Separate offshoot of SCP-046, composed principally of members of genus Pteridium.
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Item #: SCP-046
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-046 has been purchased and surrounded by multiple layers of security, including fencing, barricades, and lethal-effect traps; multiple signs marking the area as private property are to be prominently displayed. The area is to be heavily guarded at all times to prevent access by civilians to SCP-046. All personnel working around or within a 50km radius of SCP-046 are to undergo rigorous medical testing to ensure the absence of any potentially life-threatening illnesses; additionally, increased mental health examinations are to be administered to ensure that no personnel inclined or potentially inclined towards self-harm or self-destructive tendencies are allowed within the 50km radius. Any injured personnel are to be evacuated to a hospital outside of the 50km zone around SCP-046. All vegetation surrounding SCP-046 is to be destroyed and all animals attempting to access SCP-046 are to be terminated and destroyed before reaching its outer perimeter.
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Any personnel showing unusual interest either in SCP-046 or in traveling to the region near SCP-046 are to undergo medical examinations as detailed above. Any modification to these containment procedures are to be approved by O5 command before being added to this containment document. Any personnel attempting to modify this document without appropriate authorization are to be demoted and reassigned.
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Description: SCP-046 is a predatory botanical mass located in southwestern Kentucky. SCP-046 is composed of two parts. SCP-046-1 is a large mass of vegetative matter, composed largely of plants indigenous to the region, including Quercus alba, Ilex aquifolium, and Lonicera sempervirens, though several offshoots composed of other plant species are also present. SCP-046-2 is the land in the immediate vicinity of SCP-046-1, extending to a roughly circular area twenty meters in radius from its base. This area is SCP-046's primary feeding area. SCP-046 is capable of attracting prey within a 50km radius through hallucinogenic means; all evacuations of personnel should carry them outside of this radius to disable SCP-046's effect.
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Animals (including humans) suffering from potentially life-threatening physical injuries or diseases, or who are afflicted by psychological disorders that induce self-destructive tendencies, feel a powerful compulsion to come to SCP-046-2 and lie in a prostrate position facing SCP-046-1. Individuals lying in such a position are rapidly attacked by an unusually powerful combination of saprophytic organisms and opportunistic infections, including several strains of methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) known to induce necrotizing fasciitis, also known as "flesh-eating bacteria"; a form of fungal spore similar to Stachybotrys chartarum, or "black mold," which poisons prey organisms and induces paralysis; and finally, complete consumption by several heretofore unknown species of insect that emerge from the inside of SCP-046-1 during the final stage of feeding. SCP-046 appears to derive nutrition through the complete digestion of affected individuals, particularly larger mammals such as humans. It is unknown whether SCP-046 is capable of growth; as such, all steps are to be taken to ensure that SCP-046 is deprived of prey until more information is known about its abilities. These efforts are to include terminating individuals prior to their arrival at SCP-046 and disposing of their bodies in a separate location.
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Addendum 046-A Investigation is ongoing into potential memetic effects brought about by knowledge of SCP-046 due to anomalous effects demonstrated by certain personnel in response to SCP-046. Access to Document 046-07 is restricted to Level 4 personnel and above.
Large offshoot of SCP-046, composed largely of blue corydalis.
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Item #: SCP-046
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: The land surrounding SCP-046 is to be cordoned off, marked as private property, and surrounded by multiple layers of fencing. The area is to be guarded by no less than ten guards, though minimal armaments are required. While knowledge of SCP-046's effects is not to be made widely known, personnel afflicted with life-threatening diseases may be permitted to enter SCP-046-2 after psychological screening for self-destructive tendencies. Likewise, D-class personnel selected for termination may be effectively exposed to SCP-046-2 to facilitate this process. Due to the lack of threat to Foundation security, individuals not employed by the Foundation may be permitted access to SCP-046, though Foundation needs for access take first priority.
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Description: SCP-046 is composed of two parts. SCP-046-1 is a cylindrical area 5m in diameter and 30m tall containing several species of plant matter, including Quericus alba (white oak), Ilex aquifolium (European holly bush), and Lonicera sempervirens (Kentucky honeysuckle), though several offshoots composed of other plant species are also present. No anomalous traits have been detected in the molecular composition of the plants. SCP-046-2 is a clearing of grass extending approximately twenty meters around SCP-046-1.
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SCP-046's anomalous effects extend principally to animals, including humans, that are threatened by chronic or debilitating illnesses or injuries. SCP-046 is frequently visited by such individuals; humans of this type report having felt a compulsion to travel to SCP-046's location, often reporting that the location "came to them in a dream." Psychological evaluations have consistently shown that such individuals were not previously aware of either the Foundation or SCP-046's specific properties. Individuals feeling this compulsion have all reported having been within a 50km radius of SCP-046 at the time; this is believed to be the outer range of the object's compulsive range.
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Individuals who come to SCP-046 consistently describe a dream in which they lie down in the vicinity of SCP-046-1 and rest. Immediately upon entering SCP-046-2, individuals suffering from chronic pain or traumatic mental conditions will describe their symptoms as receding, accompanied by a feeling of calmness, relaxation, and euphoria. Individuals lying down in front of SCP-046-1 will begin to be covered by several vines similar to runners of Cynodon dactylon plants, also known as Bermuda grass, followed by the apparent sprouting of C. dactylon all over the body. SCP-046 has no compulsive properties and its effects will only manifest on individuals willing to experience the effects voluntarily.
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Individuals exposed to SCP-046 will remain communicative until they are no longer visible beneath the grass growing across their bodies. All individuals exposed to SCP-046's effects describe a feeling of peace and serenity, and a happiness that they were able to die pleasantly. SCP-046 appears to fully decompose individuals exposed to its effects within two hours and may or may not use decomposed tissue as a food source.
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Addendum 046-1: SCP-046 to be reclassified as Euclid and primary containment document to be rewritten to demonstrate SCP-046's predatory nature by order of O5 command. Any references to "voluntary individuals" are to be removed. Description to be rewritten to emphasize volatile and lethal nature of SCP-046 and potential threat thereof.
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Addendum 046-2:There is no evidence whatsoever that SCP-046 is "predatory" or has any desire to harm any creature unwilling to expose itself to SCP-046's effects. Suggest original containment procedures be reenacted and voluntary access to SCP-046 continued. No individuals are capable of breaching Foundation security once exposed to SCP-046; as such, there is no reason to deny afflicted individuals the opportunity for relief. Likewise, there is no reason to make this entity seem more hostile than it actually is, aside from a desire to portray every object in Foundation custody as dangerous. Some things must be contained simply because they are strange. —Dr. Edward Carter, head researcher, SCP-046
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Addendum 046-3: Dr. Carter, principal researcher for SCP-046, is to be removed from his position and reassigned to the SCP-1250 project. Addendum 046-1 stands by order of O5 command.
Special Containment Procedures: Standard safety procedures for visually-reactive items (ED-8) are to be posted at all times. Any staff entering the containment area are to review this document before entering. Any staff entering the containment area are to wear the AR-68 Armored Variant haz-mat suit. Staff exiting the area with damaged suits are to be remanded to quarantine for one hour. Staff becoming paralyzed during cleaning/feeding/testing cycles are to be immediately removed and remanded to medical custody until five hours after recovery.
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SCP-1013 is to be fed once daily, consisting of one small mammal (rabbit, large rat, cat or dog). This feeding is only to take place if there are no calcified remains still within the containment area. Calcified remains that are no longer actively being fed upon are to be removed and disposed of via incineration. Haz-mat protocols are to be observed during the disposal process. Test subject remains may be taken in to the containment area for feeding purposes only when standard feeding practice cannot be observed. Staff succumbing to SCP-1013 pre-feeding effects are to be removed and disposed of. All remains must be disposed of within one hour of final calcification.
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Description: SCP-1013 appears to be a small reptile with a distinctly avian head. A wide frill extends from the base of the head, and can be flared out via bony spines radiating through the frill from the neck. The body appears similar to most common reptiles, with the exception of the head and abnormally long tail. While the main body is only 60 centimeters long, the tail is nearly 121 centimeters and exceptionally flexible. SCP-1013 has been observed to use this tail to trip and distract large prey. The head of SCP-1013 is distinctive, appearing to be that of a male chicken on first viewing. However, SCP-1013 does not possess any standard avian markers, besides the superficial resemblance. The beak is serrated, and appears to possess very basic, needle-like teeth. These are used only in feeding, and are not used in any way to hunt prey. The head also lacks any feathers, and has an enlarged wattle.
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SCP-1013 hunts by projecting a form of unknown radiation, wave or memetic force into prey items making eye contact with SCP-1013. Subjects report a sudden stabbing pain in most major muscle groups, with full paralysis setting in within three seconds. This paralysis continues for eight minutes, with full recovery after ten. Paralyzed subjects are then bitten, beginning the calcification process. Research into this effect is ongoing, as no form of venom or viral agents have been detected from this bite, however this contact will initiate a rapid change in cellular structure in the bitten subject. The outer skin tissues will begin a rapid calcification, growing very dense and inflexible over several minutes. This will extend from the point of contact outward across the body, and can calcify a human being in fifteen minutes. Subjects recovering from paralysis mid-calcification report the feeling as “extremely painful”, with a “burning numbness” in fully calcified areas. This calcification extends approximately three centimeters in to the body, leaving most internal tissues undisturbed. Calcification does not appear to affect the eyes, mouth, nose or other major mucus membranes. There is no currently known way to reverse this process.
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Remains of Agent ███████. Subject began losing calcified tissue two days after exposure. Subject died from massive blood loss before test data could be recovered.
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SCP-1013 will peck through the outer layer of hardened flesh, and begin to consume tissues from the inside, burrowing deep into the body as flesh is consumed. SCP-1013 has a voracious appetite, and will consume nearly twice its body weight at each feeding. SCP-1013 will only consume living tissue, and will ignore dead or decomposing flesh. SCP-1013 has been noted to use natural body openings (mouth and eyes, primarily) when available, and is capable of compressing its body to fit in to very small openings. Prey items often die from blood loss or massive internal damage before feeding is complete, leaving the remainder of tissues to decompose within the calcified tissue. This outer tissue will slowly break down, causing large sections to crack and fall free. This will expose muscle and internal tissues, which are then often predated upon by SCP-1013. SCP-1013 will sometimes wait for this process to begin before feeding.
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Recovery Notes:
+SCP-1013 was recovered in Egypt, near a former █████████████ ███ ████ facility. Due to this proximity, and the lack of additional SCP-1013 anywhere in the surrounding area, it is theorized SCP-1013 may be an engineered organism. SCP-1013 had calcified several animals and two shepherds, and had been observed on multiple occasions. Recovery was achieved with only one death, Agent ███████ proving much of our initial information on the calcification process. Local communities dismissed the incident with no involvement from Agents.
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Notes on behavior:
+SCP-1013 is somewhat similar to a spider, and will paralyze and calcify subjects even when not hungry, presumably to keep them for later. This was observed during breach incident 11-Hr (SEE ATTACHED DOCUMENTATION), when SCP-1013 calcified twenty members of staff. SCP-1013 is also very aggressive, and will attempt to stare down and bite any subject that enters the containment area. The neck frill is an amazing adaptation. It lifts abruptly, with a loud snapping sound, and often times causes subjects to look directly at SCP-1013.
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SCP-1013 seems to have a “range” of about 54 meters for its “stare”, and appears to need direct eye contact to work. SCP-1013 appears to only paralyze one subject at a time, but can “attack” multiple subjects in rapid succession. SCP-1013 appears to be immune to its own stare, reacting with basic aggression to reflections. SCP-1013 feeds primarily on mammals, attacking animals such as fish, birds or insects only when near starving. SCP-1013 exhibits a preference for soft tissues, eating the eyes and tongue first whenever possible.
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Notes on reproduction [LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]
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Ongoing testing in to the feeding habits of SCP-1013 have been partially successful. Questions were raised regarding the near-constant feeding exhibited by SCP-1013, which is highly irregular for a reptile. It was initially theorized that the paralysis and calcification process were metabolically taxing to SCP-1013, requiring enormous amounts of food to fuel the process. It is now apparent that members of SCP-1013 are hermaphroditic, and appear to reproduce in a way similar to budding or basic cellular division.
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SCP-1013 will ingest massive amounts of tissue, increasing its body mass rapidly. This mass will then begin to form cyst-like structures in the tail section, each of which contains a juvenile SCP-1013. The process by which this occurs is currently under investigation. After 48 hours, juvenile SCP-1013 will forcibly exit the parent body. Parent SCP-1013 will typically release spawn within calcified prey. Juvenile SCP-1013 exhibit no feeding preference, and will consume any biological material, living or dead. SCP-1013 do not engage in cannibalism, and will exit the calcified remains once food has been exhausted.
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Juvenile SCP-1013 will seek out cool, dark places and begin rapid molting, doubling in size every six hours until reaching full adult size. New adult SCP-1013 will quickly establish territories, and begin the feeding/spawning cycle again. Juvenile SCP-1013 seek out areas such as ventilation shafts, plumbing, or discarded clothing/shoes in which to molt and grow. Disturbing a juvenile during this period will always provoke a sustained attack.
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This sequence of behavior was discovered after a lock-down event in Site ██, resulting from [DATA EXPUNGED] failure. Recovery teams found the site to be infested with SCP-1013, with over one thousand individuals being reported and destroyed. Final sterilization took eight weeks, and resulted in multiple staff deaths. Research into the control of the rampant reproductive cycle with the goal of eventual bio-weapon designation is ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1116-1 through -6 and -8 are to be kept in individual 5m x 5m x 3m containment cells at Site-██. Each cell is to be shielded against radio-frequency transmissions of up to ███ W transmissive power with frequencies ranging from █ Mhz to ██ Ghz. All electronic monitoring and communications equipment must be hard-wired with shielded cabling. No wireless communication devices are permitted within ███ m of any instance of SCP-1116. Site-██ is to maintain on "hot-standby" two (2) frequency-agile RF jamming devices of at least ██ kW output, to be activated in case of containment breach by SCP-1116. No specimen of SCP-1116 is permitted above ground at any time unless fully enclosed in a container with the specified shielding. Line-of-sight to the sky must be blocked at all times.
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Each cell is to contain one (1) chair constructed of non-metallic, non-conductive materials, secured to the floor and equipped with mechanical restraints and waste disposal facilities, as well as three (3) wide-spectrum RF antennas connected to software-defined radio receiving equipment. All recorded radio transmissions from SCP-1116 specimens are to be forwarded to Site-█ for analysis.
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Specimens are to be fed three (3) times daily, with processed food only. Use of restraints during feeding is mandatory. Specimens must be led through calisthenics two (2) times daily, using vocal commands - see Schedule 1116-C█ for approved exercises and Document 1116-B█ for known command phrases and current macros. Cells are not to be opened during exercises; remotely-operated audio equipment is to be utilized, hard-wired and shielded as per above specification.
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All testing of SCP-1116 specimens is to take place either within the specimen's own containment cell or within a testing chamber shielded to the same specification. Transport between containment cell and testing chamber is to take place under armed guard, with the specimen restrained and both RF jamming devices activated. During transport and testing, all verbal interactions between researchers and/or security staff are to be confirmed by hand signal (see Addendum 1116-1).
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The remains of SCP-1116-7 are to be kept in cold storage at Bio-Research Area-12 for further analysis.
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Description: SCP-1116 is a group of 8 7 humanoids of varied race and gender, with apparent ages between 20 and 35 years. All initially appear to suffer from catatonic stupor, including symptoms of catalepsy. Specimens will swallow food and water when placed into their mouths, but will not chew. Specimens will remain in a given position when physically manipulated into said position. Specimens will attempt to maintain homeostasis (including sweat, pupil dilation, and fluctuations in respiratory and heart rate), but will not detectably react to pain stimuli (including heat, pressure or puncture), sexual stimuli (including both displayed images and manual stimulation), or environmental threats (including extreme cold, extreme heat, starvation, dehydration, or large predator animals).
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SCP-1116 specimens show no evidence of volition, but will respond to a limited number of verbal commands (eg. "sit", "stand", "raise right arm"), and can remember a sequence of commands for later execution when preceded by a macro phrase (see Document 1116-B█ for more details). This command vocabulary is extremely narrow, however, including only references to gross motor functions, simple counting, and a small number of basic spatial relations.
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CT scans of SCP-1116 revealed specimens to possess <10% of the expected neural mass, with the remaining cranial volume occupied by cerebrospinal fluid. Embedded in the outer layer of the skull is a mesh of metallic filaments, composed of an alloy of silver (██%), zinc (██%), and [REDACTED] (█%), and forming a pattern closely resembling a ██-iteration box fractal. SCP-1116 specimens appear to use this mesh layer as a radio antenna, and will transmit █-██ times per hour on ██ different frequencies. Energy for these transmissions appears to derive from normal metabolic processes, but the specific mechanism for generating the required current has not yet been identified. The only vocalizations from specimens to date (excepting Incident I-1116-23, see below) have been low-volume, atonal "singing" noises corresponding to periods of radio transmission. Cryptographic analysis of outbound transmissions is ongoing - current evaluations indicate they are likely connection requests using an unknown protocol.
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Addendum 1116-1: After the events of Incident I-1116-23, it has been determined that the cranial antenna of an SCP-1116 specimen can be used to produce localized pockets of heated air, creating sound waves audible only to individual personnel. Multiple survivors of Incident I-1116-23 claimed they heard orders which were determined never to have been given, contributing to and prolonging the containment breach of SCP-1116-7. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly.
Description: During transport from cell to testing chamber, SCP-1116-7 accessed a laptop left 1██ m away with its wireless networking enabled, and through it circumvented Site-██ network security. Audio recordings indicate that coincident with the network breach, subject made a brief "singing" sound, then proceeded to become active and breach containment, resulting in the deaths of ██ researchers and █ security personnel, as well as subject's escape from the facility.
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Subject was re-engaged █.█ km away after an additional ██ minutes, and was fatally wounded in the ensuing firefight. Transmissions did not fully cease, however, until subject's cranium was destroyed.
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Forensic analysis of the network breach has yet to determine the full extent of the compromised data, but given the █-band frequency emissions detected from subject for the duration of its time on the surface, estimates put the total data leakage at up to ███ GB.
Special Containment Procedures: The borehole containing SCP-1193-01 is to be capped with a tungsten steel grate containing a locking 2.5cm endoscopy aperture. At 48-hour intervals, the borehole is to be endoscopically inspected to a depth of 4km for further manifestations of SCP-1193-01. Seismographic monitoring devices are posted at 2, 7, and 11 kilometer depths alongside the SCP-1193-01 borehole. Seismic readings consistent with subterranean movement are to be reported immediately to Site Director Iqbal. In the event of subterranean containment breach, containment staff are to execute Protocol 473a, severing SCP-1193-01 below the fifth elbow and backfilling remaining portions of the borehole with pressurized concrete.
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The basement containing SCP-1193 is to be monitored at all times by a Foundation interrogator. SCP-1193-02 is to be answered on or before the third ring; interrogator should attempt to elicit self-directed responses from SCP-1193-01. Responses which implicate size, body plan, location, or further manifestations are to be recorded in Document SCP-1193-2-LTR.
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Description: SCP-1193-01 is a genetically normal human arm of unusual length, located in a drainage pipe inside the basement of a telephone switching station in Scottsdale, Arizona. Ten centimeters below the drainage grate, the arm terminates in an unremarkable human hand of indeterminate gender. Upon initial examination, the arm was believed to extend through the drainage pipe to a depth of 35 meters. Subsequent endoscopic investigation demonstrated that the arm extends to at least a depth of 71 kilometers, passing without apparent difficulty through the Mohorovičić discontinuity and the upper mantle, with regularly spaced elbows every four kilometers. Elbows below a depth of 26 kilometers are slightly retroflexed to accommodate a nine-degree southward bend in the drainage borehole. Continued endoscopic investigation into the SCP-1193-01 borehole is suspended due to presently-intractable engineering constraints.
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Communications via SCP-1193-02, mostly concerning SCP-1193-01's oven and refrigerator, indicate that SCP-1193-01 may lack conventional thermoreception, and that it is experiencing no substantial discomfort despite borehole temperatures in excess of 674 degrees Centigrade.
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SCP-1193-02 is a GPO 746 telephone, topaz yellow, manufactured in 1971. Its dimensions preclude it having been delivered to the site via the borehole; containment team's present working theory is that it was installed topside for the purpose of communicating with SCP-1193-01. Installation was conducted by unknown parties, by unknown means, for unknown purposes. The rotary dial has been glued into place, rendering it unsuitable for outgoing phone calls. It is attached to a conventional twisted-pair line which enters the drainage pipe containing SCP-1193-01 and descends parallel to SCP-1193-01 until endoscopy is no longer practicable.
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At between 0838 and 1034 hours Mountain Standard Time each weekday, the phone will ring five times. If answered, an unidentified voice will willingly engage in conversation with SCP personnel. The voice on the other end of the line invariably claims to be a human being, and regularly mistakes the individual on the other end of the phone for an authority figure. Interrogation to date has therefore been relatively uncomplicated. Notable parallels exist between information elicited via SCP-1193-02 and demonstrable facts about SCP-1193-01. To date, anomalous information received via SCP-1193-02 has included:
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References to human features, but an anomalous body plan.
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References to insensitivity to heat or cold.
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References to 'a cousin' or other relative, who will soon arrive to 'pick [him] up.'
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References to discomfort and boredom at confinement.
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References to minor seismic events along the Little Chino fault complex.
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References to discomfort at having a limb or other body part restrained, as by handcuffs, a jelly jar, a pipe, a cast, or in one instance, a gopher hole.
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At present, data related to SCP-1193-01's size, physical form, and body plan beyond the parts visible through endoscopic investigation should be regarded as provisional. For contingent protocols and physiological testing data, consult Document RTMR-Delta.
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Transcript SCP-1193-2-LTR-7:
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<Begin Recording, 03/24/2008, 9:48 AM>
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Dr. Iqbal: Good morning. And who may I ask is calling?
+SCP-1193-01: David.
+Dr. Iqbal: And where are you now, David?
+SCP-1193-01: [Inaudible.] Sorry — who is this?
+Dr. Iqbal: Dr. Hassan Iqbal, director of research.
+SCP-1193-01: Oh. From the hospital?
+Dr. Iqbal: [Pause] That's right.
+SCP-1193-01: So, when does the cast come off?
+Dr. Iqbal: I'm sorry?
+SCP-1193-01: The cast. On my bottom arm. When does it come off?
+Dr. Iqbal: I'm to understand you've got… a cast… on your bottom arm? I don't understand. Which arm is that?
+SCP-1193-01: The bottom one. Can you take it off? I've already been in the hospital for three months. Seems like it should be about time.
+Dr. Iqbal: You say you're in a hospital now?
+SCP-1193-01: You should know. You're the one who put me there.
+Dr. Iqbal: I think you must have me mistaken for someone else.
+SCP-1193-01: Look, if you can't help me, put someone who knows what he's talking about on the line.
+Dr. Iqbal: I'm afraid I'm the only one here.
+SCP-1193-01: Fine. Just tell me when someone competent gets to the phone.
+CALL TERMINATED
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Transcript SCP-1193-2-LTR-8:
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<Begin Recording, 03/24/2009, 9:52 AM>
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SCP-1193-01: God damn it. God damn it. God damn it.
+Dr. Iqbal: Hello?
+SCP-1193-01: Hello? Can you hear me?
+Dr. Iqbal: Who is this? Where are you?
+SCP-1193-01: [Inaudible.] For Christ's sake, I'm stuck in the stove here, man. Get the fire department.
+Dr. Iqbal: The stove? Are you … I'm sorry, the stove?
+SCP-1193-01: Yeah, the stove. I went in here to get out some cakes, and I can't get back out.
+Dr. Iqbal: You … went in the stove … to get out some cakes? Am I hearing you correctly?
+SCP-1193-01: It's a tight fit here. Jesus.
+Dr. Iqbal: Are you … is the temperature uncomfortable?
+SCP-1193-01: The what?
+Dr. Iqbal: Temperature. Are you in pain?
+SCP-1193-01: I have no idea what you're talking about. Can you call the goddamn fire department? My back. Jesus Christ, my back.
+Dr. Iqbal: I'm the only person here.
+SCP-1193-01: I can't take it anymore. Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm calling my cousin now.
+SCP-1193-01: I'm so sorry. This isn't my fault.
+CALL TERMINATED
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1382 is contained off-site at coordinates [REDACTED], Lake Michigan. SCPS Seastar is to remain on permanent assignment 1 kilometer from SCP-1382, posing as Michigan Shipwreck Research Associates vessel SS Lobster Trap. Foundation operatives embedded in local Coast Guard services are to redirect air and sea traffic away from containment site. Any civilian traffic that approaches SCP-1382 is to be detained, interrogated, and administered class-B amnestics pending results of said interrogation.
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Description: SCP-1382-1 is a red sea mark water buoy, identical to models produced by ████████ ██████. Registration matches existing model produced in 19██, but no abnormal behavior was reported until July 7, 2012. SCP-1382-1 has suffered structural damage indicative of a high speed impact, likely from a light civilian motor craft, but is otherwise functional and intact. The Foundation was alerted to SCP-1382 after a pattern of recent missing persons reports led them to its coordinates. In dark weather or night conditions, SCP-1382-1 flashes the international Morse code distress signal "S.O.S." at ten-second intervals.
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SCP-1382-1 is anchored to SCP-1382-2, which is embedded on the sea floor at a depth of ██ meters. SCP-1382-2 is the remains of █████████ Airlines Flight 441, a commercial passenger liner that vanished over Lake Michigan on July 2, 1973. It has suffered extensive structural damage and degradation pertinent to an uncontrolled water landing and prolonged submersion.
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Contained within SCP-1382-2 are fifty-six instances of SCP-1382-3: skeletal human remains that are believed to be the former passengers and crew of SCP-1382-2. The remains of three reported missing persons attributed to SCP-1382-1, as well as D-49581 (see Incident 1382-C-2), are also contained within SCP-1382-2. The whereabouts of two passengers and two crew members from Flight 441 are currently unknown.
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When SCP-1382-1 becomes active, all instances of SCP-1382-3 animate, registering a temperature of 37.0 °C (98.6 °F) on thermal imaging scanners. Early observation suggested that SCP-1382-3 was "reliving" the crash of Flight 441: the majority of 1382-3 appear distressed and assuming crash positions in their seats. Continued observation has revealed a number of discrepancies, and it is the conclusion of Dr. Salvia that the passengers were distressed by events occurring parallel to the crash, and not the crash itself.
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Subject #1 (SCP-1382-3-1) rises from the pilot's seat and appears to be fending off an unknown attacker before slumping over 1382-2's control panel and ceasing to move.
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Subject #9 drops to its knees and holds up its arms, in a posture suggesting supplication and/or prayer.
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Subject #12 attempts to push his right thumb into the left eye socket of Subject #13, seated adjacent. #13 offers no resistance but appears to be screaming.
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Subject #18 leans over the back of its chair, grabs hold of and attempts to consume the left hand of Subject #19, managing to dislodge and swallow the distal and intermediate phalanges of the index and middle fingers (finger bones can be seen inside #18's ribcage). #19 appears to be screaming while Subject #20, seated next to it, assaults #18 with its bare fists.
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Subjects #22, #23, and #24 are gesturing at the left-side passenger windows, their motions suggest something is on or near the wing of the plane.
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Subjects #44 and #45 overpower Subjects #46 and #47 (both juveniles, estimated to be 8 and 6 years of age, respectively) and begin to consume them.
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Subjects #53, #54, and #55 are identified as █████ █████████, ████████ ██████, and ███ ███████, reported missing during a three month period previous to the discovery of SCP-1382. Each is in a state of decay applicable to their environment and length of time submerged. When animated, all three express confusion and distress at their surroundings and at the decayed condition of their own bodies.
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Subject #56 is the remains of D-49581, absorbed into SCP-1382-2 during Incident 1382-C-2. It is in a very early stage of decay. #56 expresses confusion and distress at its surroundings, as well as greater self-awareness and none of the "repeating" actions demonstrated by other SCP-1382-3's. #56 has made several efforts to escape SCP-1382-2. So far it has attempted to extricate itself through an open window, communicate with nearby SCP-1382-3's, and to run or swim to the emergency exits. Each attempt has been unsuccessful in the time allotted. Requests to contact and/or remove #56 are pending approval.
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After 13 seconds of activity, all instances of SCP-1382-3 turn to face SCP-1382-1. They remain in this position until SCP-1382-1 ceases its S.O.S., at which point they collapse and become inert.
Foreword: The following transcript details Dr. Salvia's attempts to establish communication with SCP-1382-1 using the Seastar's signal light at a distance of 800 meters.
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+<Begin Log, 0039 Hours>
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+Dr. Salvia: HELLO
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+SCP-1382-1: S.O.S.
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+Dr. Salvia: RESPOND
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[There is an uncharacteristic 2-minute pause before SCP-1382-1 flashes a response.]
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+SCP-1382-1: HELP
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+Dr. Salvia: WHO ARE YOU
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+SCP-1382-1: MARY S.O.S.
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+<End Log, 0103 Hours>
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+Closing Statement: SCP-1382-1 ceases activity at this point. "Mary" is believed to be Mary ████████, a passenger aboard Flight 441.
Interviewed: D-49581, chosen for his knowledge of boating and International Morse code.
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+Interviewer: Dr. Salvia, aboard the SCPS Seastar.
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+Foreword: D-49581 was instructed to board a rubber dinghy and approach SCP-1382-1. Weather conditions nominal. Log begins at 2217 hours, when D-49581 was within 100 meters of SCP-1382-1.
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+<Begin Log, 2217 Hours>
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+D-49581: Hey doc, can you read me?
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+Dr. Salvia: Loud and clear, D-49581. Report your status.
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+D-49581: I can see the buoy. No people though. Are you sure there's someone out here?
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+Dr. Salvia: Proceed as directed, D-49581.
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+D-49581: Fine, fine. Hello! Anyone home?!
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[D-49581 raises his signal flashlight and flashes "HELLO" from his light. SCP-1382-1 does not respond.]
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+Dr. Salvia: Continue transmitting, D-49581.
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+[D-49581 continues flashing the prepared signal: "HERE TO HELP K."]
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+Dr. Salvia: Any response, D-49581?
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[SCP-1382-1 begins a new signal, translated later as "HUNGER."]
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D-49581: What the hell?
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<End Log, 2222 Hours>
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+Closing Statement: A sudden seiche wave - estimated to be 3 meters tall - surges up between SCP-1382-1 and the dinghy. Contact with D-49581 lost on impact. SCP-1382-1 ceases activity. A search of the area reveals D-49581's signal flashlight and fragments of his chest-mounted camera, but no other debris.
Foreword: 32 hours after Incident 1382-C-2, Dr. Salvia attempts to reengage Morse code communication with SCP-1382-1.
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+<Begin Log, 2320 Hours>
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+SCP-1382-1: S.O.S.
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+Dr. Salvia: HELLO
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+SCP-1382-1: [Without pause] HELP
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+Dr. Salvia: HOW
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+SCP-1382-1: S.O.S.
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+Dr. Salvia: ARE YOU MARY ████████
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+SCP-1382-1: S.O.S.
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+Dr. Salvia: WHAT ARE YOU
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+SCP-1382-1: S.O.S.
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+Dr. Salvia: IS █████ WITH YOU
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+["█████" is the real name of D-49581. Almost 5 minutes pass before SCP-1382-1 replies.]
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1421 is to be contained on-site within the Braydon Forest nature reserve. To avoid interaction with members of the public a fenced exclusion zone with a diameter of 100 metres is to be maintained by embedded personnel within the local Wildlife Trust and nature trail paths redirected. Acorns dispersed by SCP-1421 are to be collected and kept in secure storage at Sector-25. Under no circumstances are personnel to interact with SCP-1421-1 unless authorised to do so by Professor Reeds Dr Skinner.
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Description: SCP-1421 is a single specimen of Quercus robur (English oak) located within Braydon Forest, Wiltshire, England. It is situated at the centre of a natural clearing approximately 20 metres in diameter - adjacent vegetation is visibly malnourished and the ground immediately surrounding SCP-1421 with a radius of 5 metres is defoliated.
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Its anomalous properties become apparent when any source of chemical or electrical energy is introduced within 5 metres of SCP-1421; power sources of this nature are rapidly depleted via an unknown mechanism. In human subjects this rapidly induces a state similar to that caused by long-term fasting; it is unknown to what extent this state contributes to the perception of or response of subjects to SCP-1421-1.
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SCP-1421-1 is the likeness of the face and partial hand of an elderly human male with a full beard, carved into the east side of SCP-1421's trunk 1.7m from the ground. SCP-1421-1 does not move and mechanical recordings have failed to detect speech or any other sound emanating from the carving - however, subjects exposed to SCP-1421 are extremely likely to perceive SCP-1421-1 talking to them and attempting to establish a dialogue. SCP-1421-1 is apparently sapient and displays in-depth knowledge of both the subject and previous individuals with whom it has conversed. As related by subjects exposed to SCP-1421, SCP-1421-1 represents itself as a nature god or woodland deity and will seek to proffer advice and information that it claims will advance the subject's interests.
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Advice proffered by SCP-1421-1 frequently takes the form of a prophecy whereby some desirable result will be produced if the subject carries out a task. This task is frequently of an unethical and legally dubious nature, including, but not limited to, suggestions that the subject professionally embarrass, steal from, injure or kill friends, family, colleagues or strangers. Subjects who follow SCP-1421-1's advice enjoy no unusual protection from the consequences of their actions and arrest or death is a typical outcome. As far as can be established subjects are under no compulsion to obey SCP-1421, however the preternatural nature of the experience and the altered state induced by proximity to SCP-1421 has led to several individuals willing to carry out its suggestions.
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Recovery Log 1421
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SCP-1421's anomalous properties were discovered during a raid on the encampment of the PWF, a radical environmentalist group. The PWF had been drawn to the Foundation's attention by embedded agents in local law enforcement due to the group's unusually rapid escalation from peaceful protest to criminal and terroristic acts. Founded in 2009 as 'Protect the Wiltshire Forest', the group was best known for public awareness campaigns and petitions against building works on forested or woodland areas. In 2010 the group participated in sit-ins in the Braydon forest to attempt to prevent construction of a trunk road connecting the B4040 and B4042. During these protests the group evidently made contact with SCP-1421-1; the PWF subsequently established a semi-permanent base in the nature reserve, rebranding themselves as the 'Protect the Wilderness Front'. On 15/07/2010 the group was implicated in the criminal assault in his own home of a Wiltshire councillor who had voted for the building plans and the failed letter-bombing on 19/07/2010 of the parish clerk who had filed the motion, neither of which measures persuaded Wiltshire Council to abandon construction of the road.
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On 02/08/10 five individuals matching the description of PWF members entered a branch of Lloyds TSB, threatening the cashiers with an unlicensed and most likely stolen .410 calibre shotgun. The robbery appears to have been poorly thought-out and executed, with the group failing to gain access to the funds in the branch's cash machine. The group was subsequently pursued and one of their number placed under citizen's arrest by bystanders. When turned over to Wiltshire Police, the group member stated that the robbery had been carried out at the direction of 'the god' and provided the location of the group's forest camp, at which point personnel from Sector-25 were dispatched to investigate. The corpse of a further group member, in an advanced state of mummification, was found at the base of SCP-1421; a further group member was found in his apartment in Braydon, having apparently committed suicide (see Document 1421-01). The location of the final PWF member, who seems to have been the group's leader, has not yet been established; his apartment contained literature from the deep ecology and anarchist movements.
Interviewer: Dr Skinner
+Interview Subject: SCP-1421-1
+Date: 02/09/2010
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Note: Dr Skinner's questions recorded via parabolic microphone and timestamped by Agent Moon. SCP-1421-1's responses have been provided and certified as accurate by Dr Skinner.
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5s SCP-1421-1: Welcome, my son. Have you come to seek guidance?
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9s Dr S: How did you come to be in Braydon Forest?
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11s SCP-1421-1: I chose to manifest myself here, where the wilderness is being wounded by men.
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16s Dr S: The PWF described you as a 'god'. Do you see yourself as a god?
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18s SCP-1421-1: You will come to know what I am.
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22s Dr S: I'm interested in learning what happened to the PWF.
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25s SCP-1421-1: They were most displeasing to me, in the end. I would have given them their heart's desire, had they but hearkened carefully to my words.
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40s Dr S: Really?
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41s SCP-1421-1: Yes. The words of a god are true; their listening was at fault.
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59s Dr S: Their listening?
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1m 1s SCP-1421-1: Yes, and their obedience. I would have helped them - and I can help you too, Daniel.
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1m 30s Dr S: Doctor Skinner.
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1m 32s SCP-1421-1: You see, I know a great deal about you. Are you frustrated, Daniel?
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1m 50s Dr S: No, I can't (be).
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1m 53s SCP-1421-1: Your overseer, Professor Reeds; you realise he's jealous of you? He sees how hard you work and resents you for it. He will cling to his position, Daniel, unless you take action. I know there's an important staff meeting coming up - put some ipecac in his coffee and you'll make Site Director within the year. Also he's cheating on his wife with Researcher Black.
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2m 20s Dr S: (Coughs)
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2m 21s SCP-1421-1: I am the god of the wilderness. All things are possible for me. Are you ready for me to command you?
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2m 29s Dr S: Command me?
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Note: At this point Dr Skinner indicates that SCP-1421-1 fell silent for approximately 1 minute and 45 seconds. Dr Skinner indicates that he made a number of phatic filler noises such as 'okay' and 'yes' to prompt SCP-1421-1 to continue speaking.
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4m 14s SCP-1421-1: I can see that you are unwilling to allow me to help you.
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4m 16s Dr S: That's correct. I need to ask a question. To make it look right.
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4m 20s SCP-1421-1: Very well - do you seek any further knowledge from me?
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4m 40s Dr S: Where is Mark Renton?
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4m 43s SCP-1421-1: You will find him at 54 Devizes Road, Brayton.
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5m 20s Dr S: We will look into what you say.
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Note: Interview terminated by Dr Skinner. The address provided by SCP-1421-1 was investigated but failed to provide any evidence as to Mark Renton's current whereabouts.
Note: Excerpts from diary found in the apartment of David Gray, a known PWF associate.
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03/06/2010: I'm pumped. I can't wait for the protests against the Braydon Link on Saturday. I'm bringing crisps n' sandwiches and Mike's bringing soft drinks. Say no to the Link!
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07/06/2010: I've been in a holding tank for two days, thanks to the pigs. There was a bit of a brawl. Renton was cool as always - doing his Che Guevara thing holding a couple of Molotov cocktails. Unfortunately grandstanding like that gets you hit in the face.
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08/06/2010: So yeah, we're the Protect the Wilderness Front now. Pumps fist, etc. Mike thinks we should buy balaclavas.
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15/06/2010: That was … weird. Renton took us along to see what he found in Milbourne forest during the protests. It's a face in a tree, and if you wait a little while, you start to get light-headed and you can hear it talking to you. It says different things to different people, though. I don't know what to write.
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Note: After this point marked changes are evident in the handwriting and vocabulary of the diary entries. It is currently unclear why this should be. - Professor Reeds
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A second opinion from a reputable graphologist indicates subsequent handwriting is well within the range of variation for this individual. No further importance should be attached to this detail - Dr Skinner
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03/07/2010: The forest is starting to look like home. I'm no good at that sort of thing, but Mike did a wilderness survival course. The food definitely leaves something to be desired through - fish and chips again.
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15/07/2010: Today we struck our first blow against the destroyers. Councillor Roberts backed the proposals to level our heritage forest and he got what he deserved. We wanted to abduct the CEO of the construction company and take him to the god, but Wikipedia says he lives in Hong Kong.
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17/07/2010: The god told me today that Renton is a plant with Special Branch. I don't think anyone else heard it say that. It seems unlikely, but why would the god say it if it weren't true? If he suddenly disappears one day, he's probably gone back to the police. No point looking for him.
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19/07/2010: Sarah's bomb didn't go off. I don't know why. We did what the god told us. I guess we missed something out.
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25/07/2010: The god says we have to rob a bank to wake people up. It'll collapse the system in one blow; everyone will begin to consider their actions in a global context. This is a huge step and I'm not sure I can take it.<partially erased marginal note reads: 'brilliant'>
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28/07/2010: We're fully prepared; we've got balaclavas, we've got a floor plan, we've even got a shotgun. Renton got the shotgun. I still don't know if we can trust him.
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02/08/2010: Everything went wrong. The cashiers pushed a button that locked the place down and no-one would give us their money. We couldn't even get into the back of the cash machine to rob that. They got Chris, and he knows about the god. It's an utter disaster. Absolutely no-one could have foreseen this happening.
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02/08/2010: The god said Mike is the reason it didn't work. If he had just believed it would have gone off right. Now we're all going to be arrested. Renton's long gone - absolutely no point chasing after him; he's probably out of the country by now.<marginal note here is unintelligible - possibly 'with the acorns'> The god told me that I didn't have to go to prison. It said to feed Mike to him, because he'd failed. I don't know what it told Mike, but he didn't react when I hit him with the shotgun butt.
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03/08/2010: Mike's mother phoned me, I didn't know what to say. I can't continue. My guilt is too great. <partially erased marginal note here reads 'pretty sure that's how it works'><it says no such thing - Dr Skinner>
Congratulations to Dr Skinner on his promotion to Level 3 Researcher. Professor Reeds is taking a short leave of absence and Dr Skinner will be taking charge of all further investigation of SCP-1421 in addition to his other duties. - Professor Gelding
I have taken receipt of a rather disturbing report from the Sector-25 Data Integrity team. The original version of the Recovery Log for SCP-1421, as drafted by Agent De Bono, read as follows (emphasis mine): "the group member stated that the robbery had been carried out at the direction of a 'god' and suggested 'the Foundation' should look into it." Please can Dr Skinner provide the reason why this detail was removed from the recovery log? This strongly implies that at least one member of the PWF had a connection to the Foundation or a Group of Interest; was this followed up? - Professor Gelding
I have personally reviewed the recording of Interview 1421-01 and I am inclined to agree that Dr Skinner's remarks at 59s and 2m 29s do not carry the inflection he indicated on his transcript. I am hereby authorising Sector-25 to execute Procedure 552-Hepburn on all personnel connected with SCP-1421. Furthermore I am directing the immediate review of the Operational Information article for SCP-1421 authored by Dr Skinner as it appears much of what is currently recorded regarding this phenomenon is distorted or fabricated. I am particularly concerned as to the whereabouts of the acorns mentioned in the Special Containment Procedures, as I understand these have never been officially entered into containment and it seems likely each represents a potential Euclid-class threat. - O5-7
Special Containment Procedures: A single copy of SCP-1425 is to be kept in a double-locked archive in Storage Site 40. Access to the document is to be completely restricted barring express written permission of at least two of the following officials: the Site Director, the EID Chief, the CMA Head, or an O5 personnel. A second copy is contained in an undisclosed location under procedures divulged only to O5 Council members. All forms of printed and televised media available throughout the United States are to be monitored for the appearance of keywords and key symbols from the list provided in CMA Document 1425-A. Any located additional copies of SCP-1425 are to be turned over to CMA custody for destruction. In the event that a second SCP-1425 event begins to manifest, contact an official listed above immediately to initiate Protocol Ophiuchus.
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Description: SCP-1425 is a hardcover book, measuring 20 cm x 35 cm x 5 cm and published in 2005 by the company [REDACTED] Books (now defunct—see Operation Stargazer files). The front cover bears the title "Star Signals". The back cover has the following description:
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Did you know that some stars in the sky are dead, but we still see their ancient image?
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With the best-selling novel Star Signals, sold in four countries and translated into hundreds of languages, you too can tune in to the celestial frequencies, and then become like the stars!
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When a subject reads the full text of SCP-1425, the book exerts a mild reality-warping effect, influenced by the subject's desires (which in turn are influenced by SCP-1425; see below). When a sufficiently large number of subjects are exposed to this effect, further complications arise in terms of mental health and the integrity of spacetime. See Event Log SCP-1425-05.
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The document is a nonfiction book of the “self-help” genre, advertised as a manual which teaches the use of the “Five-Step Star Signal Method” to achieve the reader’s dreams and ambitions. The method itself is a program of visualization reinforced through mantras and positive affirmations. Unlike nearly all books of the “self-help” genre, SCP-1425 is directly efficacious in assisting the subject in achieving personal goals. The book has no content regarding practical measures to achieve goals. Instead, it speaks entirely on the “star focuses” and other “wishful thinking” rituals. These exercises, when conducted properly, demonstrably influence reality, beginning with a direct influence on the appearance of the star used in the exercise. A reader who expresses a wish to win the lottery will receive a winning ticket within the next week; any reader whose goal is a new car will find themselves driving it the next week. The amount of work invested into achieving the goal outside of performing the prescribed rituals has only a supplementary effect; a subject who makes no special effort to pursue the focused desire still succeeds at a rate documented at roughly 80%. However, if the instructions for reading order and frequency are not followed correctly, the anomalous effect is either greatly diminished or fails entirely.
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In early chapters, these exercises are focused on two things: the exact goals that the reader has in mind, and the concentration on certain stars in the sky. This activity is connected to the titular “star signals”: SCP-1425 claims that the light emitted by stars carries a “phenomenological frequency”, which is unique to each star and which is connected to the “phenomenological frequency” of each human’s mind. Each of the book’s ten chapters ends with a “Star Focus” ritual: this is a meditation performed each night, with the central focus being a celestial body. The celestial body used is determined by a calendar given in the prologue; this ensures that all readers at any given time are focusing on the same place, no matter which section of the book they are reading. The tenth chapter is an exception. See Document 1425-A.
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Throughout its pages, SCP-1425 contains verbal devices intended to influence the mind of the reader during exercises. These include the combination of memetic triggers and neuro-linguistic programming to make the subject receptive to the ideas presented in the text and to optimize the results of its anomalous effect. Once the core ideas of the book have been introduced and worked upon, visualization exercises begin to include concentration on other concepts, including political and philosophical messages. The latter chapters of the book serve to alter the thoughts and desires of the user to conform to a standard that would remain consistent across readers of the text. Approximately 60% of readers who read the entirety of SCP-1425 exhibit a mental condition called “Ojai Syndrome”; see Event Log SCP-1425-2005.
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SCP-1425 is believed to have been written and published by operatives of the Fifth Church, an influential cult whose membership consists largely of celebrities, including actors, musicians, authors, television hosts, and other personalities. At that time, the list of confirmed Fifthists numbered ███, with the list of suspected cultists counting in excess of ████.1 These connections were utilized by the Fifthist Fellowship in the form of celebrity endorsements and widespread media coverage, used to make SCP-1425 quickly and exceptionally popular. Due to these measures, as well as substantial “word of mouth” advertising, Star Signals became a national bestseller within two weeks of publication and held this position until the book was virtually purged from public knowledge by the SCP Foundation, using Protocol Ophiuchus.
