchanged.
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Proceed with due diligence, and may your efforts contribute meaningfully to the body of knowledge that will serve the common good.
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Sincerely,
+Dr. Charles M. Abernathy
+Ethics Committee Liaison for Special Containment Projects
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Addendum 8935.4: Subject Interview
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The following is an interview with Haddie Walters, a 19 year old resident of Woods Holler, WV. At the time the interview was conducted, Ms. Walters had just completed a cycle as an instance of SCP-8935-A, during which time the subject expressed significant distress, agitation, and suicidal ideation. Prior to the end of the cycle, Ms. Walters (as SCP-8935-A) had thrice attempted to flee Woods Holler, in defiance of Protocol H-1502 and local taboo. Due to the protocol's effectiveness in maintaining compliance among the child-birthing population of Woods Holler, Ms. Walters' defiance was a noted anomaly. Upon the conclusion of the previous SCP-8935 cycle5, Ms. Walters was remanded to the local parish and interviewed by Dr. Franklin Madsen, posing as a member of local clergy.
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Ms. Haddie Walters, a prior instance of SCP-8935-A.
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Dr. Madsen: Haddie. I have to admit, I am disappointed to see you here. Your last stunt was truly intolerable - the Lord detests those who stray from His will, and His will is known well in the holler. Do you disagree?
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Silence.
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Dr. Madsen: Well? Do you not have anything to say for yourself? This is a grave thing you've done, Brother Gerald is going to need to-
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Ms. Walters: Please. Please stop.
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Dr. Madsen: Excuse me?
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Ms. Walters: Please. Father Madsen. I'm begging you, please let me go. I can't keep doing this.
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Dr. Madsen: Haddie, the Lord is clear, He-
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Ms. Walters: I can't- I can't do it anymore. I can't have another one of those things inside me.
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Dr. Madsen: The Lord demands we do our service in defense against the evil-
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Ms. Walters: No, no. I can't do it. I ain't got nothing left. Nobody else has had to do as much as me, it's not fair. Three times, Father Madsen. First time I wasn't even a girl of thirteen. I just can't-
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Dr. Madsen: This sort of subservience is an abom-
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Ms. Walters: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! Three times! How is that good in the eyes of the Lord? How is any of this just and right? You don't know a thing about what it's like. You ain't never had one of those things grow inside you. You know you can hear it talking to you? Every time your belly starts to swell a little bit bigger and it starts talking, but not like you and I talk. Chattering and chirping and horrible. It hurts, god it hurts so bad. You wake up in the night and see blood on the bedsheets and pray that your body has finally given it up but it's just that thing chewing you up from the inside. Please, God, just let me die. I'll do it myself - I can't do this anymore.
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Dr. Madsen: Haddie, you-
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Ms. Walters: I CAN'T DO IT AGAIN. How do you not understand this? That horrible thing growing bigger in you and the fear you feel inside your heart knowing what's coming, and you know what the worst part is? When it finally scratches its way out, tearing you up and screaming and crying and shrieking, and you look down at it, writhing and flailing around like a terrible bug that's gotten flipped over on its back, and you love it. You can't help it, you love it more than anything. It's a horrible, wretched thing but you want nothing more than to cover it up and take it somewhere safe where everything will be alright, but then you have to climb up that hill and… and… give it over to her… Have you ever looked into her eyes, Father?
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Dr. Madsen: (Pauses) No, I haven't.
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Silence.
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Ms. Walters: Let me go, please. I can't do it again.
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Note: Due to Ms. Walters' capacity for carrying instances of SCP-8935-B, the subject was remanded to Foundation custody for a period of four weeks and underwent an extensive amnestics regimen in order to increase compliance in potential future cycles.
Special Containment Procedures: The neighbourhood containing SCP-927 is to be quarantined; no civilians are to be permitted entry. SCP-927 is to be staffed by ten (10) Biological Containment Personnel at all times. Flamethrowers are to be kept on location at all times and are to be used in the event of nearby properties becoming infested.
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Any civilians inquiring about SCP-927's level of security are to be informed that the area has been quarantined as a result of a radiation leak. In the event of extended inquiry on the part of civilians, concerned individuals are to be brought into custody and dosed with a Class A amnestic.
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Description: SCP-927 is a dilapidated three-story residence in the small town of ███████. Two (2) slightly decomposed corpses are present inside SCP-927, one male and one female. The male corpse shows signs of blunt trauma to the head and neck, and severe lacerations are present on the right leg. The female corpse shows signs of strangulation and blunt trauma to the ribs.
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Present on a table within SCP-927's kitchen is a glass of carbonated soda, since gone flat. A fruit bowl on the same table contains a slightly rotted apple. The leg in the northeast corner of the table has snapped and been replaced with an iron pole, crudely attached to the table using nails. On the wall of the dining room of SCP-927 is a slightly torn portrait of a sunflower. The stairs leading to the second floor of SCP-927 are slightly damaged and the third step has completely collapsed. Signs of termite infestation are evident inside SCP-927.
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The source of SCP-927's anomalous properties are an unidentified form of microorganism, hereafter referred to as SCP-927-1. SCP-927-1 has infested all surfaces inside SCP-927, and is also present within all liquids in the residence. Since the SCP-927-1 infestation, SCP-927 has shown no further structural collapse and all biological tissue within SCP-927 has ceased decomposing.
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SCP-927-1 reproduces quickly and has on multiple occasions infested other properties in the area. Upon infestation of a residence, SCP-927-1 will proceed to replicate SCP-927's conditions. SCP-927-1 will infest any humans in the residence, usually killing them by tunneling through their heart. SCP-927-1 will then proceed to systematically injure the corpse.