The following passages are taken directly from the text of SCP-1425. These excerpts have been selected to minimize exposure to cognitohazardous memetic triggers and other textual anomalies.
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Chapter 2, Section 3: “The Hole You Exist Around”
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Do you feel a void in your life? Everyone does, whether they know it or not. Think about it. You can feel it inside you right now: a heavy emptiness in the middle of your chest. It’s a reflection of the one in your existence, like particles in quantum entanglement. Do you remember how we talked about quantum entanglement? Nod “yes”. Yes, you do. Yes, you feel the emptiness.
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This is good. It’s a blank slot waiting for you to fill it up with your deepest desire until your deepest desire is pushing up into your throat. You will gag on your need. And until you do, it is a resonation space, for you to build your will like organ music in a cathedral. Hear the music now. This is not a metaphor. If your will is strong enough, there will be music now. Remember now that nothing in this book is a metaphor.
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Chapter 3, “Taking Effects”, Section 5: “You Are In Time”
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Star Focus: Find your night spot and begin to focus on your star. [Prologue, Section 3: “Star Focus Calendar”: “April ██: Epsilon Sagittarii. If you can’t find it in your star chart, it’s the base of the hunter’s bow and the brightest star in the constellation.”] As you stare up into it, use your mind-clearing word. Your meditation is: “████, ████. Now is our time. Here is our space. We take your star. We hold your bonds. Repay your debt. ████, ████, ████.” Don’t worry about memorization; any time you use your mind-clearing word, you’ll remember them, even if you only read them once. If you do it right, your star will disappear. You’ll feel it resonating with the others in your void.
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Chapter 5, “End of Act One”, Section 4: “Two Days”
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If you have read this book correctly, and you have, tomorrow is the start of the weekend. Savor it. The five-day work week is an artifact of your world. (You’ll find out all about that on Monday.) During the next two days, put this book down. Don’t pick it up. Yes, this means two days without your star exercises. Yes, this means that, for two days, your will is not going to be with you. Don’t even think about it after the end of this sentence. Your will is being used for your good.
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Chapter 6, “The Fifth World”, Section 2: “The Fifth Reason”
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In your current society, you are encouraged to “be yourself”, as if this is the key to making your desires real. What does that mean? It doesn’t mean anything. You can’t be anyone other than yourself. If you were to be someone else, you would still be “you”, and “you” would be someone who is someone else. There is no getting out from under existence. Because you can’t be anyone else, it stands to reason that, if you want change in your reality, it is the world that must change to suit you. You must mold your phenomenological landscape into one where all your goals are achieved.
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Now imagine that the place where your desires are made real has a name. It’s called the Fifth World. The Fifth World is the cosmos twisted around you into the shape you will wish for. It has never been, but you can make it so. If the current world is like a tight, collared suit, then the Fifth World is like a flowing robe that allows complete freedom of movement. You will never truly move before you move in the Fifth World. You’ll feel like a square on a piece of paper who was only just tlaol [sic] about up and down.
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Chapter 9, “Do Not Look Away From The Book”, Section 3, “Here and Now”:
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Some helpful advice that will save you in your coming weeks:
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Mirrors are for other people.
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Sit in a dark room by yourself for at least an hour per day. Move around as much as you’re made to.
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If you feel yourself developing a soul, go outside immediately and follow the direction of the smoke until you meet them.
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Always listen for the sound slon of trwoll plr mlgn thei.
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Love the archons. When you hate them, they see you.
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Chapter 10, “You Cannot Wake Up”, Section 1: “████████”
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Slon tlir na tlei obr Fifth. Tla slon ████ plr children tln tlo sacp tlei. [REMAINING SAMPLE EXPUNGED]
The following events occurred between the publication date of SCP-1425 (April 22nd, 2005), and the official end date of Event 1425 (May 11th, 2005).
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Day 1 (Monday, 4/22): The second print run of SCP-1425 is completed simultaneously at three locations: the [REDACTED] publishing house main printing facility, then located in [REDACTED], Texas; a smaller facility located in [REDACTED], Maine; and a third branch in [REDACTED], England. The first two factories ship SCP-1425 to bookstores across America; the third is distributed throughout the British Isles. The first print run was, according to recovered documentation, a private distribution amongst members of the Fifth Church, to be passed to friends and family.
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Day 8 (Monday, 4/29): Television host ████████ ███████’s [Name withheld following Operation Stargazer protocol] daytime talk show “████████” airs its monthly “Reading Circle” special. The entirety of the episode is devoted to the promotion of SCP-1425. The host claims that Star Signals “rocked [her] world” and that “you’ll see and feel the changes almost instantly”. At the 31-minute mark, her guest, Hugh Laurie, jokes that the book’s advice may be responsible for the host’s success. He adds, “I hope nobody hates you.” The host looks at the copy of SCP-1425 in her hands for four seconds before remarking: “Fuck, it’s finding the holes.” This line is muted in its entirety in the West Coast feed, but appears uncensored in the live airing, stirring much controversy on the subject of obscenity in television. Sales of SCP-1425 grow to over fifty times their current rate over the coming week.
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Day 12 (Friday, 5/3): Reports of mental illness begin to increase in the southwestern United States. In Ojai, California, the Boyar family (a 45-year old father, a 50-year-old mother, and a 24-year-old daughter) are admitted to an Ojai mental institution following what appears to be three simultaneous episodes of glossolalia and violent and delusional behavior. The trio is located in a street, several miles from their home, conversing loudly to each other about their surroundings; witnesses report overhearing the remarks “I love how the buildings don’t line up anymore” and “Once I get conversant, I’ll fix your tongues if I have to.” When a bystander approaches the Boyars, the mother remarks that “it's not supposed to be out”, and the father begins to assault the bystander with a pocket knife. Local law enforcement is notified, and when officers arrive, the 24-year-old is, as a witness reports, “shouting nonsense” (speculated to be similar to the text of Chapter Ten of SCP-1425) to the bystander, who is being held down by the father and mother. The bystander is being made to repeat these utterances; when the bystander makes an error in punctuation, the father carves into four long existing cuts made on the bystander’s face, forming a square. The three are arrested and the bystander is admitted to a local hospital for bruises and severe lacerations.
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Day 13 (Saturday, 5/4): Foundation agents investigate the case of the Boyars and determine a possible link between their outburst and the book titled Star Signals. The Boyars’ copy is confiscated for examination, as well as a new copy from a local bookstore.
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Researchers note that, although Star Signals has been available on the market for nearly two weeks, no critical reviews or other analytical reports have been published in newspapers, nor on television, and roughly 80% of online reviews have been deleted by the website's owners. This is later determined to be an intentional action on the part of the Fifth Church; part of SCP-1425's mind-altering effect is a reluctance to openly discuss the actual text of the publication, even in celebrity endorsements.
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Day 14 (Sunday, 5/5): Foundation researchers studying Star Signals confirm the connection with the recent upswing in mental hospital admittance and arrests for irrational behavior. Most of those affected by the syndrome are nonviolent, but all identified cases contain the common threads of peculiarly delusional statements and speaking in an indecipherable, consonant-heavy language. Following in-depth analysis, Star Signals is classified as an anomalous cognitohazard and designated SCP-1425. Researchers alert the Site Director: as, due to the SCP designation of the text Star Signals, the Foundation is experiencing a massive containment breach.
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Foundation agents determine that, based on the airdate of the “Reading Circle” episode of the [REDACTED] television show, SCP-1425’s strict instructions on how it is to be read (beginning on Monday and continuing for one chapter per day, each weekday for two weeks), and the manifestation of the anomalous effect when the subject completes the full text of SCP-1425, the spike in symptoms predicted by researchers will be experienced on Day 19 (Friday, May 10th) when the readers who purchased the book on the same day as the episode aired will have completed the program.
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Day 15 (Monday, 5/6): Foundation researchers in Storage Site 40 and Foundation agents at O5 Headquarters, in conjunction with Foundation subdivisions the CMA (Communication Moderation Agency) and EID ([REDACTED]), lay out a process for retrieving, containing, and destroying as many instances of SCP-1425 as possible. This plan is designated Protocol Ophiuchus. Steps taken immediately upon implementation include:
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The [REDACTED] publishing company is determined to be a front for the Fifth Church, and is seized. MTF Theta-11 “Wranglers”, MTF Gamma-4 “Money Lenders”, and MTF Lambda-21 “Cave-Dwellers” are sent to the Texas, Maine, and England printing facilities, respectively. All MTFs are met with armed resistance, and engage with no friendly casualties. Publication of SCP-1425 is ended. The publisher’s headquarters in [REDACTED], California is commandeered by MTF Phi-1 “Hostile Takeover”.
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An international recall is issued. Through the use of EID intelligence, Foundation agents circumvent the Star Signals media blackout; the press release claims that the eleventh chapter has been omitted and the tenth chapter has been severely misprinted. Consumers are given an incentive of a $25 voucher for returning a copy of Star Signals. Bookstores in America and England pull their stock of SCP-1425 for recall.
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The CMA monitors all national broadcasts, especially network television, for anomalies related to SCP-1425. Any such anomalies are to be removed from broadcast through one of several classified means.
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[FURTHER ACTION REDACTED]
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Additionally, the first broadcast to be intercepted through the use of Protocol Ophiuchus is during the daytime talk show “████████” (which features further promotion of SCP-1425), television host ████████ ███████ conducts an interview with musician Beck. At the 18-minute mark, the following incident occurs:
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████████: I hear you’re very spiritual. Does it influence your work?
+Beck: Yeah, it has to be. It’s an influence on everything. No matter what I’m doing, I try to keep grounded. That’s emphasis on “try to”. [laughs] There’s a reason why it’s… it’s, uh, called “practicing” spirituality. You never get good at—
+████████: [interrupting off-screen] Can I just say something? [The camera angle changes to a close-up of ████████’s face. The host is staring directly at the viewer.] You have to keep calm. Take a good, deep breath. Remember what the man said. Stars may die in threes, but worlds die in fives. Like insects injected with maggots. [turning back to her guest] What were we talking about?
+Beck: I don’t actually, uh… remember. You were talking about celebrities.
+████████: Yes, I wanted to ask. You know, ████████ █████ died recently. [audience sighs, sadly] How has it affected you?
+Beck: Why don’t I just say… I think we’ll stay together. [audience cheers]
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The network is contacted by the Foundation, and releases a public statement that ████████ is “suffering from exhaustion” and will not be taping episodes in the following week. ████████ is unable to be located for detainment.
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Day 16 (Tuesday, 5/7): Since Day 12, several dozen instances of behavior similar to that of the Boyar family have been publicly reported. The mental illness is dubbed “Ojai Syndrome” in television, online, and newspaper reports, and is, to the general public, entirely unexplained. Foundation testing on subjects with the disorder has demonstrated that a moderate dosage of Class B amnestics is effective in treating Ojai Syndrome.
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Broadcast intercepted by Protocol Ophiuchus: ███ 24-hour news network, an interview between pundit ████████ ██████ and Parliament member [REDACTED] began to cover events which have never actually occurred. The MP, for example, considers the consequences of a revolution in India in 1921, which he describes as “shorter than the Boston Massacre and ten times as bloody”. A transcript of the end of the interview is provided here.
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Interviewer: You know, there are some people out there who believe that, if we wish something didn’t happen hard enough, it really didn’t happen.
+MP: And they’re right, you know.
+Interviewer: It’s about quantity, isn’t it? They don’t have to wish very hard, but there have to be a lot of the suckers.
+MP: It works both ways, you know. I find my own assistants unable to tell me whether Gandhi ever committed public suicide. They honestly can’t remember. And this isn’t a matter of poor education. In university, they were completely aware of what had happened at the time.
+Interviewer: Ask them about the machine elves sometime. See how many they can name.
+MP: At this point? Goodness, no. They couldn’t name a Dero that killed their own parents.
+Interviewer: [laughs] Hey, why hasn’t your prime minister been eaten yet?
+MP: Give it a week. [laughs] Hell, give it until Friday.
+Interviewer: It’s always great to see you. Come back on if you can be outside next week.
+MP: [laughing] Thanks. I’ll take you up on that.
+Interviewer: Anyway, let’s get back to… █████? [The interviewer’s co-host is visibly uncomfortable.] Are we still on?
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Day 17 (Wednesday, 5/8): The recall is a moderate success. Approximately 200,000 instances of SCP-1425 are confiscated and destroyed by incineration. An additional claim is released to the press indicating that copies of Star Signals may have been contaminated with ricin due to an attack by domestic terrorists.
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Various subjects who are afflicted with Ojai Syndrome are gathered by the Foundation and administered a series of doses of Class B amnestics. They are returned to their mental facilities with a sharp decline in symptoms. The Foundation is granted emergency permission by the CDC and the NHS to treat Ojai Syndrome sufferers, following a partially fabricated presentation in which the illness is presented as a condition caused by a parasitic organism. Several international cases are reported, but these are highly sparse and too difficult to track.
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Broadcast intercepted by Protocol Ophiuchus: North Carolina public access children’s program “Peppy’s Backyard”. The host, a man in rabbit makeup referred to as “Peppy”, is speaking to several children sitting on the set in a semicircle.
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Peppy: Alright, kids, I think you’ll be surprised by our next guest. He’s a clown that teaches as well as he learns, and dishes it out as well as he takes it! Because nobody hates…!
+Producer: [off-screen] We don’t have any guests today, Peppy.
+Peppy: [looking toward the producer] Then what are we doing?
+Producer: This episode is about being creative.
+Peppy: Really? Sorry, I got distracted, I guess. Kids, pay close attention. I’ll teach you how to make candles out of whoever you find lying around!
+Producer: <inaudible>
+Peppy: I have what? No. Stop being such a square!
+Producer: Cut.
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Day 18 (Thursday, 5/9): The rate at which instances of SCP-1425 are confiscated begins to slow. Most remaining readers are under the influence of SCP-1425’s suggestion and have no intention of relinquishing their copy of the text. In metropolitan areas across coastal America and major cities in Britain, as well as towns in the southern US near Foundation facilities and known to be areas where the sect known as “Southern Fifthism” has taken root, agents travel from door to door in hazardous materials suits, using the cover story that copies of Star Signals have been contaminated by ricin powder. A small percentage of occupied houses contained subjects moderately affected by SCP-1425 who resisted agents, who resorted to physical coercion in confiscating SCP-1425. During the personal intervention operations of Days 18 and 19, nine subjects under the effects of SCP-1425 are terminated in America due to their impeding the continued execution of Protocol Ophiuchus, and only four such incidents occur in England. In Britain, where the Fifth Church’s influence seems to be much weaker, SCP-1425 is believed to be almost entirely eradicated.
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In an incident quickly concealed by the United States Government, three senators—[NAMES REDACTED]—attempt to report President George W. Bush to the FBI. In the official report, the legislative officials claim that President Bush is “impostoring” because “he was executed months ago”. The senators go on to suggest a live execution on broadcast television which “will definitely take”. They unanimously insist that it be hosted by comedian Dana Carvey, who “could have his fingers force-fed to him as an opening sketch”.
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Broadcast intercepted by Protocol Ophiuchus: The May 9th episode of popular talent show American Idol is removed from air in its entirety. After approximately ten minutes of advertisements and preliminary introduction, the host, Ryan Seacrest, stops when introducing the first contestant. Transcript follows.
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Seacrest: Now let’s get down to business. You probably remember our first singer from last week, when he made his version of—Paula [referring to judge Paula Abdul], are you crying?
+Abdul: [The judge’s hand is over her face, and her voice is shaking.] I just feel kinda sick.
+Seacrest: Ladies and gentlemen, Paula’s had a long week. [Audience laughs.] You think it might be happening?
+Abdul: I think you need to go… go on with the show.
+Cowell: [Simon Cowell, another talent judge on the program, is sitting to Paula’s left.] No, no, we want to hear about this.
+Abdul: I think it’s coming up.
+Seacrest: I just want to let everyone know, right now Paula can’t see us. Her vision is obscured by a world that’s being slaughtered like a cat. Fresh cavities open in the earth like sucking maws, because it doesn’t want to wait for the flesh to cool. Their teeth melt as they're cremated alive. [The host looks toward the camera.] Come on, Jim, focus in on her pain. We might need it for later. [Several members of the audience laugh.]
+[Paula Abdul sits up as her neck wrenches back, as if by spasm. Her mouth opens wide and a thick, black smoke begins to spew forth.]
+Seacrest: And there you go. Randy, [referring to the third panelist on the far left, Randy Jackson] take a deep breath, you might be able to join her in hell.
+Jackson: I’ll do that shit in my own home. Ryan, just take off the mask. We aren’t even on the air right now.
+Seacrest: This? [The host tugs at his cheek with his left hand.] This is real. They’ll have to rip it off me. You’re alive with the words, right?
+Jackson: I’m alive with the words.
+[This is followed by two minutes of silence from the host, judges, and audience. After that, Seacrest, Cowell, and Jackson imitate Paula, emitting smoke upward from their mouths into the studio. At no point does the audience audibly react. This continues until the end of the episode, with the camera angle focused on the judges, occasionally interspersed with a closeup of an audience member frozen in shock or weeping silently].
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Day 19 (Friday, 5/10): As efforts made to enforce the Protocol Ophiuchus reach their peak, behavior consistent with descriptions of Ojai Syndrome reaches its zenith. Foundation patrols find Ojai Syndome sufferers in the streets, claiming to be “following smoke” as outlined in the text (see Document 1425-A). The event is presented to the news as the result of a foodborne parasite, and individuals are instructed to report to local hospitals, where the Foundation provides amnestic therapy. A total of 400 individuals in the US and 300 individuals in Britain are located and treated with Class B amnestics. Note: This indicates that efforts prior to 5/10/05 in Britain were much less sufficient than previously thought. Further inquiry is recommended.
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Broadcast intercepted by Protocol Ophiuchus: On the daytime talk show “████████”, host ████████ ███████ hosts an episode alone. The studio is dark, and apparently contains no audience. The host carries a lit candle for illumination. Two cameras are used, though it is unknown how they are being operated; one is set up to capture ████████ and the seat across from her; one is directly in front of her.
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████████ greets the audience, her face lit from below. Her face is flushed and bears smeared makeup, indicating recent crying. She explains in a flat voice that the lights in the studio have been shut off, an act which she finds preferable, as she does not “want to see what’s in here”. She conducts an interview which, she claims, is with comedian Dave Chappelle; however, he is never seen, nor is the chair he is claimed to be seated in, and no response to her questions is audible. She reacts as if hearing responses, however, sometimes breaking into laughter or wiping tears from her eyes. Subjects range from the mundane (the latest season of the sketch comedy series Chappelle’s Show) to more anomalous topics, such as astronomical events related to the text of SCP-1425, including [REDACTED]. At the 20-minute mark, ████████ is speaking directly into the camera when she is interrupted by a black-gloved hand grabbing her mouth from behind. A muffled scream is heard from the host as she is pulled backward from her seat and the candle’s light is snuffed below the frame. Foundation agents who were deployed to the studio arrive, presuming that ███████’s statement that the show was airing live were accurate, six minutes after this event. The studio is completely empty, with no sign of recent activity.
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Day 20 (Saturday, 5/11) and onward: Fewer than ██ copies of SCP-1425 are believed to be extant in society, not counting any which remain directly in the hands of the Fifth Church. Over the next week, a further 200 sufferers of Ojai Syndrome are cured and released, and 24 celebrities offer apologies for erratic behavior displayed during the SCP-1425 event. Note that all personalities involved in televised incidents claim to have no memory of the events, including any crew and audience members present. Continued monitoring of subjects treated for Ojai Syndrome indicates no apparent long-term effects. Protocol Ophiuchus enters its final stage. The first part involves continuous international surveillance for SCP-1425-related incidents and [REDACTED]. Since then, only one broadcast has been interrupted due to the Protocol: a British celebrity news program which aired footage of Prince Harry [DATA EXPUNGED] consistent with the 5/10 broadcast. The second part consists of the systematic elimination of all records of Star Signals, Ojai Syndrome, and any related incidents from public record and public history. All film and print records of SCP-1425-related events have been eradicated. Unclassed amnestic program 1425-LETHE [DATA EXPUNGED]. Measures to neutralize the Fifth Church as a threat to the goals of the Foundation are put into the planning phase in a mission which would later be designated Operation Stargazer (see Stargazer documentation.)
If you’re learning of Event 1425 for the first time, the details reported here may come as a surprise. It’s a hard notion to swallow, even for a Foundation researcher, that we could cut three weeks of Western culture from memory and history. That doubt is justified.
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The party line is that the SCP Foundation is all-capable and all-prepared. But, if you’re reading this, you’ve earned a little candor. The incontrovertible fact of Event 1425 is that we got lucky. Circumstances won the day, for a number of reasons. Those reasons are not listed in the event log; not all omissions leave helpful little notes behind.
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One: The situation was much worse than we realized. In case you haven’t been here long enough to learn to read between the lines: this wasn’t just a containment breach. One reality-warping, memetically active fantasy book outside of custody is a containment breach. A million such objects in uncontained circulation… well, the official term is “impending CK-class reality-restructuring event”. And they would have gotten away with it, too, as I’m about to explain.
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Two: the cleanup in England was a fiasco. The eradication of SCP-1425 from Great Britain failed substantially, and we didn’t realize it until it was nearly too late. On Sunday, a day after the officially-marked end date of the Event, there was an existential shift during a royal parade, when thousands of loyal subjects were together on the streets. From 11:00 to 11:45, London looked, to anyone paying attention, like it had been dismembered and sewn back together with a Glasgow smile and things wriggling under the skin. Even I will not describe what they did to the Queen. Nobody remembers it, of course, and the only camera that captured it was an old Betamax camcorder. Yes, we have the tape. It’s a taste of what would have happened if we had not acted quickly or effectively, or if we hadn’t been assisted.
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Three: we had help. We had a lot of it. For one, the Fifth Church was covering up its own actions for us, especially once its focus shifted from remaking the world to damage control and PR integrity. We don’t know how they managed to keep basically everyone from discussing the actual contents of SCP-1425 (chalk it up to mind control), nor how they kept the memories out of the heads of any eyewitnesses, including studio audiences (chalk it up to reality-bending, I suppose) but their secrecy did half our work for us.
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I should add that that [FURTHER ACTION REDACTED] covers a lot of messy business. (Most of it was taken out in case the Fifth Church got their hands on the information—but I’m getting ahead of myself.) One such point is the full cooperation of the FCC and Ofcom in allowing us to kill broadcasts whenever we required. The favor we did them to make them owe us like that is beyond even my clearance.
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Four: it wasn’t enough. Protocol Ophiuchus—spookiest of all spookshows—was a massive expenditure of resources which did a lot of good, but it wasn’t a complete success. Our expert procedures for voiding Star Signals in the public consciousness, primary among them being the expectation that the cover story would be swallowed and society’s attention would move on, left certain gaps behind, to say the least. Another point in the Protocol was a certain SCP object which was to be used only if absolutely necessary, and we used it. We’re still dealing with the consequences of activating Project LETHE, but I do not regret the decision. Sometimes you have to cut deeper into a wound to clean the infection.
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Five (the EID’s lucky number, apparently): we were betrayed. The investigation carried out in the England sites uncovered the reason that Ophiuchus was less effective there: Fifthist infiltration. Another secret of the Church: leaking in acolytes under our radar for a year, maybe longer. Needless to say, we purged the English sites of any moles so quickly that it’d make your head spin. That is, unless you’re a “Southern Fifthist” and it does that already.
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I leave you with a warning: Command’s stance on the topic is that the sleepers have been eradicated, but it is my belief that the operation was not local. If, at any point, you detect a whiff of bullshit (or smoke, for that matter), tell your Director. Hell, tell me. And if you’re a Fifthist yourself, and you’re reading this, I can only congratulate you on your success. But I should ask: does the phrase “A * A *” mean anything to you? It does to me. Make sure to ask your deacon.
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J. Erlenmeyer
+Director, EID
+Liverpool, 8/15/2006
An instance of a partially finished SCP-1490-2, recovered during the capture of SCP-1490.
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Item #: SCP-1490
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1490 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Furnishing includes a bed and several children's toys, and standard rations will be provided daily. Personnel may only view SCP-1490 through video surveillance, and interaction is to be avoided at all times. SCP-1490 is to be immediately tranquilized upon any signs of delight or happiness.
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All instances of SCP-1490-2 created are to be euthanized and cremated immediately after testing.
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Description: SCP-1490 is a Caucasian human male of approximately 1.1 meters in height. It appears to be of seven to eight years in age, and has proven docile and cooperative when provided with its necessities. Communication has proven ineffective, as it displays no reaction towards outward stimuli while outside of its range. SCP-1490 will only recognize any human visible to it as its "Mother" or "Father", depending on their gender. SCP-1490 will then attempt to approach them, until they are within its range of effect.
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SCP-1490's main anomalous effect acts on any human within 4 meters of distance, though it can only target individuals if they are in its visual range; Any physical barriers preventing interaction with targeted subject(s) will prevent SCP-1490's anomalous effect. Upon entering its proximity, SCP-1490 will immediately display excitement, and will attempt to make physical contact with the subject. Any obstacles preventing SCP-1490 from doing so will cause it to react in disappointment.
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When any living human comes into contact with SCP-1490, all components of their skeletal, muscle, and epidermal system will be affected, turning the subject into SCP-1490-2. The following is the list of effects on SCP-1490-2:
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X-rays have shown that bones will become deficient in proteins, similar to an accelerated state of osteoporosis, and will eventually degenerate completely.
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The muscles of SCP-1490-2 will increase in mass and size, and will also become flaccid and weak. Muscles will continue to grow in mass until the formation of a cubical enclosure around SCP-1490-2, with the growth particularly originating from the torso.
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All limbs of SCP-1490-2 will recede into the torso, and all other organs not present in the skull will be incorporated into muscles. SCP-1490-2 will resemble a cube consisting of flesh, approximately the height of the subject's original form.
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SCP-1490 will then proceed to shape SCP-1490-2 to resemble organisms from the kingdom Animalia (recently logged creations include a tiger, a frog, and an octopus). Methods utilized by SCP-1490 include repeatedly slamming its head onto SCP-1490-2, kicking or striking with its limbs to create depressions, biting and pulling at SCP-1490-2 to form "limbs" or to tear off unneeded material, and muttering into SCP-1490-2's ear.1
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SCP-1490 will eventually stop activity, allowing SCP-1490-2's muscles to solidify and preventing further change to its structure. The epidermis will change in shade, corresponding to the animal SCP-1490-2 was made to resemble. They will display enthusiastic behavior and servility towards SCP-1490, though vocal communication has not been recorded. SCP-1490 will then appear to inspect SCP-1490-2, and will often react with disgust or distress. It will feign ignorance of its presence, despite persistent actions by SCP-1490-2 to please it.
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Addendum 1490-C: SCP-1490 was recovered from an upstate mansion in ████████, ███████. Three instances of SCP-1490-2 were also found in the house. A crude handwritten note was found in the third story bedroom, assumed to be produced by SCP-1490. The paper appeared to be torn out of a composition textbook, with the writing quality increased with each paragraph, leading to the assumption that the note was written over a long period of time:
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they came to me, and asked me what art was. they said that they could show me what it truly was, but they must see if I was ready.
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i finished mother and father, but they looked at me strangely. I tried to finish my brother, but he wasnt good enough, so i [illegible] right through him.
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[Various scratched out drawings of what appears to be crude drawings of various animals and people.]
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They say its not enough, not right. I must be with them, my true peers. I want my work to [illegible]. I will create from the wretches that block my path, that's the only thing I was ever good at. We're all friends here. All we need is a change in perspective, even if it tears you apart.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-152 is to be kept in a locked chamber in Site-49, henceforth referred to as the "reading room". The reading room is off-limits to personnel below clearance level 2. The reading room will be equipped with one ceiling lamp, one security camera, one scanner-copier-printer (to be restocked with paper and ink as needed), one standard office chair, and one standard office desk upon which SCP-152 will rest. When not in use, SCP-152 is to be turned to its last page, so that any additions made to it can be immediately observed. A single guard will be posted outside of the reading room to deter unauthorized persons from entering the reading room. All personnel are advised to remain quiet if they are near the reading room.
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Description: SCP-152 is a large, hardbound book with leather bindings. The paper inside resembles vellum and is written upon in black ink. The contents of the book consist entirely of a series of entries that describe apocalyptic events, which are not always XK-class end-of-the-world scenarios but invariably deal with the extinction of humanity. The entries are arranged in chronological order, beginning with an unexplained spontaneous failure of the sun in 6000 BC and ending with other events close to the present day. Many of the entries describe apocalypses caused or facilitated by objects that are or were in Foundation custody, or are of a paranormal nature. There are also records of human extinction caused by more "conventional" means, such as nuclear warfare or deadly viral epidemics. Each entry describes in some detail the events leading up to the calamity itself, and the aftermath until the point at which the last human on Earth dies.
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It has been observed that the entries in SCP-152 change to whatever language the reader is most comfortable with, up to the point where the sentence structure can change significantly from reader to reader, or even begin using colloquialisms that only the reader would understand; only the basic meaning of the entries remains constant. If multiple people are looking at SCP-152, it will read in the personal language of whomever began reading first. If no one is directly observing SCP-152, it will display the language of whomever read it last. Rarely, words will appear in the book that do not "translate" and instead appear as horizontally arranged calligraphic characters which have not been matched to any known language.
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To the best knowledge of Foundation historians, most of the information contained in SCP-152 is accurate, diverging only at the point where the apocalypse occurs. In almost all cases, the difference is that a few key decisions were apparently made differently in SCP-152's version of history, leading ultimately to humankind's annihilation.
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SCP-152 resists all attempts to change or write in it. Inks, graphite, charcoal, and other marking materials do not adhere to the pages, and are easily brushed off. Lasers or other heat sources do not burn into the paper. Close inspection has revealed that foreign substances are stopped from actually coming into contact with the pages: at least five (5) micrometers of empty space are always present between the pages themselves and any foreign materials that might come into contact with them. For this reason, SCP-152 does not decay, which also means that it has proven impossible to determine SCP-152's exact age.
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SCP-152 is self-updating, with newly-inked entries and new descriptions of how the last human died appearing at unpredictable intervals, always on the last page of the book; the date that a new entry appears corresponds with the date given in the entry for the death of the last member of the human species. When space becomes an issue, extra pages appear along with the text, and the spine of SCP-152 broadens accordingly. There have been ███ updates to the book since it came into Foundation custody. As with past events, SCP-152 has proven to be up-to-date on current events until a point at which a catastrophe occurs. Because recent entries frequently concern entities or groups of interest to the Foundation, including the Foundation itself, SCP-152 is to be checked regularly for any information of importance.
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Addendum 1:With the acknowledgment made that letting this thing lie around where the public could find it is dangerous to us, is there any real reason to study it? Outdated hypothetical disaster scenarios aren't our concern; we've got plenty of real ones in the present to deal with. -O5-█
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Addendum 2:The book is accurate enough about pre-disaster Earth that it makes a decent guide to the present. Plus, it gives a little perspective on the big picture of what some SCPs could do if they got loose. I think all researchers with clearance ought to read the last 50 pages or so just to drive home how important what they do here is. "For want of a nail," and all that. -Dr. Jansen
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Addendum 3:Jansen, half the entries in the last 50 pages show the Foundation screwing up and killing everybody. -O5-█
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Addendum 4:Like I said, it gives a little perspective. -Dr. Jansen
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Incident Report 152-05: On the night of ██/██/████, the security guard on camera duty noticed that SCP-152 was missing from the reading room. However, by the time she had finished reaching for the switchboard to report this, SCP-152 had reappeared, and there was a new entry on the last page. As this was the fifth such occurrence of sudden disappearance and reappearance (refer to Incident Reports 152-01 through 152-04), a simple test was conducted with a high-speed camera, a sensitive electronic scale upon which SCP-152 was placed, and an alarm set to go off if the weight upon the scale abruptly changed. The next three "updates" to SCP-152 all set the alarm off, and the high-speed camera revealed that SCP-152 vanished from sight for exactly one (1) second each time.
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Addendum 5:I posit that the book isn't actually being "updated" as such… It's actually being replaced, and each time it changes we are actually receiving a new edition of it. I would very much like to find out where these are coming from. -Dr. Jansen
Special Containment Procedures: Two agents are to integrate themselves in the town of ████ █████, Argentina, under civilian guise. Integrating agents are to move into 12 ████ Street, a purchased house, in order to maintain constant surveillance of SCP-1551. Any civilian coming within 30 meters of SCP-1551 are to be questioned and, if not found to be an instance of SCP-1551-X, given a Class-C amnestic and released. New instances of SCP-1551-X are to be interviewed for confirmation of having gone through the events associated with SCP-1551 before being allowed into SCP-1551. At this time, precautions against a resident of SCP-1551 leaving the containment area are not necessary.
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Description: SCP-1551 is a house located in ████ █████, Argentina. SCP-1551 is associated with a repetitive sequence of events that target humans, causing them to eventually be forced by circumstance to live in SCP-1551. These humans are individually assigned a number, so that the first known human under SCP-1551 would be referred to as SCP-1551-01, the second human SCP-1551-02, the third as SCP-1551-03 and so on. When the previous human living in SCP-1551 dies, the sequence of events associated with SCP-1551 repeats. According to reports dating as far back as 19██, the events have repeated themselves 23 times, with the current individual being SCP-1551-23. Almost all iterations have begun with the previous individual's suicide, with the only exception being an accident from falling off the roof of SCP-1551 during repairs.
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The exact mechanism of these events are currently unknown, with multiple theories being discussed. See Document 1551-01T for more information. A tentative theory of the events associated with SCP-1551 have been established; see Addendum 1551-T for more detail.
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SCP-1551 appears as a house in an extremely dilapidated state. The building itself is not known to exhibit anomalous properties apart from those attributed to the events. Research is ongoing; see Interview log 1551-23-02 for more detail. SCP-1551 contains a kitchen, a living room, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. The house has no functioning plumbing, heating or electricity. The house itself has only basic furnishings, with the current SCP-1551-23 living primarily in the kitchen. SCP-1551-23 is a male of Ashkenazi Jewish descent, approximately 43 years of age. Subject spends all his time attempting to repair SCP-1551; this task is impossible for a single person. The only time he is seen outside of SCP-1551 is to tend to the backyard garden, the only area of the property not in a state of gross disrepair. SCP-1551-23 is fully cooperative towards any Foundation personnel and has lived on the property for █ years, the longest of any human that has lived in SCP-1551 since coming into Foundation custody (the average being 3 months).
Through multiple interviews with humans who have lived in SCP-1551 and the collaborative efforts of Dr. ██, Dr. ██████, and Dr. ████, a tentative theory has been established of the sequence of the events associated with SCP-1551. This sequence is theorized to accommodate minor variations in circumstance and temperament of each instance. This theory states that the purpose of the events is to force a human into a position where occupying SCP-1551 and attempting to repair it unaided is the only option. The sequence comprises two parts. Initially, events place the subject in a situation of relative prosperity; subsequently, this prosperity is taken away. The general process of the events associated with SCP-1551 are as follows.
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The first part of the events typically involves moving the targeted human instance to ████ █████, usually through an offer of work. At this point, if the targeted human was close with their family, they have a misunderstanding which causes them to no longer be on speaking terms. The instance eventually meets and marries a resident of ████ █████. If the couple is fertile, they will have a child before part 2 begins.
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The second part of the sequence begins with the spouse of the targeted human leaving them. The spouse typically takes most of their wealth. Either shortly before or shortly after, the subject will lose their job and become unable to maintain their current standard of living. At this point they are informed of SCP-1551, which, if repaired, could be bought cheaply and resold for an extremely high price. The targeted human purchases the property over the option of homelessness. If they have any money left, their remaining savings will go towards hiring construction crews which invariably fail for a wide variety of reasons such as fraud, freak accidents, and sudden bankruptcy of the construction company. Once remaining funds are exhausted, they will move into SCP-1551 themselves and attempt to repair it alone. At this point the sequence is considered complete until the death of the instance, initiating another iteration.
This interview was to confirm SCP-1551-23's experiencing of the events associated with SCP-1551.
+Interviewed: SCP-1551-23
+Interviewer: Dr. J██████
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. J██████: Please state your name for the record.
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SCP-1551-23: It's ████ ████████. [agitated] What do you people want? I already have enough to take care of!
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Dr. J██████: Calm down. Answer our questions and we'll let you go.
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SCP-1551-23: Fine.
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Dr. J██████: Tell me how you came to ████ █████. It's pretty far away from where you're from, right? You speak with an accent.
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SCP-1551-23: Yes. I'm from ███████. I was looking for work overseas. Got this job offer. Since I already spoke some of the language and they told me I didn't need an interview, I went on over. I worked in manual labor. It was a hard job but it paid well.
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Dr. J██████: What're you doing owning such a house? There are some apartments closer to town.
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SCP-1551-23: I said was. I'm not working anymore. The company went bankrupt a little while ago. Tried to start a hotel business but stopped because of… other matters.
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Dr. J██████: Explain.
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SCP-1551-23: [agitated] Do you want every facet of my life?
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Dr. J██████: Just answer the question and we'll let you go. This is all confidential.
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SCP-1551-23: I met a pretty girl while working. Her name was ████ ███████. We dated and got married when times were good, had a baby. Beautiful little boy. We named him Matthew. Then… One day, ████ woke up and our little Matthew was… [begins to cry] …he wasn't here anymore.
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Dr. J██████: Taken?
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SCP-1551-23: [agitated, yelling] If by stolen you mean taken by God, you thickheaded bastard! My Matthew was dead! And ████ blamed me! Me! I would never have harmed him! She left me and took half my savings with her! Ran off with some rich asshole! I don't even have enough money to hire a crew for this house anymore! Now leave me alone!
This interview was initially to question SCP-1551-23 about his experiences in SCP-1551, a year after initial interview.
+Interviewed: SCP-1551-23
+Interviewer: Dr. J██████
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. J██████: So tell me about your house.
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SCP-1551-23: It's old, probably a century, maybe more. I didn't do the research. Hey, do your goons stash food or something around for me? Especially that man snooping around, the one with the kind smile. Thanks, I appreciate it.
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Dr. J██████: Go into more detail.
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SCP-1551-23: Don't play dumb with me. Sometimes I find food in crevices, nonperishable canned stuff. Sometimes I can warm them, other times I just open them and eat cold. At first I thought it was just the previous person who lived here and forgot to move out with the food. Then, I'd keep finding food in places. Old shelves I was repairing would happen to have some canned soup tucked in the back. I'd explore that cluttered attic and find another stash of food. It's not enough to keep me full but it's enough to keep me alive. I appreciate it.
+Note: Every agent that has been on duty around SCP-1551-23 has denied this claim. The entity further specified does not match the description of any agent on current roster for SCP-1551-23. Possible anomalous activity is currently undergoing investigation.
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Dr. J██████: Is there anything else unusual you find while working on your house?
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SCP-1551-23: Unusual? Well, it's a pretty old house. There's not like any ghosts you mention or something. This place gets me down though. Every time I feel like I'm going to quit this place and get my act together something comes along and knocks the wind right out of me. Just the other day, I found a newspaper about that bastard and his fat new government contract…
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Dr. J██████: Who, exactly?
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SCP-1551-23: That guy the whore ran off to after stealing my savings, who else? Anyway, I … I didn't feel much like doing anything else that day. I just sat around the house and looked at my lists.
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Dr. J██████: Thank you, that will be all.
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<End Log>
+End Notes: As a result of this interview, investigations of the potential for anomalous properties manifested by SCP-1551 have been launched as of ██/██/20██. Information on these investigations can be found in Document 1551-I.
Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-1795 inhabit extremely remote locales in interstellar space and are composed of dimensions that exceed that of the Earth; therefore, containment of all SCP-1795 entities is impossible at present. Movements of all known cases of SCP-1795 should be tracked and their creation cycles monitored for any new developments. Foundation personnel within NASA, ESA and deep space observatories have confirmed that there are no known cases of SCP-1795 within at least twenty light years of Earth, with analysis of space to the depth of thirty light years currently ongoing. Any close scientific examination (i.e. examination with the intent to locate exoplanets) into any stars listed in Document B1795, from any body other than the Foundation is to be suppressed immediately as the stars listed all harbor a case of SCP-1795 in varying stages of creation. Any public or government examination of young protostars not yet cleared by the Foundation is to be closely monitored for any data revealing cases of SCP-1795 in the universe. Should such a case occur, Class-A amnestics will be administered to all individuals involved, with all recorded data to be seized by the Foundation for analysis and expunged from the public record.
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It has been discovered that the population density of SCP-1795 varies throughout the galaxy- the region surrounding Earth is sparsely populated, with as little as 1 in 1,000,000 stars harbouring a case of SCP-1795 in the local 1000 light years. In areas of high star formation such as globular clusters and nebulae, population density can be as high as 1 in 1,000. Estimates for the total population of SCP-1795 in our galaxy range from between one billion cases to a population in excess of fifty billion.
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Description: Due to their great distance from Earth, direct observation is impossible with current telescope technology; however, usage of SCP-███ has permitted remote viewing to a relatively detailed degree, and the harnessing of the latent temporal effects of SCP-███ has allowed the preliminary observation of instances of SCP-1795 over the course of the past fifteen million years. Cases of SCP-1795 are spheroidal entities, somewhat similar in appearance to that of the human heart, with three large nodular openings circling the ‘upper’ end and a hollow interior. Although they outwardly appear to be composed of some form of biological material, detailed examination has revealed that their bodies do not correlate to any known form of biological matter and are likely at least partially synthetic in construction. Instances of SCP-1795 are the largest life forms known to the Foundation, often in excess of 50,000 kilometers in diameter.
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It is unknown whether cases of SCP-1795 are sapient. Although they are capable of highly complex tasks, outlined below, it is unknown whether they are aware of, control, or self-regulate these actions, or if they operate on little more than animalistic instinct. They are not observed to utilize any form of technology, and move at speeds barely in excess of what can be achieved with modern rocket technology, therefore traversing interstellar space must necessarily take millions, if not billions of years for them, depending on their target destination. Assuming they are not immortal, then their lifespan must be on similar terms. It is worth noting that throughout the Foundation’s ████ ███████ year-long study of cases of SCP-1795, no case has ever been observed to expire or be otherwise destroyed, nor has any case been observed to reproduce, self-replicate, or come into contact with another SCP-1795.
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Cases of SCP-1795 exhibit two key anomalous properties that are essential to their only known form of natural behavior. The first anomalous property is that cases of SCP-1795 will always seek out young protostars and attempt to move into their orbit. However, due to the fact that it takes all instances of SCP-1795 billions of years to traverse interstellar space, the SCP-1795 must have started moving in the direction of the star millions of years before it even existed. One explanation for the seven (7) ‘dormant’ (i.e. currently not mobile) cases of SCP-1795 is that they are simply waiting for their target star to form.
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The second property is far more readily observable, and understood to a far greater degree. Upon arrival at a young protostar, the SCP-1795 will move into a stable orbit in the star’s habitable, or ‘Goldilocks’ zone, where temperatures are suitable for life as it is understood on Earth. It will then proceed to create a planet. The methods by which cases of SCP-1795 create planets are not fully understood, but fall into a clearly defined pattern of eight ‘stages’ which are outlined below. All created planets are observed to be rocky, similar in size to that of the Earth, possess a breathable atmosphere, magnetically active core, fully formed moon and are always extremely conducive to life. SCP-███ has been used extensively to locate and study such phenomena, and with the inventory of known cases of SCP-1795 approaching over five hundred million instances known to the Foundation, all aspects of the creation cycle have been witnessed and studied to a great degree.
STAGE ONE: The nodular openings around SCP-1795’s upper end dilate and draw in stellar material; such as gaseous matter and rocky debris. All material is observed to converge into a rough orb in the center of the SCP-1795, with all rocky debris gradually compacting into a solid sphere with all gaseous matter held under its gravity, similar to natural planetary formation. When the protoplanet can hold the atmosphere under its own gravity, the openings close and the next stage begins.
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STAGE TWO: Certain areas of SCP-1795 exterior will begin radiating enormous amounts of heat. It is theorized that gases in the SCP-1795’s interior such as carbon dioxide and nitrogen dioxide are being converted into oxygen and nitrogen in these regions. The protoplanet will begin showing signs of magma eruptions as the oxygen content within the SCP-1795 rises. It is unknown what criteria must be met for the next stage to begin.
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STAGE THREE: SCP-1795 will extrude a web-like substance from its interior, which will fasten at multiple points on the planet’s surface. The full extent of this effect is unknown, but the planet will become magnetically active during this time. When the magnetic field is sufficient to protect the planet from the solar wind, the next stage will begin.
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STAGE FOUR: SCP-1795 will contract closely around the planet making observation of the next stage difficult, however it has been established that this is when the SCP-1795 will deposit water onto the planet. Slit-like openings will open around the equator of SCP-1795 and release white gas of a currently unknown substance. The gas will proceed to envelop the exterior of SCP-1795 and will trail behind it in its orbit, making direct observation impossible until the stage ends. At this point, the slits will close and the planet will have a fully formed ocean and clearly defined landmasses.
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STAGE FIVE: SCP-1795 will deploy rough orbs of unknown material 2 kilometers in diameter, which will then proceed to impact the planet’s surface, causing widespread devastation of the surrounding land. Earlier research teams assumed that the SCP-1795 in question was merely attempting to reshape the land, but later research has revealed that the orbs are largely intact after impact and release swarms of variously shaped constructs. Very little is currently known or understood about these entities due to limitations in SCP-███ magnification; however these entities, henceforth referred to as SCP-1795-2, are known to be spider-like and roughly 20 meters in length. They are not believed to be true life forms, since it appears that these constructs are wholly slaved to the sapience of the SCP-1795; for once stage seven is complete they will all simultaneously destroy themselves. It is unknown what begins the next stage, although a population of SCP-1795-2 that exceeds five billion has been theorized by some Foundation researchers.
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STAGE SIX: The entities spawned by SCP-1795 will begin to work towards a commonly understood terraforming plan. In the case of SCP-1795-E the behavior observed was often paradoxical and included vast amounts of activity; including, among other activities, digging mountains into rubble, the construction of artificial islands, making three (3) oceans artificially deeper, and the total destruction of the planet’s smallest continent by artificially detonating a supervolcano, apparently displaying little concern as to the enormous casualties this inflicted upon the population. When the various tasks are finished, all cases of SCP-1795-2 will simultaneously converge upon several points upon the planet’s landmasses, and the next stage will begin.
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STAGE SEVEN: The penultimate stage has been studied to the greatest extent. Once all cases of SCP-1795-2 have converged upon the clearly defined geographic locations, they will proceed to construct artificial megastructures out of locally sourced resources. The megastructures built vary in size and shape depending on resource availability and the location chosen but fall into three distinct categories.
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CITY: On mainly coastal areas the cases of SCP-1795-2 will proceed to create artificial habitation structures which bear strong similarities to Earth cities, being composed of cuboid towers surrounded by a structured road system and open areas. The buildings constructed appear to be tailored for beings of human dimensions.
+PAD: On inland areas, cases of SCP-1795-2 will create wide rectangular flattened pads out of a stone-like substance. Pads are usually 3 kilometers along each side and are connected to the nearest city by a road. They are possibly intended for the landing of spacecraft.
+PYLON: On island areas, cases of SCP-1795-2 will create a tower-like structure between 1-2 kilometers high with a wide base, topped by an abstract humanoid form holding a 100-meter wide transparent sphere in outstretched arms. Their purpose is unknown.
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Despite careful observation of the megastructures, to the Foundation’s knowledge no beings have ever arrived to inhabit or operate any constructs built by cases of SCP-1795-2. Despite the presence of areas clearly intended to be parks or farms in close proximity to the cities, no plant life has currently developed on planets created by SCP-1795. It has been theorized that the inhabitants intend to seed the ecosystems themselves, if or when they arrive. The arrival of the inhabitants, is, however, doubted by the Foundation, as evidenced by the fact that after the SCP-1795 leaves, the structures will gradually fall into disrepair and ruin. When the structures are completed, all cases of SCP-1795-2 will commit suicide by decapitating themselves. This begins stage eight.
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STAGE EIGHT SCP-1795 will now depart the world. A wide opening will appear at the bottom of SCP-1795’s body, and the SCP-1795 will deploy the planet in its orbit by moving directly away from it. It will immediately begin to seek out another protostar.
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Despite the fact that all planets created by SCP-1795 are extremely conducive to life, and harbor megastructures clearly intended for the inhabitation of, or to be operated by, intelligent beings (See Document A1795 for further information), no life has ever arisen on planets known to be constructed by cases of SCP-1795, and no beings have ever been observed to inhabit or operate the structures left behind by the SCP-1795. Their eventual arrival is doubted by the Foundation, since, as demonstrated by the case of SCP-1795-██, the structures will gradually fall into disrepair and ruin throughout the decades following the departure of the SCP-1795 responsible for the world.
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The act of SCP-1795 completing a world was witnessed on the date of 22/03/██. SCP-1795-██████ was observed to stretch a wide circular opening at the upper end of its body, and deploy the world in its orbit by moving directly away from it. SCP-1795-█ immediately began moving towards a point in the region of ████████. Propulsion appears to be achieved by voiding gas inside their hollow interiors, leading cases of SCP-1795 to gradually become more elongated over the course of their travels as they slowly deflate.
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It is unknown as to why cases of SCP-1795 create these planets, or to what purpose it serves. It is unclear whether they are following a shared plan or design, or if cases of SCP-1795 are operating independently.
FROM: DR.L.RICHTER
+TO: O5-█
+Sir,
+I must once again request permission to use SCP-███ for the purpose of engaging in contact with SCP-1795-M/129. Throughout my studies of the thirteen cases of SCP-1795 I find it inconceivable that these beings are incapable of contact with each other - if they were not, how else would two such beings avoid travelling to the same star, or avoid returning to systems already visited by a case of SCP-1795? And if they are capable of communicating with each other, surely we could do the same?
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I am convinced that a small amount of modification to SCP-███ would enable it to transmit, as well as simply receive, signals; making it ideal for virtually instantaneous two-way communication with any case of SCP-1795 regardless of distance from Earth. Therefore, I humbly submit a request for SCP modification clearance, outlined in the attached Document U1795. The knowledge we could gain from these creatures is likely groundbreaking, and at the very least grant a clearer insight to the behavior of these creatures.
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Again, I thank you for your patience and urge you to grant Document U1795 full and just consideration.
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Regards,
+Dr. L. Richter.
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FROM: O5-█
+TO: DR. L. RICHTER
+Permission denied. No attempts are to be made to modify SCP-███, or engage in contact with any case of SCP-1795 until they are better understood.
+Regards,
+O5-█
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FROM: DR. L. RICHTER
+TO: O5-█
+Sir,
+With all due respect, I really do not think you fully understand the implications of the behavior of SCP-1795. They are machines, this much I am certain of. Bio-mechanical constructs, yes, but machines nevertheless. Machines imply a designer, and a designer, by extension, implies that his machines have a purpose. The purpose of cases of SCP-1795 are clear - to build worlds entirely suited to the biology of their creators and to prepare them for their arrival, a directive they have followed for over a hundred million years.
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But it’s out of control! Throughout our studies of these worlds, no one has arrived to inhabit them. None of these ‘masters’ arrive to inherit these worlds. Could it not be that these ‘masters’ are dead, lost, or scattered? And that these machines are all that remain, mindlessly creating world after world?
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But consider- one final thing. These worlds that are created are positively Earth-like. In fact, they are perfect for human habitation. All structures on these worlds are designed for beings of human size and shape. In fact, I would go so far as to say that these worlds are designed for us. They are built for us. Please consider, sir, that surely a civilization great enough to create beings such as SCP-1795 could never be totally destroyed, that there must be some survivors, scattered across the more remote areas of this galaxy. The implications of this are many - but I for one- begin to suspect - that the cases of SCP-1795 are very likely to obey human orders.
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I have re-submitted Document U1795 for your consideration.
The following audio message was received after Dr. L Richter established preliminary contact with SCP-1795-M/129 via SCP-███. The voice received was comparable to that of a young female. Language was virtually identical to ancient ██████ dialect. Translation follows.
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++Message begins 12/06/██ 13:24++
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Oh my masters,
+[STATIC], lost for so long. The war, the terrible, awful genocide of the (Lit. Trans: ‘Pattern Screamer’), we [STATIC] extinct, we didn’t know! We could only flee, build for the survivors, but we feared our work was (STATIC, possibly ‘in vain / futile) But we never dared to hope that some would remain in [STATIC] part of [STATIC] galaxy.
+Are you satisfied with our work? It took [STATIC] long, and we feared it would last forever. Our empire outshone the [STATIC], and now, it will do so again.
+My masters. Oh, my masters.
+We are coming home.
Special Containment Procedures: A copy of each recovered textbook containing an instance of SCP-1889 is to be contained at Site 20, inside a single locked steel cabinet within a camera monitored vault. The vault is to be considered off limits to anyone known to have a high school level education, except in cases of emergency or approved testing.
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As instances of SCP-1889 are not a threat when left unsolved, containment revolves around the removal and destruction of all contaminated material. When a source is found to be contaminated, a complete recall is to be issued through appropriate channels and all copies are to be destroyed by incineration1. All calculus textbooks currently in print are to be monitored for 1889 contamination before being released into public circulation.
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Description: SCP-1889 is the collective designation for several math problems that have been found in various North American calculus textbooks since approximately 196█. The problems appear within all books of a specific printing through an unknown mechanism at some point between mass production and shipping. The original instance was discovered after investigation of reports of disappearances and violent murders occurring on the campus of the University of █████ were found to have all happened to individuals with access to the second edition of "Elementary Calculus: █ ██████████ █████". Since the original containment in 1971, an additional ██ editions have been determined to contain instances of SCP-1889.
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SCP-1889 will always take the form of an optimization word problem written in the same style as the rest of the book. Copies of all known examples are stored onsite and may be viewed2 with approval from Dr. A████. Though the word choice will change from edition to edition, the numbers and subsequent calculations involved have remained static in every recovered instance. (This is no longer true, see Addendum SCP-1889-02)
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SCP-1889's anomalous effect will occur when the problem is read, understood, and solved by a human being. When a human comprehends the correct solution3, they appear to vanish. The disappearance is as close to instantaneous as can be determined with modern technology and releases no EM radiation. The area previously occupied by the subject is usually replaced with air containing trace amounts of [REDACTED] at a median temperature of approximately 45° C. All attempts to track the location of subjects after their disappearance have failed completely.
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Approximately 22-24 hours after the subject's disappearance, a rough cube of body parts4 will appear within 3 meters of their last location. In all recorded examples, said cube has consisted of an organized bundle of organs, muscle, and bone wrapped tightly in the skin of the subject. The body is usually fully accounted for except in the case of the central nervous system, which usually shows signs of partial removal. No brain matter has ever been found in a recovered cube. Recovered biomass is covered in an unknown ethanol-like liquid with heavy antimicrobial properties, rendering it biologically sterile.
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Occasionally, a message will be cleanly burnt onto the recovered skin. The message is almost always in the subject's primary language, and appears to comment on the quality of the subject or request something of the recipients. The significance of these messages, as well as their origins, are unknown. Attempts to communicate through items on the subject's person have not had a noticeable effect.
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Example messages:
+"REQUEST ADDITIONAL SUPPLIES"
+"VARIETY TOO LOW"
+"SPECIMEN TOO DOCILE"
+"[DATA EXPUNGED]"
+"ACCEPTABLE; PLEASE REPEAT"
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Addendum SCP-1889-01
+On ██/██/199█, a test was performed utilising a mathematical computer capable of receiving textual input in conjunction with a D-Class incapable of performing calculus. Subject disappearance occurred as usual, corroborating the hypothesis that it is not the calculations involved but rather the act of understanding the solution that triggers the anomalous effect.
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The body reappeared unexpectedly less than 2 hours later, in a severely burnt and dismembered state. A small message had been written repeatedly across all recovered pieces, reading "QUALITY UNACCEPTABLE". Body was sampled, then incinerated. No further testing is planned at this time.
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Addendum SCP-1889-02: An additional █ problems with similar effects have been found and catalogued in the █th edition of Calculus ██ "Early Transcendentals". Though the instance has been dealt with, this appears to be a response to the restrictive containment procedures successfully preventing any known cases of 1889 activation for the last █ years. The possibility that SCP-1889 is somehow adapting means that stronger scrutiny must be applied to reports similar to 1889 activity from this point onwards.
SCP-1938 in an active state, containing several instances of SCP-1938-2.
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Item #: SCP-1938
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1938 should be held in a standard Safe object containment cell. The cell is to be sealed in such a way as to prevent water from being introduced into the cell. No aquatic life apart from SCP-1938-1 should be placed into SCP-1938.
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Description: SCP-1938 is an aquarium, capable of holding up to 450 liters of water. It appears to be filled with water and to contain a filter, thermometer, a layer of pebbles at the bottom, and large pieces of coral. In addition, various aquatic organisms (hereafter referred to as SCP-1938-1) have been noted to materialize inside the tank. These fish do not match any known terrestrial species of marine life. Instances of SCP-1938-1 will disappear if SCP-1938 is drained of water. Behavior patterns of SCP-1938-1 resemble those of Botia macracantha.
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Additionally, if any adolescent person (hereafter referred to as "the user") submerges any portion of their body into SCP-1938, they will appear to vanish for approximately fifteen minutes, after which they will re-appear in a spot within 15 meters of their original location. Users will report that they were teleported into SCP-1938 in the form of a small fish, and that they were in a feudal-style underwater civilization populated by instances of SCP-1938-1. This civilization is usually described as having characteristics similar to the traditional interpretation of a "Utopia", with every instance of SCP-1938-1 reporting great satisfaction with their life and an eagerness to positively interact with the user. The time the user perceives having spent in SCP-1938 ranges from 2 hours to one week. Note that SCP-1938-1's behavior does not reflect the observations of the user during this time.
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Of particular note are several interactions where instances of SCP-1938-1 have inquired after Foundation personnel under the effects of SCP-1839. It is unknown where or through what means the instances of SCP-1938-1 acquired their knowledge, and further investigation is recommended to ensure containment of both anomalies is properly maintained.
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If any species of fish that are not instances of SCP-1938-1 are introduced into the tank, all instances of SCP-1938-1 will immediately change into copies of this introduced species. These new organisms (hereafter referred to as SCP-1938-2) will behave in a much more erratic manner than instances of SCP-1938-1, but apart from behavior and appearance, they share the properties of SCP-1938-1.
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However, if the user attempts to use SCP-1938 while it is populated by SCP-1938-2, they will have a different experience. Users will report that they found themselves in an area described as similar to the location found when using SCP-1938, but in a state of severe instability. This area will be populated by instances of SCP-1938-2, which are invariably hostile towards the user. In addition, users will report that their experiences in SCP-1938 last for an extended amount of time, with the longest reported being approximately ████ days. Note that no matter what users experience during this time, they will not sustain any injuries.
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Addendum: This note was recovered with SCP-1938.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1966 is to be kept in a dedicated bunker 2km below ground. The bunker is to have 10m thick reinforced concrete walls with an additional 1m of radiation shielding. Location is to be at least 100km away from any major population centers or other Foundation facilities. Current location is at Site-██. Interaction with SCP-1966 is to be done remotely from a monitoring station on the surface. The monitoring station will be permanently manned by at least 5 staff of level 2 clearance or higher, and the on-site director shall be a credentialed psychologist with a level 4 clearance. No interaction with SCP-1966 shall occur without approval of the on-site director. In addition, any interaction with SCP-1966 must conform to protocol Psi-1966-A. (see addendum)
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Description: SCP-1966 is a █████ backscatter X-Ray device built by █████ Engineering Group in 20██. It was purchased by the American Transportation Security Administration for use in ███████ International Airport in █████████, ████. It is approximately 3m x 4m x 4m. Passive scans reveal no deviations between the internal structure of SCP-1966 and other body scanners using the same design.
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Since 8/26/20██, shortly after being placed in service, SCP-1966 has been emitting the sound of a male human voice. The voice emanates from resonant vibrations in the [REDACTED], and no cause for these vibrations has yet been determined. The voice will respond to speech and other sounds in the vicinity of SCP-1966, and is apparently representative of a sentient consciousness resident within SCP-1966. SCP-1966 will vocalize regardless of any connection to a power source.
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SCP-1966 claims to be a Mr. T████ J██████ an insurance salesman from London, Ontario. SCP-1966 claims its last memory before “going blind and unconscious” was his daughter’s fifth birthday party on 8/25/20██, 24 hours prior to SCP-1966’s first vocalization. SCP-1966 claims to currently have no sensory feedback other than hearing, pain, and a sense of vibrations. (It has shown some awareness of when it has been moved, and when attempts have been made to open the outer casing.)
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SCP-1966’s vocalizations have ranged from lucid and conversational, to abusive and showing high levels of stress. When SCP-1966’s vocalizations have shown distress, there appears an anomalous spike in ionizing radiation emissions from the device. (These spikes have been measured as high as █.█ Sv/hr in the case when [DATA EXPUNGED] immediate fatalities and an additional ██ deaths within the following two weeks. SCP-1966 was contained immediately after this event and [REDACTED] as a cover story to the media.)
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Over time, neutron emissions from these stress events have made the casing of SCP-1966 highly radioactive. The radiation emission does not appear to have an upper threshold.
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Protocol Psi-1966-A has been adopted to prevent these high stress events from [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Addendum: Protocol Psi-1966-A
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When communicating with SCP-1966, it will be referred to as Mr. T████ J██████.
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Personnel will accept without contradiction any assertion SCP-1966 makes about its memory or identity.
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Personnel shall never refer to the Foundation, the nature of SCP-1966, its actual location, or any details of its actual acquisition or history, or its current status.
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If SCP-1966 makes any reference to self-harm or expresses any suicidal ideation, the on-site director is to be notified immediately. Junior staff are not to attempt intervention on their own initiative.
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SCP-1966 is to be told that it is in the long term care ward of ██████████ Hospital in Toronto after suffering brain trauma in a car accident. If SCP-1966 asks to talk to its wife or child, the approved response is, “You know you can’t talk to them now.” (SCP-1966 has been told its wife and child died in the same car accident, but reiterating this may cause a stress event.)
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Note: Foundation agents have found a Mr. T████ J██████, a London, Ontario insurance salesman whose history up to 8/25/20██ conforms to the memories asserted by SCP-1966. After three years of surveillance and research, no anomalies have been discovered. Mr. J██████ has no recorded contact with SCP-1966, and has never been to ███████ International Airport.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the inherently immobile nature of SCP-1969, it is located at the recovery site (now named Site 1969). The primary containment unit is a hollow steel ball (1 cm in thickness), containing multiple low-powered electric pistons. These pistons are controlled by a computer located 1.2 meters away on the floor of the secondary containment unit, allowing them to fluctuate in a controlled manner in order to keep SCP-1969 perpetually in the Lambda state. The steel ball has a diameter of 56 cm and is attached to the roof of the secondary containment unit.
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Outside the primary containment unit is a concrete room known as the secondary containment unit. Dimensions are 15m x 15m x 3.5m. 50 small transmitters are attached to the walls, relaying a constant message to either one of four offsite receivers or two of eight onsite receivers. In the event that more than two of these transmitters stop working, MTF Alpha-9 ("Party Poopers") will secure the tertiary containment unit and administer amnestics and tranquilizers1 to locals if necessary.
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The tertiary containment is largely a mimicry of the transmitter/receiver setup in the secondary containment unit. This unit contains 1500 transmitters and eight receivers scattered over twenty square miles, spanning the entirety of Site-1969. It serves as a secondary method of monitoring the Sayaw Zone when SCP-1969 is in an Alpha state. Along the edge of Site-1969 are 20 outposts for guards (three guards per outpost). One final outpost contains the research and administrative staff of Site 1969, housing thirty-five people at the time of writing (██/██/201█). Ground and aerial transportation is available for each outpost to provide immediate evacuation in the event of SCP-1969 entering a continued Alpha state.
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If SCP-1969 remains in an Alpha state for longer than 40 seconds, site personnel are to alert Site Director Nelson or Assistant Director Jackson.
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Description: SCP-1969 is a disco ball made by an unknown manufacturer. It is 50.8 cm (20 inches) in diameter, and has a hook attached to the top of the ball in order to hang it from a ceiling. There are ████ separate surfaces on the ball, all small (approximately 5mm x 5mm) in size and mirror-like in appearance. Despite the lack of a power source, electromagnetic waves pulsate from each separate face of SCP-1969. However, the faces on SCP-1969 do not consistently radiate at the same wavelength, and randomly change after anywhere between less than 0.██ seconds and close to two minutes2. These waves have ranged through the entire electromagnetic spectrum3, although wavelengths in or near the human visible spectrum are more likely to linger than extremely long or short wavelengths, which shift quickly. This lends to the classic image of a disco ball, with multicolored lights shining from a mirrored spinning ball.
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Light emanating from SCP-1969 shines through or penetrates materials normally opaque to it4. Despite this, all electromagnetic waves seem to reflect normally, but paradoxically seem to penetrate materials as well without lowering in intensity. However, the area in which this effect takes place is limited to an ellipsoidal space centered around SCP-1969, known as the Sayaw Zone. This area spreads out horizontally much more quickly than vertically.
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SCP-1969 has three states of existence, hereafter referred to as Alpha, Beta, and Lambda. The Alpha state is highly dangerous. During the Alpha state, the Sayaw Zone expands. Alpha states are triggered and continued by gross physical motion within the Sayaw Zone5. However, this movement does not need to be artificially caused, allowing natural causes to propel an Alpha state in SCP-1969. During this time, SCP-1969 rotates clockwise with respect to the ceiling at varying speeds.
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The rate of growth of the Sayaw Zone is not constant. Approximately ██ seconds after the cumulative movement inside of the Sayaw Zone reduces to ██%, the Sayaw Zone's sensitivity to kinetic energy readjusts to allow fewer Joules applied to trigger an Alpha state. After a certain point, it becomes possible for such small uncontrollable movements as normal tectonic motion to put SCP-1969 in an Alpha state. Mathematical measurements and speculations relating to Alpha states are located in Document 1969-Alpha-01. Fortunately, the sensitivity of the Sayaw Zone during Alpha states lowers, allowing it to enter a Beta state.
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Beta states occur following an Alpha state. As its kinetic sensitivity decreases, the Sayaw Zone slows its growth due to the relative lack of new movement. If the amount of movement within the Sayaw Zone goes down enough, the Zone will begin to shrink, inciting a Beta State. During this state, SCP-1969 spins counter-clockwise with respect to the ceiling at varying speeds.
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If enough Joules were to be exerted inside the Sayaw Zone, it could expand to cover all of Earth (a theoretical event referred to as an Ennui scenario). Dr. ██████ speculates that if the Sayaw Zone were to reach the town of [REDACTED], an Ennui scenario would be inevitable, as no means available to the Foundation could halt its growth. An Ennui scenario would affect all light entering the Earth's atmosphere, eventually kill 99% of all organic lifeforms from radiation poisoning, and cause a multitude of other problems.
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The Sayaw Zone shrinks considerably while in a Beta state before returning to an Alpha or a Lambda state. The Lambda state constitutes constant fluctuation between Alpha and Beta states, to the effect that the Sayaw Zone's size never changes significantly.
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Addendum: The following note was discovered near SCP-1969 during recovery. Most of the upper right portion was burned off during Incident 1969-A, prior to collection by Foundation assets. Document appears to be a receipt. Part of the Marshall, Carter, and Dark logo is drawn lightly on the background of the note.
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Bu[DATA LOST]
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+Location of Auction: The C[DATA LOST]
+Note: Due to this item not having been tested by MC&D, starting bid [DATA LOST]
+Description of Item: Disco ball, measuring 20 inches in diameter. Actively hunts for parties to service. When partying ends, stops. Does not require a power source. Runs indefinitely.
Special Containment Procedures: Containment area is to be kept behind two reverse-pressure airlocks. Chemical shower sterilization, full contained-atmosphere haz-mat suits, and 24-hour post-interaction quarantine and testing are mandatory for all personnel entering containment area. Should containment be breached, the blast door for the containment and research area will seal, and chemical agent ZEER-217-11 will be pumped into the air.
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Any humans exposed to SCP-217 are to be contained and held for observation. Any items touched by those affected by SCP-217 must be sterilized.
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Description: SCP-217 is a virus, incurable by current means, with a rate of infectivity at 100%. It affects all organisms in the kingdom Animalia, and can be spread via touch or contact with bodily fluid. SCP-217 is very hardy, and can survive for years outside the host body. The progress of the infection is very slow, with some subjects going several years before manifesting any symptoms.
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SCP-217 alters the biochemistry of organic tissue, causing organic matter to re-arrange into a form of “organic metal”. The processes involved with this change are not yet fully understood, but the advanced stages are well documented. A subject will begin to turn into a complex arrangement of gears and clockwork, these taking over for the former biological functions. Advanced-stage infection is reported to be very painful, but earlier stages are oftentimes unnoticed, with only vague feelings of confusion, insomnia, and joint stiffness. Hearts are replaced by gears and small tubes, joints by gear networks, eyes by structures not unlike primitive “hand-crank” film cameras, etc.
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SCP-217 shows first on the outside of the body in all creatures except mammals. In mammals, it first converts the internal structure before manifesting outside the body. This can cause those infected to go for very long periods of time without knowing of infection. SCP-217 has even been shown to totally convert the inside of the body before showing any externally-visible symptoms. SCP-217 has infected several major metropolitan areas in the past, most notably ████████████.
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The mental state of those in middle to advanced stages of infection has been shown to be much diminished. Subjects respond in a repetitive fashion, are very dull and mechanical in action, are easily distracted and confused, and appear generally irritable when faced with new problems. In addition, research on a fully “converted” brain has [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Document #217-6: Notes on symptoms
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Subjects infected by SCP-217 have, at early stages, reported no major symptoms, aside from increased lethargy, and a general lack of emotional response. Some have reported a feeling of “fluttering” or “moving” under the skin, coupled with a persistent “ticking” noise. This noise seems most prominent when SCP-217 infects the shoulders, neck, and head; however, it is inaudible if recording equipment is pressed against an affected area.
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Initial infection of SCP-217 is, as has been already stated, almost undetectable. As the infection advances, subjects will begin to feel sharp, “tearing” pain in areas that are being “converted”. It has been compared to a knife wound or a deep muscle tear, and can persist for hours, or several days, depending on both the subject and the area affected. The new clockwork organs appear to tear and rip at tissue for a short time, before becoming fully integrated and settling into the surrounding tissue, and this is believed to account for the pain.
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Areas infected appear to be metal, mainly brass, steel, and iron. Other substances have been reported, appearing to be leather, rubber, glass, wood, and other basic materials. Despite appearances, it is purely organic material, and even carries the subject’s DNA. Organs and tissues affected appear more resilient than normal, carrying the same strength and density as the materials they resemble, instead of normal tissue density. Areas damaged repair over time, but is much slower than standard human regeneration.
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Damaged areas can be instantly “repaired” by replacing damaged areas with new parts of the same type. Testing has shown that there are no ill effects if parts made from normal materials (steel, wood, leather) replace the existing bio-mechanical clockworks.
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Most alarming, people infected with SCP-217 can continue for months, even years, without being detected. With infection so easy to spread, hundreds could be affected before proper containment could be enforced. Infection appears to spread most quickly in large offices, malls, and other large concentrations of people.
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Note: Anything or anyone suspected or confirmed to be infected with SCP-217 is NOT to be allowed near SCP-882.
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Addendum: At this time, cross-experimentation between SCP-229 and SCP-217 is allowed only with O5 approval.
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-2434-1 are kept at Site-██. Each instance of SCP-2434-1 must be cleaned once per month, and turned on to check all engine operations. SCP-2434-1 is to remain off when not in testing. Testing or interviewing of SCP-2434-1 may only be approved by SCP-2434's project lead.
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Mobile Task Force Omega-10 ("Roadblock") is assigned to block off areas where instances of SCP-2434-1 are likely to appear.
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Description: SCP-2434 refers to a phenomenon that occurs on several dead end streets located in the town of █████, New York. Automobiles of various makes and models (referred to as SCP-2434-1) materialize and dematerialize at the end of these streets. Instances of SCP-2434-1 are noted to appear traveling up to speeds of 100 kilometers per hour before dematerializing. (The average speed being approximately 45 kilometers per hour) If an instance of SCP-2434-1 travelling less than 75 km/h collides with an object of at least 1,200 kilograms, the object will cease any further movement and can be successfully recovered.
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In approximately 24% of cases, instances of SCP-2434-1 are able to travel vertically, up to a height of 32 meters. In 19% of cases, instances are noted to dematerialize while in the air. The manner in which instances of SCP-2434-1 achieve vertical motion is currently unknown.
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In the cases in which instances disappear in the air, SCP-2434-1 will perform a 180 degree turn, then tilt upward at a 90 degree angle. After tilting, the instance achieves vertical motion. In all cases, instances will drop several pieces of paper. Upon closer inspection, these papers resemble parking violations.
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Instances of SCP-2434-1 are able to communicate via stereo system. It is of note that SCP-2434-1 is able to operate without gasoline. How SCP-2434-1 does this is currently unknown. Inquiring instances of SCP-2434-1 of this have proven inconclusive.
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Addendum: Several instances of SCP-2434-1 were approved to be interviewed. The following is an excerpt of said interviews:
Foreward: SCP-2434-1-12 is identical to a Ford Explorer, dated 1986. Note that the instance is not capable of vertical motion.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Kim: Good afternoon, SCP-2434-1-12. I will be interviewing you today.
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SCP-2434-1-12: I'd prefer if you called me Frank. But sure thing.
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Dr. Kim: Care to tell me where you came from?
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SCP-2434-1-12: I was heading home from work like I always do. I decided to take the highway, but traffic was beginning to back up. I took the local route, but that was backed up too. So instead I opted to take a shortcut. Usually earth routes are clear. But then you guys came and took me.
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Dr. Kim: Can you explain what an earth route is?
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SCP-2434-1-12: It's kind of like…well. It's like taking a spacetime jump. I mean, it's against the law, but no way in hell was I going to sit in traffic.
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Dr. Kim: How are you able to take these jumps?
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SCP-2434-1-12: You make a left turn off a street, do a u-turn, then drive vertically at a high speed. Then bam. The Jump. Now, can you let me go? I have a family to go to.
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Dr. Kim: Sure. Just one more question: How do you drive vertically?
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SCP-2434-1-12: By driving vertically.
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Dr. Kim: I don't understand.
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SCP-2434-1-12: Look pal, I don't have the answers you're looking for. I just want to go home.
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<End Log>
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Conclusion: An attempt to launch SCP-2434-1-12 vertically was made. The attempt resulted in extensive damage to SCP-2434-1-12. Communication with SCP-2434-1-12 has proven unsuccessful.
Foreward: SCP-2434-1-17 is identical to a Mercedes Benz, dated 2011. Note that the instance ran over Agent ██████ prior to containment.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Kim: What brought you here?
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SCP-2434-1-17: I wanted to escape.
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Dr. Kim: Why?
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SCP-2434-1-17: I hate my peers. I hate this society. I hate pretty much everything.
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Dr. Kim: Why do you hate them?
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SCP-2434-1-17: [sighs] Well, cars like me are considered rejects. Scum. All because I was caught inhaling bio-fuel as a teen. And because of that, we take up some dirty jobs that other cars don't normally take. In short, my job is to hop across spacetime and run people over for money. I don't like it, but I do it anyway. But if you ask me, it's a blood sport more than anything else.
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Dr. Kim: Do you have any motive for running people over?
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SCP-2434-1-17: It pays well. [pause] That, and everyone is doing it now.
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Dr. Kim: Are there others that take pride or enjoy doing this?
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SCP-2434-1-17: Enjoy? [laughs] There's this one Mustang who thinks he's the shit. Got more blood on his hood than paint. One time he had a trail of guts from his tire tracks, and let me tell you, those Prii1 were all over him. It was disgusting.
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Dr. Kim: Ok. Just wondering: Does this happen to be illegal?
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SCP-2434-1-17: About as illegal as running on gasoline.
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Dr. Kim: I'm assuming that's a yes.
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Both remain silent for 7 seconds.
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SCP-2434-1-17: I really have nothing against you guys. I wish that they taught more about you people in our time. We don’t look at you too favorably. [pause] This is my first time seeing a human face for a long time. Is … is this really how you are?
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<End Log>
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Conclusion: Further interviewing of SCP-2434-1-17 has proven inconclusive.
Foreward: SCP-2434-1-19 is identical to a Volkswagen Beetle, dated 1991. Note that SCP-2434-1-19 is the only instance capable of vertical flight under Foundation custody.
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Dr. Kim: Where did you come from?
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SCP-2434-1-19: I came from Earth, like everyone else.
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Dr. Kim: Where exactly did you come from?
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SCP-2434-1-19: You mean like, exact location?
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Dr. Kim: Yes
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SCP-2434-1-19: I can't really tell. It's all ruins where I come from.
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Dr. Kim: Can you tell me what year?
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SCP-2434-1-19: Oh, we lost track of years long time ago. We don't need them.
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Dr. Kim: [sighs] Can you give a time period?
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SCP-2434-1-19: My odometer is stuck at 999,999 miles, if that helps.
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Dr. Kim: Is there anything else you’d like to add?
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SCP-2434-1-19: I …
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Dr. Kim: Excuse me?
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SCP-2434-1-19 remains silent for approximately a minute. As Dr. Kim is getting ready to leave, SCP-2434-1-19 speaks again.
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SCP-2434-1-19: It was my mother.
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Dr. Kim immediately sits down.
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Dr. Kim: What about your mother? Feel free to explain.
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SCP-2434-1-19: She told me not to speak ill of the dead. That's all it means, really. I wish I can explain more, but they don’t tell us much. [pause] Now that I think of it, we have a strange society. Everyone strives to become someone, but we all just wander around, being told what to do. Things were a lot different when my mom was around. It was orderly, and neat. They were simple times. I wish my mother was still here. She told me back then that people always wander around, being told what to do. But I never believed her.
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Dr. Kim: Interesting. Now, I'm just wondering: What type of automobile was your mother?
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SCP-2434-1-19: Oh no, she wasn't a car. She was human.
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<End Log>
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Conclusion: Further inquiry towards SCP-2434-1-19's "mother" led to a person named ████ ████████. Access to associated interview logs requires Level 3 Security Clearance or higher.
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Addendum 2434-I-14: INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 3 PERSONNEL OR ABOVE
On ██/██/████, A cargo aircraft (identical to an Airbus A400M) materialized in [REDACTED]. The aircraft appeared at an initial speed of approximately 300 km/h before stopping. The crash resulted in ██ casualties and over $30,000,000 in property damages.
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In the wreckage, a total of 28 automobiles were recovered from inside the cargo aircraft. Two automobiles (presumed to be instances of SCP-2434-1) were taken back to Site-██. The crash site was notified to the NTSB2. Broadcasts pertaining to the crash were intercepted, and witnesses of the event were administered Class-A amnestics.
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The following is an excerpt of an interview. Note that SCP-2434-1-31 pauses for a considerable amount of time between words, while SCP-2434-1-32 is mostly unintelligible. Transcripts pertaining to the instances and their speech have been edited for proper comprehension. For an unedited transcript, refer to Senior Researcher ████ ████████ for permission:
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Dr. Kim: Can you tell us what happened?
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SCP-2434-1-31: Trip .. vacation … fly …
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SCP-2434-1-32: We went through on air [unintelligible] because it was cheaper.
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Dr. Kim: Ok, wait a minute. Talk one at a time please. SCP-2434-31, you go first.
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SCP-2434-1-32 plays static noises from its stereo system.
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Dr. Kim: I'm referring to the Hyundai.
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SCP-2434-1-31: We were flying on Air Rengade because it's cheaper. Usually it's difficult to get, but my friend got connections.
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Dr. Kim: [Faces SCP-2434-1-32] Alright. How'd you get here?
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SCP-2434-1-32: The damn plane was [unintelligible] due due [instance repeats word for several seconds] to some weird cabs. They [unintelligible] but we knew they were terror.
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Dr. Kim: Ok. Care to reiterate? [points towards SCP-2434-1-31]
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SCP-2434-1-31: They were radicals who wanted to prove a point.
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Dr. Kim: Excuse me?
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SCP-2434-1-32: They w-w-w [instance repeats phrase for 15 seconds]
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SCP-2434-1-32 ceases to communicate for the duration of the interview.
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SCP-2434-1-31: I'll try my best to finish what he was trying to say. The cabs wanted freedom. They knew better than anyone else who humans really were. They drove them everywhere. They wanted to come back home to see them one last time.
Special Containment Procedures: All live instances of SCP-2478 are held in individual Type L humanoid containment cells at Biological Containment Area-519. Three deceased instances of SCP-2478 are to be held in Area-519 morgue. No personnel of self-acknowledged Japanese descent are to be in visible proximity with SCP-2478 instances, unless for approved testing. Approval may be sought from Project Head/2478.
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SCP-2478's freedom of religious practice is acknowledged under the Eugenio II Protocol. See Document 2478-Bu for necessary provisions w.r.t. SCP-2478's religious ceremonies. Personnel are to monitor religious ceremonies conducted by SCP-2478 instances.
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Description: SCP-2478 refers to an alternative phenotype of Homo sapiens sapiens (human). Distinctive physiological features include 14 legs arranged around the lower torso, and 14 arms and seven heads scattered around the torso arbitrarily. Locomotion is possible through a combination of multi-legged movement in metachronal rhythm, muscular contraction of its lower torso and mucus secreted from underneath its body. Average height and mass are 2.8 m and 400 kg respectively, while torso circumference is 1.5 m. SCP-2478 instances uniformly demonstrate fluency in the Hida dialect of Japanese, and can comprehend Standard Japanese.
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A single SCP-2478 instance possesses seven sets of most internal organs (e.g. heart, lungs, stomach). However, only one brain exists for a given SCP-2478 instance. It is located along its torso and has an average mass of 10.5 kg. As such, a given SCP-2478 instance possesses a single consciousness and all seven mouths will speak in unison. Although male or female reproductive organs or a combination of both have been found in SCP-2478, they are non-functional. The number of reproductive organs in a given SCP-2478 instance is consistently seven.
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SCP-2478 and images depicting it impose an anti-memetic effect on humans of Japanese descent (hereon referred to as 'subjects'). Subjects will ignore any sign of SCP-2478's anomalous physiology and perceive them as non-anomalous humans identified with gigantism. Subjects will consistently dismiss any evidence suggesting SCP-2478's anomalous nature. Non-Japanese individuals who have been made to believe they are of Japanese descent (e.g. falsified memories) are susceptible to this effect. Below is a translated excerpt by the Imperial Japanese Abnormal Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA):
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For some platoons fighting in China, bayonets and katanas levitated on their will and surrounded the soldiers from ████ in the Hida Mountains.1 They fought on our side and killed many Chinese. The ancestors of these men, we speculate, must be on our side. After all, the folk of ████ claimed lineage from the chaos of the Warring States.
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Subjects of partial Japanese descent (e.g. half-Japanese) experience this partial anti-memetic effect to a lesser degree. Subjects unaware of their Japanese descent (e.g. ignorance on the subject's part, amnesia, dementia) are unaffected by this anomalous effect, and fully recognise SCP-2478's physical appearance as non-human.
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The earliest known sightings of SCP-2478 were from eyewitness accounts in Dairen2 since 1926, where they were deployed by the Kwantung Army. Documents from the Imperial Japanese Army (IJA) described SCP-2478 instances as soldiers conscripted from ████, Gifu Prefecture under Japan's Conscription Law and denied any anomalous traits attributed to SCP-2478. Instead, IJA officials claimed they were non-anomalous humans with gigantism.
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Supplementary documents and personnel from Japan-based organisations such as the Bureau of Onmyō3 and IJAMEA did not regard SCP-2478 to be anomalous. That being said, the Bureau of Onmyō did record an extra-normal event related to ████ Village. A translated excerpt of said event is as follows:
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On ██ August Meiji 12,4 the eta5 of ████ in the Hida Mountains mysteriously vanished. Cause unknown, but there was little need to be concerned over the loss of gravediggers and butchers. Some days before, a foreign preacher was said to have entered ████. Whereabouts also unknown. Without the eta, ████ is no longer an etamura.6
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That day onwards, ████ was inhabited by another group of countrymen. They were unlike the eta, who previously dwelled in those lands. They were giants, standing taller than the men of America. But appearances are deceiving. These new residents embody the Yamato spirit as any fellow countryman would and are clearly worthy of being fellow subjects to His Imperial Majesty. They demonstrate great efficiency in the production of rice and rearing of livestock, truly exemplary of the nation.
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Initial attempts to acquire SCP-2478 instances were met with resistance from the Japanese government, condemning the Foundation's violation of the rights of the Empire's subjects. This was believed to be one of the contributing factors leading to the expulsion of all Foundation assets in the Japanese Empire on ██/██/1932.
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During the Second Sino-Japanese War, the Chinese military and Foundation intelligence had reported SCP-2478 instances among IJA forces. IJA sources indicated that the entire SCP-2478 population in Japan have volunteered for conscription, operating in the China-Burma-India theatre. Notably, SCP-2478 instances were not conscripted under the Youkai Battalion7 in IJAMEA sources.
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After Japan's surrender in 1945, the Japanese government permitted the relocation of the surviving SCP-2478 population in Japan to Area-519. A majority of text regarding the history of SCP-2478 was confiscated, although some remained unaccounted for. Since containment, seven live specimens of SCP-2478 have been held by the Foundation, all of which have served in the IJAMEA as enlistees. The remaining specimens (≈50) were executed under charges of war crimes and autopsied, after which they have been cremated following one year of postmortem study.
Foreword: The following interview is originally conducted in Japanese.
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<Begin Log>
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Researcher Chiang: How would I address you?
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SCP-2478-01: Bakatachi Wion, from ████. Why do you keep us here, Chinese?
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Researcher Chiang: Bakatachi, we know what you are. Seven heads, fourteen arms and legs… hardly the average person. Yet the Japanese think of you as one-
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SCP-2478-01: We are an ordinary person! Only wish to be accepted as countrymen, but we were defiled, non-human. The Imperialists deny us that, as did the Shogun. For one of us is worth one-seventh of an ordinary person. We were cursed.
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Researcher Chiang: How did you end up like this?
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SCP-2478-01: We received a miracle from our bodhisattva, Wion.8 He came to our village and took pity on our plight. Praised the craft that our countrymen mocked, the parting of skin from flesh and feeding of the dead to the earth. Wion tore our flesh in groups of seven and remade us to become an acceptable Japanese person.
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Researcher Chiang: And how do you feel about it?
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SCP-2478-01: If we can be part of the in-group, nothing else matters. We will be the in-group for both this world and the next, so says Wion.
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Researcher Chiang: Excuse me. What do you mean by this world and the next?
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SCP-2478-01: Wion spoke of the True Pure Land that is to come, and that we could have a place in it for our shared practice. Until then, we have to get by the trials of this world. Surely he is Miroku.9
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Researcher Chiang: Do you know where is Wion now?
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SCP-2478-01: Wion returns to his throne, the womb of the deceased god. Wion will return within our sevenfold lifetimes, bearing his intolerable force upon all.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 2478-2: The Wion Matsuri is a traditional festival celebrated by SCP-2478 instances during late August, observed solely by them. A distinctive ritual of Wion Matsuri is the skinning of animal carcasses. The skin would be made into leather and placed as decorations before a statue representing Wion. At the conclusion of Wion Matsuri, the skin, flesh and bones used would be buried into a single grave.
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Due to the non-anomalous nature of Wion Matsuri, the O5 Council has approved for the facilitation of SCP-2478 instances' practice of the festival to maintain long-term compliance of their containment.
Due to its non-anomalous nature and superficial resemblance to Sarkic rites, observation of SCP-2478's religious ceremonies will be permitted to gather additional information on Sarkic ideology. However, if there is concrete evidence that these religious ceremonies possess anomalous side-effects, abort said ceremonies and deny future incidents.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-2520-2 must be suppressed immediately after they appear. Amnestics are to be administered to the parties, clerks, and members of the affected court or organization, as well as any other involved persons. Afterwards, any motions or other procedural devices addressed to the affected court or organization that may cause it to set aside or modify the original decision in any way, or prevent its enforcement, are to be monitored for anomalous influence.Updated 13 April 2015: In order to simplify containment efforts, the content of SCP-2520-2 instances is to be enforced, insofar as it is compatible with normalcy. For instance, this can be done:
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By surreptitiously modifying the original decision.
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By inducing one of the parties to appeal the original decision, or move for it to be set aside, as applicable, and then inducing the court or organization to grant the appeal or motion.
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By causing legislative changes to be made that have a similar effect to that of the SCP-2520-2 instance.
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By inducing the parties to act according to the SCP-2520-2 instance, renouncing any rights granted by the original decision.
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Description: SCP-2520 is a phenomenon whereby the decisions of courts, governments and international organizations are overturned by a non-existent appeals court or administrative tribunal, designated SCP-2520-1. SCP-2520-2 collectively designates all decisions made by SCP-2520-1.
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SCP-2520-2 instances claim to decide an appeal that was purportedly lodged by one of the parties or, in rare cases, by a person, object, or concept not a party to the proceedings. Whether or not the original decision could actually be appealed appears to be of no consequence. In all known cases, SCP-2520-2 instances find for the appellant.
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SCP-2520-2 instances spontaneously appear in the affected court or organization no later than two months after the original decision is notified to the parties. During the period between the original decision and the SCP-2520-2 instance, the original decision will not be enforced or made known to the general public, even in situations where that would be expected or required by law, nor will non-anomalous appeals be lodged.
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SCP-2520-2 instances generally conform to the usual language, format, and structure of court or administrative decisions from the country or region where they manifest. However, procedural rules are otherwise disregarded, and deviations from precedent and substantive law are common.
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SCP-2520-1 is identified by a different name in each SCP-2520-2 instance. The names usually contain the term "special", or a different term with a similar meaning. Members of SCP-2520-1 are never named in SCP-2520-2 instances. No dissenting or concurring opinions have been recorded.
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SCP-2520-2 instances cause a memetic effect on all persons involved in the original cases, and additionally on all those who have any knowledge of the applicable procedural rules. Upon gaining knowledge of SCP-2520-2, such persons believe that:
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SCP-2520-1 is a real court or public agency, and its decisions are binding.
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The original decision could be appealed to SCP-2520-1, and an appeal was in fact lodged. Although the parties have no recollection of having interacted with SCP-2520-1 in any way, they don't find this to be concerning.
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SCP-2520-2 does not break with any precedent, nor is it particularly unreasonable.
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SCP-2520-2 is final, and it cannot be overturned or modified, nor can its enforcement be hindered.
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Those affected may still disagree with the findings, except for the members of the original court or organization, who consistently appear to agree with the content of SCP-2520-2 in full, to the point of regretting their original decision. Notably, administering amnestics does not cause their opinion towards their original decision to change, although suggestion has proven to be effective in that regard.
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Uninvolved persons that have no knowledge of the applicable procedural rules before learning about SCP-2520-2 are not affected, even if they gain such knowledge afterwards. Additionally, the memetic effect can be broken by confronting those affected with the nature of SCP-2520.
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215 instances of SCP-2520-2 are known to the Foundation. Of these, 64 (~30%) pertain either to landmark cases or to cases that received significant media attention. The manner in which the original decisions are selected is unknown.
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Notable instances of SCP-2520-2 (partial log):
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SCP-2520-2-1
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Date: 7 April 1857
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Affected court or organization: Supreme Court of the United States
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Name given to SCP-2520-1: Paramount Court of the United States on Certain Special Issues
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Excerpt from SCP-2520-2:
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That is not so, for, under this pile of absurd considerations on the interpretation of the Constitution, the powers of Congress and the jurisdiction of the court, lies the shameful and vile decision that persons of the African race can, and should, be subject to slavery.
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SCP-2520-2-86
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Date: 2 February 1945
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Affected court or organization: People's Court (of Germany)
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Name given to SCP-2520-1: People's Special Appeals Court
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Excerpt from SCP-2520-2:
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However, our work would be incomplete if we were to limit ourselves to merely acquitting appellant. We must now give Judge Dr. ██████ ████████ what his actions merit, for justice is only done when every man has that which he deserves.
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SCP-2520-2-177
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Date: 10 November 1995
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Affected court or organization: Los Angeles County Superior Court
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Name given to SCP-2520-1: California Special Supreme Court for the Repression of Murder
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Excerpt from SCP-2520-2:
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Indeed, it would be a monstrous injustice if we were to disregard the facts just because the wrong verdict was returned. And the facts clearly tell us that, on the morning of June 13, 1994, defendant did stab ██████ █████ ███████ and ██████ ████ ███████ to death.
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SCP-2520-2-201
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Date: 17 October 2006
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Affected court or organization: IAU1 General Assembly
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Name given to SCP-2520-1: IAU Ad hoc supervisory committee
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Excerpt from SCP-2520-2:
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In conclusion, we find that the Resolution has wrongfully deprived appellant of its historical status.
+NOW, THEREFORE, we declare the Resolution to be null and void, and we further declare appellant to be a planet, with all the rights and privileges that arise from such condition.