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In the case of males, SCP-927-1 will replicate blunt trauma to the head and neck, and will tunnel through the right leg to create severe lacerations. In the case of females, SCP-927-1 will apply precise trauma to simulate strangulation and blunt trauma to the ribs. If there are more humans residing in the infested residence than SCP-927, any additional corpses within the infested residence will be broken down extremely quickly, until no evidence of its existence remains. SCP-927-1 within victims bodies will, through a process as of yet unknown, alter its DNA until is identical to the corresponding body within SCP-927.
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Any carbonated liquids within SCP-927 will go flat and fruit will rot to a certain point, and then cease decomposition completely. SCP-927-1 will convert the leg in the northeast corner of any table within an infested residence to iron, and produce nails identical to those in SCP-927. Any paintings, portraits or photographs within the infested residence will be converted to a slightly torn painting of a sunflower.
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If residences infested by SCP-927-1 possess a second floor, the third step will be tunneled through and made to collapse. SCP-927-1 will produce live termites within the walls until the residence can be considered infested. SCP-927-1 will tunnel through surfaces until they have reached a similar state of collapse as SCP-927.
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Removing objects from SCP-927 appears to have no effect on this conversion process, as it would seem SCP-927-1 is operating on a 'template' of SCP-927's state when it was first infested. SCP-927-1 has proved vulnerable to heat, and use of flamethrowers is advised to deal with infected residences.
Special Containment Procedures: The area in which SCP-949 manifests itself is to be surrounded by two (2) meter tall electrical fencing. The perimeter of the containment area is to be patrolled by guards at all times, operating in groups of four (4). Due to the size of SCP-949, use of vehicles is authorized during security patrol.
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Any civilians approaching SCP-949 are to be taken into Foundation custody and dosed with a Class-A amnestic. Exploration of SCP-949 is to be carried out using D-class personnel. Exploration of SCP-949 must be authorised by three (3) members of Level 4 personnel.
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Description: SCP-949 is a large amusement park located in the state of ███████ which, according to the entrance gate and several documents within the park, is designated 'Wondertainment Land®'. SCP-949 has been observed to periodically disappear from its location on several occasions, often reappearing several days after with new facilities.
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Facilities inside SCP-949 demonstrate highly anomalous properties, more information on which is available in Facility Log 949-1. These anomalous facilities do not appear to intentionally cause harm to humans, and no casualties have occurred during exploration of SCP-949 as-of-yet. All of SCP-949's facilities are staffed and maintained by instances of SCP-949-1.
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Instances of SCP-949-1 appear similar to typical amusement park mascots, and their costumes depict a variety of animals. All instances of SCP-949-1 seem to wear a unique costume, and no duplicates have been sighted to date. Autopsy of recovered SCP-949-1 instances show that their interior is composed entirely of wool, confirming a lack of human presence. SCP-949-1 instances consistently maintain a cheerful attitude despite the situation, even when being dissected or otherwise injured.
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Several advertisements for SCP's currently in containment are present in the form of posters or souvenirs. SCP's depicted in these advertisements include, but are not limited to, [DATA EXPUNGED]. All SCP's depicted appear to be related to the individual or organisation known as 'Dr. Wondertainment'. This, together, with the name of the amusement park, suggests that it is the creation of this entity.
Facility Name: 'Hook a Duck!'
+Maintaining SCP-949-1 Instance: 'Frank the Fox'
+Facility Details: Facility contains several animate duck toys which the subject must retrieve from a central pool area using a hook. Duck toys demonstrate panic and pain when 'hooked'. When subject succeeded in retrieving three animate duck toys, the maintaining SCP-949-1 rewarded them with a large teddy bear.
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Facility Name: 'Spooky Manor'
+Maintaining SCP-949-1 Instance: 'Bertie the Bat'
+Facility Details: Facility resembles a 'haunted house' attraction present in many regular amusement parks. Upon emerging from the facility, the subject appeared to have several limbs and a human head stitched to it. Subject was not aware of these additions until they were brought to its attention. The human head attached appeared to give the subject information on rides as they explored the park.
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Facility Name: 'Random River Rapids'
+Maintaining SCP-949-1 Instance: 'Terry the Trout'
+Facility Details: Facility appears to be a river ride similar to those used in regular amusement parks. Subject remained in the facility for thirty (30) minutes before emerging. The subject reported no abnormalities other than the presence of several sea creatures with seemingly randomly positioned limbs, eyes and gills.
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Facility Name: 'Bumper Cars!'
+Maintaining SCP-949-1 Instance: 'Billy the Badger'
+Facility Details: Facility is a bumper cars attraction identical to those used in regular amusement parks. Upon entering a bumper car, all bumper cars in the facility began moving independently and attempting to consume each other using rudimentary 'jaws' formed from splits in the metal. When subject fell out of their bumper car, they were ignored and the other bumper cars continued to consume each other until a loud buzzer sounded. Cars immediately ceased movement and began to regrow missing sections, which displayed different coloration than the original portions.
Document was delivered to Overseer HQ by an unknown entity on ██/██/████.
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Greetings!
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Due to their continued support of our products, Dr. Wondertainment would like to cordially invite his valued customers to the grand opening of Wondertainment Land®! The grand opening will take place on ██/██/████ and Dr. Wondertainment hopes it will be a fun-filled night for the whole family! Guests will have access to all of the parks facilities, and will be invited to watch the soon to be released Fiery Fireworks®!
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