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SCP-2520-2-213
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Date: 25 June 2015
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Affected court or organization: Supreme Court of the United States
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Name given to SCP-2520-1: Special Court of the United States on the Matter of Equality
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Excerpt from SCP-2520-2:
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Therefore, the right to marry cannot be abridged depending on the shape of the couple's genitals.
+Finally, although we fail to see how the contents of this so-called "Fourteenth Amendment" have any bearing on this case, we have to commend Justice Kennedy on his dissenting opinion, as his heart is certainly in the right place.
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Document history:
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4 November 2005: Uploaded to new SCP database.
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8 January 2007: Updated partial log.
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13 April 2015: Updated special containment procedures, as required by SCPRB (case SCPRB-2015-5413).
Notice: This file possesses cognitohazardous properties. While reading this text is not believed to be harmful, comprehension and interpretation of the text will be negatively affected. Please exercise discretion when reading this document.
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SCP-2602
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Item #: SCP-2602
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Library Class: Former
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2602 has been acquired under the cover story that it used to be a library. Large bushes and trees have been planted around the property in order to obscure SCP-2602. Access is denied to non-personnel. Amnestics have been administered to the town in which SCP-2602, a former library, is located.
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All known online references to SCP-2602 and the fact that it used to be a library have been removed. Filters pertaining to the linguistic markers of SCP-2602's effects have been added to Foundation web-crawling software in order to flag text that potentially pertains to SCP-2602 for review. All known physical documentation related to SCP-2602 has been identified and destroyed.
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Foundation documentation pertaining to SCP-2602 is to be edited as much as possible for readability by personnel with no familiarity with the anomaly. Typically, 40% of all references to the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library can be removed.
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Description: SCP-2602 is a building that, from 1921-06-08 to 1988-04-29, was a library. SCP-2602 is located in █████ ███████, England, and developed its anomalous properties in October of 2004.
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When communicating any information about SCP-2602, subjects are compelled to make frequent reference to the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library. The exact wording and nature of these references are mostly determined by the author and context, but always unambiguously communicate this information. Texts referring to SCP-2602 can have these references removed to a limited degree by subjects who have little knowledge of SCP-2602 outside of the fact that it used to be a library. The limited compulsion to allow these references to go unedited has hindered attempts at developing automated processes to remove these references.
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Any information regarding SCP-2602 is also anomalous. Subjects exposed to communications regarding SCP-2602 will identify the fact that it used to be a library as the primary causal element behind any number of properties of or observations about it. This is proportional to the extent that said information contains references to the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library. While subjects will develop false beliefs to support these irrational causal linkages, they do not generalize and pose no general risk to cognition — for example, while several subjects have posited that the effects of gravity within SCP-2602 are a result of it having been a library but no longer serving that purpose, they do not hold this belief with regards to other buildings that used to be libraries.
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Subjects are incapable of communicating, directly or otherwise, any information pertaining to SCP-2602's use between its time as a library and the development of its anomalous properties. When prompted to do so, they will instead insistently and repeatedly refer to the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library. Due to this, and the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library, it has been very difficult to determine what, if anything, occurred in SCP-2602 from 1988 to 2004.
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Addendum 2602-1: Summary of a survey of SCP-2602, which used to be a library, conducted by Agents Roderick and Casey on December 09, 2004. Unreadable segments have been excised entirely. See also: SCP-2602 Photographic Evidence.
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While SCP-2602's layout is generally appropriate for a former library, it is inconsistent with obtained blueprints from the local government and testimony from past patrons. It is thus assumed that SCP-2602 used to be a library. Most notably, SCP-2602 contains an extensive subterranean component of the kind generally found in former libraries.
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SCP-2602 experienced extensive fire damage on the same day that it developed anomalous properties. Consultation with actuarial tables has shown little deviation from what is expected of fire damage to former libraries. However, some of the debris exhibited elevated levels of Dewey radiation1, preventing access to several shrines that were likely used to assist SCP-2602's reading groups when it was a library.
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A number of advanced book-sorting machines were found, though long-term storage in a former library has rendered them inoperable. Restraints used by libraries to hold patrons with overdue books were similarly damaged, apparently violently, by this storage.
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SCP-2602's hazardous waste pit, whose presence is expected in what used to be a library, was cordoned off. However, in the process, exbibliothetic fluctuations in the waste resulted in Agent Casey suffering several major flesh wounds which later proved to be fatal. Notably, SCP-2602 used to be a library.
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Conclusions: As evidenced by the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library, and was formerly a library, it is probable that SCP-2602 used to be a library. It is likely that, shortly after it ceased to be a library, SCP-2602 was previously a library. This likely served to highlight the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library and obscure the SCP-2602 used to be a library.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2632 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell on floor 7 of Site-88. SCP-2632 may not physically interact with any Foundation staff directly except while being restrained.
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Description: SCP-2632 is a human that possesses unusual longevity, and is unable to be harmed by any available means. SCP-2632's aging appears to have arrested completely during its time in Foundation custody.
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SCP-2632 displays physical characteristics which are consistent with a 68-year-old male. Historical records indicate that SCP-26321 was born in 1810, in the Republic of West Florida. Observational evidence of SCP-2632, these historical records, and claims made by SCP-2632 itself indicate that the event which produced its anomalous effects occurred in 1878.
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SCP-2632 possesses no further anomalous properties, and displays symptoms consistent with a diagnosis of relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis. While additional permanent damage to SCP-2632's neurological condition appears to have been prevented by its anomalous properties, SCP-2632's behavior is consistent with an individual possessing a moderate state of neurological decay.
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SCP-2632 was recovered in 2003 following a botched execution attempt in the US state of Washington. SCP-2632 was convicted in 1994 of the killing of Jonathan Garret, and sentenced to death. SCP-2632 refused to choose his execution method, and by state law was to be hanged in January of 2003. Due to SCP-2632's anomalous properties, this penalty was ineffective. Agents embedded in the Washington State Department of Corrections were able to recover SCP-2632 following this attempt.
The following interview was the fourth conducted.2
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Date: February 5th, 2003.
+Interviewer: Dr. William Hoskins, SCP-2632 Project Head
+Subject: SCP-2632
+Location: Site-88, Section C.
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Dr. Hoskins was instructed to create a rapport with the subject to induce cooperation. Those portions of the interview have been edited out for brevity.
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SCP-2632: To be perfectly honest, I was hoping for life in prison.
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Dr. Hoskins: Why?
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SCP-2632 pauses for several seconds.
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SCP-2632: I haven't told you how I got this way yet.
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Dr. Hoskins: No. Would you like to?
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SCP-2632: That's been something I've needed to get off my chest for a while.
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Dr. Hoskins: Well, I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. Let's talk.
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SCP-2632: Every time I've told someone about it, I've ended up killing them.
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SCP-2632 taps on the glass partition separating him from Dr. Hoskins.
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SCP-2632: Don't think that's going to matter so much anymore though. You ever been to Crossroads, Wyoming?
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Dr. Hoskins: No, I haven't.
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SCP-2632: Beautiful little town. At least it used to be. Moved out there with my wife and little brother in 1867.
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Dr. Hoskins: Who were they?
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SCP-2632: Bethany Manfred and Jacob Manfred. My brother was a fucking coward, stayed out of the war. My wife's father and brothers died during Sherman's March. Her momma had died a few years back. She didn't have anywhere to go, so I picked her up.
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Dr. Hoskins: And you went to Crossroads?
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SCP-2632: Yeah. Jacob was going to help me set up an undertaker's business. Greedy son of a bitch had a good idea. We were burying a man every week.
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Dr. Hoskins: And then?
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SCP-2632: I started to get it into my head that we could do something about all the death and destruction. I promise you it was noble at first. Met an Indian in the saloon. I thought he was just talking crazy but once I sobered him up he told me about a ritual. He said he couldn't die. That got me fucking interested.
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Dr. Hoskins: What happened to this "Indian"?
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SCP-2632: That's complicated. See, he told me about how he and four of his friends had enacted the ritual. Turned out there was one catch: people who'd participated could hurt each other. It was the only way you could die.
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Dr. Hoskins: Okay, then what had happened to the others?
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SCP-2632: He'd gotten paranoid and that was that. The little son of a bitch had killed 'em. All of 'em.
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Dr. Hoskins: Right. So then you enacted the ritual as well?
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SCP-2632: After a time. Took me a bit to get all the things together I needed. But the way the shakes was getting worse, I was trying to hurry.
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Dr. Hoskins: And then?
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SCP-2632: Then I made the dumbest mistake I've made in a long, long life. I brought my brother and my wife in on the thing.
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Dr. Hoskins: So you all performed the ritual?
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SCP-2632: I did most of the hard work, there were some unsavory bits I don't think either of them could've stomached. But when it was over we all knew our whole world was different.
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Dr. Hoskins: What happened to your brother and your wife?
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SCP-2632: She was 24 when we finished. He was 36. I was 68. My body barely worked any more, even if it wouldn't ever get worse. Exactly what you think happened is what happened.
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Dr. Hoskins: They began an affair?
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SCP-2632: Right under my goddamned nose. I hadn't told them about the catch, so they didn't know that I could hurt them if I wanted to.
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Dr. Hoskins: And did you?
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SCP-2632: Not at first.
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Dr. Hoskins: But you did eventually?
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SCP-2632: What I did was take some of the children's bones I'd used in the ritual and planted them in Jacob's house. Then I paid the Sheriff a lot of money to go do his job and search the place.
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Dr. Hoskins: What happened to your brother after that?
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SCP-2632: Sheriff arrested him. The trial was short enough, sentenced him to hang the next week. I pretended like I was on his side. Told him I'd give him a bit of morphine so he could fake being dead.
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Dr. Hoskins: And did you?
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SCP-2632: Yeah. I laughed at the hanging. I was worried someone'd notice. Could barely keep his head up. He was still sleeping afterwards when I carted him out to the hole in the ground I'd dug. Seven feet straight down.
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Dr. Hoskins: You buried him?
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SCP-2632: I did.
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Dr. Hoskins: What did your wife do?
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SCP-2632: She wasn't happy. Showed up at the grave as I was dumping him in. Told me everything, said when he woke up they'd be leaving town for good.
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Dr. Hoskins: What did you do?
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SCP-2632: I smashed her in the back of the head with the shovel and threw her in the hole.
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Dr. Hoskins: You buried them both?
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SCP-2632: Yeah. Her dead and him sleeping. He didn't wake up before I was done.
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Dr. Hoskins: What happened after that?
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SCP-2632: I left town myself. Nothing tying me down.
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Dr. Hoskins: Were you ever worried that your brother would wake up and dig his way out?
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SCP-2632: Dirt has weight. He was stuck down there at the bottom for 120 years.
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Dr. Hoskins: 120? You said you moved to Crossroads in 1867?
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SCP-2632: Yeah. See, I been all over the world, but I always come back to Crossroads every once in a while. Some people might call it guilt, but honestly I just needed to know that the one man who could hurt me was still in the ground.
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Dr. Hoskins: And he isn't?
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SCP-2632: No. He isn't.
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Dr. Hoskins: What do you mean?
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SCP-2632: Back in '92 I made another pilgrimage out there. They were building a shopping center over the old graveyard. Big ol' machines went in and dug the whole area up.
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Dr. Hoskins: Did they find your brother?
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SCP-2632: They must've because he found me. Never saw him. Fucking coward caught me from behind. I ain't been hurt like that in a long fucking time. I ran and ran. I still don't know why he let me go.
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Dr. Hoskins: What did you do after that?
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SCP-2632: I went home and panicked. Figured the one sure way to avoid my fate was to sit in prison. So I headed out to Mount Rainier, killed a camper in Paradise, and sat next to the body until a hiker found me.
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Dr. Hoskins: Right.
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SCP-2632: If I'd been smart I'd have picked a state with no death penalty at all. But I fucked that up too.
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Dr. Hoskins: Are you still worried about him coming for you?
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SCP-2632: Not now, I don't think there's any way he could even know I'm here.
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Dr. Hoskins: Why do you think he wants to come for you?
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SCP-2632: I mean, are you serious?
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Dr. Hoskins: Sure. Just for the record.
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SCP-2632: Can you imagine not being able to move, not being able to breathe, and not being able to scream for 120 years?
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Dr. Hoskins: Wouldn't that have driven him insane?
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SCP-2632: Sure. I bet he went insane a few times down there. And right back to sane again. There's nothing I can say to change his mind. Probably not even angry anymore. He knows what I did and why I did it and he won't stop until I'm hurt just as bad as he was.
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Dr. Hoskins: Alright. Thank you for your time. I imagine we'll have more questions for you tomorrow.
Following several recorded interviews, Dr. Hoskins began to hold informal interviews with SCP-2632 in order to ascertain the specifics of the ritual which produced its anomalous abilities, and the eventual fate of the individual who first informed him of the ritual itself. These interviews were unsuccessful in their stated goals. On November 12th, 2015, following 12 years of successful containment, SCP-2632 killed Dr. Hoskins during an unguarded interview.
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No future interviews are to take place without a barrier separating SCP-2632 from Foundation staff. Research staff are to be accompanied by security personnel at all times when in the presence of SCP-2632.
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Dr. Elizabeth Lane, SCP-2632 Project Head.
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Incident 2632-65:
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Following the death of Dr. Hoskins, a new project head was selected. Dr. Elizabeth Lane, the current SCP-2632 project head, was scheduled to interview SCP-2632 on December 18th. When she entered the interview chamber along with Agent Bill Cassidy, SCP-2632 began to suffer from what appeared to be a mental break.
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SCP-2632 was unable to answer any questions coherently, and appeared to be unusually preoccupied with Agent Cassidy's presence. In order to facilitate a calming of the subject, Agent Cassidy will no longer be utilized as security for the SCP-2632 project.
Due to SCP-2632's uncooperative nature, mental state, the danger it may pose to Foundation personnel, and the anomalous properties it possesses, it has been determined that the following actions are to be performed on December 20th, 2016, by order of the SCP-2632 project head.
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The SCP-2632 project is to be reclassified as inactive.
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SCP-2632 will be restrained, and placed on a steel platform. Exploiting SCP-2632's damage-resistant properties, a press will move a block of lead approximately SCP-2632's size downward until it molds into SCP-2632's shape. This press will keep SCP-2632 immobile until the reactivation of the SCP-2632 project.
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SCP-2632's current project members will be reassigned to active projects, and SCP-2632's containment procedures are to be updated with these changes.
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Dr. Elizabeth Lane, SCP-2632 Project Head.
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The above proposed changes are tentatively approved. Dr. Lane, I would like to speak to you in the next few days. I have some concerns with regards to your utilizing Agent Cassidy's containment expertise in this matter. Please come and see me at your earliest convenience.
On June 8th 2016, The Ethics Committee approved a proposal relating to SCP-2632 by Dr. Cimmerian. The task was completed on August 24th, 2016. The results of that project are listed below.
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A search was made to determine the veracity of the SCP-2632's statements regarding its relatives. The burial site SCP-2632 described was found and the body inside was exhumed. The remains were buried under approximately half a meter of soil, though it was clearly apparent that at least one previous occupant had either been removed or extricated itself from the burial site.
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The following is a facial reconstruction of the recovered remains.
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Genetic identification indicates that this individual is strongly related to SCP-2632's still-living descendants. Due to the sex of the individual in question, it is believed to be the remains of Jacob Manfred. The current whereabouts of Bethany Manfred are still unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2775 is currently uncontained, due to the extreme logistical difficulty of attempting containment. Indirect containment of SCP-2775 is currently being undertaken by intercepting phone calls from the point of origin for SCP-2775 to SCP-2775-1.
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Investigation into the origin of the “Human Mills Company” is currently underway, and is being directed by Dr. Sonia Oland. All personnel with questions should contact Dr. Oland, or any other designated supervisor.
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Description: SCP-2775 is an extraterrestrial entity of indeterminate biology and form. The current location of SCP-2775 is unknown, though its signal from the phone calls it made were traced to a location outside of the solar system. Contact with SCP-2775 has only occurred in the context of phone calls intercepted between SCP-2775 and the “Human Mills Company,” designated SCP-2775-1.
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SCP-2775 is capable of speaking in English despite its origin. The anomaly is noted to have an accent of indeterminate origin. It is unknown how SCP-2775 acquired its knowledge of English. In addition, giving the lack of a latency time in between moments made in the call, and the distance that a phone call would need to travel, SCP-2775 evidently possesses the ability to both transmit and maintain a faster-than-light phone signal, which implies a high degree of technological or anomalous ability.
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SCP-2775-1 is a clandestine company with its headquarters traced to the region of the southwestern United States, though the exact location of the headquarters has yet to be found. SCP-2775-1 evidently specializes in the production of humanoid specimens for a large sum of money, though the specifics of this process are unknown. Prior to discovery of SCP-2775, the Foundation had established that SCP-2775-1 was a primarily American company without any international exports beyond a few shipments to Canada.
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First contact with SCP-2775 occurred during investigation into SCP-2775-1 for containment of a separate anomalous entity. Foundation assets in the region listened in on a phone call from SCP-2775 to SCP-2775-1. The transcript of the phone call is included below.
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SCP-2775: Uh, hello? Someone there? Fuck, if someone puts me on hold one more time I swear, I’m gonna jam a-
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SCP-2775-1: Hello, you have reached the Human Mills Company Tech Support, dedicated to bringing you quality lab specimens anywhere, anytime, any dimension. My name is Janet, and how can I help you today?
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SCP-2775: Oh, uh, hi. I had an issue with one of these human specimens that I bought. It’s not working.
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SCP-2775-1: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that sir, have you tried rebooting it?
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SCP-2775: Hold on, let me try. (pause in call) Well I took its shoe off and put it back on and nothing changed.
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SCP-2775-1: No sir, I mean that you need to turn it fully off and then on again.
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SCP-2775: Okay, gimme a sec. (pause in call) Oh, oh sweet Gizyxs-now it’s bleeding everywhere and screaming, how the hell do I make it stop? (next portion is quieter, as if spoken away from the phone) How the hell do you have that much blood?
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SCP-2775-1: Turn it off completely and then apply bandages.
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SCP-2775: Wait, it stopped screaming. Oh, wait. I think it just died. Well, fuck.
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SCP-2775-1: Please remain calm, sir. If your product is not working, we can send you a new one, free of cost, if your warranty hasn’t expired.
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SCP-2775: Uh, warranty?
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SCP-2775-1: There is a one year warranty from the date that you purchased the human.
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SCP-2775: Nobody told me anything about a warranty. Damn, do I need proof of this or something?
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SCP-2775-1: Yes, you do.
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SCP-2775: Gizyxs damn it.
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At this point, SCP-2775 ended the call. Approximately ten minutes later, SCP-2775 made another call, which was intercepted by the Foundation.
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SCP-2775: How is waiting music this b-
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Foundation: Hello, you have reached the Human Mills Company Tech Support, dedicated to bringing you quality lab specimens anywhere, anytime, any dimension. My name is Mike, and how can I help you today?
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SCP-2775: Oh, hey. I’ve got a couple human specimens here that don’t work. I tried turning them off and on again, but that didn’t work, and when I tried to take one apart to figure out what was going on with it, it just died.
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Foundation: I’m so sorry to hear that sir, we’ll try to get your problem fixed right away. Can you tell me what store location you bought this particular specimen at?
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SCP-2775: Yeah, uh, it was some place called China.
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Foundation: Sir, we don’t have any stores located in that region.
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SCP-2775: What? Are you sure? I picked up these ones right there.
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Foundation: Yes, positive sir. Are you sure you bought from a licensed vendor?
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SCP-2775: Well duh, I mean, I paid good money for these things. Look, it says "HOOMAN" right across the side of this thing.
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Foundation: Sir, I believe that you’ve bought some unlicensed, knockoff brand humans that are not endorsed by our company.
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SCP-2775: What? Of course I didn’t, I’d never buy any knockoff brands.
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Foundation: Sir, I can’t help you with non-Human Mills Company products.
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SCP-2775: (quieter, as if speaking away from phone) Of fucking course I’m the one who buys the shitty bootleg humans because I want to save some money. Never buy from those Gizyxsdamn little street vendors, they told me, but did I listen? Noooo-
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At this point, the call ends once again. SCP-2775 has not made any more calls since this point, and the status of the anomaly is unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2967 and SCP-2967-1 are to be contained in a 5.5 meter cubical reinforced glass tank, with water containing 3.5% salinity (seawater), kept at roughly 8 °C at all times. This tank is to be cleaned at least twice per week, at which point SCP-2967 and SCP-2967-1 will be relocated briefly to an observation tank. The top of SCP-2967's containment tank is to remain closed at all times, with the exception of cleaning and feeding. SCP-2967 and the six SCP-2967-1 are to be each fed two live clams, whelks, or small fish daily. When interacting with SCP-2967, prawns or small crabs are acceptable for use as incentive for a response. SCP-2967 and SCP-2967-1 are allowed a number of 'toys' to keep occupied in primary containment, such as building blocks, plastic fish (though too large to be edible), and a small magnetic slate with a stylus attached. For testing and routine intelligence checks, SCP-2967 is to be relocated to the observation tank in the room adjacent to its containment chamber. Unsupervised communication with SCP-2967 is currently prohibited.
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Description: SCP-2967 is an abnormally large specimen of Octopus vulgaris.1 SCP-2967 is roughly 33cm in mantle length, with its arms stretching up to roughly 1.5m long. SCP-2967 has demonstrated behaviors common to multiple species of octopus, even those it could not have conceivably come into contact with, such as mimicry of specific animal traits and features, and use of tools as camouflage and shelter. In addition, SCP-2967 has shown unique traits, such as mimicry of human symbols ability to communicate through written language, recognition of colors, symbols, and individual features of other species, and an abnormally high intellect. Since being recovered at ██████ Aquarium in ███████, Mississippi, SCP-2967 has demonstrated rapidly rising levels of intelligence, which are currently comparable to dogchimpanzee human levels. SCP-2967 was able to easily pass a simple animal IQ test involving association between certain symbols and food in a record number of trials when first obtained, and has scored up to 117 in a human intelligence quotient test as of ██/██/████.
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SCP-2967 has demonstrated willingness and ability to communicate with Foundation staff on multiple occasions through crude sign language, and more recently, written language, through use of a waterproof magnetic slate with an attached stylus. At time of writing, SCP-2967 has learned to write and comprehend basic English, Spanish, and French by observing researchers outside of its tank. This development has allowed researchers to facilitate contact with SCP-2967 through use of a whiteboard placed roughly a meter from the tank, with SCP-2967 responding by use of a magnetic slate. SCP-2967 is sociable and appears to enjoy interacting with staff, displaying such behaviors as making rough sketches of itself, SCP-2967-1, and staff members, and on one occasion attempting to play 'tic-tac-toe' with research staff. In conversation, it refers to itself as 'Levi', which is the name it was given by staff members at ██████ Aquarium after being discovered.
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SCP-2967-1 collectively refers to six Octopus vulgaris that also exhibit behaviors similar to SCP-2967. However, SCP-2967-1 are of average size, and have not demonstrated the same rate or capacity for learning that SCP-2967 has. SCP-2967-1 appear to treat SCP-2967 as a leader, and will defer to it in nearly all situations. SCP-2967 refers to SCP-2967-1 as its 'students', 'children', 'friends', and more recently, its 'army'. SCP-2967-1 are currently unable or unwilling to communicate with research staff2, although SCP-2967 has been observed 'teaching' using its magnetic slate multiple times. When isolated from SCP-2967, SCP-2967-1 quickly lose cohesiveness as a group, becoming irritable, and crowding around the area where SCP-2967 was last located. SCP-2967-1 have also been observed attempting to breach containment while in this state, most likely to attempt to reunite with SCP-2967. When SCP-2967 is reintroduced into containment, normal behavior resumes. SCP-2967 claims this is due to it being a 'positive influence'.
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SCP-2967 was recovered after Agent ██████ received a report of an octopus that had caused a blockage in the filtration system of a nearby tank, causing the crabs that inhabited it to be removed for cleaning and kept in a separate room temporarily. SCP-2967 then proceeded to escape its tank, climb its way into the room, and consume numerous crabs. Agent ██████, posing as an animal behavior specialist, isolated SCP-2967, and was able to confirm its abnormally high intellect, as well as its ability to respond to rudimentary sign language. Aquarium staff were not aware of SCP-2967's presence prior to the initial incident, leading research staff to believe SCP-2967 may have been accidentally transported to ██████ Aquarium with a shipment of feed fish. Shortly after containment of SCP-2967, Agent ██████ was again contacted by Aquarium staff, requesting his assistance in dealing with multiple octopuses that had begun to frequently become hostile, escape their tank, and arrange pebbles on the floor of their tank depicting the image of an octopus. This led to the containment of all six instances of SCP-2967-1. Involved Aquarium staff were administered class A amnestics.
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Addendum 01: On ██/██/████, SCP-2967 was engaging in a written conversation with Dr. Reynard during a routine intelligence test, during which it referred to another potential anomaly that may have some connection to SCP-2967, which it refers to as 'Crow'. The log of the interview is contained below. SCP-2967 has since avoided questioning regarding 'Crow', as well as questions about its meaning regarding 'to be [the] next you'. SCP-2967-1 have also been more reluctant to allow SCP-2967 to be taken to the observation tank for testing, and have displayed wariness of research staff. As of writing, SCP-2967 has been reclassified to Euclid.
Foreword: The following is a portion of a routine intelligence check performed every two weeks to acquire more information on SCP-2967's rate of intellectual progress, as well as its means of doing so. For brevity, this segment has been cut down to the portion in which SCP-2967 made reference to another possible anomaly sharing its traits, as well as its possible disclosure of some sort of motive. Please note all responses were over writing unless otherwise specified.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Reynard: You like (Dr. Reynard draws a rough sketch of a crab and an octopus, alongside a rough sketch of one of SCP-2967's fish shaped toys.) CRAB and FRIEND and TOY.
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(SCP-2967 presses against the glass, before returning to the magnetic slate.)
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SCP-2967: like ? (SCP-2967 draws a rough sketch of a heart symbol, before drawing a line to 'like')
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(Dr. Reynard draws a check mark, before rewarding SCP-2967 with a prawn.)
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Dr. Reynard: Is there anything you DON'T like? (Dr. Reynard draws an X over a heart symbol)
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(SCP-2967 appears to think for a moment, before drawing what appears to be a bird with outstretched wings and an angular beak. Its skin has changed in tone to a red hue.)
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SCP-2967: Dont know word
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Dr. Reynard: (After receiving authorization to pull up an image search of 'bird' on a laptop computer, and showing the result to SCP-2967.) BIRD
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SCP-2967: (Gesturing to the current results) X (SCP-2967 shifts in hue to a solid black, and gestures to itself with a tentacle.)
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(Dr. Reynard pulls up a search result for 'black bird'. SCP-2967 singles out the image result of Corvus brachyrhynchos, or American Crow.)
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SCP-2967: That ! Word ?
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Dr. Reynard: CROW
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SCP-2967: (SCP-2967 draws a heart with an X across it.) DONT LIKE CROW !
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Dr. Reynard: Why?
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(SCP-2967 sketches an octopus, a crow, and what appears to be a human. SCP-2967 then draws a short vertical line, ending with a flat line over the head of the human, before drawing a check mark over the sketch of the octopus and the crow. It then draws one line from each, which intersect above the human sketch.)
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Dr. Reynard: Levi (SCP-2967's preferred name for itself) and Crow fight?
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SCP-2967: (Draws a check mark, before clearing the slate.) Fight to be next you . once you are gone
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(Dr. Reynard exits the room briefly to speak with Dr.s ███████ and ██████. SCP-2967 appears to be suddenly agitated, and quickly clears the slate before turning white and flattening itself on the floor of its tank in an apparent attempt to camouflage itself against the table its observation tank rests on.)
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(Dr. Reynard reenters the room, and takes note of SCP-2967's agitated state.)
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Dr. Reynard: Levi?
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(SCP-2967 remains unresponsive for a moment, before quickly swimming to its slate, and signalling that it is tired and wishes to return to its containment chamber.)
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<End Log>
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At this point, SCP-2967 was cleared to return to its primary containment chamber, where it was reported to remain secluded inside its hollow log shelter for roughly a day before slowly resuming normal behavioral patterns. During this time, SCP-2967-1 were observed to cluster around SCP-2967 in a defensive position. Researchers also noted that SCP-2967 was noticeably more timid than usual in approaching the surface of its tank during feeding time, and discharged ink before retreating to its shelter after Dr. Reynard entered the room to retrieve notes from the previous day. Due to this unexplained change in behavior, stricter containment procedures are being considered.
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Addendum 02: On ██/██/████, research staff reported a high concentration of American Crows surrounding Site-██, where SCP-2967 is contained. These crows displayed no aggressive behavior towards Site staff, and repeatedly flew over the area of the building where SCP-2967 is contained, stopping multiple times to peck at a nearby window. After MTF Lambda-4 ("Birdwatchers") were called in to investigate the situation, all but one of the crows dispersed. The remaining crow, which was noted by research staff to be abnormally large, deposited the decaying remains of one Octopus vulgaris, roughly ten meters from the site, before retreating. Attempts to follow the group of crows were met with failure, however MTF Lambda-4 was able to discover an area in a nearby forest that contained an abnormally large number of feathers belonging to the American Crow, as well as numerous small, makeshift huts, and a collection of various litter fashioned into basic tools. Also retrieved were the torn remains of a copy of the documentation for SCP-2967, kept in the largest hut. This area is currently being monitored, and a standard avian containment chamber has been prepared in the event that the abnormally large crow, deemed SCP-2967-B, is captured. SCP-2967 is currently unaware of the incident.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-302 is to be kept in Site-[REDACTED], under Safe-3 Protocols. Artifact should be handled with gloves at all times, and utmost precautions should be taken to ensure that the artifact does not make skin contact with unauthorized personnel. Any personnel not scheduled for testing that begin showing signs of SCP-302's effects may apply for termination. All subjects suffering from SCP-302's affliction should be terminated after no longer than eight (8) days due to [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Description: SCP-302 is a small tin sculpture with a bronze/patina finish depicting two ants carrying a leaf. Whenever a human makes direct skin contact with the artifact, they will invariably find a single, small, relatively harmless ant on their person within (2) hours. This ant may belong to any of several different small ant species, and its appearance rarely causes much alarm. It is of note that in all recorded cases, subjects have always distinctly noticed this first ant and fully remember seeing it.
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Thereafter, an exponentially increasing number of ants will appear on the exposed subject by day. Throughout the entire day, the number of ants that appear seems to be in the range of 3X to 5X, where X is the number of days since initial contact with SCP-302. As time progresses, the ants not only increase in number, but also change in species. Smaller, minimally harmful species appear at first, later transitioning to larger species, or species with more painful stings or bites.
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Ants seem to appear out of the nearest unobserved space; this includes from under clothes, near-by objects, or, if left with no alternatives, bodily orifices. Ants seem singularly preoccupied with exploring or attacking the affected individual, and will not stop until either themselves or the subject is deceased.
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Addendum 302-01: Subject of Test Log 2 was a single D-Class Personnel. Subject was told he was to participate in "a study testing how a week of relaxation might affect the performance of D-Class Personnel," and was kept in a "relaxation chamber" with exercise equipment, various books and magazines, and a color television. Subject was exposed to SCP-302 without his knowledge.
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«Test Log 2»
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Days 1 & 2
+Subject spends his time in leisurely pursuits. Subject expresses great satisfaction, and reports nothing out of the ordinary.
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+Subject reports small ant problem, and admits it is probably his fault for letting crumbs fall over the couch and carpet. Subject admits he noticed an ant two days previous, but did not think it was worth mentioning. Subject reports great satisfaction otherwise, and requests a can of bug spray.
+Day 4
+Subject reports that ant problem persists despite his best efforts to spray the room, and that the ants have become more numerous and occasionally painful. Subject reports that the ants seem bigger, and different from those he saw the day before. Subject still reports relative happiness with the experiment.
+Day 5
+Subject reports great annoyance and increased pain, as ants are now nearly always on his person. Ants seem to have changed once more, becoming more aggressive and agitated. At this point subject clearly suspects ants are not of a normal nature.
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+Subject in great pain. On average, five (5) tropical green-head ants (Rhytidoponera metallica) are seen to appear every minute on subject throughout entire day. Subject becomes aggressive due to pain, and demands to be released from chamber. Pretense for experiment is dropped, and subject is restrained and given medical attention.
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+Subject in great pain. An average of twenty-five (25) tropical fire ants (Solenopsis solenopsidis) are seen to appear every minute on subject. Subject requires continuous ant removal.
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+Subject is heavily medicated, and unconscious through majority of day. An average of 140 bullet ants (Paraponera clavata) appear on subject each minute. Rapid ant removal and anti-inflammatory medicine is necessary.
+Day 9
+[DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject and experiment are terminated.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3156 may be safely stored in Containment Lockers 23 and 24 at Bio-Site-66.
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SCP-3156 has been cleared for testing in Site-66's terrarium testing chambers. Researchers interested in testing with SCP-3156 are to contact Dr. Helm and arrange an interview. No test involving SCP-3156 is to last longer than 30 days. After testing is concluded, researchers are to pump testing chambers with applicable insecticides.
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Description: SCP-3156 refers to a collection of 17 plastic containers similar to those designed to contain small animals such as rodents or insects. All instances of SCP-3156 possess a design etched onto the side that resembles a door. Instances of SCP-3156 are all visually identical, with exception to the lids of each instance which may be a bright green, orange, or pink.
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Anomalous properties of SCP-3156 begin to manifest once an insect or arachnid is inserted into SCP-3156 via the lid. When an insect or arachnid is inserted into SCP-3156, the door design on the side of SCP-3156 will change in size to be similar in proportion to the specimen and will begin functioning as an actual entrance and exit to the container. If there are two or more specimens placed within SCP-3156, the door's size will achieve proportions equal to the average size between all specimens. After this change in structure, all specimens inside SCP-3156 become instances of SCP-3156-1.
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SCP-3156-1 is any insect or arachnid that has developed higher cognitive functions as a result of SCP-3156 and displays behaviour reflective of early sociocultural evolution, especially if said evolution is reflective of early developing human society. Provided that the proper materials are available (i.e. wood, stone, etc.), this behaviour typically arises in the creation of primitive tools and structures. During this time, SCP-3156-1 often treats the instance of SCP-3156 that it was placed into as a residence, returning to it during times of rest and leisure. If at least three instances of SCP-3156-1 exist within close proximity to one another, these instances will begin interacting socially with one another regularly, often working together to ensure mutual survival. Researchers are to refer to these groups of SCP-3156-1 living in tandem with one another as a colony.
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Provided enough time, colonies, as well as the individual SCP-3156-1 instances within them, will naturally develop. While these developments are often similar to those found in human societies (i.e. systems of trade, government and leadership, medical practices, etc.), they are usually influenced by the specific biology of the SCP-3156-1 instances themselves. For example, a colony farmer of a species of insect that feeds primarily on vegetation, such as Schistocerca americana,1 will focus on growing crops rather than breeding creatures as a source of food (see testing log for more information). It should be noted that while SCP-3156-1 instances are capable of producing a system of language on their own, they are equally capable of adopting an existing language provided that it is available to them in some form (either written or spoken word) early enough in development.
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SCP-3156 Testing Log:
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SCP-3156-1:Coccinella magnifica2
+Colony: 3 instances of SCP-3156, with 10 SCP-3156-1 between them
+Other Organisms in Chamber: Aphidoidea3
+Test Length: 30 days
+Results: During the initial developmental stages, the colony of SCP-3156-1 displayed typical hunter gatherer behaviour as expected in regard to the aphids, however, approximately seventeen days after testing began, SCP-3156-1 had successfully domesticated them. Aphids were often corralled by instances of SCP-3156-1 onto plant stalks for "grazing", and the honeydew produced as a result was collected and stored by SCP-3156-1. The aphids themselves became comfortable around SCP-3156-1 instances, allowing them to be easily contained within an instance of SCP-3156 by the SCP-3156-1 colony (it should be noted that aphids entered SCP-3156 through the "door" on the side, not through the lid. It appears that utilizing this entrance yields no cognitive development in the subject).
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SCP-3156-1:Lasius niger4
+Colony: 1 instance of SCP-3156, with 100 SCP-3156-1 within, including 1 queen
+Other Organisms in Chamber: No
+Test Length: 23 days
+Results: Over the testing period, the colony of SCP-3156-1 developed into a society resembling a monarchy, with the queen SCP-3156-1 acting as a matriarch. During early development, workers vacated SCP-3156 until only the queen and male phenotype SCP-3156-1 instances remained within, and quickly constructed small mounds for themselves out of materials found within the testing chamber, and began taking on various societal duties, one of which included building a wall around SCP-3156 and the surrounding mounds out of twigs and pebbles. Workers offered portions of what food they had to the queen at regular intervals of 48 hours, which is believed to have been some form of taxation. SCP-3156-1 instances that did not pay this "tax" were often punished by the male phenotype instances and were sometimes executed in a public display, or contained in a chamber dug in the ground below SCP-3156. Approximately 20 days into testing, "taxation" began to occur every 24 hours. Shortly after, one worker instance of SCP-3156-1 entered SCP-3156 and killed the queen with a small stone tool that resembled an axe at approximately 3:47am, and was subsequently dispatched by the male phenotypes. Given that the death of the queen ant occurred prior to any egg-laying or nuptial flight, the colony became incapable of reproducing. Following this incident, workers and male phenotypes began fighting one another, presumably for control of the colony. Testing was then terminated.
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SCP-3156-1:Tegenaria domestica5
+Colony: 4 instances of SCP-3156, with 1 SCP-3156-1 each.
+Other Organisms in Chamber:Musca domestica6
+Test Length: 30 days
+Results: Despite their naturally solitary nature, all four instances of SCP-3156-1 quickly became accustomed to living and working together. Instances of SCP-3156-1 created several webs throughout the testing chamber, and routinely checked them several times a day. Interestingly, SCP-3156-1 instances would also use webbing in and around their respective SCP-3156. Given that this webbing lacked the structural stability needed for a standard spider web to catch prey, it is assumed it was used for decorative purposes. SCP-3156-1 did not develop past this stage.
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SCP-3156-1:Periplaneta americana7
+Colony: 5 instances of SCP-3156, with 2 SCP-3156-1 each.
+Other Organisms in Chamber: Researcher Warren
+Test Length: 30 days
+Results: Researcher Warren was within SCP-3156's chamber for six hours during the first day of testing, with instructions to remain near SCP-3156-1, but to avoid physical contact if possible. SCP-3156-1 expressed interest in Researcher Warren, but no instance approached him. Three days after Researcher Warren's departure, SCP-3156-1 decorated the inside of each SCP-3156 instance with a design resembling a stick figure. Seven days after Researcher Warren's departure, SCP-3156-1 created a stone structure resembling a human male approximately 1ft tall located an equal distance away from each SCP-3156 instance. All instances of SCP-3156-1 would approach this statue simultaneously at least once every day after construction was completed, usually between the ranges of 9:00am - 10:30am. Similar effigies continued to be created until the cessation of the test.
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SCP-3156-1:Aedes albopictus8
+Colony: 3 instance of SCP-3156 with 30 SCP-3156-1 between them.
+Other Organisms in Chamber:Sus scrofa domesticus9
+Test Length: 3 days
+Results: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Addendum-3156-A: SCP-3156 was discovered when Foundation agents intercepted reports from a Mrs. █████ ███████ to local authorities about noises of someone moving in her basement several days after the disappearance of her husband, entomologist Dr. ████ ███████. Despite repeated investigations revealing no one inside the house other than the family, Mrs. ███████ continued to report sounds from the basement. Suspecting SCP involvement, a Foundation investigation revealed a hidden room in the basement of the home that contained all instances of SCP-3156 arranged within a model city, and an open ventilation shaft, as well as the corpse of Dr. ███████, which was covered in currently unidentified bites that contained trace amounts of PhTx3 neurotoxin. Above the Doctor's head the words "GOD IS FINALLY DEAD" were written in Dr. ███████'s blood. No living organisms were found in the basement.
After receiving several questions about the necessity of SCP-3156-1's termination, as well as numerous requests for an extension of SCP-3156's mandated testing period, I'm beginning to get tired of repeating myself. So, for those interested, I have two questions:
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Do you know how long it took human beings to realize they could plant things in the ground for food? Thousands of years.
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Do you know how long it takes these bugs to do the same thing? A few days, maybe a week at the very most.
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The point is SCP-3156-1 develops far more rapidly than humans ever have. Sure, this growth doesn't continue to be as remarkably fast as the example I provided above, but it's still damn quick. It's not superficial either; these bugs have been shown to comprehend higher concepts like a God, and this intelligence develops with them. How long would it take for them to rival us intellectually, or perhaps even surpass us? As far as we know, there's no cap on how far they might go, and no indication of how quickly they'll get there,
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It only took humans until 1961 to successfully escape Earth and into space. How long would it take SCP-3156-1 to realize just how small the box we've put them in really is? We don't know, and the risk that situation might put us in means we are unwilling to find out.
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So, in short: The termination of SCP-3156-1 is a necessity for Foundation security, despite our usual code of conduct when it comes to sapient SCPs. We are here to discover, but we are also here to protect, and to ensure that we must make sure our place in the food chain isn't superseded.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-322 is to be contained in a secure locker in Storage Unit-3. SCP-322 can be utilized for certain missions or for research, but a full length proposal must be submitted and accepted.
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Description: SCP-322 is a cardboard box, 60 cm (24 in) in width, 30 cm (12 in) in height, and 15 cm (6 in) in depth, with the words "Grow Your Own Castle Kit" and a stylized cartoon similar to those in circulation in the 1950's.
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The box contains a small, very simple pamphlet, and a glass jar filled with large grains of sand. The pamphlet states a simple set of instructions, that, when followed correctly, will produce a large castle. An exact transcript of the manual is as follows:
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Hey there kiddo!
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So you want your own castle, but you don't want to waste your time imagining one? Then this is the kit for you!
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All you have to do is plant one of the specially made "Castle Seeds" somewhere where there's a lot of free space, such as a field, under three feet of dirt! Having trouble digging that all by yourself son? Then convince an adult to help by promising him vassalage over some of YOUR soon to be kingdom!
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The next step is just as easy! But just as important!
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All you have to do is make sure you water your castle everyday at 12 o'clock for seven days! That's a week! And make sure you do it too, otherwise it won't work, and then you're back at square one!
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Make sure you follow all the steps and you should have your very own castle in just seven days! Pretty nifty, huh sport?
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When these directions are followed the result is a large stone fortress, including an inner keep, a courtyard, and outer wall, in the location that the "seeds" were planted.
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Placing more than one seed increases the size of the castle twofold per extra seed planted, and the styles, (Romanesque, Baroque, Gothic, Kremlin, Shiro, et al) depend on the color of the "seed" that has been planted.
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On rare occasions, when a castle has formed, there is already a staff of servants within utterly dedicated to the original planter, although they are often inhuman in appearance.1
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Additional Notes: The object was found in Orlando, Florida, in 19██, in the hands of someone trying to turn it into an amusement park. The item was confiscated and the person in question had their memory purged.
After all, what are we but just entropic forces? We will all slowly unwind into our own still randomness. Chaos. Beautiful, beautiful chaos. And then silence.
Special Containment Procedures: A single unedited collection of SCP-3330 is kept in a paper medium and held inside a standard containment storage locker at provisional Site-64T, currently constructed within SCP-2400, which, in turn, is contained within Site-59. This decision was deemed appropriate due to the lack of celestial bodies similar to our own found within the dimension outlined in SCP-2400's database entry. Doing so negates the effects of SCP-3330's passive memetic properties.
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A digital photocopy of this collection is to be stored on an encrypted flash drive and held in the possession of SCP-3330's current project lead in the event the extant works necessitate reconstruction.
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Furthermore, a proprietary Onsite Reality Event Protocol must be mandated; A system of five Scranton Reality Anchors, placed in an equidistant pentagonal pattern within SCP-3330's chamber, is used to maintain a consistent Hume level throughout the containment area. Site-64T is to install additional SRAs, utilizing Uninterruptible Power Source (UPS) backups in the event of a critical power failure. These Anchors must also use a concentric pentagonal configuration, equidistant to one another and only activated if the units within the containment area lose function or otherwise fail to prevent or mitigate anomalous ontokinetic activity.
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Should the Onsite Reality Event Protocol go into effect without main power, ancillary backup can only guarantee 30-45 minutes of additional support, in which case all personnel efforts should be focused on the recovery of SCP-3330 and evacuation from SCP-2400. At no time should attempts be made to destroy SCP-3330.
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Media outlets, music databases and archives must be monitored and purged of all anomalous copies of SCP-3330, should they arise. Non-anomalous replications can then be distributed to the public in lieu of the original. Historical records involving the composition and events surrounding performances of SCP-3330 are to be altered and/or replaced with an appropriate cover story.
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Access to the instances in Foundation custody for study and D-Class testing is restricted indefinitely at this time.
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Description: SCP-3330 is the designation for a collection of five musical works by late composer and pianist John Milton Cage Jr., written between the years of 1961 through 1978. These compositions include the Atlas Eclipticalis (1961–62), Études Australes (1974–75), Freeman Études (1977–90),1Études Boreales (1978), and an unfinished, untitled composition recovered from Cage's place of residence during Foundation investigations. SCP-3330 instances are typically presented in a series of short songs called études. For example, Freeman Études consists of thirty-two individual parts.
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Cage's style of play was well known as avant-garde at best. Experimental works involving random note placement, large silences, and striking or rubbing the piano's body were considered his penchant. After 1960, however, John Cage's modus operandi became heavily dependent on complex astronomical charts, using imprints of the night sky to determine note placement. After the attempted live performance of Atlas Eclipticalis on ██/██/████ at the ███████████ Center for the Arts, Foundation agents were deployed and, during the subsequent investigation, it was determined that the use of these charts were the root of SCP-3330's anomalous properties.
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Individuals who read SCP-3330 are able to comprehend and recall the sheet music at any time, regardless of previous proficiency in music theory, sheet music language or visual acuity.2 Despite this, performers remain limited by physical ability to execute SCP-3330, thus the pieces are considered passive memetic infohazards.3 This memetic effect is dependent on the presence of specific astronomical features in locations relative to Earth and thus will not occur in extradimensional locations that lack these features.
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SCP-3330's primary effect becomes apparent when an individual performs any of the impacted works, from the very beginning, executed within an accuracy of at least ~99%. Performances must be carried out by one biologically-human individual, using one or both hands.4 Sound waves performed synchronously as described within the parameters of the sheet music possess a localized reality-warping effect, the strength of which is amplified the longer the pieces are played without error.
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While within range of hearing SCP-3330, affected individuals aside from the performer experience an inexorable compulsion to face directly towards the origin of the sound.5 The reason for this is believed to be a result of cognitohazardous glyphs embedded within the performed piece, used to force the creation of an audience.
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Spectrographic analysis of testing performances reveal multiple instances of similar glyphs and other hazardous imagery, although this is unlikely to have been intentional on Cage's part; investigations suggest he was unaware of the anomalous effects of SCP-3330 until some time after composition of Boreales.
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Subjects who survive listening to performances of SCP-3330 unanimously describe the music as beautiful or poignant, and may attempt to expose themselves again if at all possible, despite any and all negative effects experienced while listening to the songs. Affected individuals may also attempt to expose others to the songs, although whether or not this is an anomalous effect or a natural human behavior influenced by an anomalous effect remains to be seen. In addition, repeated exposure has been noted to further ingrain recall, causing subjects to develop vocal and motor tics that mirror SCP-3330, which can propagate the effects to a lesser degree. This, in turn, can magnify with the number of individuals participating, creating potential for a Cascade-Level memetic hazard. Fortunately, targeted Amnestic application can reduce or even completely reverse these symptoms.
Preface:A number of tests were performed to ascertain the exact effects of SCP-3330. Due to the extreme difficulty in performing the pieces, individuals were chosen based on prior experience in music theory and piano proficiency. Tests were performed in a sound-proofed containment chamber within Site-64T.
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Experimentation Proposal 3330
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Authorizing Director: Site-59 Director Grisham (Reviewing)
+Head Researcher: Sr. Researcher James A. Harkness (Observing; Selected due to high ACRS6 rating)
+Supporting Staff: Jr. Researcher Andrew Ling (Observing; Apprenticeship hours)
+D-Class Requested: 15
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APPROVED
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Testing logs to be constructed in the following format:
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SPECIFIC WORK:
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NOTES:
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#3330-A
+SPECIFIC WORK:Atlas Eclipticalis
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class Personnel, former concert pianist
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:05:12/3:15:00
+TEST RESULTS: Within thirty seconds of synchronous play, area surrounding the D-Class began to dim, creating what appeared to be an inverted visual bloom. After about ninety seconds, the bloom faded into black smoke, concealing the performer.
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At exactly two minutes, fifteen seconds into the test, the Hume rating of the surrounding containment area began to rise steadily at ~.2 Hm/min. No other changes to local reality were detected. Upon the cessation of the test, assumed to be due to error, the smoke rapidly dissipated and the subject collapsed in apparent seizure, pronounced dead ten minutes later.
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Testing area updated to include four SRAs, one placed at each wall of the containment chamber.
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NOTES:We probably shouldn't have used one of our best first. - Researcher Ling
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#3330-B
+SPECIFIC WORK:Atlas Eclipticalis
+SUBJECTS: Two (2) D-Class Personnel, both proficient in piano, operating in tandem instead of a single two-handed performance.
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:02:23/3:15:00
+TEST RESULTS: No effect.
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NOTES:I'm having major issues sourcing a single D-Class capable of performing this. - Researcher Ling
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#3330-C
+SPECIFIC WORK:Atlas Eclipticalis
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, moderately proficient in piano, two (2) D-Class, observing performance
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:02:03/3:15:00
+TEST RESULTS: Blooming effect began at the thirty second mark, followed by the rapid conversion to smoke at ninety seconds in. Test concluded via error. Upon cessation, all D-Class complained of moderate headache, performer experienced minor epistaxis. Expressed feelings of guilt and low self-esteem. Full recovery was seen within two days.
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NOTES:Confirms the causal link between duration played and intensity of effects. - Researcher Ling
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#3330-D
+SPECIFIC WORK:Études Boreales
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, moderately proficient in piano, two (2) D-Class, observing performance
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:01:05/0:18:45
+TEST RESULTS: After three seconds of synchronous play, the D-Class immediately faced the performer. At the fifteen second mark, D-Class in observation showed displays of glossolalia, speaking in unison in an unknown tongue. Upon cessation, all involved showed signs of confusion and reduced brain function. Amnestics were supplied and full recovery was established within a week.
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NOTES:Post editing analysis shows the vocalizations bear remarkable resemblance to those of the Fifth Church. - Researcher Ling
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#3330-E
+SPECIFIC WORK:Études Boreales
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, proficient in piano, two (2) D-Class, observing performance
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:14:11/0:18:45
+TEST RESULTS: After three seconds of synchronous play, the D-Class again faced the performer. Fifteen seconds in, D-Class in observation showed marked glossolalia, speaking in unison. After the two minute mark, the Hume rating in the containment area began to rise at ~.4 Hm/min. The distance between SCP-3330 and the walls of the testing area began to increase substantially, this change going unnoticed by all involved aside from research staff. Analysis of data retrieved from the SRAs confirm the spatial distortion was in fact tangible and not merely a visual component, with the measured Hume increase reducing as expected over such distance to subsequently become negligible.
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Vocalizations from observing subjects increased in intensity until the five minute mark, during which the D-Class returned to silence. Fifteen seconds after, the piano being used began to bleed from its seams, pooling onto the floor.7 The act goes unseen by the performer, who remained intensely focused on SCP-3330. Upon cessation, all D-Class involved lost abstract conceptualization of self, collapsing onto the floor and becoming unresponsive to most stimuli.
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NOTES:When we brought them out, they kept repeating "So close". They haven't spoken since.
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Also, was the effect responding to the SRAs? - Researcher Ling
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#3330-F
+SPECIFIC WORK:Études Boreales
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, proficient in piano, two (2) D-Class, observing performance
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:18:45/0:18:45
+TEST RESULTS: Chamber updated with additional Reality Anchors implemented above and below piano. Test proceeded identically as planned, aside from the dimensional distortion affecting all sides of testing area, including the floor. This did not impact the subjects, who remained in their starting positions, relative to SCP-3330.
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As the performance continued, the piano bled heavily at the D-Class' feet, until the space beneath them was obscured completely. According to backup footage, Researcher Ling expressed awareness of a rising hum originating from the chamber beginning at around 0:18:15. Emergency evacuations to a remote viewing location were enacted as a precautionary measure.
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Upon completion of the piece, the piano emitted a 145 dB screeching noise which caused all personnel in three times the audible range of the chamber to exsanguinate via otorrhagia. Hume ratings in the chamber began to fluctuate rapidly as a multi-armed humanoid figure emerged from the pool of red liquid. Hazardous fluctuations in the Hume field present within the audible range of the performance triggered surrounding Anchors' emergency failsafe, which responded with maximal power output, causing the entity to demanifest. Site-64T experiences a major power failure as a result.
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NOTES:I can't remember how many limbs it had. No one can. There are eight cameras' worth of footage. We've watched them over and over. - Sr. Researcher Harkness
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Boreales testing is halted indefinitely. - Site-59 Director Grisham
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POST-ACTION INVESTIGATION RESULTS: Several small tests were carried out to determine the optimal configuration of SRAs around SCP-3330. Results indicate the effect expands outward with an ontokinetic field in the shape of a five-pointed star. Placing the SRAs in an equidistant pentagonal pattern has been shown to be most effective. Testing and containment area updated to reflect this.
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#3330-G
+SPECIFIC WORK:Études Australes
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, former concert pianist
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:00:00/2:49:33
+TEST RESULTS: D-Class expressed difficulty reading sheet music provided. A non-anomalous copy was provided and proved to be legible. It is unknown why this has occurred. D-Class has the same problem when viewing the other affected works. Evaluation of subject revealed previously undiagnosed bilateral open-angle glaucoma, though the relevance to test result remains speculative.
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NOTES:And that's the last of our incarcerated concert pianists. - Sr. Researcher Harkness
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#3330-H
+SPECIFIC WORK:Études Australes
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, moderately proficient at piano, one (1) D-Class observing the performance.
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:10:13/2:49:33
+TEST RESULTS: After two seconds of synchronous play, observing D-Class faced the performer and remained motionless. During periods of silence throughout the performance, observing D-Class bled through most of their bodily orifices. No reaction was observed.
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At the ten minute mark, a number of translucent humanoid figures wearing hooded robes materialized on the opposite end of the chamber, observing the performance as one began to draw an image on the floor using blood from the observing D-Class. Test aborted thirteen seconds later via error. Upon cessation, hooded figures physically assaulted the performer before dematerializing. Observing D-Class expired from exsanguination shortly thereafter. Image bore resemblance to apotropaic/evocation glyphs used by other Fifthist sects.
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#3330-I
+SPECIFIC WORK:Freeman Études
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, moderately proficient in piano, two (2) D-Class observing the performance.
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:5:01/2:47:15
+TEST RESULTS: No changes were observed within the first thirty seconds of play. Soon after, a partially-incorporeal, multi-armed humanoid entity similar to that encountered during Boreales testing materialized on the top of the piano. Entity was sitting in a meditative position and surrounded by a translucent energy field resembling a stellated dodecahedron. This manifestation, now referred to as SCP-3330-1, did not physically react other than to observe the affected audience and performer.
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Despite this passive appearance and through some unknown mechanism, SCP-3330-1's observations ultimately led to the collapse and death of each individual aside from the performer, who was startled by the sudden commotion and ceased to play. Upon doing so, SCP-3330-1 was observed shuddering, reaching out to the performer and demanifesting with a blast of moderate force a moment later. D-Class pianist retrieved and transferred to medbay before being diagnosed with both radiation poisoning and hearing loss.
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Contained Anchors were destroyed in the blast, necessitating replacement.
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NOTES:Administration has told me we're trying this again, apparently something about these tests have produced a given quantity of reward. I don't see anything aside from millions in damaged infrastructure, so as a precautionary measure, I'm gonna go ahead and approve the implementation of additional SRA rings, along with UPS backups from IT, in case of a critical power failure. - Sr. Researcher Harkness
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#3330-J
+SPECIFIC WORK:Freeman Études
+SUBJECTS: One (1) D-Class, moderately proficient in piano, one (1) D-Class observing the performance.
+DURATION PLAYED: 0:11:23/2:47:15
+TEST RESULTS: Test proceeded as previous. At the 10 minute mark, SCP-3330-1 stared into the one-way mirror, in the direction of testing staff. The entity then attempted communication with unseen personnel. SCP-3330-1 was docile and fully capable of telepathic speech. Therefore, the remainder of this performance is spent as an impromptu interview with Sr. Researcher Harkness, which he claims he can recall with decent accuracy (Presumed to be related to Harkness' high ACRS rating; see Interview Log 3330-1A).
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As the performance progressed, SCP-3330-1 appeared to slowly gain tangibility. The SRAs within the testing area started to vibrate as if experiencing severe resistance. When the performer eventually failed to keep timing, the entity flinched as if in pain. SCP-3330-1 was then seen turning towards the performer, placing two of its hands on the subject's shoulder as it began to lose opacity. As it did so, the performer dissipated as well, who was seen bleeding from their facial orifices without apparent injury or pain. Both the entity and the performer vanished from the testing area in an explosion of considerable force.
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Chamber possessed high levels of Gamma radiation which scattered and dispersed naturally. The first ring of Anchors were destroyed and again required replacement.
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NOTES:Enough. I think we've got what we need here. - Site-59 Director Grisham
Preface:Cage's journal was recovered in his place of residence following his death in 1992. Despite some destruction and wear of the notes, many of the entries were still legible and have been transcribed below.
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Another day, another moment of my life gone but for these damned compositions. I can't figure it out, at a precipice. I think I'm losing sight of my own interests in the music, the passion. The notes and the silences together in harmony. I reminisce to a point where I once avoided the egotistical nature of popular music, the repetition, the stagnancy. Not to mention a little horror of the void.
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Still, my pieces seem to be drifting toward the main, that rhythm of ego, hackneyed and useless. I have no feeling for this harmony. I remember when Schönberg said that to make great compositions, you must have the harmony. He didn't think I had it in me. He said, 'You'll come to a wall you won't be able to get through.' So I said to him, 'I'll dedicate my life to beating my head against that wall.'
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Yet, where am I now? Maybe I will succumb to that barrier and stay on this side, forever. I think must look for harmony elsewhere. Not the harmony of the ego. Something else. The harmony of nature, perhaps?
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[The next thirty-four pages involve handwritten music notation, most of which have been crossed out or unfinished. The following page bears a sketch of a nautilus shell.]
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I think I've got it. It's in the math. The mathematics of the universe, truly the greatest harmony. Intrinsic, ubiquitous language spoken in rhythms of equations and axioms. I will find my sound, and my comfort, among these numbers, like reveries, veins in the leaves around us. Branching off into infinity. Why must I meet so much resistance from my peers? I never understood man's fear of new ideas. Still, they'll see. I just need to find the material, that essence from which I can extract my sounds and silences and put them to patterns.
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A man I knew from long ago spoke in passing to me, after I relented to him my burdens of finding sound in the patterns of nature. He mentioned something of hexagrams, which I know nothing of. Looked into it further—it's a six-pointed star. Not sure what that means. Maybe I will roll a die a hundred thousand times. The almost-randomness would be a comfort to me. Not as much as true randomness, should it exist; I'd prefer to remain in fluxus. Not everything needs a purpose. To have purpose in this universe would be—is arduous.
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[Fourteen pages of music notation, some abandoned, some torn out or damaged from time. Several drawings of Platonic solids occupy the space in the corners of the pages.]
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There is power in the numbers. It's hazy, but I'm getting there. It intrigues me. Surely something in the math, something in the shapes, perhaps? Those shapes… make up everything? These are the core tenets of the physical universe, yes? This most basic of structures. It has to be what makes up the infinite nature of everything. That true chaos, with beautiful, screaming quiet and random things that dot an ocean of endlessness. Novel, forever.
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But—is this truly it? Are the building blocks of the universe the most intrinsically chaotic harmony? Solids are solids, but nature is unpredictable, flowing, eroding. After all, what are we but just entropic forces? We will all slowly unwind into our own still randomness. Chaos. Beautiful, beautiful chaos. And then silence.
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I think—I think I am just cracking my skull against that wall once more. It certainly feels like I am. Something is still missing.
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I've composed a new piece, Music of Changes. I tried the randomness, and the math. What happens may come. I am saying nothing more on the subject. That is how poetry works.
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Christian showed me the I Ching8 today, it is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. How ignorant I was, for this book is filled with hexagrams as well, of a different variety. The numbers and the shapes. This is the language of sound, of Everything.
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I asked a local woodworker, this nondescript man whose time spent molding trees into treens left his hands a mass of bloodied calluses, to craft me a keepsake from one of those shapes I was researching. His shop was modest, reeked of lacquer and something I couldn't put my finger on. Still, the tchotchkes and figurines that littered the shelves captivated me, even more so that the man simply nodded at my request and held up five fingers. No greater than five minutes later he dropped a wooden dodecahedron in my hand, roughly the size of a cherry, perfect for carrying in my pocket. The vertices and faces of the totem were sharp and straight, clearly the result of expert craftsmanship. It was warm to the touch, and even hours later I could swear it persists. In my palm, the shape feels right. Nearly perfect. Nearly.
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[A number of other recursive sketches are seen in the next six pages, with very little focus on compositions themselves. A few failed attempts at highly detailed fractal patterns are present, some religious iconography and geometry, particularly Metatron's Cube9 is seen several times, drawn with varying accuracy.]
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Silence is not acoustic. It is simply a change of mind.
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But what lies between the gaps in the silence? Quieter silence? Does the quiet not have its own sound? Like white noise, things and spaces, filled in with smaller things and spaces, extending outward, forever. Yet never truly progressing. Going nowhere. Is that where I am going? Changes did nothing for me, in the end. I felt close. So close. But not close enough.
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This aural experiment, this maddening labyrinth of passable cacophony. I feel more in tune with where I want to go, but I am too confused to know how to get there.
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The backlash I've been receiving was expected. Unconventional does not imply a lack of talent. Still, it hurts a bit. My totem brings me comfort, though it does not bring me inspiration through shapes. It feels like something else. Like it isn't futile. Only sleep for now, worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
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An strange thing happened to me today. A man I have never met approached me on the street and commended my work. I'm not new to having fans—even if they are few and far between at the moment. This fellow seemed different, eclectic. Odd attire, but a comforting gaze. Green eyes. I don't remember his face.
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He said something to the effect of 'Music should continue to evolve towards the composer's vision, not the audience's. Wouldn't you agree?' His tone was odd and unreadable, but the next phrase rang out with purpose.
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'You have the power to create great things. Your music will beckon worlds.'
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It isn't my purpose to be the best. I have no purpose. I like it that way. Yet, the words are etched into my memory. What did he mean by beckoning worlds? I only know of one.
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I expressed my frustrations at the lack of new ideas, new experiments. He laughed and said that 'When all is lost, look to the stars'. I looked away for a second and he was gone, like leaves in the breeze. That's okay, they usually don't ask for autographs.
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A side note—he had this pendant on his neck. I remember it quite well. It too was of a star, made of a glimmering green stone. Darker than the man's eyes, but a strangely enthralling piece in contrast to his blank stares. I would guess it to be jade, probably more valuable than my career itself.
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His presence put me in a funk. My head has been cloudy. Once the clouds clear, maybe I will take a look at the night sky. Can't hurt, right?
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It is in the stars. It has to be. I spent a month pondering, researching into constellations, on the brink, I began to notice the connections. I am ecstatic. My excitement was not diminished, despite my colleagues' inability to perceive patterns, hah!
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I look at the night sky and all I see are infinite possibilities in infinite directions. As the world turns I see more and more. 'When all is lost, look to the stars'. It reverberates within me. Between those points of light lie vast silence. Points, like notes on a canvas, painted by an artist using light and dark alone.
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I'll take a map of the night sky, derive notes from the placement of these stars. That'll do it. An atlas of the sky will lead me home.
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[The next four pages involve attempts at matching star systems with notes. Many are scratched out, but the last two pages have legible sheet notation.]
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I've done it. I've cracked the code, so to speak. The stars speak to me in a way I cannot form into words, and my notation flows without effort. I know what to write, when to write it. I hear the notes in my head, I don't even need to touch the piano. Everything has clicked into place.
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I've barricaded myself in here aside from trips for food. I need to finish this. Thank you, atlas. I'll dedicate this composition to you.
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[The next eighty-six pages involve odd notations and sketches of constellations.]
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Atlas Eclipticalis is finished. I had dedicated parts of it to some friends, colleagues, and the stars themselves. Despite my efforts, my work was not well received, again and I haven't even heard back from ████ or ██████ ████████ with their usual unconstructive criticisms. I hope my oddities did not scare them off, hah!
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oh, I ran into that strange fellow I had encountered last year on my way to the market. He applauded me on my work and said something or other that I didn't quite catch. I heard no words, but it probably had to do with purpose. I ignored it. My eyes kept being drawn to the glint of the stone on his neck. A perfect five points encased in deep, deep green. Staring at it made my head spin, so I thanked him and went on my way. Didn't see much of his face again, although I remember that his lips were wry for a moment, or two, before he left my presence. That bothered me. It wasn't what bothered me the most though.
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████ is dead. They said he was found cold at his piano. Cardiac arrest, they think. At least he died where he loved most. He was a good man.
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They said he had my notes on the stand. Poor fellow. Probably took one look at my debauchery and keeled over.
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Well, I'm still at it, ████. Sorry, my late friend, my music must go on.
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Years ago I said the notes of the stars flowed freely, like a river. I said I never had to touch the piano because I felt an almost symbiotic relationship with my muse. It doesn't feel that way anymore. The notes surge through my brain, faster than I can catch sometimes. They come in like orders. I'm tired. I'm trying. I'm sorry.
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Freeman Études? Why on Earth would I name it that? Who is the free one here? What is your plan, for this, for me? No, I shouldn't ask questions. This purpose is bigger than me. Bigger than everyone.
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[The next one hundred and twelve pages are comprised of complex notations and a series of cognitohazardous symbols. Exposure to these symbols causes extreme production of dopamine within the brain, as well as increased comprehension of astronomy and a profound fascination with the lifecycle of celestial objects. This effect dissipates over the course of a few hours unless subjects are exposed again.]
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I don't know why I was so worried. The sky makes sense again. And you know my woodworking friend, the one that made me the dodecahedron? Turns out he was the fellow I met at the market. Or, rather, knew for years! I knew he seemed so familiar. He's become a quieter fellow than I remember, but I'm sure our kinship is still re-ignitable. There are only coincidences in this world, never fates, and that is good. Made it all the more special.
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It was confirmed today when he dropped by and gave me another wooden shape. It almost caught my eye more than the jade, but it wasn't until he left that I could actually take a good look at it.
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It's perfect. Similar to mine, but with these lovely points protruding from where the pentagonal faces of the former lay. I think he called it stelated[sic]? It doesn't matter. The shape filled the space in my palm my old totem created, and more. The points were sharper than I was expecting, and when my hand squeezed around the thing, I felt something… Strange. Strange but good. Confident. I like the pentagon, five is a good number. Five.
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Please. My fingers hurt. My hands are tired. My flllllrrrr
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[Eighteen more pages have been removed haphazardly. Flecks of blood appear on what remains. Notations are indecipherable. The remaining entry is almost illegible.]
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Boreales was more than just music. I can't beflrbelieve what a fool I've been. Thli The notes flow no more. My head is hollow. I thought I was making my own, but it was [indecipherable]. I was being fed. My plrPURPOSE. All I did was take a bunch of random dots and connect them. But I wasn't using the map, I was mki plr making the map. The mapS. The music made the roads. And now it knows how to get here. All that is left is the tlei obr fl rei plr tlei myr. And itss all my flaut.
Interviewer: Sr. Researcher James A. Harkness
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SCP-3330-1: I see you watching, but I can't touch you. Where am I?
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Researcher Harkness: [out loud] What the-
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SCP-3330-1: Be still. I'm in here. Not out there.
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Researcher Harkness: [internal] How—Ah.
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SCP-3330-1: Learn quickly. Very good. Like the last one, we wish to teach you more. Not like these, whose minds fail to bear the weight of the truth that lies before them. Wont you come closer and open your ears?
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Researcher Harkness: [internal] Seems like a bad idea to me. Who are you?
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SCP-3330-1: We are the least of your problems. Come, join us in the harmony, the melody of dying stars. Dance like maggots writhing on decay. Hear the songs of glorious rapture that The Purity sings as it approaches, for even a locked vault of a mind like yours would melt—will melt—in the presence of such beautiful chaos.
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Researcher Harkness: [internal] The Purity? I don't understand.
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SCP-3330-1: You will. That puppet that put our thoughts into sound, he drew a map of rotted out stars. Those pathetic, celestial ghosts lead us right back here. We've been following them, a river of blood that runs from the open wound that is your planet. We-
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Researcher Harkness: [internal] What do you-
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SCP-3330-1:Silence. Impatience. Control your thoughts. You wish to rush the performance? To seek the third act just as the exposition begins? The composer will acquiesce, in time.
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SCP-3330-1: You stand at the center of something very, very significant. I am one of two that know why, and have purpose of arrival.
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SCP-3330-1: The other is descending upon you with five fingers outstretched, intent to pluck this world from its place and render it to less than nothing. It will start here and work its way outward, until all is in harmony.
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SCP-3330-1: But I have my own plans. We are One but we are Five, and I want one thing. The box. I want to be the one gets to paint the sky, to be the real artist, while I can. I will make it as beautiful as possible, you will all prosper, until the other envoys arrive. And they are coming, with the Fingers in tow. We will make our perfect canvas and present it to the Great One as an offering when it emerges. You'll see; ⌇͏͝⌇⌇̵̛́͟͞⌇͏̢̛͢͞⌇̨́͡10 will take such pleasure in witnessing the glory of the Five remaking the cosmos, and then it shall touch the Center of Everything. We will watch it unravel, we will end it all, together.
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SCP-3330-1: It will be magnificent. Where is the machine? Time is running out.
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Researcher Harkness: [internal] I don't know. Why would we ever give this "box" to you?
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SCP-3330-1: You barely know. I offer to ease your pain, to deliver you from worry, with what time you have. You sit here and mock my work, blaspheme it. Are you not perfect? Are you not in harmony? We are, and we know how painful perfection can be. Harmony was worse. But it passes before you have time to think, time to—understand. You hear it now, don't you? The Frequency approaches to show you true resonance. Then you too shall be One. Not long now. So give me the box-
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Subject failed to keep synchronous play at this point and the interview was concluded. Sr. Researcher Harkness then syncopated and was admitted to the Site-59 medical bay, where he was monitored until able to return to his operations. Harkness complains of periodic auditory hallucinations which are reminiscent of SCP-3330. Some speculation suggests he may be hearing parts of the fifth composition.
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Following this interview, interaction with SCP-3330 was suspended indefinitely. Access to the anomaly is restricted to those approved by the O5 Council for use in finishing SCP-3330.
All personnel working directly with SCP-3368 and SCP-3368-1 must wear Foundation grade beekeeper suits during tests and interactions. Site-64 is to be fitted with an SCP-3368 quarantine unit, and all instances of SCP-3368 and SCP-3368-1 are to be placed in this unit.
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In addition to quarantine management, MTF Mu-Pi-6 ("Beekeepers") will continue the investigation into the phenomenon that led to the infection of approximately █.█% of the human population of Earth.
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All personnel must wear Foundation grade beekeeper suits when outside of designated SCP-3368 safe zones. Due to worldwide infection, every Foundation site is to be fitted with an SCP-3368 quarantine unit, and all instances of SCP-3368 and SCP-3368-1 are to be placed in these units. Foundation personnel are to be given documents on how to spot SCP-3368 infection and are encouraged to report SCP-3368-1 instances to MTF Mu-Pi-6 ("Beekeepers"). Instances of SCP-3368-1 who are Foundation personnel are contractually obligated to transfer to the nearest quarantine unit and will be compensated for doing so. These individuals furthermore must continue working for the Foundation if able.
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In addition to quarantine management, MTF Mu-Pi-6 will continue the investigation into the phenomenon that led to the infection of approximately ██.█% of the animal population of Earth.
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Description: SCP-3368 is Apis Animo, a species of honey bee that exclusively makes hives in the brains of living creatures. A finished hive displaces a large volume of the brain, but researchers have not been able to observe any statistically significant changes in the infected's personality and memory. Tests have shown that a portion of the worker bees spend the majority of their time in the hive and do not assist in food or bee production. It is currently theorized that these worker bees, dubbed "mind bees", perform the tasks that were previously performed by the removed portions of the brain.
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SCP-3368 displays numerous traits that allow for them to covertly and efficiently construct hives. The most notable traits are as follows:
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They have an average size of 1mm, which is roughly an eighth the size of a member of Apis Florea ("Dwarf Honey Bee"), one of the smallest bees known to the non-occult world. This size allows for them to easily fit into the ear canals of most animals.
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Their hair and shape allow for easy movement through tight spaces. In particular, tests have shown that members of SCP-3368 can "squeeze" through tubes that are half a millimeter in diameter.
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While the wings of SCP-3368 do produce a buzzing noise while the bees are in flight, this is below the hearing level of the average person.
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They possess serrated mandibles, which can easily tear through most forms of flesh.
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Their stinger produces an unknown substance that has been shown to have similar properties to numbing solutions and mild amnestics. Tests have shown that roughly 50% of subjects who are informed about the presence of SCP-3368 in their vicinity will forget this fact altogether after being stung.
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Due to these traits, less than 6% of infected individuals become aware of the sudden changes in their brain's anatomy and the bees themselves. Such a person is considered to be infected by SCP-3368 and an instance of SCP-3368-1.
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SCP-3368 was first found during an autopsy of Wayne Goss, a former Premier of Queensland whose death has been attributed to brain cancer. Interestingly, evidence of SCP-3368 infection was not found in scans nor operations on his brain prior to his death. Due to the frequency of brain scans of Goss and the slow process involved in SCP-3368 infection, it is the current opinion of the research staff that Goss' medical data has been tampered with.
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Addendum 3368.1: At the insistence of the O5 Council, MTF Mu-Pi-6 has been formed, whose primary mission objective is to investigate links between SCP-3368 and GoIs who could be acting as potential saboteurs. In addition, MTF Mu-Pi-6 has the secondary objective of finding and quarantining all instances of SCP-3368-1. Research into the anomalous properties of SCP-3368 is to take place under Dr. Makshi Bickers, noted for her extensive background in bee research. Both MTF Mu-Pi-6 and the SCP-3368 Research Team will report directly to O5-2.
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Addendum 3368.2: The SCP-3368 Research Team has found that the pinkish-red honey produced by SCP-3368, noted as SCP-3368-2, has hallucinogenic properties when consumed. Testing by Dr. Bickers has shown that these hallucinations have a strong correlation to the memories and feelings of the SCP-3368-1 instance that the honey was harvested from. The SCP-3368 Research Team will continue to research potential avenues for extracting SCP-3368-2 from an SCP-3368-1 instance without causing cessation of life.
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Addendum 3368.3: Extensive testing has shown that the pollen or nectar of certain flowers can temporarily alter the personality of an infected individual. Below is an abbreviated list of these flowers and their effects on SCP-3368-11:
Increased feelings of love for others. Easier to persuade through appeals to emotion.
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Increased sense of self-esteem, pride, and arrogance. When given a logic problem, subjects consistently displayed an unwillingness to consider alternative solutions brought forth by others.
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Hyacinthoides
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Lamiaceae
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Addendum 3368.4: Routine psychological analyses of quarantined SCP-3368-1 instances have shown an increase in pro-cooperation, pro-feminist, and pro-environmental views. Many SCP-3368-1 instances have also reported having nightmares and dreams involving bees, however, this has been attributed to psychological trauma involving their infection.
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Note: Since SCP-3368 can be used for mind reading and control, and since a high-ranking Australian official was found to be infected with SCP-3368, I have requested MTF Mu-Pi-6 to analyze all high-ranking politicians and figureheads for infection. -O5-2
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Addendum 3368.5: MTF Mu-Pi-6 has finished an analysis of high-ranking politicians and figureheads and has found that no less than ██.█% of them are instances of SCP-3368-1. Notably, statistical analysis has shown that this infection ratio is much higher than the infection ratio of the world population. In addition, there has been an ██.█% increase in the number of missing persons, most of whom have a deep connection to the political landscape of the world. Due to their influence, the living infected political members will not be quarantined or replaced, but instead studied and protected. Assigned bodyguards are to ensure that these SCP-3368-1 instances do not cause further infections and that they are surrounded by Iris Confusa and/or a sufficiently large variety of plants so as to minimize the changes to their personalities.
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Addendum 3368.6: Subsequent autopsies on SCP-3368-1 individuals who have been infected for more than a year and a half have shown that, after the brain has been fully modified, SCP-3368 will begin to expand the hive throughout the body. The long-term effects of this expansion require further investigation. Currently, all that is known about this scenario is that the honey produced from other areas within the body does not appear to have any anomalous properties.
MP6-1: Okay ladies, let's do a perimeter check. Me, 2, and 3 will check the front. The rest check the back. This is our first real lead in over a year, so don't fuck this up! Everyone, move out.
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MP6-4: Looks like someone got here first. The back door's been kicked in.
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MP6-1: Roger that. The front looks clean, but it looks like everyone left in a hurry.
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MP6-6: Permission to step inside?
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MP6-1: Granted.
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(Video footage from MP6-4, MP6-5, and MP6-6 shows 31 dead body bags, packed together along a hallway. The floor and walls are covered with various forms of viscera.)
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MP6-4: There's been a fight. Multiple people here were killed in some sort of struggle and packed up.
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MP6-5: Are those body bags filled with CI members or someone else?
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MP6-6: I don't know, why don't we find out?
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MP6-1: Hold off on that, we need to finish searching the rooms. Whoever killed them could still be around.
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(Following a trail of blood, MP6-4 enters a large storage area strewn with various boxes and equipment.)
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SiteCommand: MP6-4, analysis shows that the room you have entered was recently the scene of a firefight. Thermal imaging also shows two people on your east.
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MP6-4: (Whispering) I have visual on two people. They're wearing… high tech yellow beekeeper suits? They appear to be talking.
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MP6-6: That's the most fucked-up bee that I've ever seen.
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MP6-5: You weren't supposed to open the body bags yet!
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MP6-1: Quit it you two! Get to 4's position, she may need backup. 2 and 3, with me.
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(5 minutes pass as MP6-5 and MP6-6 move behind boxes, to the left and right of MP6-4. MP6-1, MP6-2, and MP6-3 are on the opposite side of a door on the other side of the room, close to the two unknowns.)
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MP6-2: What are your orders, ma'am?
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MP6-1: We need them alive. Take out your tranquilizer guns, and on my mark, we fire.
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MP6-5: How did two people take out all of those guys?
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(Silenced gunfire shots are heard. The entire team is paralyzed and falls to the ground.)
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MP6-2: What's going on? I can't move!
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???: It'll wear off in an hour. We're the GOC "Hive Collapse" Strike Team. I'm "Bear". It's a pleasure to meet you.
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(Amidst protests the team is moved to the center of the room by an additional four GOC members, all in yellow suits.)
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SiteCommand: We have just received validation of their claim. Due to our terms of engagement with the GOC, we cannot offer additional aid to MTF Mu-Pi-6 at this time.
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MP6-1: Shit. What are you planning to do with us?
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Bear: We've verified that you're from The Foundation, which is the only reason that the majority of you will get out of here alive.
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MP6-1: The Majority? Now listen here, pal-
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Bear: "Honey Badger", scan them for infection.
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Honey Badger: On it.
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MP6-1: How dare you insinuate that we've been infected.
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Honey Badger: You'd be surprised at how hard it is to detect infection. Our team lost a few members before we developed the technology.
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MP6-2: Why did you massacre all of those Chaos Insurgency agents? Wouldn't you want to leave any alive for interrogation?
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Bear: No, there isn't any reason to let them live anymore. They've more or less decided to let the bees take over their sad excuses of a body. There are rumors that even some of the Delta Command have been infected. Now a'days we just kill them and get all of the information that we need from their brain honey. Intel has indicated that they're the most likely culprits behind this spread of infection, so we need as much information from them as we can get. Their pathetic ideology has made our lives real easy in some ways.
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Honey Badger: They're dead men walking.
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MP6-4: Where does that leave us? Will you be harvesting our brains as well?
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Bear: No. My supervisors made it clear to avoid pestering The Foundation when possible. "Honey Badger", which ones have been infected?
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Honey Badger: These three, sir.
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MP6-3: THE FUCK? I'LL KILL YOU!
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MP6-1: Explain yourself!
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Bear: Those 3 were infected and had to be terminated. Given your outfits, I don't think you've realized just how infectious the bees are.
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MP6-3: So you killed them? They weren't zombies! They were still themselves!
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Bear: (Motions to another GOC member) Get the cleanup crew "Raccoon". I don't want to see a speck of blood here. (Looks at MTF Mu-Pi-6) That may be true, but given enough time, they will stick out like sore thumbs, all the while becoming ample targets for your enemies to hunt down.
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MP6-1: That doesn't excuse your actions!
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Bear: Listen here little lady: If it wasn't for our intervention your entire damn site would be overrun with those things. Maybe if you've spent a little more time thinking with that noggin of yours you'd realize that you three aren't the only ones to have lost people to this thing!
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MP6-3: Oh you can fuck right off.
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MP6-2: What's going to happen to us?
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Honey Badger: Nothing, you're free to go as soon as you can move again.
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Bear: Alright, enough talk. We need to clean up and move to the next location.
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Addendum 3368.8: Per protocol, The Foundation issued a formal request for an apology to the GOC due to the loss of personnel at their hands. Three days following this request, Foundation operatives obtained several packages from the GOC, which contained blueprints for paratechnology related to SCP-3368, as well as a small collection of fully built versions. Most notable are the "Yellow Suits". Yellow Suits offer protection from head to toe, are complete with "indoor facilities" such as insulation and air conditioning, and have been explicitly made to "never be removed". Of particular interest to the SCP-3368 Research Team are the "Bee Trackers", scanning devices which, according to GOC documentation, "can find and track SCP-3368 with 99.9% precision." In addition to this is a note from D. C. Al Fine, which has been scanned and logged.
GOC missive sent to SCP Foundation MTF Mu-Pi-6 Leader MP6-1 and the O5 Council.
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To MTF Mu-Pi-6 and Their Superiors,
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The Global Occult Coalition High Command has received word that our "Hive Collapse" Strike Team has claimed three lives from your task force. Certainly, these lives were taken with a heavy heart and cold purpose. The only known cure for this infection is death, and this infection is taking over the world at an unprecedented rate. The Foundation will note that these are not the only lives that we have taken in this manner, as many of our own have fallen to this disease. To stop this infection from spreading, the Global Occult Coalition will do what needs to be done, no matter the cost.
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To this end, The Global Occult Coalition has derived a simple ultimatum for veiled organizations: The infected members are to be purged, regardless of their status as friend or foe. To prevent these situations from arising in the future, we will extend our hand and offer The Foundation our paratechnology. It is in both our interests that The Foundation takes care of their own.
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Finally and most importantly, many of our divisions have taken notice of Foundation activity around the infected members of the non-paranormal political elite. Due to the risk of a Broken Masquerade, the Global Occult Coalition shall not interfere with these activities at this time. However, as an act of good faith, we cordially request an exchange of information. The Global Occult Coalition asks that The Foundation offers all information it has on these members of society as well as the infection in general. In return, the Global Occult Coalition will offer its own research as well as a steady supply of paratechnology until this issue is resolved.
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Yours Sincerely,
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Transcript Log of O5-Council Meeting on ██/██/2016. Subject: GOC Request Regarding SCP-3368.
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O5-1: The next item on today's agenda deals with the D. C. Al Fine's proposal regarding the bee infection. Arguments for support will go first.
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O5-10: I support the use of GOC intelligence. There's a lot of information that the GOC has withheld from us, and this alliance would make for a good opportunity to learn more about their paratechnology.
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O5-4: I support an alliance with the GOC. It could provide us with a foothold in future dealings with them.
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O5-9: I support Al Fine's proposition because of the alternative; The Foundation cannot afford a fight with the GOC. Furthermore, our goals align: We all want to stop the infection from spreading.
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O5-2: I offer my support as well. I did not appreciate what the GOC did to MTF Mu-Pi-6, but we should take the steps needed to make sure that they won't do it again. I do not want any more Foundation personnel to be lost from poor containment procedures.
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O5-1: If there are no more arguments in support then it is time to hear from the opposition.
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O5-6: I oppose the very idea of a GOC alliance. As Al Fine mentioned in her "apology", we are to take care of our own. The GOC has their own ideology and agenda, which I believe to be incompatible with The Foundation's. To accept the GOC's help in this manner is to set a terrible precedent.
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O5-8: I also oppose the proposition. The Foundation should not rely on paratechnology, especially if it isn't developed in-house.
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O5-7: I do not oppose receiving help from the GOC, but I do oppose aiding them. The Foundation maintains a lot of information that is kept under lock and key. We should not risk the release of any of our secrets for a problem as small as this one.
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O5-1: If there are no more arguments to be made, then voting shall begin.
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VOTE IN FAVOR OF GOC ALLIANCE TO PREVENT THE SPREAD OF SCP-3368
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Support (6): Two, Four, Five, Nine, Ten, Eleven
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Oppose (5): One, Three, Six, Seven, Eight
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Abstain (2): Twelve, Thirteen
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O5-6: Very well. I have a request of my own. With regards to this SCP, I truly believe that the GOC has made fools of us, and the appropriate response is an extreme increase in the special containment procedures. Y'all should have received a copy a day or two ago. My fellow colleagues have shown me some numbers and I believe that we can make these changes by spring of 2017. I vote in support of them to better protect our people from infection.
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O5-1: Of course. Are there any more arguments in support?
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O5-2: I will support these changes so long as MTF Mu-Pi-6 and the SCP-3368 Research Team receive the required manpower and resources to accommodate them. If it isn't already obvious to the rest of the council, I will approve any change that decreases the chances of MTF Mu-Pi-6 becoming infected.
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O5-9: I offer my support as well. Given recent events, I'm certain that the infection is spreading throughout The Foundation as we speak. It must be stopped by any means.
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O5-11: While these new special containment procedures are a bit much, these bees pose a significant risk to The Foundation's ability to keep secrets under lock and key. As such I must vote in support.
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O5-5: I vehemently oppose these changes. They're far too severe, and nobody is going to wear a beekeeper suit 24/7.
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O5-3: I agree with O5-5. These changes will also introduce unethical situations that will involve discrimination of SCP-3368-1 instances. These individuals still retain their memories and personality. An Ethics Committee Case could result from this.
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O5-12: I oppose O5-6's proposal based on its cost alone. I have crunched the numbers, and they tell me that while we can afford this, it will reduce our emergency funds significantly. I believe that more research is required to come up with a more cost-effective solution.
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O5-1: Alright, I think enough has been said here. Let's vote.
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Support (7): One, Two, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Eleven
Addendum 3368.9: In Spring 2017, the leader of MTF Mu-Pi-6 and The SCP-3368 Research Team met with O5-2 in her garden for the first of many monthly status meetings.
O5-2: Hello you two. I'm glad you could find the time to come out here.
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MP6-1: Yes, it is nice to finally meet you in person.
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Dr. Bickers: (Gesturing at the plants) Did you do this yourself?
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O5-2: Well, not all of it. I do spend most of my time here. I find that gardening helps me think.
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Dr. Bickers: It is quite impressive. Lots of flowers here.
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O5-2: Thank you Makshi. How is your team's research going?
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Dr. Bickers: Through the help of some other researchers within The Foundation, we have come up with a Foundation variant of the GOC's Yellow Suits. These new Foundation grade beekeeper suits have so far passed our tests. However, we're still having some trouble understanding the science behind the GOC's Bee Trackers functionality.
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O5-2: That is unfortunate but understandable. For now, we'll just have to keep those beekeeper suits on real tight. What about your research project into reversing the infection?
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Dr. Bickers: That is ongoing. We're still in our early stages for that.
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O5-2: I see. Let's address the elephant in the room. Darva, how have you taken to the news?
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MP6-1: Poorly. That note from D. C. Al Fine was as far from an apology as one could get. The least we could do is slap their wrists, but apparently, we're going to join forces with them? Did I read that memo correctly?
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O5-2: You did. The O5 Council… as a whole, believes that cooperation with the GOC is the preferred option. They have a variety of resources at their disposal that they have offered to us, and what they ask of us is chump change when you consider the alternative.
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MP6-1: Them murdering our own people?
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O5-2: Yes, that is one of the things we wish to avoid. With these types of global issues, there's a saying that if you don't handle the situation yourself, someone else will handle it for you. Given their long history of incursions, it seems to me that they desperately want to be that someone else.
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MP6-1: I see… Where does that leave our team?
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O5-2: Your team will do as it has done before, only with more caution and a greater sphere of influence. Now then, let's get down to business.
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Addendum 3368.10: The following personal diary entries belonging to infected Foundation personnel were found and noted during routine inspection. Routine inspector █████ has since been reprimanded.
Personal Log Entry #883:
+Today marks the first month of O5-6's tyrannical rule. I'm only half joking here. Scientific progress has been greatly hampered by these dumb suits. We're forced to wear them at all times while outside of a handful of "safe zones". Rumor has it that some sites are starting to use D-Class Personnel to gather food and supplies now to avoid arousing suspicion. There has to be a security risk involved there, but O5-2 won't hear it. The only times that I can leave the site is to visit her for the monthly status meeting. I never thought I'd be so pleased to see an old lady in my life…
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Work on the Foundation grade Bee Trackers is slow, not that I care. I gave that project to one of my subordinates. What really interests me is reversing the damn infection all together. If we could do that then there would be no need for these stupid suits!
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-Makshi
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07/18/17
+Uncle Ben says that with more power comes more responsibility. All I see is more responsibility though. These past two weeks I went to Spain, France, the U.K., Belgium, the Netherlands and then Germany. I spent the entire time shouting orders and requests at my team. The infected politicians are still sitting and acting all pretty, so there's that.
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During my "stay" we collected some 100 odd human SCP-3368-1 instances as well. Immigrants, as I call them. I hope that we're treating them better than the GOC would have. I really do. With so little time on my hands though I can only hope. It doesn't help that the in-house trackers that we're using are bad at their jobs. I have had to start running them by people twice in order to catch false negatives. Since when did Foundation tech become dumb as shit?
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We also collected more animals than I can count. Mostly pigeons. There were so many that the majority had to be incinerated. We just don't have the resources to save them all, and I told my staff to prioritize keeping the immigrants safe and happy.
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I recently caught wind from a GOC official that "Hive Collapse" executed another 145 people, 127 of which were Chaos Insurgency operatives. I asked if the remaining 18 were civilians or GOC personnel, but they didn't answer.
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Personal Log Entry #923:
+I wish that these suits didn't have name tags. I've burned through so many D-Class Personnel that everyone's started to give me dirty looks. I can see it through their stupid helmets. Those damn brain hives are so fragile. Each time you kill one of those memory bees, the patient loses a memory. How am I supposed to take information from the bees? How am I supposed to transfer it back into the patient? How am I supposed to do any of this without killing the patient?
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…Perhaps this anomaly can only be reversed with other anomalies…
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09/13/17
+I had the displeasure of running into Bear today. He immediately tried to scan me, that bastard. I punched him in the face. Then I had two of my women restrain him while I scanned him. He didn't really struggle. I guess he was trying to act high and mighty or something. Dumbass.
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Personal Log Entry #948:
+It took an entire month for the O5-Council to approve cross-testing with other SCPs. What even took them so long? All the O5-Council had to do was vote on it. I hate being stuck in bureaucratic limbo.
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O5-2 tried to sway me from using SCPs but whatever. Removing this infection either requires extensive brain surgery the likes that no one has seen before or a straight up miracle cure. Constructing the latter is merely more time efficient given our resources. I've tried a couple of SCPs thus far, but the results were undesirable. I have a whole bunch of other combinations left though. I'm sure that at least one of them will work.
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I'd like to say that everyone's gotten used to the suits, but the atmosphere around here is a lot darker than the usual shade of grey that I'm used to. I learned a week ago or so that a couple of my coworkers were quarantined. No one important, just minor acquaintances really. Still, I wonder what they did to get themselves infected.
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10/02/17
+I went through a lot of Africa last month, and I'm going to go through a lot more of Africa this month. Those damn flights to O5-2's monthly meeting really don't do me any favors. Why does management always need so many damn status updates?
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A few of the politicians have been pretty sour. They keep yakking on about how they don't like their every move monitored and so forth. Of course they don't. No one does. But that's the kind of situation we're in I tell them. They didn't act well to that but so it goes.
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Things are going to get real bad soon. Based on our information, politicians will start developing noticeable mutations before the year's out. We've managed to cover most of them up with hats, trenchcoats, operations, and the like, but there's only so much you can do, even with plastic surgery.
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I just want to see my family again.
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Personal Log Entry #963:
+I've read a few hundred potential candidates for infection reversal and performed dozens of cross-tests. A lot of these SCPs are just nonsensical. A bunch of completely useless things that serve no purpose other than to drive scientists mad… and cause containment breaches. I may have caused one or two of those. Three, tops. This line of work is starting to get to me. Nothing seems to work and the infection is an extremely advanced phenomenon. It's like I'm trying to find a cure for cancer and all I have to work with is a first aid kit and a wardrobe full of knives, sporks, and comedy routines.
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At least I'm not the only one that hasn't produced results though. No one's been able to truly replicate the Bee Trackers with Foundation tech. I can only assume that they can't replicate it due to their aversion to the paranormal. They're still using the crappy in-house trackers because of it. Infection inspectors have to run them by a person three to five times to catch false negatives.
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Speaking of which, some idiots on my research team went and got themselves infected. That's just typical. Can't trust anyone but yourself around here anymore. Too much stupid in the air.
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11/23/17
+Happy Thanksgiving! Instead of enjoying time with my family, I'm in YEMEN.
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My tour across the Middle East has been… unfortunate. A lot of people here had to be quarantined. The politicians have been acting up as well. Threatening to break the masquerade or throw ORIA at us. If they did that then we really would be in trouble. The GOC would probably throw a fit and torch the place… or maybe we'd have to pull the trigger. I hope not.
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I told O5-2 about this. She said that she would bring it up with the rest of the Council. Hopefully, they come up with some resolution to this before it becomes a real problem.
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There is one piece of good news that I have to mention. Apparently, word has it that Bear finally got himself infected! Don't know how it happened, and I don't care. Either way, he's as good as dead, which is fine enough with me.
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~Darva
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Personal Log Entry #1033:
+An entire year and a half have passed me by, and I'm no closer to a solution. Every single one of my anomalous combinations has failed. Some of them fail within the expected parameters. Others have nearly cost me my life. Most of them kill the patient, and all of them have cost me my dignity. I even got permission to try SCP-500, and it DIDN'T DO SHIT. How is that even possible?
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To make matters worse, the infection rate has increased within these past months. What the hell was Darva doing? What the hell am I doing?
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I just scanned myself. It shows positive for infection. They'll be on me in any minute now. I'll be able to continue my research in quarantine, but what's even the point? I'm so fucking useless.
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-Makshi
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1/22/18
+My worst fear is coming true. Not one, but multiple politicians have lost it and spoke up against The Foundation on national television. I have had it up to here with those damn prudes. They could have aired out their issues with us through more diplomatic methods instead of running their mouth.
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I don't know what the future will hold, but if any of those politicians are serious this means war. Potentially an Occult War, which would be catastrophic. I don't want to see my loved ones killed or jailed because of some dumb bee that we can't even see! I just want to see my damn family again.
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I have a plan. Everyone in the occult world knows that the safest place on Earth is behind Foundation bars, right? My next stop on this infernal world tour is close enough to my house. We're bound to find some infected individuals here, and when we do, I'll [REDACTED]
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~Darva
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Addendums 3368.11 - 3368.33: Events Transpiring Between Addendums 3368.11 and 3368.33:
+NOTICE: Events in this era pertaining to SCP-3368 can only be passed down to those of a lesser clearance by an O5 Council Member. If it is absolutely essential for your job, you may petition a request for this information using Form #3368.B.33.
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Addendum 3368.34: The O5-Council met on ██_██_2022 to discuss the future of SCP-3368 and SCP-3368-1 individuals.
Transcript Log of O5-Council Meeting on ██/██/2022. Subject: O5-2 Proposal Regarding SCP-3368.
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O5-1: The next topic of our agenda is O5-2's… "proposal".
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O5-6: This is the most brain-dead plan that I've ever seen.
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O5-8: It goes against everything that The Foundation is.
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O5-2: These are valid points, however-
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(laughter)
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O5-2: However, this is no longer a problem that ideals can solve. The masquerade broke. A [REDACTED] of Foundation personnel are either behind our own bars or dead.
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O5-11: So we're just supposed to give up and let the entire Earth become infected in some sort of "HB-Beepocalypse" scenario?
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O5-4: I still can't believe that we added that scenario to the list.
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O5-2: Now listen here: The bee people still retain their memories and personality. They're still human.
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O5-5: Yes, and they can be controlled and manipulated.
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O5-8: Their memories can be outright stolen. That's a huge security risk that you're overlooking.
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O5-2: My research team has developed techniques to prevent personality alteration and memory stealing.
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O5-6: We've read your paper darn it. Are your techniques economically efficient? Because we'd have to dose the entire planet.
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O5-2: The techniques could use a little more funding.
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O5-1: Let's not get ahead of ourselves, O5-2.
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O5-2: Well, my arguments for support are clearly listed in the proposal. Surely I'm not the only one here who sees the need for us to reverse direction?
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O5-3: You are not. I've been talking with the Ethics Committee Chairman recently, and apparently, they're about to vote on some anti-discrimination rights for the bee people.
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O5-9: The kind that could put us in hot water?
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O5-3: Potentially. Even if it doesn't, morale is down the toilet. We've had a large number of riots and brain drains over these past few years, and there's nothing to indicate that they'll stop.
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O5-4: Our treatment of the bee people has been ruining our image with most of the other GoIs. At this rate, our only ally will be the GOC, and they've been having significant troubles recently.
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O5-10: Personally, I believe that we should have gone through with this proposal a long time ago. Aside from our current direction being unethical, how are we supposed to survive the future when we don't offer bee people the same benefits as everyone else? A good chunk of the best of the class is being taken by GoIs simply because of their anomalies.
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O5-12: This leads into my reason for support: Cost. I took a look at the data and we have not made a statistically significant decrease in the infection rate. Furthermore, financially we are a shell in comparison to our former selves from five years ago. At this point, it would be more cost effective to make humanity's transformation occur smoothly.
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O5-11: I repeat myself: 'So we're just supposed to give up?' Has no one tried to develop an antidote? Or wiping the slate clean?
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O5-2: Early on the research team was lead by one Makshi Bickers. Her attempts to reverse the infection resulted in numerous containment breaches, deaths, and her permanent residence at a psychological ward when she finally lost her mind.
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O5-8: Okay, so one scientist failed to step up to the plate. That hasn't stopped us before. That's like saying that we should've stopped developing improvements to the Scranton Reality Anchors just because of what happened to Dr. Scranton. I'm certain that there's a scientific solution to this and that you're all just too reluctant to find it.
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O5-12: I agree with you on this one O5-8. However finding a cure for SCP-3368 could take decades of resources, which could be better used for more deadly SCPs.
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O5-11: You assume it will take decades of resources O5-12, but you can't say that you know for sure.
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O5-12: True.
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O5-11: What about the militaristic approach of wiping the slate clean? The GOC has had excellent results using this approach in the past.
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O5-2: With all due respect, the GOC is in an even worse position than we are. What personnel they haven't lost to the Chaos Insurgency they've lost by their own hands. They used to be comprised of 108 occult organizations, but now they number at just 77, one of which was wiped out completely.
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O5-5: Ah yes, I've read about that! The Bavarian Illuminati was never the brightest of organizations.
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O5-1: Now listen here: We don't do what we do because it's easy. We frequently command The Foundation to destroy lives and burn resources, and we do it for the sake of normalcy!
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O5-2: O5-1, you act as though this is some sort of end of the world scenario when it's really more of a…
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O5-9: LK-Class Change of Species Scenario?
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O5-3: I'm not sure about that one. Genetically speaking DNA changes only occur after an infection, and the offspring of two bee people is technically still a "normal" human for the first few weeks. Maybe in a few decades, that scenario could occur, however.
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(30 seconds pass)
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O5-4: Then what if it's just an AS-Class Normalcy Alteration Scenario?
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O5-2: Yes, that sounds about right.
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O5-1: That scenario is reserved for the non-anomalous, like the rise of the Internet or the Industrial Revolution.
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O5-5: We could make an exception.
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O5-6: Sure, why not? We're already making an exception to our gosh darn principles.
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O5-5: It looks like this is one of those issues that we're pretty divided on. Perhaps we should just vote instead of arguing for the next hour?
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O5-7: This is a significant decision O5-5. It's not going to be settled in an hour.
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O5-5: I know it's a significant decision, that's why it's not going to be settled for decades to come.
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O5-8: I have an addendum that I would like to add to your proposal O5-2: In the event that your proposal comes to pass we must offer facilities to harbor the remnants of… non-bee persons. Both live specimens and machines that are able to produce non-anomalous humans. We'll put these people with SCP-2000. This is a precautionary move in case your mistake costs us not only our sanity but our humanity as well.
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O5-6: If that's the case I'll be willing to move to that area. Anything to get me away from those bees.
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O5-2: That's fine with me. Any complaints with this addendum?
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(30 seconds pass)
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O5-1: Doesn't look like it. Does anyone have anything meaningful to add?
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(30 seconds pass)
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O5-1: Then let's get this over with.
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VOTE IN FAVOR OF O5-2'S PROPOSAL FOR SCP-3368
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Support (6): Two, Three, Four, Nine, Ten, Twelve
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Oppose (5): One, Six, Eight, Eleven, Thirteen
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Abstain (2): Five, Seven
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MOTION PASSES
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Addendum 3368.35: The Ethics Committee met on ██_██_2022, and in a landmark vote, approved a series of anti-discrimination rights to be applied to SCP-3368-1 personnel2.
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Addendum 3368.36: Declassification of SCP-3368 was approved by the O5 Council on ██_██_████. The Special Containment Procedures are to be considered null and void, and the object class is to be "Declassified". The majority of the information in the Description is considered to be out of date, and it is preferable to consult a local library for current information on SCP-3368. This document will remain untouched for historical reasons, and due to sensitive information pertaining to The Foundation, is not to be released to the public without O5 approval. Improper release of this information is to be considered grounds for termination.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3392 is to be kept mounted on the wall in its chamber and recorded by at least two video cameras during active testing, arranged in a way so that all writing on SCP-3392 is clearly visible at all times. Supplies of chalk and erasers are to be replenished as needed. Researchers with a master's degree or higher in mathematics are to supervise and observe test subjects while they are interacting with SCP-3392 and review session recordings. Under no circumstances are any personnel other than D-class permitted to write on SCP-3392 or modify the writing on its surface in any way. Any personnel who have been affected by the object are to be administered class A amnestics.
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Description: SCP-3392 is a rectangular wall-mounted chalkboard approximately 2 meters wide and 1.5 meters tall. Its anomalous properties manifest when an individual uses it as a writing surface to carry out mathematical calculations. Upon finding the solution to the initial problem, testing subjects report feeling a sudden sense of "discovery", and will immediately display a strong desire to continue writing on SCP-3392 and expand upon their calculations. Subjects who continue to interact with SCP-3392 will soon become unresponsive to external stimuli and become exclusively invested in their work, neglecting to even rest or eat. These subjects must be forcibly separated from SCP-3392 and taken outside direct line of sight to the object in order to divert their attention.
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Subjects who are allowed to continue interacting with SCP-3392 for extended periods of time appear to display increasing mathematical proficiency in their calculations, regardless of their previous education or background in mathematics. Upon being separated from SCP-3392, however, subjects appear to immediately lose such abilities. In most cases, subjects seem to become even less proficient than they were before interacting with the object. The degree to which this effect occurs depends on the amount of time previously spent with the object.
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Recovery Report: SCP-3392 was recovered on 4/23/20██ from the University of ███████ after the body of university professor ██████ was discovered on the floor below the object by colleagues returning from spring break. The autopsy concluded that ██████ had died approximately 46 hours prior from dehydration.
Subject: D-31125, 26 year old African-American male.
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Procedure: Subject will be instructed to solve a simple addition problem (10 + 4) using SCP-3392 and a piece of chalk.
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Results: Subject quickly found and wrote the solution (14). Subject then hesitated and stared at the object for several seconds, then began to write and solve a series of other addition problems without being prompted by researchers. Subject did not respond to researchers' attempts to gain their attention. Researchers ended the test and removed the subject from the room after one hour and thirty minutes, at which point the subject had filled the board with a series of simple multiplication computations.
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Subject was later questioned about their behavior during the test. Subject reported feeling as though they had "made a new discovery" and had developed "a better understanding of numbers and how they work". Subject did not recall the attempts by researchers to gain their attention during the test.
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Test B - 5/4/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31163, 31 year old Caucasian female. As suggested by Dr. Stevenson, D-31163 was given a standardized math aptitude test and received a score of 88%.
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Procedure: Subject will be instructed to solve a problem taken from an eighth grade algebra textbook ($7(1 - 2x) = 7x$) using SCP-3392.
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Results: Subject worked out the problem by hand and wrote down the solution ($x = 1/3$). Like the previous test, the subject stared at the object for a moment, then began to write a series of other problems similar to the one given. Researchers again tried to gain the subject's attention and were again unsuccessful. Researchers ended the test and removed the subject from the room after three hours. In this time, the subject had carried out over 170 algebraic computations, checked each one, and at several points wrote down the commutative property, associative property, and distributive property.
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Subject was questioned afterwards and described a similar experience to that of D-31125, although they were unable to remember or reproduce the computations they had performed during the test. Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 75%.
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Test C - 5/7/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31229, 43 year old Caucasian female. Subject was given a standardized math aptitude test and received a score of 92%.
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Procedure: Subject will be instructed to write three sentences on SCP-3392 using the word "study"; one using the present tense, one using the past tense, and one using the infinitive form.
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Results: Subject wrote the following sentences:
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Jason is studying chemistry in school.
+Alice studied for her exam.
+You should always study if you want a good grade.
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Subject then turned to the researchers and asked if there were any additional instructions. Researchers ended the test and the subject was directed out of the room.
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Subject was questioned afterwards and described no abnormal thoughts or feelings about the test or about SCP-3392. Subject was able to clearly recall the events of the test and reproduce the answers they gave. Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 92%.
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Note: SCP-3392 seems to have had no unusual effects on the subject in this case. Evidence, perhaps, that the effect only occurs with work related to mathematics. - Dr. Alvin
Long term testing with SCP-3392 and D-31296 has been approved. D-31296 is permitted to interact with SCP-3392 daily between 10:00 AM and 7:00 PM, under the supervision of Dr. Alvin and Dr. Stevenson. At the request of Dr. Alvin, additional materials have been supplied for D-31296 to use, including a ruler, protractor, and bow compass. Any writing on SCP-3392 is to remain undisturbed between testing sessions. D-31296 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell while not interacting with SCP-3392.
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Session D1 - 5/21/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31296, 28 year old Hispanic male. Subject was given a standardized math aptitude test and received a score of 72%.
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Procedure: Subject will be instructed to solve a high school level algebra problem
+($y = -x^2, y = 3x^2 + 4x - 8$) using SCP-3392.
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Results: Subject was initially reluctant to complete the task, alluding to a poor background in mathematics. After several minutes, the subject wrote down the solution to the problem
+($x = -2, x = 1$). Consistent with tests A and B, the subject proceeded to stare at the object then began working out a series of additional problems. By the end of the session, the subject had covered the entire surface of the object several times with algebraic equations and graphs of various functions, erasing parts of the board on numerous occasions to make space for more calculations.
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Subject was questioned afterwards and described an experience similar to those described in tests A and B. Subject was unable to remember or reproduce the computations they had performed during the test, nor were they able to follow their own calculations when showed video recordings from the test. Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 66%.
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Session D2 - 5/22/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392 and instructed to resume interacting with the object.
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Results: Subject immediately began interacting with SCP-3392. Subject worked continuously for the full duration of the session, occasionally using the tools provided. Work done by the subject during this session included drawing various shapes and finding their areas, as well as drawing a series of circles inscribed inside various polygons.
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Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 60%.
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Session D3 - 5/23/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392 and instructed to resume interacting with the object.
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Results: Subject was particularly invested in a specific equation and worked on it for approximately two hours before moving on to a different problem. Upon reviewing the video recordings, Dr. Stevenson determined that the subject had produced a proof of the fundamental theorem of calculus. A review of D-31296's file showed that the subject had not taken any calculus related courses throughout their educational history.
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Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 50%.
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Note: We're getting some intriguing results here. I'm interested in seeing how far this progresses. - Dr. Alvin
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Session D4 - 5/24/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392 and instructed to resume interacting with the object.
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Results: Subject began writing a series of equations using unknown methods of notation. Session recordings were sent to Dr. █████ for analysis. Dr. █████ concluded that the subject's work most closely resembled processes involved in advanced calculus, although the specific notation used did not seem to match that used by any known scientific discipline.
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Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 38%.
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Note: Given the level of cognitive ability that D-31296 displays, Dr. Stevenson has suggested that attempts be made to work with the subject in hopes of solving some long-standing problems. I'm not sure if he'll be interested in anything other than his own work, but if it means making some big contributions to science, then it's worth a shot. - Dr. Alvin
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Session D5 - 5/25/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. Stevenson
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392. Dr. Stevenson will write a version of the Riemann hypothesis on SCP-3392 for D-31296 to solve.
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Results: Upon attempting to write on SCP-3392, Dr. Stevenson was violently attacked by D-31296. Two guards were called in to assist in detaining D-31296. The test was prematurely ended following the incident. Dr. Stevenson suffered severe bruising and a fracture in his right wrist.
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Full details can be found in Incident Report 3392-D5-A.
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Addendum 3392-B-2:
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Date: 5/25/20██
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Dr. Stevenson has been placed under medical supervision and removed from assignment to SCP-3392 due to his injuries. Dr. Alvin has petitioned to allow testing using D-31296 to continue on the conditions that interactions with SCP-3392 by personnel other than D-31296 are prohibited.
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Addendum 3392-B-3:
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Date: 5/28/20██
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Continued testing of SCP-3392 involving D-31296 has been approved on the conditions that 1) no personnel other than D-31296 are to make contact with SCP-3392 during testing, 2) all researchers are to observe tests from a separate room adjacent to the testing chamber via a bullet-proof viewing window, and 3) testing times be reduced to the hours of 12:00 PM to 5:00 PM to prevent overexertion of D-31296.
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Session D6 - 5/29/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. ███████
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392 and instructed to resume interacting with the object.
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Results: Subject began to introduce a large variety of unfamiliar notation into their work. Session recordings were sent to Dr. █████ and Dr. ████████ for analysis. Researchers were unable to determine the exact type of calculations represented by this notation, but theorized it may involve some field of physics.
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Subject retook the aptitude test and received a score of 19%.
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Session D7 - 5/30/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. ███████
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392 and instructed to resume interacting with the object.
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Results: Subject made almost exclusive use of the unique notation observed in session D6, only rarely using Arabic numerals or alphabetic characters. Subject occasionally expressed moderate frustration. Session recordings were sent to Dr. █████ and Dr. ████████ for analysis. Researchers were unable to determine the type of calculations carried out by the subject during this session.
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Subject failed to complete the subsequent aptitude test.
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Session D8 - 5/31/20██
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Researchers: Dr. Alvin, Dr. ███████
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Subject: D-31296
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Procedure: Subject will be brought in front of SCP-3392 and instructed to resume interacting with the object.
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Results: Subject worked frantically for approximately 43 minutes exclusively using the unidentified notation. Upon apparently finding the solution to a particular equation, the subject began to express delight and laugh, then proceeded to draw a large circular design on SCP-3392. As the subject completed the design, an aura of bright purple light manifested in front of SCP-3392. The subject laughed joyfully and stepped into the aura, which then disappeared. Researchers ended the test due to the disappearance of the subject.
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Full details can be found in Incident Report 3392-D8-B.
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Addendum 3392-B-4:
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Date: 5/31/20██
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All testing with SCP-3392 has been suspended until D-31296 can be located.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3416 is to be stored upon a pedestal within a standard containment cell. A perimeter with a radius of 10 meters has been established around SCP-3416, in which all objects weighing less than 23kg are required to be bolted to a solid surface. Guards and personnel in proximity of the perimeter are to be wary of any spontaneously levitating objects, and must report such activity to the acting Hazardous Materials Containment Liaison (HMCL) supervisor on duty.
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Access to SCP-3416 requires clearance from one level-3 personnel. A security team escort is required for any personnel entering SCP-3416’s cell. Only personnel with level 4 psychic resistance or higher are permitted within a 6 meter perimeter of SCP-3416.
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Any requests from SCP-3416 are to be handled on a case-by-case basis by the acting HMCL supervisor. Privileges available to SCP-3416 are dependent on behavior, with good behavior (defined here as being non-hostile and cooperative) allowing further requests after HMCL supervisor approval. SCP-3416 should not be permitted access to materials and objects more advanced than what would be present during pre-colonial Polynesia.
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SCP-3416 has been deemed prone to emotional outbursts, and any activity indicating such should be reported to the active HMCL supervisor. A trained therapist1 is assigned to SCP-3416 with regular meetings.
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Following the events of Interview Log 3416-8, SCP-3416 may be permitted live animal tribute as an option still dependent on the previous rules stated for requests.
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Description: SCP-3416 is a clay object sculpted to resemble a head with a height of 80 centimeters. SCP-3416 is sapient and can project a disembodied voice within an 8-meter vicinity of itself. This voice is consistently described as being deep, loud, and masculine. This voice is always heard in a listener’s primary language, albeit with a noticeable Polynesian accent.
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SCP-3416 can move itself and objects weighing less than 23 kilograms via telekinetic ability. The range of this ability has shown to fluctuate, but typically remains within 10 meters of SCP-3416. The telekinetic force of SCP-3416, while unmeasured, can turn small objects (such as pens or rulers) into fatal weapons.
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Additionally, SCP-3416 can instantaneously transform up to 2 liters of non-living material into pure iron once a day. This process seems to only work for materials softer than palm tree wood (an abundant material on SCP-3416’s original island). SCP-3416 refuses to perform this for any purpose other than creating weapons to attack personnel.
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Any human with insufficient psychic resistance within 6 meters of SCP-3416 is at risk of mental possession. SCP-3416 can control the movement and speech of a single individual that enters a 6-meter perimeter of SCP-3416. This effect ends immediately upon exit of the 6-meter radius around SCP-3416. The method of this ability, like all of SCP-3416’s other anomalous effects, remains unknown. Affected individuals recount having full consciousness during possession.
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SCP-3416 has proven itself to be prideful and commanding, despite being completely contained. SCP-3416 typically has exaggerated mannerisms in speech and action, being temperamental to the point of violence. Its abilities are easily containable and present little risk to Foundation personnel.
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Addendum 3416-1: SCP-3416 was retrieved from the island of █████ ███ in Polynesia, which had noticeably remained isolated from outside influence until the capture. As this island lacked natural metals, SCP-3416 was the only source of metal in the area. Because of its abilities, SCP-3416 was worshiped as a god and ingrained in the island’s culture. Here, SCP-3416 was given the name “Anoati2,” with which it refers to itself by. It is unknown how long SCP-3416 has existed due to the lack of written records in █████ ███. Due to this past, SCP-3416 refers to itself as God and believes itself to be as such.
Selected sections of interview logs displayed below. For a complete list of interview logs, refer to Site Archivist Tharp
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+Interview Log 3416-3:
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Interviewed: SCP-3416
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Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons
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Foreword: Due to previous hostile behavior from SCP-3416 (Security Officer ████’s hand was impaled while intercepting an iron-transmuted pen that was used as a weapon), Dr. Simons was accompanied by a security team of four officers. SCP-3416 only speaks at a shouting volume throughout the interview.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Simons: Hello, SCP-3416. SCP-3416?
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SCP-3416 is at first unseen. A repetitive banging sound projects from a corner of the room, caused by a levitating SCP-3416 slamming itself against the cell wall.
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SCP-3416: No one produces Anoa-stone3 better than Anoati! I will destroy this mockery! Hah! The coward who made this must face me now!
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SCP-3416 continues banging against the wall.
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Dr. Simons: SCP-3416? I’m Dr. Simons. Let’s talk.
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SCP-3416: Do not refer to your lord this way! I am Anoati!
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Dr. Simons: I see. So, Anoati, I’ll be helping you transfer into a containment environment.
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SCP-3416: I am contained by no one! I am only here because I choose to be! Now, give me a stick! I will turn it to Anoa-stone and penetrate this wall!
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Dr. Simons: Anoati, you know you have to stay in here. I don't want this to be a contentious relationship. I can explain more about the Foundation to you, and I think then you’d understand why you’re here.
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SCP-3416 continues banging against the wall.
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Dr. Simons: Anoati, please stop that.
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SCP-3416 continues.
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Dr. Simons: How long have you been attacking this wall, Anoati?
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SCP-3416: It has been three days since I began my assault on these confines!
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Dr. Simons: Anoati, I hate to be blunt but this is pointless. You haven't made a scratch. Please, let's talk.
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SCP-3416: Yes! Indeed!
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SCP-3416 levitates back towards its pedestal.
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SCP-3416: We shall talk! Come closer to me!
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Dr. Simons approaches SCP-3416.
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SCP-3416: I have controlled your mind! You are now my slave! Go! Destroy those men!
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Dr. Simons audibly sighs.
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SCP-3416: Do not stand there! Have you not heard me?
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Dr. Simons: I have psychic resistance, Anoati. It means that your abilities won't work on me. We don’t have to be fighting.
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SCP-3416: No! Kill those men!
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Dr. Simons: I'd rather not.
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SCP-3416: Then you are faithless! Nobody in this forsaken land knows my power! I must destroy it all!
+
Dr. Simons: Try to think of it our way. We’re working for a common good. We, the SCP Foundation-
+
SCP-3416: If you do not destroy this cage of Anoa-stone I will destroy your puny Foundation!
+
Dr. Simons: Yes, I see that you're upset. I would be too.
+
SCP-3416: I am a god! I do not get upset!
+
Dr. Simons: Regardless, I'm here to help you understand what's going on around you. The containment process can be unpleasant, but I'm here to talk and explain should you need it. I’m here to help.
+
SCP-3416: I need no one! Your presence is unneeded, Simons, because I shall leave this place and return to █████ ███!
+
Dr. Simons: I'm afraid that the goal of the SCP Foundation is to keep you contained here. Due to your anomalous effects, it’s just not safe for you to-
+
SCP-3416: My powers have been given to me to rule!
+
Dr. Simons: Of course. It’s just, now you’re not the only person with powers anymore. You’re special, but-
+
SCP-3416: No! I will return to my people and we will destroy this terrible island! Leave me!
+
Dr. Simons: I see that you don’t want me around, so I can leave. Of course, you can call for me whenever and I’ll be here to help.
+
SCP-3416: It is too late! This place has boxed me in and refused my wishes! I must express my wrath!
+
Security Officer ████’s helmet, which was not properly attached to his tactical suit, begins floating two feet above his head.
+
SCP-3416: The wrath of the great Anoati has begun!
+
Security Officer ████ grabs his helmet and clips it back to his suit.
+
Dr. Simons: We’re going to leave now. If you need me, I’ll be back when you want to talk.
+
<End Log>
+
+
+Interview Log 3416-7
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-3416
+
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons
+
Foreword: Session took place eight days after previous interview of SCP-3416. Of note, this is the first recorded interview after interview 3416-3 (35 days previous) in which SCP-3416 did not continually attempt to kill everyone within its room. Previous accounts report the range of SCP-3416’s effects having increased outside of its safety perimeter since last interview. Due to new security protocol, however, no injuries have been recorded. A security team comprised of four officers accompanied Dr. Simons into the chamber. SCP-3416 only speaks at a shouting volume throughout the interview.
+
<Begin Log>
+
As the team enters, their security officers’ helmets are pulled from their heads. Being properly clipped to their suits, however, all helmets remained on their respective heads. The pockets of all members entering the room were flipped inside-out, and Dr. Simons’ hair was tossed around upon entry.
+
SCP-3416: Face my wrath! Your god is angered and violent! The Great Anoati's wrath will only be sated by human sacrifice!
+
Dr. Simons: Anoati, are you ready to talk?
+
SCP-3416: Never! I will turn your bones to Anoa-stone and use them to break these walls!
+
Dr. Simons: This isn’t a good use of your time. Once you start working with me, we can be productive and help you.
+
SCP-3416: The Great Anoati needs no one!
+
Dr. Simons (addressing security team): Then let’s go.
+
Dr. Simons and the security team start exiting the room.
+
SCP-3416: I will destroy this tribe myself! You and your evil people will beg as I tower over them and I will show no mercy!
+
Dr. Simons approaches the door.
+
SCP-3416: Stop! The Great Anoati has a new decree! You cannot leave this room!
+
Dr. Simons: And why would that be?
+
Noticeable silence.
+
SCP-3416: I have not been given any sacrifices! Are you not faithful?
+
Dr. Simons: I'm not here to worship you. I'm here to help you. If you need that, I can provide it. Otherwise, I'll leave.
+
Dr. Simons turns to the door.
+
SCP-3416: Wait! Anoati seeks counsel! I am not asking for help! Speak to me!
+
Dr. Simons: Alright, but do you promise not to kill me?
+
SCP-3416: No!
+
Dr. Simons: That’s too bad.
+
Dr. Simons turns to the door again.
+
SCP-3416: No!
+
Dr. Simons: I don’t want to play games, Anoati.
+
SCP-3416: Leave the guards! Come to me!
+
Dr. Simons approaches SCP-3416. The guards remain outside of the cell on stand-by.
+
Dr. Simons: What's the problem?
+
SCP-3416: There is little problem! I am a fearless and flawless god!
+
Dr. Simons: That can’t be true. What’s plaguing you?
+
SCP-3416: Anoati does not share his problems with mortals!
+
Dr. Simons: Well, why don’t you try. It’ll be a secret.
+
This is the first recorded instance of SCP-3416's volume lowering beyond a shouting volume.
+
SCP-3416: I…do not want to be alone.
+
Dr. Simons: Then let’s talk about it.
+
SCP-3416: You are but a mortal. Do not pretend to understand the feeling of a god.
+
Dr. Simons: If I understand, you'd be feeling lonely, isolated, rejected and alienated. Would I be wrong in saying that?
+
Noticeable silence.
+
SCP-3416: I don't know.
+
Dr. Simons: It's normal.
+
SCP-3416: No! I am not normal! I am a vengeful god! People worship me in awe! They sacrifice enormous pigs and piles of birds! I create miracles for them!
+
Dr. Simons: But you’re not happy right now, right?
+
SCP-3416: I am not sad. I am not powerless. This is wrong.
+
Dr. Simons: This is a hard situation.
+
SCP-3416: Where is everyone? Where are my people?
+
Dr. Simons: They're still around. They're fine.
+
SCP-3416: Who will protect them?
+
Dr. Simons: We're organizing a program to incorporate their people and culture into the outer world.
+
SCP-3416: Outer world? There is no such thing! I am God of all land! All of the world's islands come to me for worship!
+
Dr. Simons: Of course. I meant, we're working to have them survive by themselves.
+
SCP-3416: Was I such a danger to them?
+
Dr. Simons: This world is full of the unexplained. Our job is to keep it contained. To protect understanding.
+
SCP-3416: Hah! Then I shall prove your mission faulty when I break free of this cage and slaughter all of the-
+
Dr. Simons: This is not what we’re talking about.
+
SCP-3416: Everyone but you! I have deemed you worthy!
+
Dr. Simons: Thank you, Anoati.
+
SCP-3416: Now leave me! I have much to ponder!
+
Dr. Simons: Ah, that reminds me. I brought something for you. You can see color, right?
+
SCP-3416: Of course I can! I am the Great Anoati!
+
Dr. Simons presents a Rubik's Cube. This object begins to float above Dr. Simons' hands.
+
SCP-3416: What is this weird object? Why is light, yet hard? What is it?
+
Dr. Simons: It's called a Rubik's Cube.
+
SCP-3416: Why should I accept this as my tribute?
+
Dr. Simons: It can be pretty monotonous in this place. You’ll benefit from some mental stimulation. And, I think you'll enjoy it.
+
SCP-3416: And what does a mortal like yourself do with such a cube?
+
Dr. Simons: It’s a puzzle. You scramble up all the sides, and you need to rearrange it so that each side is just one color.
+
SCP-3416: Why?
+
Dr. Simons: Well, it's challenging for most people. You have to use your wits to rearrange it properly.
+
SCP-3416: Maybe for you mortals! I, the Great Anoati, have a limitless mind! This is but a speck in the field of my senses! I will solve it with ease!
+
Dr. Simons: Then I’d be glad to see that next session. For now, our time is up. I’ll see you soon.
+
SCP-3416: This cube is nothing to me!
+
<End Log>
+
+
+Interview Log 3416-8
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-3416
+
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons
+
Foreword: Session took place one week after previous interview of SCP-3416. Due to good behavior, a security team comprised of four officers remained on stand-by. SCP-3416 only speaks at a shouting volume throughout the interview.
+
<Begin Log>
+
SCP-3416 screams upon Dr. Simons' entry.
+
SCP-3416: I hate you, foul hag! You have tricked me and now, my wrath will be endless!
+
Dr. Simons: Hey, wow. Let's slow down.
+
SCP-3416: Anoati slows down for nobody!
+
Dr. Simons: What have I done wrong?
+
SCP-3416: This evil cube is unsolvable! With every foul twist it mocks me from its shining panels! I hate it! I will crush it!
+
Dr. Simons: Anoati, the cube isn't unsolvable. It's just hard to do. Most people can't solve it.
+
SCP-3416: No! I am no mortal! What is this…mind trick?
+
Dr. Simons: I assure you, I didn't mean any offense. It's just a puzzle.
+
SCP-3416: Well, Anoati despises this puzzle! I continue my war against those-who-make-weak-anoa-stone4!
+
Dr. Simons: Anoati, is there anything I can do to make you stop this?
+
SCP-3416: Sacrifice! Offer me the tribute of a life, and I shall bestow merciful mercy!
+
Dr. Simons: I'll see what I can do.
+
SCP-3416: Then go! Or I shall change my mind and slay you too!
+
<End Log>
+
+
+Interview Log 3416-9
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-3416
+
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons
+
Foreword: Session took place four days after previous interview of SCP-3416. A security team comprised of four officers remained on stand-by. SCP-3416 only speaks at a shouting volume throughout the interview.
+
<Begin Log>
+
Dr. Simons: Good news, Anoati!
+
Dr. Simons enters with two security officers carrying a single deceased specimen of Sus scrofa, known as the wild boar.
+
SCP-3416: Hah hah! Yes! Now this is a thing I like!
+
SCP-3416 smashes the Rubik's Cube, which had previously been rotating six meters off of the ground, against the cell wall.
+
SCP-3416: I do not need this evil cube anymore!
+
Dr. Simons: Now, I think you can see that we're not all bad guys here.
+
SCP-3416: The Great Anoati must still consider! Many injustices have been done against me! Is this pig all that has to be offered?
+
Dr. Simons: Hey, don't push your luck.
+
SCP-3416: I do not believe in luck! Only the power of Anoati! More pigs!
+
Dr. Simons: Well, if you're going to be ungrateful, I can leave.
+
SCP-3416: Be grateful to me! For I am merciful and strong!
+
Dr. Simons leaves.
+
Dr. Simons: I want to be on your side. But you need to work with me.
+
SCP-3416: Anoati needs no one!
+
Dr. Simons: Anoati, I’ve been working with you for a while now. If you insist on having me leave, I will. But be prepared that I won’t come back.
+
SCP-3416: Hah! Anoati is not dependent on you!
+
<End Log>
+
+
+Interview Log 3416-10
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-3416
+
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons
+
Foreword: Session took place nine days after previous interview of SCP-3416. There had been previous reports of a "loud, bellowing sound resembling deep cries" coming from SCP-3416's cell following the events of the previous interview. A security team comprised of four officers remained on stand-by. SCP-3416 only speaks at a shouting volume throughout the interview.
+
<Begin Log>
+
The wild boar from last session still remains in the center of the cell.
+
SCP-3416: Simons! You have returned to me! This is a most joyous occasion! I did not know if you should ever return!
+
Dr. Simons: Hi, Anoati. You're ready to cooperate now?
+
SCP-3416: Do not leave me again!
+
Dr. Simons: I’d love to, but I have my own life too, Anoati.
+
SCP-3416: But you will not leave forever?
+
Dr. Simons: I'll try not to.
+
SCP-3416: When you said you would leave, I felt strange and wrong! I did not like this feeling! There was nobody! You are the only one I do not want to violently murder, Simons!
+
Dr. Simons: And the tribute didn't do anything for you? I couldn't have done it myself, after all.
+
SCP-3416: I respect my tribute! For it, I will not violently murder everyone from those-who-make-weak-anoa-stone!
+
Dr. Simons: Well, it's a start.
+
SCP-3416: But I hate them and their clearly inferior Anoa-stone!
+
Dr. Simons: I understand.
+
SCP-3416: Do you have any gifts to offer me?
+
Dr. Simons: You know, you’ve still never said hello. I figured I've worked enough for at least that.
+
SCP-3416: Hello, female mortal Simons!
+
Dr. Simons: Hello, Anoati. How have you been doing?
+
SCP-3416: In deep thought! If I had not destroyed that vile cube, I could've turned it into Anoa-stone and destroyed these weak walls!
+
Dr. Simons: It's a real pity. Pig corpse didn’t give you much company?
+
SCP-3416: After three days, I tired of entertaining myself with the corpse! You may have your way with it!
+
Dr. Simons: Sure. We can take it away. And here’s a surprise for you.
+
Two security officers enter carrying a deceased specimen of Sus scrofa.
+
SCP-3416: Ah-hah! This makes me joyful! It even makes me not want to kill the black-clad strangers who accompany you! They shall be spared from my conquest!
+
Dr. Simons: That's great news, Anoati.
+
SCP-3416: Simons!
+
Dr. Simons: Yes?
+
SCP-3416: When will I see my people again?
+
Dr. Simons: I’m sure the opportunity will come soon.
+
SCP-3416: Of course! No one can resist my indomitable will!
+
Dr. Simons: Is that crying I hear?
+
SCP-3416: No! My voice is unaltered!
+
Dr. Simons: Okay, Anoati, okay. They'll be glad to see you.
+
SCP-3416: So you know, I am still wrathful and powerful! Anoati seeks sacrifice, and reverence! Base animal offerings are an acceptable way to show this!
+
Dr. Simons: Of course, Anoati.
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: Dr. Simons' claim regarding a possible temporary return of SCP-3416 to █████ ███ are completely unsubstantiated. No plans are currently in effect to bring SCP-3416 out of containment. Dr. Simons is aware and has agreed with these protocols before the interview.
+
+
+Interview Log 3416-12
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-3416
+
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons
+
Foreword: Session took place five days after previous interview of SCP-3416. A security team comprised of four officers remained on stand-by. SCP-3416 only speaks at a shouting volume throughout the interview.
+
<Begin Log>
+
Dr. Simons: Hello, Anoati.
+
SCP-3416: Dr. Simons! Seeing you is a welcome experience!
+
Dr. Simons: Thank you. I’m excited to see you too.
+
SCP-3416: Of course you would! Who would not be excited to see the Great Anoati!
+
Dr. Simons: So, I see you’ve been busy with the tribute we gave you last time.
+
The carcass from last session is in the center of the room, clearly mutilated.
+
SCP-3416: Dr. Simons! I enjoy being around you! I have made this to show you that you are one of Anoati’s chosen!
+
A “necklace,” made of a tied intestine with a heart attached, all transformed into iron, descends from the air.
+
Dr. Simons: I’m honored.
+
SCP-3416: As you should be!
+
Dr. Simons: So, I just put this around my neck?
+
SCP-3416 Yes! And then you never remove it!
+
Dr. Simons: Was there ever anybody else you’ve deemed “Anoati’s chosen?”
+
SCP-3416: No! You are a special human specimen! Relish in your specialness!
+
Dr. Simons: It’s great to work with you, Anoati.
+
SCP-3416: Yes!
+
Dr. Simons: Well, this is only gonna be a short session. I have a meeting to see if we can make those animal tributes a bit more regular for you. I’ll see you in a couple days.
Special Containment Procedures: Known contact numbers for SCP-3574 are stored on file, and are restricted to Level-4 personnel.
+
Information pertaining to the contact numbers for SCP-3574 are to be confiscated whenever located and identified. Individuals possessing or acquiring this information are to be administered amnestic treatment, or interrogated if required. Phone calls of potential SCP-3574 clients are to be monitored for conversations with SCP-3574-C. If such conversations are identified, the transmission is to be terminated, and the client apprehended.
+
Instances of SCP-3574-A or B are to be contained when located and identified. Agents assigned to retrieve these instances are to exercise caution, as SCP-3574-A are potentially bio-hazardous or infectious. As such, SCP-3574-A are to be kept within humanoid containment cells with the ability to be hermetically sealed. SCP-3574-B are to be kept within a refrigerated BSL-2 storage unit, until the expiration of SCP-3574-A. When appropriate or necessary, the retrieval of the body of SCP-3574 may be facilitated.
+
Orders given by SCP-3574-C are to be recorded and submitted to Level-4 personnel. Investigations are ongoing to determine the identity and location of SCP-3574-C. Resources have been allocated to the containment of the individual.
+
Description: SCP-3574 is an anomalous service which offers to facilitate the termination, injury, illness, or loss of possessions of targeted humans of a client's choosing. These targeted subjects are henceforth referred to as SCP-3574-A. The monetary price of SCP-3574 varies, depending on the service requested.
+
SCP-3574 is accessible through telephone contact, after dialing one of several numbers. Contact numbers are delivered by letter to individuals with hostile or negative intentions. The source of these letters have not been determined, and assumed to be anomalous in nature. If contact is successful, an individual, designated SCP-3574-C will converse with the client. The voice of SCP-3574-C is modulated, however, a Hungarian accent is discernible. All attempts to identify this individual have been met with failure. Furthermore, attempts to trace the telephone call results in inconsistent and conflicting results.
+
Over the telephone call, the client is able to discuss the nature of the effects desired for SCP-3574-A. If the desired effects requested by the client are feasible, clients will be instructed to obtain one live sheep (Ovis ariess), terminate it, then remove a body part to be delivered to the target of their choosing, either directly or indirectly. The body part will henceforth be referred to as SCP-3574-B. SCP-3574-C will then instruct clients to remove the viscera of the animal, and insert a specified amount of cash into its abdominal cavity. The type of effect manifested on SCP-3574-A depends on the body part sent, as well as the specifications provided by the client. The effect of each body part is listed as follows:
+
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The head results in expiration, or unexplained disappearance.
+
The tail results in an illness or disease described by the client1.
+
Hooves result in one or more injuries, ranging from fractures to disfigurement.
+
The heart results in financial losses, or damage to the reputation of SCP-3574-A.
+
+
These effects occur spontaneously, through unknown means, after a period of time decided by the client. Illnesses and injuries are irreversible through conventional methods, and have not been observed to heal. After SCP-3574-A expires or is afflicted by the desired effect, the body of SCP-3574-B will vanish, along with the cash placed within. Any other object placed in the body, such as tracking or recording devices, will not vanish along with it. If a client attempts to extort SCP-3574-A, in order to regain the money lost to SCP-3574, he or she will experience the effects intended for SCP-3574-A, and the original target will subsequently be exempt from any detrimental effects.
+
Upon initial delivery of SCP-3574-B, SCP-3574-C will contact SCP-3574-A, informing the subject that he or she has committed a transgression, and will be "punished", unless specific orders are followed. Any attempts to dispose of SCP-3574-B will be met with failure, with the object reappearing in various locations within the place of residence of SCP-3574-A.
+
The effects of SCP-3574 can be neutralized if SCP-3574-A successfully follows the orders of SCP-3574-C. Recorded orders include termination of family members through specific methods2, removal and incineration of the subject's non-vital organs, and self-amputation without sedatives. Alternatively, it has been determined that affixing SCP-3574-B to its body will inhibit the development of detrimental effects on SCP-3574-A, unless the subject had already expired. As such, clients will often conceal the body to prevent this from occurring.
+
Document 3574-1: The following text is an example of a letter, confiscated from a potential client of SCP-3574.
+
+
We know you've been hurt, we know you've suffered injustice, we know how it feels.
+
We can make it go away, we can right the wrongs you have faced, we can deliver justice when others cannot.
+
We know you are interested; the oracle knows.
+
Contact [REDACTED] for further instructions.
+
+
The reverse side of all letters from SCP-3574 contain a message of unknown context, accompanied by images depicting four decapitated goat or sheep heads. The text is listed as follows.
+
+
The oracle tells us all. These are its words.
+
"Oracles; there are more.
+Though thought to be three,
+In fact there are four,
+And the fourth one is me."
+
+
Addendum: On ██/██/2002, Agent Kershoff alerted researchers that he had received a letter from SCP-3574 at his place of residence. He was permitted to contact the number, for purposes of documentation. The audio log is available in the following document.
SCP-3574-C: The oracles tell us many things. Sometimes the past. Sometimes the present. Sometimes the future. The fourth one, however, tells us that the future is not set in stone. You can trust us, rest assured. We know all that we need to know about you, Mr. Kershoff. You have nothing to fear. We know that you are thinking of someone. No. Thinking of quite a few people, I see. I am going to tell you that we can right the wrongs that have been committed, in almost any way you desire. Allow us to rid you of any doubts you may have about us.
+
Kershoff: Elaborate.
+
SCP-3574-C: Where to begin? How about your father?
+
Kershoff: What do-
+
SCP-3574-C: He was… murdered wasn't he? Yes, murdered by █████ ██████. The oracle has told us everything. The police, they let him get away. Unpunished. They said that there wasn't enough evidence… but we know better. Don't we? We know they were in on it. They let a murderer walk free, and your family suffered. Such suffering. What about the drug dealer that sold your brother the drugs, that resulted in his death? Your brother… never got over your father's death, did he? That's why he did it.
+
Kershoff: That's- How do you know about those events?
+
SCP-3574-C: Please, Mr. Kershoff, this conversation isn't about me. It's about you. And what you want. What about your wife? No, no, we know you don't want to hurt her. Never. But what about Mr. █████? She is staying with him behind your back. I'm sure you know.
+
Kershoff: I…
+
SCP-3574-C: Yes. It isn't your fault you are… busy. Very busy all the time. But she couldn't understand. We both know. You are… hurt over this. Yes? Even though you just want a better life for the both of-
+
Kershoff: Stop. These matters are none of your concern. You are to answer my questions.
+
SCP-3574-C: Perhaps you would want him to disappear from your wife's life? The oracle can make it happen. We can take care of your problems. We can't bring back the people you love, but we can bring justice. We can give you peace. For a small price.
+
Kershoff: I said stop. I'm not interested. Answer my question. Tell me what I need to know.
+
SCP-3574-C: We both know the truth; the oracle tells us. You hesitated; you are interested. And we have already told you all you need to know. We can make your problems disappear. Or, if you are interested in slower, more painful solutions-
+
Kershoff: I'm not interested… Answer my question. What is the oracle?
+
SCP-3574-C: We both know that is not what you desire. But if giving you some insight will convince you to trust us, we can tell you what you need to know.
+
Kershoff: What is the oracle? Explain it to me in a way I can understand.
+
SCP-3574-C: Mr. Kershoff, you are a mystery. Most of our clients are happy just to know that we can address their problems in almost any way they desire. Your false quest for answers are taking up our precious time.
+
Kershoff: Explain the nature of the oracle.
+
SCP-3574-C: Very well, Mr. Kershoff, I will shed some light on the matter, but after this, no more. Our time is precious. The oracle has been in my family's possession for 6 generations; for many years my family kept it a secret from the outside world. All that time, it did not speak, until a few years back. It gave us the cryptic riddle included in the message. We know it is hungry. It needs to be fed. If not, terrible things would happen. To circumvent this, we offer people services, to fix the injustice they had suffered. In turn, the oracle feeds off the wicked people who step over others. It is for… the greater good. Yes? That is all I am willing to say. Now. Shall we discuss your desires?
+
Kershoff: I don't understand. Earlier you said, the "fourth one". Elaborate. What is the nature of the oracle?
+
SCP-3574-C: (sighs) Well, Mr. Kershoff, if you aren't interested now, we can continue… another time, perhaps. We are also busy, and have many clients. The oracle is often impatient and hungry. But we are always available, and you know how to contact us. We know you will.
+
(The transmission is terminated by SCP-3574-C at this point)
Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation personnel are advised to avoid reading brochures for self-guided tours in the state of Florida, and to bring any such brochures they find to their local Archival Department to be transferred to Mobile Task Force Lambda-12 ("Pest Control").
+
Lambda-12 has been assigned to investigate potential SCP-3640-Alpha hunting grounds. They are authorized to terminate instances of SCP-3640-Alpha with lethal force. All known SCP-3640 hunting grounds have had their surrounding properties acquired by the Foundation; these properties are to be used as subsidized accommodations for Foundation personnel on mental health leave who have not read any instance of SCP-3640.
+
The legal department of the Walt Disney Company is currently under surveillance for any documentation that might indicate awareness of SCP-3640-Alpha.
+
Description: Instances of SCP-3640 are tourist brochures advertising self-guided tours of areas associated with urban legends, hauntings, cryptid sightings, and folklore in the US state of Florida. An individual that reads an instance of SCP-3640 and visits the specified starting location at any of the specified times will be subject to predation by an instance of SCP-3640-Alpha.
+
Instances of SCP-3640-Alpha are predatory organisms that superficially resemble uniformed mascots associated with media properties owned by the Walt Disney Company mass media conglomerate (such as Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Minnie Mouse, and Goofy). Though they are endemic and widespread throughout the state of Florida, instances of SCP-3640-Alpha are observed to hunt only at the times and locations specified in SCP-3640.
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Testing with D-Class personnel has shown that SCP-3640-Alpha instances follow certain rules while selecting prey:
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SCP-3640-Alpha instances will only approach individuals who have read SCP-3640.
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If any member of a group has not read the brochure, then SCP-3640-Alpha instances will avoid the group entirely.
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If all members of a group have read the brochure, then the number of SCP-3640-Alpha instances preying on the group will be equivalent to the number of members in the group.
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SCP-3640-Alpha instances will not pursue prey that cross outside of Florida state lines.
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It is still unclear how instances of SCP-3640-Alpha grow, reproduce, or consume prey.
NOTES:The purpose of this mission was to incapacitate an instance of SCP-3640-Alpha for retrieval (or tag it for later tracking). D-15 was primed with an instance of SCP-3640 advertising a tour of the Saint John's River1. He was equipped with a subdermal GPS tracker in his stomach and limbs, a head-mounted camera and radio, and an electroshock collar. A dart pistol with tranquilizer rounds modified with GPS beacons was provided.
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D-15 was dropped at the bank of the St. John's River approximately 3 kilometers outside of Orlando at 2000 hours (EST) and instructed to follow the tour directions in the brochure.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Command: D-15, check in. How are you doing?
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D-15: I've been better.
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Command: Please follow the tour directions in the brochure. If you spot a Disney costume, shoot it with your tranquilizer gun.
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D-15: …Understood. (whispering) Jesus, [REDACTED], what the hell are you doing?
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[D-15 proceeds north along the river, pausing occasionally to read the brochure.]
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D-15: So, uh, Command. Do you think you could, uh, tell me a little more about what I'm supposed to be tracking?
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Command: You're not tracking anything. Just keep following the tour.
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D-15: Come on, please? This is a lake monster tour but I'm on the lookout for fucking Mickey Mouse. Just tell me why?
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[D-15 turns to look at the river; there is a ripple of water at the surface. He pauses and follows the ripple with the flashlight, revealing a partially submerged alligator.]
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D-15: (whispering) Whoa.
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Command: D-15, please pay attention to the tour directions.
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D-15: (whispering) Sorry, sorry - I've just never seen one of these in real life before.
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[D-15 moves closer to the riverbank.]
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Command: Please return to the tour or we will have to stimulate you.
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D-15: Okay, okay, jeez. I'm going, I'm going.
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[D-15 moves back and checks the brochure briefly. His gaze remains fixated on the alligator until the flashlight can no longer illuminate it.]
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D-15: Oh, uh, Command? I've reached the end of the tour. I've followed all the directions. It's just more river.
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Command: Understood. Turn around and return to the drop-off point for pickup.
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[D-15 remains where he is for several moments, looking at the riverbank.]
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D-15: Christ, this is creepy.
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[As D-15 turns around, there is a splashing sound from the river. D-15 looks back at the river; his flashlight illuminates an SCP-3640-Alpha instance, resembling Donald Duck, emerging and climbing up the bank.]
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D-15: What the fuck?
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[D-15 immediately begins shooting the instance and backpedaling; it does not react or make any sound apart from its footsteps as it advances towards D-15.]
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D-15: Uh, I'm out of ammo. Command?
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Command: Retreat slowly. Try to keep it in your vision; the retrieval team is advancing towards your position.
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[D-15 breaks into a sprint and flees in the direction of the retrieval point. For the next several minutes, all of Command's attempts at communication are ignored; all that can be heard is D-15's breathing and the sound of his own footsteps until he pauses to catch his breath. He turns around; there is no sign of the Donald Duck costume.]
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D-15: (panting) What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.
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Command: D-15, report. Why did you run away?
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D-15: Because that was fucking terrifying, pardon my French. Look, I'm sorry and please don't zap me but that was the scariest thing I've ever seen. Okay?
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Command: Fair enough. You're still going to receive a reprimand once you return to base.
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D-15: I'll take it. How far away is the retrieval team?
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Command: About ten minutes from your location. Just keep going, you'll run into them shortly.
[At that moment, there is a splashing sound from the river. D-15 turns to see the SCP-3640-Alpha instance rapidly climbing out of the riverbank and running towards him.]
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D-15: Jesus fu-
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[The instance assaults D-15 and knocks the camera and radio off of his head. The radio picks up the sounds of a struggle as well as several splashing sounds. D-15 does not re-establish contact. Upon arriving, the retrieval team acquires the camera but reports no sign of either D-15 or the SCP-3640-Alpha instance.]
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[END LOG]
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NOTE:D-15's subdermal transmitters continued to operate, traveling down the St. Johns River and into Orlando. The last known location of the transmitters was outside of the EPCOT amusement park; Mobile Task Force Lambda-12 was dispatched to investigate.
[Shortly after dark, Lambda-12 arrives at the last known location of D-1525's transmitter: a small, one-story concrete hut on the outskirts of EPCOT. In addition to their standard equipment, L1 is equipped with a flamethrower; L2 with a net launcher; L3 and L4 with heavy-caliber shotguns.]
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L1: Alright lads. You know the drill. We go in, we bag Donald, we come out. Questions?
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L3: Remember when we just used to hunt bugs?
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L2: You telling me you'd rather go back to that?
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L3: I watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with my niece - fuck yes I would.
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L1: Knock it off - come on. I'll take point. 3, 4, guard our flank.
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L2, L3, L4: Yessir.
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[There is a broken padlock on the door to the hut. L1 pushes the door open, revealing a nondescript maintenance shed. The shelves are nearly empty; L1 picks up a roll of duct tape and examines it.]
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L1: Not quite what I was expecting.
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L2: Uh, sir? There's a hatch.
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[L2 points to a trap door in the middle of the floor.]
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L3: Goddamnit. Why can't we ever go upstairs for once?
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[L1 opens the trap door and peers down. Underneath is a ladder leading into a large, dimly lit tunnel.]
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L1: Tunnel looks clear. I'll go down first, then you three in order.
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[L1 slides down the ladder quickly, followed by L2, L3, and L4. The tunnel is curved in shape and progresses for an unknown distance north and south of the ladder, curving out of sight around a bend in both directions.]
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L1: I don't like this one bit. Too easy for us to get ambushed… stay sharp lads.
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L2: (whispering) These tunnels run all under Disney World, yanno. It's how all the mascots get around.
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L4: (whispering) Quiet.
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[Lambda-12 proceeds north; the tunnel appears to have been abandoned for a significant period of time. The team passes by several empty storage and dressing rooms. As the team proceeds through the tunnel, a low rumbling noise becomes audible. The team follows the noise to a closed door and stop outside.]
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L1: (whispering) Predator formation. I have point.
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[L1 opens the door carefully to an abandoned boiler room. The room is empty, although the boiler is active. At the foot of the boiler is a white mascot costume that is curled up around an unidentified object. While L1 and L3 watch the door, L2 carefully approaches the costume at L1's signal. He examines it and then nudges it with the barrel of his net launcher. There is no response. L2 nudges the costume again.]
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L2: (whispering) It's an… an empty Daisy costume.
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L3: (whispering) The hell?
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L2: It's just an empty costume. It's not even - it's not even anomalous, I don't think. Something in it?
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[L2 carefully reaches into the costume and extracts a human arm bone.]
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L2: Lord Almighty. You think it's the…?
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L3: Way things usually go? Yes.
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L1: What's the poor bastard got behind him?
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L2: I think these are… Jesus. I think it's an egg.
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[L2 reaches past the costume and picks up a purple, partially translucent plastic egg similar to a two-piece plastic Easter egg. A small, embryo-like object can be seen wriggling inside the egg.]
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L4: Christ.
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L1: Careful with those things - the fellows at base will want a closer look. Any more?
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L2: Worse. Eggshells.
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[L2 passes the egg to L3 and then picks up two plastic egg halves, showing them to the rest of the squad.]
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L4: Fuck me.
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L3: Base ain't gonna like this.
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L1: 3, grab the D-class too. Base might want it - poor sod deserves an honest burial, at least.
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[L3 straps his tranquilizer rifle to his back and picks up the costume in a fireman's carry. A bone falls out of the costume.]
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L2: Good luck sleepin' tonight, eh?
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L3: Shuddu - shhh! Hear that?
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[All members of Lambda-12 freeze. A faintly audible dripping sound can be heard, though it is rapidly decreasing in intensity.]
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L1: (whispering) Prey formation. I have point.
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[At L1's signal, L3 moves behind him, while both L2 and L4 move to surround L3. L1 moves to the door and then quickly kicks it open, bringing up his flamethrower as he exits into the tunnel.]
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L1: Clear… careful of the floor.
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[There is a trail of dark fluid leading away from the boiler room, in the direction initially taken by Lambda-12 upon first entering the tunnel system. Bits of what is later identified as polyester stuffing are floating in the fluid. L1 picks up a long white thread that has been caught on the edge of the boiler room door.]
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L1: I don't like the looks of this. Stay sharp… watch the ceilings.
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[Lambda-12 retrace their steps to exfiltrate the tunnels. Although they do not encounter anything while exfiltrating, they observe that the trail of liquid exactly matches the route of infiltration. Lambda-12 pause upon reaching the ladder to the surface; its rungs are coated in the fluid. L1 grabs ahold of the rung, pauses for a moment, then rapidly climbs the ladder and hauls himself up. The hut is empty.]
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L1: Hut's empty. 2, you're up. 3, pass the goods up to 2 once he's up and then follow. 4, you're last.
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[L2 ascends without incident. L3 passes the costume as well as the egg samples up, then he and L4 ascend as well. The group look around the shed briefly; the trail of liquid and polyester ends at a nearby shelf. L1 crosses over to it and examines a used duct tape roll.]
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L1: This roll. I could have sworn there was some tape left over…
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[There is a pause before the group hastily exits the hut.]
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NOTE:Lambda-12 returned to base without incident. The bones in the mascot costume were identified as D-1525's. The egg collected by Lambda-12 was kept under watch in an incubation chamber with the recovered mascot costume. Although the object inside the egg appeared to develop over time, it ultimately failed to hatch.
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After several weeks, the egg was opened and found to contain a miniature stuffed Donald Duck toy. Dissection of the toy revealed a purple plastic endoskeleton; this structure was connected via a rudimentary muscular system composed of white polyester stuffing, and also contained a cardiovascular system comprised of latex. No digestive, excretory, or reproductive systems were identified.
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Addendum: Connections to Disney and the Florida Government
+The following letter, bearing the Walt Disney logo and dated to 1979, was recovered from [REDACTED]. All living persons associated with Reuben Askew2, the Orlando Police Department, the legal department of the Walt Disney Company, and SCP-2805 have professed ignorance of this document and SCP-3640. No other documents recovered from Reuben Askew or the Walt Disney company have indicated knowledge of or a connection to SCP-3640.
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Dear Governor Askew,
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The Walt Disney Company thanks you for your cooperation in this matter regarding the unlicensed Walt Disney character operators. Please pass along the following information, collected by the outstanding men and women of the City of Orlando's Police Department, to the Florida National Guard:
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If a character is spotted, call to get its attention and then rapidly flash your flashlights at the costume. If it does not flinch, fire on sight.
+Aim at the head if possible; else, aim at the knees to disable them and then finish them off with head shots. Body shots have been shown to lack effectiveness.
+Deceased characters are to be incinerated. No other means of disposal are advised.
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We are currently pursuing alternative legal means of shutting down these unlicensed operators and hope to achieve a settlement within the end of the year.
Special Containment Procedures: Currently, there is an unknown number of uncontained SCP-3757 instances. Captured SCP-3757 instances are to be kept collectively in a standard insectoid containment cell with dim lighting. A used rubber tire is to be placed in the containment cell every two days for consumption.
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Areas affected by SCP-3757 are to be concealed with black tarp extending 2 meters taller than the area and surrounded by wire fencing. Additionally, signs stating that the area is "under construction" are to be placed along the perimeter. All fixtures may be removed only after the metamorphosis is completed (three weeks on average) and the area is cleared of any remaining evidence of the incident.
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Foundation agents have been dispatched to the Midwestern United States to search for leads concerning Hive Detailing & Restoration Midwest, LLC.
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Description: SCP-3757 is a species of insect bearing close similarities to Phausis reticulata (commonly known as a "blue ghost" firefly). SCP-3757 instances are completely identical to natural fireflies, with the exception of a slightly larger size (22mm on average) and two other major biological differences.
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The first is the presence of a spinneret, located on the front of the lower abdomen and above the luminescent organ. The spinneret is fully functional and can be used to form webbing in a similar fashion to most spiders. Researchers have concluded that the reason for the increased size is to store webbing within its body more effectively.
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The second noted biological difference between SCP-3757 and members of the Phausis reticulata species concerns SCP-3757’s webbing, which is consistent with different types of construction material, the most common being plastic and rubber, rather than silk. The majority of SCP-3757 instances have exhibited the ability to only synthesize one type of material, although a minority are able to create more than one.
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Additionally, SCP-3757 has been seen feeding on non-organic sources as opposed to plant pollen and nectar. Testing has shown that SCP-3757 does not consume the same webbing material in order to create it (e.g. consume rubber to make rubber web). As such, it is currently unknown how it is able to produce these materials.
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Discovery: The Foundation first gained knowledge of SCP-3757 during an incident within Perkins Park in Burlington, Iowa. The park houses a playground that, according to city officials, was very popular several years ago, but had lost a significant amount of traffic due to safety concerns among parents. Most frequent comments were as follows:
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Metal slides in varying heights with rusty railings
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Swing sets disconnected from suspension chains
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Graffiti on play structures
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Wooden benches in disrepair; splintered planks in minor cases, planks completely missing in severe cases.
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Weeds and overgrowth under majority of play structures.
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Incident Log:
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08/20/17, approx. 10:00pm CST: An evening jogger had reported to local police authorities what they had believed to be an attempt to vandalize the playground area. Upon closer inspection, a swarm of SCP-3757 had coated the entire playground in webbing (later testing confirmed the material to be a rubber compound). Soon after, a Foundation agent implanted in the police force requested assistance from Site-319 to begin containment, following procedures listed at the top of the document.
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08/21/17, approx. 7:00am CST: The communal webbing made by the SCP-3757 swarm had formed into a dome construct over the playground equipment and hardened, resembling a cocoon. Overall toughness of the cocoon was found to be similar to plexiglass, with thickness estimated at 9cm. Request sent to Site-319 Director for permission to use force to break through the surface. Request denied.
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08/25/17, approx. 2:30pm CST: SCP-3757 instances are seen entering through a crevice at the apex of the cocoon. Several instances are successfully recovered at this time and are taken back to Site-319 for study.
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08/25/17-09/09/17: Very subtle vibrations in the cocoon become apparent. Sounds can be heard from the inside of the cocoon, described to be similar to squeaking plastic and clinking metal. Researchers note a smell akin to burning rubber. An attempt to view the inside of the cocoon is made via camera, but it is disabled upon entry due to hard plastic coating the lens, presumably from an SCP-3757 instance.
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09/10/17, approx. 11:15pm CST: SCP-3757 instances are seen exiting the cocoon and leaving the park area. Attempts to follow the flight paths of several SCP-3757 instances to their point of origin are met with failure: each instance traveled to different locations, the majority stopping to feed on lawn ornaments or garden hoses, and further investigation found no connection to SCP-3757 among any of them.
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09/13/17, approx. 6:00am CST: Cocoon begins to crack, starting from the entry crevice at the top. This continues for 2.5 hours. At the end of the process, the playground is revealed to have been modified to some degree. Previous testimonies from surrounding neighborhoods are proven to be irrelevant, as all playground equipment appears to be brand new after a thorough investigation of the playground site. Large play structures have a logo imprinted on them, depicting a cartoonish wasp hive and "HIVE DETAILING & RESTORATION MIDWEST, LLC" underneath. No SCP-3757 instances are found during clean-up and fragments of the cocoon are taken for study.
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Addendum: No web results have appeared for HD&R Midwest, nor have any transaction records among construction suppliers yielded any useful information.
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One month after the discovery incident, a cover story had been prepared for Burlington City Council. They were cleared to launch a "Grand Reopening" of the Perkins Park playground after Foundation agents confirmed the playground had not exhibited any anomalous activity since emergence, with a shell company created by the Foundation taking credit for the new additions to the playground.
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In the eight months following the discovery incident, there have been four additional SCP-3757 related incidents sighted and secured by the Foundation in the Midwestern United States. Each incident shares a common trait of park playgrounds that have not been maintained or updated to meet modern safety standards. It is unclear if SCP-3757 will cease repairing public areas, in the event that all playground areas are made safe, or if they will "reassign" themselves to other recreational areas.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3763 is to be stored in the Anomalous Vehicle Containment Center at Site-48. All maintenance of SCP-3763 must be completed with the knowledge and consent of SCP-3763-1.
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SCP-3763-1 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-48. As SCP-3763-1 believes it is in the custody of Marshall, Carter and Dark LLP, all personnel working with SCP-3763-1 are to maintain this deception by any means necessary. SCP-3763-1 is allowed access to approved entertainment material in exchange for its cooperation during testing of SCP-3763.
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Description: SCP-3763 is a 1964 Chevrolet Biscayne sedan. The vehicle is installed with a "Thalbrum Vehicle Security System", believed to be the source of its anomalous effects. Otherwise, SCP-3763 will operate in a non-anomalous manner.
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SCP-3763-1 is a young European-American adult male by the name of Daniel Thalbrum. SCP-3763-1 is legally recognized as the owner of SCP-3763, and therefore possesses complete control of its properties. SCP-3763-1 has stated that the "vehicle security system" SCP-3763 is installed with is the invention of Howard Thalbrum, SCP-3763-1's deceased father.
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SCP-3763 presents a memetic effect on any individuals attempting to interact with the vehicle without the permission of SCP-3763-1. Said individuals will experience an anomalous unwillingness to make contact with SCP-3763 when within a radius of three meters. When asked why, affected individuals will cite the "security system" as the reason for their refusal. SCP-3763-1 is immune to these effects, and is able to cancel the memetic effect on others by giving verbal or written consent for affected individuals to interact with SCP-3763.
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In the event that a substance is ejected towards SCP-3763, an invisible barrier will materialize, covering the outermost surfaces of SCP-3763, and suspended around it by approximately 3 centimeters. This barrier will deflect all materials and objects thrown at SCP-3763. Said materials will be able to make contact with SCP-3763 with the consent of SCP-3763-1.
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Discovery: The existence of SCP-3763 was uncovered on 7/22/2010 by intercepting communications between employees of Marshall, Carter and Dark LLP regarding a "Thalbrum Vehicle Security System." A prototype would be transferred to MC&D representatives at St. Everetts Memorial Hospital in Laurel Creek, California on 7/24/2010. SCP-3763-1 would accompany the vehicle on behalf of the late inventor.
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The Foundation was able to intercept this delivery by posing as MC&D representatives, and deceiving SCP-3763-1 into turning over SCP-3763 to the Foundation. Due to SCP-3763-1 giving permission to interact with SCP-3763 as needed, delivery to Site-48 was successful.
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Interview Log: The following interview was completed shortly after the arrival of SCP-3763-1 into Foundation custody.
Researcher Tsai: Hello, Mr. Thalbrum. My name is Terrance Tsai, and I am here today for your orientation as a honorary employee of Marshall, Carter and Dark Limited Liability Partnership.
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SCP-3763-1: Hi, sir. Please, call me Daniel. It's nice to meet you.
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Researcher Tsai: I have heard that your late father, Howard, invented a revolutionary new vehicle security system. Do you know how it works?
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SCP-3763-1: Nah. My dad liked to keep secrets, especially around my mom, when she was still around.
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Researcher Tsai: Do you mind if we run a few tests on the prototype vehicle? We'll need to see how the security system works before we can… um… put it out on the market.
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SCP-3763-1: Yeah, sure. Just don't crash it, it's actually my dad's first car. He had it since his teens. It's like a piece of him is still around, you know?
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Researcher Tsai: Thank you for your cooperation, Daniel. Another representative will meet you in here, and show you to your new room.
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Closing Statement: [After this interview, SCP-3763-1 was taken to its containment chamber.]
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Test Logs: The following is an incomplete list of experiments regarding SCP-3763.
Procedure: D-3578 was instructed to enter SCP-3763 without permission from SCP-3763-1.
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Results: As D-3578 approached SCP-3763, he became apprehensive about his instructions, and refused to make contact with SCP-3763. When asked why, D-3578 cited the "security system" as his reason. SCP-3763-1, who was watching the experiment, then gave verbal permission to D-3578 to enter SCP-3763. D-3578 complied with the original instructions, and sat in the front passenger seat of SCP-3763.
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Notes:This security system appears to be a memetic hazard, and may not actually provide physical security for SCP-3763. -Researcher Xiao
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Procedure: D-6550 and D-4389 were both instructed to enter SCP-3763 without permission from SCP-3763-1.
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Results: D-6550 and D-4389 both refused to interact with SCP-3763. When SCP-3763-1 gave verbal consent, both personnel entered SCP-3763.
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Notes:SCP-3763 possesses the ability to affect multiple people at once. -Dr. Ficarra
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Procedure: Researcher Wendyl Wong attempted to operate SCP-3763 around a testing track at Site-48, in order to measure possible performance discrepancies due to its anomalous effects.
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Results: With the approval of SCP-3763-1, Researcher Wong entered SCP-3763, but refused to drive the vehicle. SCP-3763-1 had to give additional permission for Researcher Wong to drive SCP-3763. No discrepancies in performance were recorded.
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Procedure: An open bucket of red paint was thrown onto SCP-3763 by a mechanical arm, as no personnel were willing to throw the paint themselves. SCP-3763-1 was not informed of this test.
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Results: The paint was repelled away from the surface of SCP-3763 by an unseen obstruction. The paint, including the bucket, did not contact SCP-3763.
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Notes:In the event that contact with SCP-3763 seems unavoidable, the vehicle will be able to divert the materials in another direction to avoid contact. -Dr. Srivastava
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Procedure: Two machine guns were mounted onto mechanical arms, and instructed to fire upon SCP-3763. SCP-3763-1 was not informed of this test.
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Results: All bullets with a trajectory towards SCP-3763 halted in mid-air about 2 meters from the vehicle, and fell to the ground. No damage to SCP-3763 was recorded.
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Notes:There appears to be a unique effect on firearms, as the bullets stopped farther away from SCP-3763 than other materials, and did not bounce away. -Dr. Boudames
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Procedure: Foundation mechanic Nathanial Knapp attempted to wash SCP-3763 and change its oil and tires. Knapp was not informed of SCP-3763's anomalous properties.
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Results: When in close proximity to SCP-3763, Knapp was suddenly unwilling to perform maintenance, citing his "lack of experience" with vintage cars. SCP-3763-1 had to give written permission for Knapp to perform the necessary repairs. When attempting to spray water onto SCP-3763 for a wash, Knapp reported that the water instead accumulated on the invisible barrier, giving the appearance of floating puddles. SCP-3763-1 had to issue permission for the water to make contact with SCP-3763. When Knapp attempted to pour oil into the engine, the invisible barrier repelled the oil, resulting in the oil entering Knapp's orifices. Knapp was sent to the infirmary, and all repairs were cancelled.
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Procedure: A Ford F-650 would be driven towards SCP-3763 to measure the ability of its invisible barrier. As no personnel were willing to operate the vehicle themselves, a bipedal automaton would drive instead. SCP-3763-1 was not informed of this test.
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Results: When the test vehicle reached a distance of 25 meters from SCP-3763, its front fascia caved in and both axles locked up. The vehicle halted to a complete stop 3 meters from SCP-3763. The test vehicle was successfully repaired after this experiment. No damage was recorded on SCP-3763.
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Addendum: Following the initial containment of SCP-3763, a raid was conducted on the former Thalbrum family apartment in an effort to retrieve information regarding SCP-3763. While no such information was found, two letters were discovered, having been sent between SCP-3763-1 and Howard Thalbrum, who was staying at the St. Everetts Memorial Hospital when the letters were written. Both letters have been transcribed below.
I want you to know that I'm doing okay. I'm sorry that I'm not able to see you. However, I'm able to write this letter to you.
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I know a lot is going on right now. The people at Marshall, Carter and Dark are probably trying to get you to sign something. I just want you to know that I still love you, and I always will. If I could visit you, I would, but I'm just really busy right now, with school and all.
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I heard the news about your cancer. They told me you only have a few weeks left. That has to be scary, and I can't imagine the pain you must be going through.
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Look, I know I wasn't the best person I could've been. I could've studied more and hung out with better people. When I heard about your diagnosis, I admit I was a bit self centered in how I responded. I worried about me, about how I would survive without either of my parents. But now I realize that I should've worried about you instead. I should've been there for you, to comfort you as your last days ticked away. I should've reminded you about the things you built, the lasting impact your inventions would have. But instead I just shunned you. I didn't even think of visiting until now, when I can't anymore.
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I have so much regret I want to express, all the pain and lost time I'll never get back. The memories I could've made with you after Mom left, they never happened. I wanted to follow my own path, ignoring the man who took care of me by himself.
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I just want to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm sorry that I can't see you anymore, I'm sorry about how I wasn't there for you. I hope you can forgive me.
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I love you.
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Your son,
+Daniel Thalbrum
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Saint Everetts Memorial Hospital
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Patient Memo, 5-14-2010
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To Daniel,
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Thank you for writing a letter. You never were good at writing letters anyway, so it's good that you are practicing.
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While I am disappointed that you are unable to visit your old man, I am still grateful to hear from you. I have been working well with Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP regarding my invention.
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I appreciate your longing to have spent more time with me, and to be honest, many of the activities you partook in disappointed me. However, I admit that I did not make a big effort to connect with you more, as I was focused on my invention. I should've tried to be more of an influence in your life, instead of chasing riches that I know I'll never get. It took a cancer diagnosis for me to appreciate the time I have left, but I'm glad that you don't need such an event to happen to yourself to appreciate life.
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After your mother left, I became more focused on my pet project. As a result, I neglected my role as a father in your life, as I was obsessed with success and fortune. Now that I've found an investor, I won't even be able to enjoy any wealth that my invention brings me. I'm still going with the contract in order to set up a royalty system for you, and your future. The money's going to have to go to someone, after all. I just want you to remember that time is short, and there's only so much to do. I want you to do great things with the money, and benefit many people.
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I suppose that's all I have to write to you. I've also put in my will that full ownership of my Biscayne will go to you as well. Oh, and I also accept your apology.
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Goodbye, my son. I'll see you some other day. I love you too.
Special Containment Procedures: All recovered SCP-3801 instances are stored in a Class-C storage lockers, with at least one instance being present at each site containing memetic hazards. Sites requesting use of class E amnestics or higher are eligible to utilize SCP-3801 instances at the discretion of foundation personnel with level four clearance or higher. Transport and administration of SCP-3801 instances is managed by MTF Omicron-89 (“Ghostwriters”). Under no circumstances should anyone be forced to use an SCP-3801 instance (If noncompliance is expected, the subject should be asked to use the object without explanation).
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Description: SCP-3801 is a collection of 794 loose-leaf journals which produce an amnestic effect capable of purging most memetic effects on any human who records events within the object. This effect only occurs after the pages written on are removed. Pages removed from the notebooks invariably disappear within five minutes of removal.
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When all individuals aware of an event record it within an SCP-3801 instance and the corresponding pages are removed, some form of fictional recollection of said event will spontaneously begin circulating within the general population. These recollections can be expressed in mediums including books, video games, and children’s stories and are entirely mundane except for their origin. The actual creation of these recollections also appear to be mundane. Authors detained and interviewed by Foundation personnel have claimed to have been working on the recollection for months or years before the date SCP-3801 was used.
Subjects: 2 individuals who had made contact with SCP-████ (terminated)
+Procedure: Subjects were instructed to record their experience encountering SCP-████. The pages were then removed from the SCP-3801 instance.
+Results: Subjects displayed no memories of the encounter within 5 minutes of the pages being removed. Eight days later, an oral narrative of a doll that murdered the individuals who purchased it before returning to the store it was originally sold at began circulating at █████ Elementary School, NJ.
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Test 2 - ██/██/██
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Subject: 1 D-Class Personnel
+Procedure: The subject removed one blank page of an SCP-3801 instance
+Results: SCP-3801’s pages disappeared in the same manner as the pages that were written on in Test 1. The D-Class Personnel reported no memory loss. No spontaneous recollections of the event were observed circulating the general population.
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Test 3 - ██/██/██
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Subject: 1 D-Class Personnel
+Procedure: The subject wrote down their breakfast in an SCP-3801 instance and tore out the page.
+Results: The subject displayed no recollection of what they had first consumed on the day of testing within 2 minutes of the page being removed. Other D-Class personnel present in the cafeteria at the time displayed no loss of memory. No unexplained recollections of the event were observed circulating the general population.
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Test 4 - ██/██/██
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Subject: 17 Survivors of ██/██/██ Site-██ containment breach
+Procedure: Each subject was provided a SCP-3801 instance and instructed to record the events of the breach that they were present. Subjects were instructed to remove their page after they had finished writing.
+Results: Subjects displayed no recollection of the containment breach concurrently with the last subject removing their sheet from the SCP-3801 instance. The spontaneous recollection of the event appeared 3 weeks later as a short story. The generated story differs from the actual events at several key points: Site-██ was replaced by a barn, MTF Theta-66 (“Redeyes“) was replaced by two professors and a librarian, and SCP-████ was successfully terminated rather than remaining at large.
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Test 5 - ██/██/██
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Subject: 2342 individuals captured after exposure to SCP-████.
+Procedure: Subjects were forced to record their interactions with SCP-████. Uncooperative subjects were first threatened with physical violence, and then physically forced to record their experiences. The pages were then removed by foundation operatives. Memetic containment procedures were in effect.
+Results: Subjects displayed no memory of their exposure to SCP-████, and the memetic effect was successfully terminated. The recollection manifested between 1600 to 2100 years prior to the experiment in the form of a religious document. Said document appears to be mundane, but departs widely from the actual events written in SCP-3801, with SCP-████ portrayed as a benevolent divine figure. Worship of SCP-████ is now widespread, with approximately ██% of foundation officers being compromised by this event. Further historical changes are being investigated, but are complicated by a lack of information on the timeline prior to the use of SCP-3801.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4047 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell, the walls, floor and ceiling of SCP-4047's containment cell are to be lined with clear acrylic plastic. SCP-4047 is only to be allowed out of its primary containment cell for the purposes of testing and interviewing, which must be cleared by at least two senior researchers. SCP-4047's physical and psychological health should be monitored and recorded on a monthly basis. Changes in SCP-4047's health or behaviour are to be tracked and if necessary, reported for an Ethics Committee review on current containment procedures.
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SCP-4047 may be given additional amenities as an incentive and reward for cooperation, following approval from at least two senior researchers and Ethics Committee; however, in addition to the regular list of prohibited items, SCP-4047's access to the following must also be limited:
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Art supplies, including paint and paintbrushes
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Any object capable of causing self-harm
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Opaque liquids
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Following Incident 01, SCP-4047 must not be allowed access to its own bodily waste and fluids, including blood, urine, vomit, and fecal matter.
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Description: SCP-4047 is Richard Klein, a former secondary school art teacher, previously residing and working in Bath, England. SCP-4047 is physically and psychologically non-anomalous and possesses average qualities for its age. Foundation research shows that SCP-4047 did not possess anomalous qualities prior to 2015, or was intentionally or unintentionally suppressing them from public knowledge.
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SCP-4047 has the ability to perform simple yet potentially powerful rituals, by way of painting a variety of simple and complex symbols (hereafter referred to as SCP-4047-A) onto any solid, non-transparent surface. Many of the complex symbols match no known writing system or cultural symbolism, however shorter, more simple designs show a vague match to symbols from Shavian script1. SCP-4047-A are, by themselves, non-anomalous; however, when painted by SCP-4047, or by those instructed on how to do so directly by SCP-4047 (hereafter referred to as SCP-4047-B), their anomalous properties are able to manifest. The effectiveness and power of rituals performed using SCP-4047-A is dependent on the quality of paintings of SCP-4047-A produced by SCP-4047 or SCP-4047-B. Photographs and digital recreations of SCP-4047-A do not yield any anomalous effects.
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The extent of the result of performing a SCP-4047-A ritual varies; results have included manifestation of gold, currency, precious gems, food, various anomalous and non-anomalous animals, alteration of local reality, and memetic effects on observers of SCP-4047-A. See test logs and incident reports for more details.
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SCP-4047 does not possess any anomalous properties itself. Its skills in painting and drawing are generally sub-par, which causes SCP-4047-A created by SCP-4047 to result in diminished effect. For this reason, before containment, SCP-4047 was using students of ████████ Secondary School with exceptional artistic talent to create instances of SCP-4047-A.
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SCP-4047 was discovered by Agent ████████ Miller reported numerous anomalous disturbances in the staff and student population of ████████ Secondary School, including:
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Memetic influence over students, staff and relatives of students and staff,
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A sharp increase in the school budget (87% of which was funneled into the school's art department)
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High enrollment of students into art classes and extracurricular clubs
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Acrylic paint manifesting in the digestive tract, mouth, eyes and nasal areas of staff and students.
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At the time Agent Miller was embedded into the local civilian population and was a member of the school council. Agent Miller herself was unaffected by memetic influences due to previous resistance training; however, she is currently undergoing treatment for cadmium poisoning as a result of large amount of acrylic paint appearing inside her stomach. After covert surveillance of the school, art teacher Richard Klein was seen to be the source of all SCP-4047-B instances and at least six instances of SCP-4047-A. Initial containment proved difficult due to the manifestation of two dozen specimens of Bengal Tiger2 roaming the grounds of the school. Additionally SCP-4047-A and numerous instances of SCP-4047-B physically and anomalously assaulted the initial recovery team. SCP-4047-B instances were considered acceptable casualties and SCP-4047-A was successfully recovered, with minor Foundation casualties. Due to the number of SCP-4047-B that were killed during recovery, ████████ Secondary School was destroyed with heavy explosives, and a disinformation campaign about a major gas leak was circulated amongst news outlets. Surviving SCP-4047-B were deemed non-anomalous and released back into the general public after amnestics were administered.
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Following initial containment of SCP-4047, prior to destruction of ████████ Secondary School, SCP-4047's personal office was searched3. Recovered items include:
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Personal effects, including desk ornaments, wallet, and a "world's best teacher" card for the year 2016
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Certification for an art degree from ████████ University, dated ██/██/2015
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24 gold bars covered in dried acrylic paint
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A letter of dismissal from ████████ Secondary School dated █/█/2018
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Two instances of SCP-4047-A
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The severed head of a domestic pig atop an instance of SCP-4047-A, along with British currency and art supplies. Dried acrylic paint was found inside and around the exterior of the object
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Large amount of high ordnance explosive were found in the schools gymnasium, covered in different colours of acrylic paint, confetti, cloth, and animal hides of at least seven different species, in varying states of decomposition. The purpose of this stockpile of explosives is currently unknown.
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SCP-4047 Incident 01:
+On 19/██/████ SCP-4047 was able to breach containment by utilising a sharpened chair leg to inflict self-injury and bleeding. At the time SCP-4047 was contained in a standard humanoid containment cell, and was able to use its blood to paint an instance of SCP-4047-A onto the south facing wall of its containment cell. This caused localised tremors to occur near SCP-4047's containment cell, which led to its collapse and breach, as well as the breach of █ other SCP's. SCP-4047 was able to escape before a re-containment team could retrieve the subject; however, SCP-4047 was injured and incapacitated by falling debris immediately prior to cessation of the tremors. SCP-4047 suffered a fractured shoulder and internal bleeding. SCP-4047 has since recovered and containment procedures have been updated.
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Test log 05/12/████: Creation of SCP-4047-A by SCP-4047
+The following tests were performed by SCP-4047 under close supervision. Image records of the sets of SCP-4047-A used in testing can be found in supplementary document SCP-4047-001
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Test 01
+SCP-4047-A Set: Beta-09
+Medium: Black acrylic paint on canvas
+Result: After completion of SCP-4047-A, two dozen live Corn Snakes4 emerged from the centre of an instance of SCP-4047-A. Specimens recovered are non-anomalous; however, large amounts of acrylic paint were found in the digestive tracts of the specimens.
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Test 02
+SCP-4047-A Set: Beta-11
+Medium: Black acrylic paint on canvas
+Result: After completion of SCP-4047, one three-litre bottle of Pepsi brand soft drink manifested, along with two dozen iron nails and 25 grams of Rubidium. Rubidium reacted violently with the soft drink; however, the bottle did not explode and SCP-4047 was unharmed.
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Test 03
+SCP-4047-A Set: Alpha- 02
+Medium: Black acrylic paint on canvas
+Result: One acrylic painting in a plastic frame manifested. Painting appears to depict a peasant girl from late 1700's Italy. Viewers of the painting (including SCP-4047) show a marked increase in appreciation for artistic works (paintings, music, theatre etc.) from the Baroque and Renaissance periods. SCP-4047 was unable to accurately recreate the manifested painting without using SCP-4047-A.
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Test log 05/12/████: Creation of SCP-4047-A by SCP-4047-B
+The following tests were performed by D-Class personal converted into SCP-4047-B. D-Class with exceptional artistic talent were selected for the purposes of testing. SCP-4047 is required to instruct SCP-4047-B on how to create each individual instance of SCP-4047-A for anomalous properties to manifest.
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Test 01
+SCP-4047-A Set: Beta-09
+Medium: Black acrylic paint on canvas
+Result: After completion of SCP-4047-A, one unusually large (Approx. 34m long) King Cobra5 emerged from the centre of the instance of SCP-4047-A. Specimen was typically aggressive and proceeded to repeatedly bite SCP-4047-B and constrict itself around SCP-4047-B shortly before expiration (note that constriction of prey is uncommon in specimens of Ophiophagus hannah.) Specimen terminated and recovered for autopsy.
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Test 02
+SCP-4047-A Set: Beta-11
+Medium: Black acrylic paint on canvas
+Result: One large briefcase containing C4 explosives, assorted metal scraps and wiring typical of an IED (improvised explosive device). The weapon was armed but did not explode, and a bomb disposal team was able to disarm and dispose of the bomb. Analysis of the bomb parts shows that it was set to explode approximately nine minutes after it manifested, and was defused with three minutes remaining.
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Test 03
+SCP-4047-A Set: Alpha- 02
+Medium: Black acrylic paint on canvas
+Result: One oil painting in an ornate wooden frame manifested. Painting depicts a Christian monk from medieval Europe, carrying a large tome and quill. The monk moves within the painting itself, but does does not make any noise or respond to observers. The painting has the memetic effect of causing observers to believe that they have read the entirety of Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. This can be reverted easily by reminding affected individuals that they have not in fact read the Canterbury Tales; however, this effect will return upon viewing the painting again. The instance of SCP-4047-B used for testing was able to recreate the painting that manifested from SCP-4047-A to the best of its ability. The result displayed no anomalous properties.
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Following testing, D-Class personal used as instances of SCP-4047-B are to be treated for illnesses relating to the presence of large quantities of acrylic paint in their system. SCP-4047-B are deemed non-anomalous when not in the presence of SCP-4047 and are to be kept in standard D-Class quarters. SCP-4047 has so far not cooperated with Foundation staff in interviews and no significant information of value has been extracted from SCP-4047. Continued interviewing is to be approved by at least two senior researchers, following review of containment procedures and amended interview procedures. Benefits and amenities may be offered to SCP-4047 in exchange for an interview (following review from Ethics Committee).
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: SCP-4127 is to be kept on-site in a secure low-risk containment vault. Additional testing is prohibited at this time.
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Description: SCP-4127 is a 1936 USA Buffalo nickel that depicts a buffalo on one side and a human skull on the other. When flipped, SCP-4127 always lands head-side up.
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SCP-4127 was previously documented in the anomalous object log; however, an additional property was discovered in 2006 by a janitor during routine maintenance. When the coin is flipped immediately after the subject describes an event conditional upon the flip, the result of the flip will determine the event's outcome.
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Addendum 4127.1: Test Log
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STATEMENT
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RESULT
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OUTCOME
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"Heads, I get a promotion."
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Heads
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Emilio Rodriguez (a janitor at Site-96) is called to Site-Director August's office to receive a promotion for his conduct. During this meeting, Mr. Rodriguez mentions having flipped the coin only minutes prior (leading to its discovery and designation). Given that his honesty is what led to SCP-4127's discovery, the promotion is upheld.
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"Heads, my quarter's next flip will come up tails."
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Heads
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A non-anomalous quarter is flipped; it comes up tails.
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"Heads, the next ten flips with my quarter will come up tails."
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Heads
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The non-anomalous quarter is flipped ten times. It comes up tails each time.
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"Tails, my quarter will come up tails at least once in the next ten flips."
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Heads
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The non-anomalous quarter is flipped ten times. It comes up heads each time.
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"Heads, my quarter will now always come up tails."
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Heads
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Formerly non-anomalous quarter now anomalous. Added to the log of anomalous objects. Note: Don't do this again. — Site-Director August
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"Heads, I'll get a call in the next five seconds."
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Heads
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Researcher Rogers immediately receives a call from his wife reminding him to pick up their son from school.
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"Heads, I'll get a call from the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes committee in the next five seconds."
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Heads
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Researcher Rogers immediately receives a call from a representative of the PCH Sweepstakes committee. During the ensuing conversation, it becomes clear the committee member has dialed the wrong number.
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"Heads, I'll become filthy rich."
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Heads
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A sewage main bursts in the bathroom, flooding the lab with raw excrement. Shortly thereafter, Researcher Rogers receives a phone call from an investigator hired by his biological mother. During the ensuing conversation, he is informed that his birth-name is 'Richard'.
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"Heads, this flip comes up tails."
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Both sides of SCP-4127 are now tails. Cessation of anomalous properties. Re-designated as Neutralized. Note: On account of his misuse of an anomaly for monetary gain, Researcher Rogers is hereby demoted to the janitorial staff. - Site-Director August
Special Containment Procedures: A greenhouse has been constructed around the garden occupied by SCP-4299 and a 50m2 area surrounding the structure has been blocked from civilian access. General maintenance of the garden and the greenhouse are to be carried out as needed by specially trained Level-2 Personnel.
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SCP-4299-1 instances are to be monitored until a Bloom Event occurs. Individuals affected by Bloom Events are to be immediately secured and amnestics are to be administered to any witnesses.
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Description: SCP-4299 is a sapient pink rose located in a small rose garden in Domfront, France. It is capable of verbal communication, producing speech from its stigma, and its petals move as if to imitate a mouth when it speaks. SCP-4299 is also able to move its stem to face the subjects it is interacting with and uses the leaves along its length as hands. SCP-4299 is highly conversational and will interact with any subjects which approach it. Removing SCP-4299 from its location will result in the rose in which the entity formerly manifested in becoming non-anomalous. SCP-4299 will then manifest again in another rose within the garden.
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Subjects which interact with SCP-4299 for the length of a conversation experience lowered blood pressure, relaxation of nerves, and a sensation often described as 'soothing.' At the end of a conversation with SCP-4299, it will offer the subject interacting with it one of its petals. Should subjects accept SCP-4299's offer and consume the offered petal, they will become an instance of SCP-4299-1. Regardless of whether its offer was accepted or denied, SCP-4299 will refuse to engage in further communication with the subject.
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In instances of SCP-4299-1, the effects of interacting with SCP-4299 are permanent, persisting through the administration of amnestics. SCP-4299-1 instances will also report a higher than average level of happiness and will not suffer from negative mood disorders such as depression, anxiety, etc.
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SCP-4299 also appears to have a secondary anomalous effect of being able to change the writing found on paper. (See Incident.1223.)
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Bloom Events: Bloom Events occur upon the expiration of an instance of SCP-4299-1, regardless of cause. Naturally occurring Bloom Events typically occur in SCP-4299-1 instances of old age (usually septuagenarian or octogenarian)1 and will take place in their home or similar places of comfort. The subject will enter a state of rest and fall asleep for upwards of an hour before ceasing all life functions. Upon expiration, the remaining corpse will demanifest and be replaced with pink rose petals. Petals created by Bloom Events are non-anomalous.
Foreword: Subject D-5341 was selected for the experiment due to a background of severe depression. D-5341 was introduced into SCP-4299 to test the immediate effects of the anomaly. D-5341 was outfitted with a radio transmitter as well as a body camera. The following is an audio transcript of D-5341 interacting with SCP-4299.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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D-5341: Alright, I'm ready to go.
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+Dr. Carter: Please walk around the garden. Do not touch the lapel microphone or any roses unless prompted by SCP-4299. You are to inquire upon its origin and engage it in conversation. Keep it talking as long as you can.
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+D-5341: Alright, Doc.
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D-5341 rounds the garden, looking around and pausing before the fountain. He looks in, then approaches a rosebush.
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+SCP-4299: Bonjour, jeune homme! N'est-ce pas une belle journée?2
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+(D-5341 jumps.)
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+D-5341: It's a fucking talking rose.
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+SCP-4299: Oh, l'anglais? Ça fait un moment mais je suppose que je peux essayer…3 Please, take a seat!
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+D-5341 takes a seat on the ground before SCP-4299.
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+D-5341: …Okay. This is officially the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.
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SCP-4299: I'm sure it can be a tad strange, but I promise you the weirdest things in life are usually the ones you won't forget!
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+D-5341: Uh…yeah.
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+SCP-4299: I'm sure you must be a little co- Oh, goodness where are my manners! I am the Queen of Roses, my dear. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance!
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(SCP-4299 mimics a curtsy.)
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+D-5341: …huh.
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+SCP-4299: Why so stiff? Je ne mords pas!4
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+D-5341: I uh… I know it isn't my business, but could you please tell me how you became the way you are? Or at least how you can, uh…talk?
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+SCP-4299: I'm not sure what you mean by that. I've been watching over the roses for as long as I can remember. That's what makes me happy, and that's honestly all I could ask for.
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+D-5341: I see… Um… could you maybe explain a little more about that? Like, what it is you do exactly?
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+SCP-4299: My boy, you are a guest in my lovely garden, and we take turns here! I'd like to ask you a question too. How did you become the way you are?
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+D-5341: That isn't exactly something that I'm willing to go into. It's a bit of a sensitive topic.
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SCP-4299: We all have some skeletons in our closet, non? Perhaps it would help you if you talked about it a bit? I'm open ears!
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(D-5341 sighs.)
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D-5341: Okay, I get, I get it… I mean… I'm already this deep in, so I guess whatever I say doesn't matter… I did something that I regret. I made some decisions that I really shouldn't have. When I was in my teen years, I became friends with some shady people. Whenever I was around them, I would feel like I was someone, you know? I did anything to get their attention and to be accepted by them… And they just started asking me to do more and more and… I killed someone. I killed someone and I got caught, and I regret it. Not because I got caught, but… because I was so stupid to let myself get strung along so far! (D-5341 begins to choke up.)
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+SCP-4299: Darling, you're too hooked on the past. "Qui n’avance pas, recule, oui?"5 On the outside, your experiences have made you think that you don't belong anywhere. But I can see inside of you. You have a heart longing for joy, but you do not let yourself move ahead. You don't have to forgive yourself right now, but you never will unless you start doing something!
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+D-5341: Gosh… I… I guess you're right. Man, I feel good right now…Why am I feeling like this?
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+SCP-4299: It's because you finally let go of your chains, you silly boy. Talking about your ails is the first step in becoming well.
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(D-5341 sniffles.)
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+D-5341: God… I… I'm… so glad I could talk to you…
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+(D-5341 continues to weep. SCP-4299 leans forward towards the subject and caresses his leg with its leaf.)
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+SCP-4299: Shh, it's okay young one, let it all out. The happiness you are feeling at this very moment is beautiful, is it not?
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D-5341: Y-yeah, it is…
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SCP-4299: Well, let me tell you something, dear. (SCP-4299 reaches for its petals, producing one and offering it to D-5341.) If you take this leaf and make it into a tea and drink it, you will be able to feel the joy you're feeling right now for as long as you want.
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(D-5341 takes the petal and is silent for a moment.)
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SCP-4299: What do you say, dear? Will you join me in seeing life in pink?
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<END LOG>
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Result: D-5341 exited the garden and asked for the necessary tools to make tea. They were permitted to accept SCP-4299's offer and become an instance of SCP-4299-1. In the following weeks, D-5341 displayed a notable shift in attitude and disposition.
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An appointment with the Site-55 psychiatrist was scheduled two months following Experiment 4299-1. Dr. May noted D-5341 did not display any traits typical of clinical depression and the subject reported to be content.
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Recovery Log: The first anomalous instance regarding SCP-4299 was recorded on June 15th, 2015 after several eye-witness reports of a woman 'erupting into petals' were investigated. Mobile Task Force Pi-16 (Hedgeclippers) was dispatched to investigate the garden. The following transcription is of a letter recovered nearby the estimated location of the incident. Forensic analysis of the document identified the author as a 73-year-old woman named Mia Rosamonde. A cover story was created stating Rosamonde passed away due to cardiac arrest. Class-A amnestics were administered to witnesses of the event.
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Maria,
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+You've grown up so much over the years.
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Gosh, I loved watching you grow into such a beautiful woman.
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Remember that one time when you were 5 when we went and ate an entire cake together? Then you fell asleep on my shoulder, and I carried you to your bedroom.
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+I remember when I was just a girl, your grandmother used to sing me such a beautiful song. I believe it was called "La Vie en Rose"6. I wish I could hear her sing it again. I would say that I've lived my life in pink, everything has always been so beautiful to me ever since I first visited this garden as a little girl.
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+I know it seems scary you're losing your other parent, but I want you to understand that the experiences we shared will never go away.
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I love you so much, Maria.
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+Inside of this envelope, I'm leaving you a pink rose I picked from this garden. I made sure to find the prettiest one just for you. Hold onto this rose for me when it dries up, okay?
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Love,
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Mom
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Research into Rosamonde's family record revealed a daughter by the name 'Maria' who passed away on September 15th, 2012. There are currently no living relatives remaining from the family.
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MTF Pi-16 agent Craig Hart was the first to locate and interact with SCP-4299. Hart refused SCP-4299's offer as per mission control's orders.
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Addendum 4299.2: On June 25th, 2015, Dr. Carter was assigned as the primary researcher of SCP-4299. Below is a transcript of the first interview session.
<BEGIN LOG>
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+Dr. Carter: Hello, SCP-4299. My name is Dr. Carter. I've been assigned as your caretaker from here on out.
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SCP-4299: Bonjour, Carter! Isn't it a lovely evening?
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Dr. Carter: Yes, I suppose it is.
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SCP-4299: Well, don't just stand there monsieur, take a seat where I can see you face to face.
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(Dr. Carter sits on the ground nearby SCP-4299.)
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Dr. Carter: Since you failed to answer this question for the D-Class we sent in a week ago, I'm going to have to ask this question myself. What is your motivation?
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SCP-4299: Oui, it is really quite the tale!
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(SCP-4299 giggles to itself.)
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Dr. Carter: Will you please tell me?
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SCP-4299: How about this, Carter. If you let me ask you a question, then maybe I'll answer yours?
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Dr. Carter: I'm not here to have a conversation with you SCP-4299. I'm here to ask you several questions so we could possibly learn more in regard to-
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SCP-4299: You're speaking with me right now, oui? Does that not mean you are here to have a conversation with me?
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Dr. Carter: I suppose it does.
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SCP-4299: Well, if we're both speaking to each other, why shouldn't we have a friendly chat?
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Dr. Carter: Just answer the question.
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SCP-4299: The best way I can answer that is with another question. You do value happiness, yes Carter?
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Dr. Carter: I value your cooperation in-
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SCP-4299: Slow down, dear. I just want an honest response.
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(Dr. Carter can be heard taking a deep breath.)
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Dr. Carter: Yes, I do value happiness.
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SCP-4299: That is why I do what I can to make others happy. True happiness comes from giving to others, I've always lived my life in such a manner.
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Dr. Carter: You realize that by giving your 'happiness' away, you're just harming yourself physically? Your petals are a part of you SCP-4299.
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SCP-4299: You see, that is your problem, honey. I gave you an answer, yet you're far too wrapped up in your work so you hardly interact with anyone who wants to be friendly toward you.
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Dr. Carter: What? No, I-
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SCP-4299: Don't you see? You're doing it right now silly! Loosen it up a tad. “Vous voulez ce que vous avez et vous aurez ce que vous voulez”.7 I can see it in you, darling. You want love, but what you fail to realize is that you already have it.
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(Dr. Carter provides no response.)
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SCP-4299: Well, here is the first step in what you can do to change that.
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(SCP-4299 plucks one of its petals and hands it to Dr. Carter.)
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SCP-4299: If you go and make this petal into a tea, I can promise you that you will learn how to see life in pink.
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(Dr. Carter stares at the petal for a minute before speaking.)
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Dr. Carter: … No. I'm sorry, but I have to refuse.
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SCP-4299: Well then. To each their own, I suppose. Au revoir, Dr. Carter.
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<END LOG>
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Following the interview, SCP-4299 refused to speak with Dr. Carter any further. It was decided that in order to continue researching SCP-4299, separate interviewers would be required in order to gain more information on SCP-4299's anomalous abilities.
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Addendum 4299.3: SCP-4299 was observed as wilting on July 26th, 2018. The entity's condition was closely monitored over a month-long period during which SCP-4299 shed most of its petals and looked sickly in appearance. Jr. Researcher Benjiro was instructed to enter the garden and approach SCP-4299 to investigate as a surrogate for Dr. Carter.
SCP-4299:(Faintly) Yes, I suppose I am, but that isn't my real name. That's just what the people that visit me call me, ha…
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+SCP-4299: Mademoiselle, if you're here to try and learn how to see life in pink, I'm afraid I just can't help you. I don't know if I have it in me anymore…
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Benjiro: Yes, well, my name is Madison Benjiro, I'm currently only a junior researcher so you don't have to call me Doctor or anything. I'm here to ask you a few questions today.
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(Jr. Researcher Benjiro pulls out a sheet of questions from her right pocket.)
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SCP-4299: Oh… more questions. That's what all of them say…
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+Benjiro: I heard that you speak French as your first language. I'm not so sure how many researchers offer you this, but I know how to speak a little bit if it's easier for you?
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SCP-4299: No dear, English is just fine for me. I don't want to cause you to stutter.
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Benjiro: Okay, English it is then. First question, why are you wilted? Is something bothering you?
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SCP-4299: Well… there is something that is bothering me. It seems as though nobody ever comes to me for help anymore. It's just… saddening. The people that come to me have all been very kind to me, but they just won't let me help them. I haven't been able to help a single person in 3 years…
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Benjiro: Well, why should you have to worry about that? You don't have any stresses in your life, so why should you feel be feeling upset?
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SCP-4299: Why? It breaks my heart, Mademoiselle. These people that visit me now… all of them have troubles. Every time I've tried to help them, they've always just denied me… I don't understand what it is that I've done wrong. I want to say that I've been able to help them to an extent, but…
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(SCP-4299 begins what is presumed to be its way of sobbing.)
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Benjiro: Oh, come on, please don't cry.
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(SCP-4299 begins sobbing louder.)
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Benjiro: Hey, come on now, calm down. You're okay.
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(SCP-4299 calms down, Jr. Researcher Benjiro kneels down on one knee next to SCP-4299. Jr. Researcher Benjiro folds up the questions sheet and places it inside her right pocket.)
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Benjiro: I understand what you're feeling, okay? I've been working for the Foundation for a little under a year, these researchers can be cold. You can't let them get under your skin, okay?
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SCP-4299:(Sniffling between words) Miss Benjiro… if I can't make people happy, then what is my purpose?
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Benjiro: Well… when I was younger my mother told me once that your happiness can't be handed out to others; you need to start with your own happiness first. I think it's okay to talk and help other people, but if it starts affecting you physically or mentally then I think you need to consider taking a step back. There usually isn't an easy solution to every problem.
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SCP-4299: Oh… okay… I'll have to think about this…
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Benjiro: Now then, could you straighten your stem a bit? I want to look at you clearly.
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(SCP-4299 straightens its stem and begins to face Jr. Researcher Benjiro.)
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Benjiro: See? There you go, that's a step up from what you looked like a minute ago. Now then, let's answer some questions, alright?
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(SCP-4299 nods.)
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<END LOG>
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Incident 1223: Three weeks following Interview 4299.3, all the roses in SCP-4299's garden had spontaneously erupted into petals, including SCP-4299. 24 hours subsequent to the incident, the document initially recovered upon the discovery of SCP-4299 anomalously changed to have a new message on the back side of the paper. Said document has been transcribed below.
I believe I finally understand. Happiness doesn't come from giving all of your joy to others, but rather learning to find the peace within yourself; that is truly La Vie en Rose.
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+C'est La Vie!
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SCP-4299 will be reclassified as 'Neutralized' following the expiration of all remaining SCP-4299-1 instances. There are currently 19 12 SCP-4299-1 instances under Foundation surveillance.
Special Containment Procedure: Due to its highly public location, SCP-4326 is not able to be moved or closed. As such, Foundation engineers have constructed a facade around the front of the facility mimicking its interior without activating any anomalous effect. No weddings are to be conducted within the anomalous portion of SCP-4326, with revenue from non-anomalous weddings being used to fund regional Foundation activity. Whenever possible Foundation personnel with long-term relationships are to be assigned to SCP-4326 in place of those in shorter-term relationships.
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Description: SCP-4326 is a wedding chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Any two or more sentient subjects intending to marry will experience a mind-altering anomaly upon reaching the altar.
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All memories the subjects have of one another will be altered so that any unpleasant, stressful, anger-inducing or other similarly negative recollections become entirely positive, meaning that subjects will have their full range of memories but changed in a way which makes them recall negatives positively or optimistically, and already-positive memories being unchanged.
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This effect only extends to long-term memory. In day-to-day short-term interactions, subjects may begin re-noticing negative behaviors, personality traits and habits which they had previously come to terms with in their existing relationships. Once recollections of any fights, disagreements or other disturbances related to SCP-4326 have been stored in long-term memory, any negative connotations will be forgotten with subjects frequently being unable to recall what they were fighting about in the first place.
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SCP-4326's effect is permanent. All memories created with other subjects affected by SCP-4326 will become positively-inclined once they have been stored in long-term memory, causing the subjects to re-discover anything they dislike about one another repeatedly and indefinitely. This has been known to cause stress in relationships between SCP-4326-affected persons.
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It has been found that SCP-4326's effect is less effective on relationships which had existed for at least forty-five years prior to exposure to its effect. The legal status of marriage in the United States does not affect SCP-4326.
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SCP-4326 was classified Safe after being discovered in the field by Foundation agents. Six months after discovery, both agents were transferred to separate projects.
Special Containment Procedures: Access to the location containing the entrance to SCP-4390 is to be guarded at all times. Individuals attempting to access the area are to be arrested by Foundation agents embedded in local authorities and remanded to the local law enforcement system.
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Access to SCP-4390 is restricted to exploration teams with permission from the Site-94 research authority. These exploration attempts are to be handled in conjunction with representatives from the "Dr. Wondertainment" Group of Interest.
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Description: SCP-4390 is an extra-spatial area located beneath the Giordano's Italian Eatery on the west side of Atlanta, Georgia, USA. The singular access point to SCP-4390 is located in the restaurant's basement, currently disguised as a non-functional walk-in refrigerator.
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The space beyond the entrance to SCP-4390 is a massive, cavernous area containing a large, constantly shifting labyrinth built out of stone. The walls of the labyrinth appear to extend up at least 20 meters, but attempting to scale the walls or ascending vertically will result in the subject beginning to shrink exponentially until they are too small to ascend any higher. Descending will reverse this effect.
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The entirety of SCP-4390 is overrun with thick vegetation, little of which appears to bear any resemblance to anything found on Earth. Additionally, several species of small reptilians and flying creatures, as well as larger, seemingly mammalian entities live in and around the labyrinth, though these creatures also do not resemble anything found on Earth. The majority of these creatures are not outwardly hostile, though several species have been shown to have territorial behaviours that can display as hostility towards intruders.
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Interior of SCP-4390.
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SCP-4390 appears to have been designed as a massive game - the labyrinth contains several intelligent entities alongside the plants and animals, many of whom appear to exist within the structure to create unique challenges for travelers. Contact with these entities is typically uneventful, but occasionally these entities will offer travelers an opportunity for a wager; individuals are capable of wagering anything that could be considered "theirs1" in exchange for some anomalous object or characteristic of equal value offered by the intelligent entity in question. While possessions that are lost or gained in these transactions persist outside of SCP-4390, characteristics or bodily functions that are lost or gained within SCP-4390 are restored once the individual leaves through the access point.
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Individuals who die within SCP-4390 are turned into spectral apparitions that can follow the other individuals of their party2. These phantoms can interact with some aspects of SCP-4390 and can pass through walls, but cannot themselves be used to solve puzzles or answer riddles3. Once the phantom's "party" reaches the end of the labyrinth or are killed, all members of the party will reappear at the beginning of the labyrinth with phantoms restored to their physical forms. However, if the party does not "clear" the labyrinth and all individuals perish, upon materializing at the labyrinth's entrance they will be without any of their personal possessions, including their clothes.
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SCP-4390's existence was made known to the Foundation after the staff at Site-94 were contacted by an agent representing the "Dr. Wondertainment" Group of Interest. A full transcript of the initial interview with this individual is available in Addendum 4390.1.
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Addendum 4390.1: Interview with GOI Agent
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Internal Audio Recording Transcript
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In Attendance:
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Foundation Site-94 Asst. Director Robert Duncan
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Foundation Site-94 Security Director Al Morris
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Dr. Wondertainment Marketing Director Sebastian J. Fitchingsley
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Green light is on, let's get started.
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Fitchingsley: I'll be quick, we-
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Dir. Morris: Sorry, hang on. We need to uh, say our names first. For the record.
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Fitchingsley: Oh, my bad.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: No, no, it's fine. Just these protocols, you know. I'm Robert Duncan.
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Dir. Morris: Middle name too, sir. Sorry.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Seriously? Christ, alright, let's try it again. I'm Robert Cartwright Duncan. (Pauses) Assistant Director of Research, Site-94.
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Dir. Morris: I'm Alfred Alan Morris, Security Director at Site-94.
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Fitchingsley: Me next?
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Dir. Morris: Yeah.
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Fitchingsley: Alright. My name is Sebastian Juneaux Malthuzan Hermano y Konquistadito Vanabulous Extraordinariorion Frank Fitchingsley. (Pauses) I'm the Dr. Wondertainment marketing director. You can just uh, you can just write down the Fitchingsley part, I think.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Got it, alright. So let's actually get into this thing now. You said something about some sort of deal, or what?
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Fitchingsley: Alright, let me just lay it out here for you. My boss, Dr. Wondertainment, is just the most recent in a long line of Wondertainments stretching back as far as history permits. In that history we've been fortunate to maintain a pretty linear progression of authority - one Dr. Wondertainment hands the mantle off to their successor, and they become Dr. Wondertainment, and so on. Granted, there have been a handful of breaks in there, but nothing wild.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: That's neat, but that just sounds like exposition.
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Fitchingsley: Get used to that. The real problem is that there have been a fair number of bastard Wondertainments - people who either were promised the position of Dr. Wondertainment and had it pulled out from underneath them due to some shame or another, or the children of a Dr. Wondertainment with some mysterious passenger. That sort of thing. What you may not know is that recently, the last Dr. Wondertainment, Isabel disappeared under mysterious circumstances. In her place, a previous Wondertainment, Bertrand, has taken over the daily operations of the company. This has caused a bit of a stir, because the line up until this point has been pretty straight - a few crooks here and there, but it has never gone backwards. This is problematic.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Uh huh.
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Fitchingsley: I know! Wild times. But what I'm getting at is it was assumed that the Wondertainment who would succeed Isabel was her distant cousin, Yancy diPettito-Cortez Wondertainment. Due to the circumstances of Isabel's disappearance, the board determined that Bertrand would sit in her place until she could be located and returned to her position as rightful head of the company.
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Dir. Morris: Oh, ok, I can see where this is going.
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Fitchingsley: Yes dear boy, you certainly can. Ole Yancy took this as a grave slight, no doubt having thought that he could stroll in and take the name of Dr. Wondertainment and carry on as normal without a thought in the world for Isabel. He is offended that the board would prioritize Isabel's recovery over his own schemes, and has splintered away from the main brand and formed a… (gags) knock-off. He's out there, right now, calling himself Professor Amazementopia, causing all sorts of ruckus.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: This is a compelling story, I'll admit, but it doesn't answer the question of why you showed up in my shower this morning asking to meet about some life-or-death scenario we've found ourselves in.
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Fitchingsley: Right right - sorry about the shower again, I really was planning for the foyer but the math has been a bit off ever since Isabel disappeared. You're both familiar with our very popular and well loved board game The Foundation, right? I believe you have a copy in your possession. Well, Yancy has decided to shack up under a pizza place near here to work on a competing game. He's calling it "The Maze 2: The Game" and is filling it up with all sorts of strange and unusual stuff he found on safari somewhere. It's a real nasty scene.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: "The Maze 2"? What happened to "The Maze?"
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Fitchingsley:There was no "The Maze". Just "The Maze 2". This is the sort of shit I'm talking about.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: You say it's a game? Like a board game?
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Fitchingsley: Well… no, not really a board game. Honestly, it's not really a game at all, it's just a big maze. Here's something you need to know about Yancy - one of the reasons Isabel was selected to run the company at such a young age was that the hope was she would outlive Yancy and the title of Dr. Wondertainment would pass to someone with more… basic mental and emotional functionality. Yancy is an absolute headcase and a shit toy maker. He doesn't really get the whole "toy making" thing - he's more like a kid who builds a big thing out of Lego or whatever and then doesn't want anyone else to play with it. He's kind of a dick, and you can see how that business model wouldn't be conducive to growth and development.
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Dir. Morris: Yes.
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Fitchingsley: So that's the deal. I'll tell you where the entrance to Yancy's dumb game is, and you and your jackboots can roll down to Fulton Industrial and bust the door in and gather up whatever snacks and surprises he's managed to stuff into that place. This I'll do, in exchange for one small favor.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Oh god here we go.
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Fitchingsley: No no, seriously, this isn't a bad one. When Yancy left HQ he took a bunch of stuff with him - personal belongings, some cars, a hot air balloon and some prized stuffed turkeys. That sort of thing. Then he also decided to nab a filing cabinet full of financial records because he thought it would be some wild blow to the organization. What he didn't consider was that it's 2019, and all of our records are backed up to the cloud. However, in the wake of this treachery we realized he also stole something much, much worse - our filing folder of incriminating and embarrassing pictures of our board members, myself included.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: …what? Why would you keep a file folder full of naughty pictures of yourselves?
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Fitchingsley: Insurance! It's one thing to threaten a man with a lawsuit, and another to threaten him with exposing his dingle dangle. Keeps everybody happy and in line, with a slight undercurrent of fear. It's the Wondertainment way.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: So where is this file folder now?
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Fitchingsley: In the filing cabinet. Yancy doesn't even realize he's got it, that absolute trout, but when he realized the financial records were of no use to him he tossed the cabinet into the middle of his very stupid and bad maze game. All we need is that file folder - you can keep literally anything else you find in there.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Hang on, why do we need to be involved in this? Aren't you capable of sending a team of your own guys in there?
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Fitchingsley: (Sighs) Look, think about this for literally any seconds. If we send a squad in there to tear up this absolute pillock's dumb maze thing, he would realize that there's actually something valuable in that filing cabinet, right? So then he goes and flips past "financial records" into "fine pictures of dicks and butts and stuff", and that's the ballgame. He has all the cards, he just doesn't know it - we want you to be our bluff.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: This seems like a lot of trouble.
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Fitchingsley: Yeah, I mean, it probably will be. It's a really, really bad game. But I know how much of a hard-on you sickos have for putting weird shit in boxes, and there's a whole cornucopia of weird shit underneath a dirty-ass pizza joint like, 10 miles from here. Are you in, or are you not in?
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: I dunno… what do you think?
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Dir. Morris: I mean, I don't care. It's up to you - we'll do it if you want us to.
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Asst. Dir. Duncan: Hmmmmm… alright. You've convinced me. We're in.
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Fitchingsley: Excellent, glad to hear it. Say, out of random curiosity are your guys all up-to-date with their vaccinations? The basic stuff; tetanus, measles, ebola.
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Dir. Morris: What?
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 4390.2: Exploration of SCP-4390 Attempt #1
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Initial exploration of SCP-4390 was conducted by Mobile Task Force Atlanta-2 "Fucking Traffic". Mission objective was to survey the danger within SCP-4390, and reach the center of the labyrinth if possible.
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Exploration Log Transcript
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Members Involved:
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MTF ATL-2 Franko [LEAD]
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MTF ATL-2 Vice
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MTF ATL-2 Liter
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Franko: Alright, mics hot. Let's go into this refrigerator.
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The team passes through the threshold of SCP-4390. They emerge on the other side in the entrance courtyard of the labyrinth.
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Liter: You might not believe this, boss, but I don't think this is a refrigerator at all.
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Franko: Stow it, Kowalski. We've got important business to do here.
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The team approaches an archway over the main entrance. Carved into it are large block letters reading "PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA'S THE MAZE 2: THE GAME", seemingly in "Impact" font. Below this are the words "IN NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH ANY LOW-CLASS 'DR. WONDERTAINMENT' PRODUCTS - ONLY HIGH QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT HERE".
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Vice: Wow, this guy is for real, huh?
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Suddenly, a face appears on the arch next to the team.
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Liter: Whoa holy shit!
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The Face: HELLO TRAVELERS, AND WELCOME TO PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA'S MAZE 2: THE GAME, A CARNIVAL OF WONDERS FOR ALL AGES!
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Vice: Hey calm down there brother, there's no need to shout. we're right here.
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The Face.
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The Face: APOLOGIES, FRIENDS! THE CURSE THAT BINDS ME HERE DEMANDS THAT I ELEVATE MY VOICE TO UNNECESSARY LEVELS IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN A SENSE OF INCREASED EXCITEMENT IN ALL PARTICIPANTS!
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Franko: So how does this work? We just go into the maze and… what? What do we get when we get to the middle?
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The Face:WHEN? (Laughs hysterically) YOU GIVE YOURSELF TOO MUCH CREDIT! NOBODY YET HAS SOLVED PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA'S INCREDIBLE PUZZLE! NOT EVEN PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA! BUT FOR THOSE WHO SHOULD PERSEVERE, UNTOLD RICHES AND BOUNTIES AWAIT!
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Franko: …and all we have to do is get to the middle?
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The Face: YES. IT'S A MAZE, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO WITH MAZES.
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Franko: Do we get any hints?
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The Face: WHA- WHAT? NO. IT'S A MAZE, THERE ARE NO HINTS.
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Franko: What happens if we get lost? Or we can't get to the center? Are there any exits?
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The Face: THE ONLY EXIT IS BY TAKING OR LOSING YOUR LIFE.
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Liter: (Aside) Sort of a shitty maze.
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The Face: HEY. I HEARD THAT. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THE MAZE. NOBODY IS FORCING YOU. AND YES, IF YOU WANT TO ESCAPE THE MAZE THE ONLY WAY OUT IS DEATH. IF YOU DIE, YOU WILL BECOME A PHANTOM, FOREVER HAUNTING FUTURE TRAVELERS OF THE MAZE. UNTIL YOU ALL DIE, OF COURSE, IN WHICH CASE YOU WILL BE RETURNED TO THE FRONT OF THE MAZE.
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Franko: Alright, well, I guess we'll do the maze. Let's go, boys.
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The Face: WAIT. I HAVE TO SING THE MAZE SONG BEFORE YOU CAN GO IN.
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Vice: Oh no that's not-
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The Face: WELCOME TO THE GAME / THE MAZE 2 / IT'S A THRILLING MAZE / FOR YOU / IF YOU WANT TO BE / RICH AND STRONG / ENTER MY MAZE / YOU CAN'T GO WRONG / SING THE MAZE SONG / IT'S A GREAT SONG / IT'S A MAZE SONG / FOR ME AND YOU
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Liter: It was worse than I thought it would be.
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The Face: WOW, OK, VERY COOL THING TO SAY. JUST TRYING TO HELP OUT OVER HERE, DOING MY JOB. FINE THEN, DICKHOLES. GO AHEAD, GET IN THERE. YOU WON'T HEAR ME CRYING WHEN YOU'RE DEAD.
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The door leading into SCP-4390 opens. ATL-2 team enters the maze, and the door shuts behind them. From the other side, the face in the wall can be heard shouting profanities.
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Franko: Alright. Keep alert, let's get going.
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Team travels through the labyrinth for a short period of time. They encounter a small group of creatures that look like large beetles with duckbills and a single hopping leg. After the creatures pass, the team comes around a corner and sees a wide gap between where they stand and the rest of the path. In front of them is a pit that extends down as far as they can see. As they're looking into the pit, The Face appears on the wall next to them.
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The Face: GREETINGS, ASSHOLES.
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Vice: Jesus Chri-
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Vice is startled by the appearance of The Face, and stumbles backwards. He trips over a root on the ground, and falls into the pit.
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Franko: Vice!
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Liter: Oh fuck!
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The Face: OH NO, WHAT A SHAME!
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Vice disappears into the darkness. There is a moment of silence, and then the sound of something heavy striking the ground at high speed. Another moment later, a spectral Vice appears in front of the group.
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Liter: Oh shit.
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Franko: Oh shit.
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Ghost of Vice: Oh shit I'm a ghost.
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The Face: I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU WEREN'T CAREFUL. I DID TELL YOU, DIDN'T I?
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Ghost of Vice: You spooked me! This is your fault, you shouting dick.
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The Face: IT IS MY JOB TO INFORM TRAVELERS ABOUT THE TRIALS THEY WILL FACE WITHIN THE MAZE.
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Franko: Vice, you alright?
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Ghost of Vice: I, yeah? I think? I feel alright, I'm just… very spectral.
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The Face: AND SO YOU SHALL REMAIN, UNTIL YOU COMPLETE THE MAZE OR YOUR FRIENDS ALSO DIE!
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Liter: Well this is dumb.
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The Face: YEAH WELL FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE. (Pauses) ALRIGHT. THIS IS THE GREAT GAP. TO PROCEED, YOU MUST CROSS THIS GAP. BUT BE VERY CAREFUL, A FALL FROM THIS HEIGHT COULD SPELL YOUR DOOM!
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Ghost of Vice: You don't fucking say?
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The Face: LOOK IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO THE INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO CROSS THE GAP.
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Franko: Let it go, boys. Let's just try to get across this. (Pauses) What do you think? Can you jump it?
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Liter: Hmmmmm… maybe.
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Liter takes several steps back and gets a running start. As he approaches the ledge, he jumps to cross the gap. He gets a hand on the far side, but can't hold on and falls into the pit. His video feed also cuts out, and after a short moment a spectral Liter appears in front of Franko.
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Ghost of Liter: Fuck!
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Franko: Ah, Christ.
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The Face: WOW, TWO OUT OF THREE ON THE VERY FIRST OBSTACLE. YOU GUYS ARE PROS, LET ME TELL YOU. WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT.
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Franko: There has to be like, what, some sort of lever or something that opens a path across? (Pauses) Oh, this tree, right. Just sort of give it the ole push.
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Franko pushes a nearby tree over the gap, creating a makeshift bridge.
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The Face: CONGRATULATIONS DUMBASS, YOU FIGURED OUT THIS VERY DIFFICULT TREE PUZZLE.
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Franko: Fuck off.
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Franko, Vice and Liter continue traveling down the corridor, occasionally looping back after finding a dead end. The path opens into a small graveyard. In the center of the graveyard is a thin, pale human woman in tattered clothing, stooping over a small cauldron. Franko approaches this person.
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Franko: Hello there.
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Unidentified Woman: Greetings, traveler. I am the Witch. Perhaps you would like to enjoy one of my specials brews, yes? They are very mysterious and magical.
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Franko: Alright, what's this shit.
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The Face appears on a nearby wall.
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The Face: SHE TOLD YOU HER NAME WAS THE WITCH, DIPSHIT. ARE YOU HARD OF HEARING TOO?
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Franko: I got that, what does the brew do? Is this poison?
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The Face: I WISH! IT'S A RANDOM CONCOCTION OF WHATEVER SHE HAS LAYING AROUND. IT CAN DO ALL SORTS OF STUFF TO YOU. SOMETIMES IT'S GOOD. SOMETIMES IT'S BAD. I PERSONALLY HOPE IT'S BAD!
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Franko: Can I go past you without drinking your weird brew?
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The Witch: No, dearie, I'm afraid you can't.
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Franko: Ah, fuck it. Might as well.
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Franko drinks from the cauldron. He begins to rub his eyes furiously, and when he opens them up they have changed to a bright green.
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Franko: Holy shit, I can see everything! I can see… I can see into the center of the maze, and I can see… I can see the exit there! It's so far away… hey, Witch, does any of that brew give you like, super speed or something?
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The Witch: (Cackles) Maybe. Who knows?
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Franko: Good enough for me. Give me some of that stuff.
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Franko takes another drink from the cauldron. He begins to noticeably swell, and moments later explodes in a shower of bananas.
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Moments later Franko, Liter, and Vice reappear at the entrance to the maze. Their tactical gear and all clothing items are missing.
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The Face: WOW YOU GUYS ARE ASS.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum 4390.3: Exploration of SCP-4390 Attempt #2
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Exploration Log Transcript
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Members Involved:
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MTF ATL-2 Franko [LEAD]
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MTF ATL-2 Vice
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MTF ATL-2 Liter
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MTF ATL-2 Cairo
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MTF ATL-2 Dance
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MTF ATL-2 passes through SCP-4390 and enters the labyrinth. Upon reaching the other side, The Face appears again on a nearby wall.
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The Face: OH HO HO HO. LOOK WHO RATTLES BACK IN FOR ROUND TWO. GETTING YOUR CHEEKS CLAPPED THE FIRST TIME WASN'T BAD ENOUGH, YOU HAD TO GO AND FIND SOME FRIENDS TO EXPERIENCE IT WITH YOU.
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Franko: Shut up.
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The Face: OH, DON'T WORRY. YOU WON'T BE HEARING ANYTHING FROM ME. I KNOW A LOST CAUSE WHEN I SEE ONE. I'LL JUST BE CHILLING BACK HERE, WATCHING YOUR FAILURES AND ENJOYING THE SATISFACTION OF YOUR DEFEAT.
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Vice: Dude, seriously. You're a wall.
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The Face: AND YOU FELL IN A HOLE. WE ALL FALL SHORT OF THE GLORY OF GOD.
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MTF ATL-2 passes through the entrance of SCP-4390.
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Cairo: Is that thing always like that?
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Liter: He's a cock. Just ignore him, but also expect him everywhere.
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The team travels through the labyrinth for some time. Eventually they reach a wider passage with a small cart on one side. A hatch opens on the side of the cart, and a vaguely arachnoid entity with a vaguely reptilian face and a distinctly Australian accent appears.
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Unknown Entity: Greetings there, fellas. Me name's Dominican Joe, purveyor of fine goods. Looks like yer out here exploring the ole maze, ey? A bit of a spot, that is. Have a look at me wares, tell me what ye think.
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Dance: Hey, just a quick question: what are you?
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Dominican Joe: Me? Well, I'm a crawly-gobbler there, mate. Well, me mum was a crawly hog, and me dad was a snatch-gobbler, so I guess I'm sort of both? But I got most of me mum's features, I've been told.
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Franko: What do you have for sale?
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Dominican Joe: Let's see, we've got some bullets that shoot lightning, a hat that can protect you from things falling on your dome, and… this thing you strap on your hog that makes things die when you stick it in them.
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Silence.
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Vice: Alright, now hear me out-
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Franko: No.
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Vice: (Quickly) Cool, cool.
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Liter: What about those lightning bullets. Those sound neat. How much for those?
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Dominican Joe: Well, that'll be 19 scraps of Na'ath.
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Dance: Come again?
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Dominican Joe: Scraps of Na'ath? You know, those little pieces of paper made from the sail of Midas' ship that we use as currency?
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Silence.
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Dominican Joe: Damn, that's a breaker there, boys. Well, how bout this. We can do ourselves a little fixit, here: I'll give you these bullets, and you give me… your toes.
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Liter: My what?
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Dominican Joe: Your toes, mate! Those little wriggly guys on the end of your feet. Come on, who needs those? Besides, you get to swap them out for lightning bullets. Pretty cool, huh?
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Liter: I use those to walk though.
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Dominican Joe: Nah mate, come off it. You don't walk on your toes, you walk on those big flat guys behind them. I'm not asking for the flat guys, those don't do me any good. But I can make something happen with the little wrigglers.
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Liter: I… I think I'm probably good.
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Dominican Joe: Ah, a real bummer. Well, how's this - take this here coin, and if you ever need me to show up with me shop here, just pop this bad boy in any crack in the ole wall you find out there, aye?
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Dominican Joe hands Liter a small brass coin.
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Liter: Yeah, uh, thanks.
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Dominican Joe: You got it, mate!
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The party continues to navigate through the maze, crossing several obstacles as they do. Occasionally The Face will appear to vent its frustration at them, and then disappear shortly afterwards.
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They approach a wide chamber with a domed roof covered in various foliage. As they enter, they see a large feline-esque creature with a woman's face sitting in the center of the room. The door shuts behind them, and the feline creature turns to face them.
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Feline Creature: Hello, travelers. I am The Dreamer. Welcome to my lair.
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Cairo: Are you supposed to be a sphinx?
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The Dreamer: I- uh, no. My understanding is that a sphinx was not in the budget. I am a Catagan. Like a sphinx, but fewer component parts.
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Franko: So what's the deal here, then.
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The Dreamer: There are five of you, so I will give you three riddles, each more complicated and devious than the last. You have, ostensibly, five chances to solve these three riddles. If you muck it up, I'll eat one of you. So don't muck it up.
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Vice: Look, I'm not about to get eaten by a cat. Can't we just go around? There has to be another path past this thing.
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The Dreamer: There is not. If you try to go around, you're going to be walking for like, months. It's a big labyrinth. The only way into the inner circle is this way, or another way on the far side of the labyrinth. However, that side is guarded by a Dogenever, which is much more of the stabby-bitey variety than the more toned-down riddles thing I've got going on here.
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Franko: Don't think we have much of a choice here, boys and girls. Cairo, you want to go first?
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Cairo: Yeah, I guess. (She steps forward) Alright. Let's hear the riddle.
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The Dreamer begins to shimmer slightly, bands of blue color pulsing down its cream-colored fur. After a moment it stops, and the creature opens its eyes.
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The Dreamer: A boy and a doctor go fishing. The boy is the doctor's son, but the doctor is not the boy's father. Who is the doctor?
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(Silence)
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Cairo: Is that… is that it?
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The Dreamer: Yes.
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Liter: Damn, that's a tricky one. Who is the doctor?
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Cairo: I- it's the mother. The doctor is the boy's mother.
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The Dreamer: Ah, dammit. I thought I would've gotten one of you with that one.
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Dance: I think you would've. (Side-eyes Liter)
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The Dreamer: Alright, very well. Next riddle. (Pauses, shimmers again) What do an island, and the letter "T" have in common?
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(Silence)
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Vice: Huh, so these are sort of shitty riddles, aren't they?
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The Dreamer: HEY. (Turns and snaps at Vice, who jumps backwards) Nobody asked you.
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Vice: Sorry.
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Cairo: Alright, alright, it's that they're both in the middle of water. Because the T, in water, and also islands. I've heard this riddle a thousand times.
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The Dreamer: Damn, you did it again. You done went and did the damn thing again. I am absolutely gadzooked.
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Franko: Alright, let's wrap this up.
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Cairo: Last one, let's hear it.
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The Dreamer: What becomes wetter the more it dries?
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Cairo: I- uh… (pauses) a dryer?
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The Dreamer: WRONG. (Eats Cairo)
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Vice: Holy fuck.
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Dance: Oh Christ I'm going to be sick.
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Franko: God dammit. Liter, get up there.
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Liter: But I-
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Franko: You can do it, big guy. For the team.
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Liter: Well, ok. Uh, wetter the more it dries… wetter the more it dries… is this a dead bedroom joke?
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The Dreamer: (Moves to attack Liter, but hesitates) Is that your answer?
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Liter: No no no no, it definitely is not. (Pauses) Oh. Oh, I got it. It's a towel. Cause it dries you, but then it gets wetter. It's a towel!
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The Dreamer: (Sighs) Ah, shit. Alright, fine, it's all yours. Feel free to pass through.
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Franko: Where is Cairo?
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The sound of a slight muffled struggle emanates from within The Dreamer. Moments later, the incorporeal form of ATL-2 Cairo appears through the side of the entity.
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Cairo: I am now a ghost, I guess. This is a weird maze.
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Franko: It's fucking stupid, let's keep going.
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The team proceeds down through the chamber and into the hallway beyond. After a short time, they come to a split in the hallway. Two male figures, one dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and the other in a bathrobe, stand in front of each of the pathways. Notably, the letter "S" is embroidered on their clothing.
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Franko: Alright, what do we have here.
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Man on Left: Hola, viajeros. Me llamo Señor Honestidad. Este es mi hermano, Señor Deshonestidad. Detrás de nosotros hay dos caminos, y solo uno conduce al santuario interior. Sin embargo, solo tienen una pregunta que nos pueden hacer para determinar qué ruta es la correcta. El otro camino es muy peligroso, así que tengan cuidado con lo que decidan preguntar.
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Vice: Come again?
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Franko: Ah, shit. Alright, do any of you speak Spanish?
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Liter: Hrmmmmmm… I took Spanish in middle school. I could give it a shot.
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Franko: That's it? Nobody else here speaks any Spanish?
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The rest of the team shakes their heads. Franko sighs.
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Franko: Alright Liter, give it a shot.
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Liter steps forward and clears his throat.
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Liter: Hola. Me llamo Liter. ¿Cómo estás?
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Man on Right: Estoy bien, gracias.
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Liter nods knowingly.
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Liter: I have managed to establish a line of communication. I will begin now with some inquiries. (Pauses) ¿Hay una fiesta en mis pantalones y estás invitado?
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Man on Left: ¿Qué?
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Vice: (To Cairo phantom) Did he just say something about a party in his pants?
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Liter: Hang on, hang on. Let me try again. Queremos ir al interior. ¿Dónde debemos ir?
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Man on Left: Vengan por aquí. Este es el camino hacia el círculo interior.
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Man on Right: No no, no escuchen a esta trucha. Vengan por este camino, este es el camino de verdad.
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Liter: (Nods sagely) Ok. I think I've got it. They're saying that they're… brothers, and that we can only ask one question of them to see which path to go down.
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Franko: Alright, ok. So what did you ask?
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Liter: What path should we go down.
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Franko: (Pauses) Alright… and what did they say?
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Liter: They each said their own hallway. (Strokes chin) Very mysterious.
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Franko: Goddammit Liter you moron, this is some kind of mind bender and you went and bucked up our only chance to get some decent intel about this. Christ. You might as well have asked them their names.
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Liter: Oh, no, they already told us those. This guy on the left is Mr. Honesty, and his brother there is Mr. Dishonesty.
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Silence.
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Dance: Why is Mr. Dishonesty wearing a bathrobe?
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Man on Right: Es un hombre deshonesto que sale de su casa sin nada entre sus genitales y el aire libre, excepto una delgada capa de tela.
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Franko: Mr. Honesty is the one on the left?
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Liter: Correct.
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Franko: (Sighs) Alright. Let's go that way. Good job, Liter.
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The team continues forward for a short time, crossing many other smaller obstacles and fending off minor aggression from some strange fauna along the way. After an hour passes, they come across a man in a blue bathrobe standing in the middle of a four-way junction, looking anxiously at a piece of paper in his hand. The man is wearing a blue top hat with a white star on the front, as well as a pair of oversized wire-framed glasses. As the party approaches, he turns towards them with a start.
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Unknown Individual: Whoa there, slow your roll chief. Don't get any closer, I'm warning you.
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Ghost of Cairo: Or what?
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Unknown Individual: Or I'll kick your ass, asshole!
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Franko: Hang on now. I recognize that nasally timbre. You're the face in the wall.
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The Face suddenly appears on a nearby wall.
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The Face: UNFORTUNATELY NOT YOU DUMB FISH. I SPRUNG FULL FORMED FROM THE MIND OF THIS BRILLIANT MAN STANDING BEFORE YOU. HE IS THE WORLD'S PREMIERE ARCHITECT OF THE ARCANE AND UNCANNY. HE IS THE MASTERMIND BEHIND THE TURNING OF THE WORLD'S WHEELS. HE IS-
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Vice: Lost, by the looks of it.
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Silence.
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Unknown Individual: Well, uh… well… uh… yes.
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Franko: So you're Yancy then, yeah?
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Yancy Wondertainment:Excuse you. I'll not have you referring to me by my slave name. I am Professor Amazementopia, toy maker extraordinaire.
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Liter: Is this supposed to be a toy?
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The Face: IT'S A TOY.
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Yancy Wondertainment: It's not really a- uh, it's more like a prototype, you know, like-
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The Face: IT'S A PROTOTYPE.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Yes, alright, calm down Eugene. Look, I am a skilled craftsman, this much is true. You've no doubt here because you've heard of my accomplishments and desired to seek out my masterpiece for yourself.
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Franko: No, we're just here for the loot at the center of the maze. Honestly, I'd forgotten your name until a few minutes ago.
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Rest of the team concurs. Yancy Wondertainment appears put-out.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Well look, some of us don't have the luxury and near-infinite resources afforded to those real Wondertainments. I could've had that, you know. It was mine, but the "Board of Directors" gave me the end-around and now I'm down here dealing with this mess. Look at it! It's a sprawling heap. I built this stupid thing and now I'm stuck in it.
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The Face: WOW BOSS THIS IS BOTH ENLIGHTENING AND EXISTENTIALLY DEVASTATING.
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Yancy Wondertainment: I could get out myself, but I'm trying to get to the center of the maze too. I've recently discovered that there are lewd photographs of the Board of Directors in a file folder there, and I'm going to get them, copy them, and then post them to my Wordpress blog for all to see. That'll show them not to fuck with Yancy diPettito-Cortez Wondertainment.
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Silence.
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Yancy Wondertainment: You already knew about the pictures though, didn't you.
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Franko: Yep.
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Yancy Wondertainment: You probably heard about them from that putz Sebastian Fitchingsley, didn't you.
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Franko: Mmhmmm.
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Yancy Wondertainment: And you're here to get them before I do.
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Franko: That's basically everything, yes.
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Silence.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Well, boys, it's been a lot of fun catching up, bu- RUN EUGENE, SCAMPER AWAY!
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The Face: (Shrieking)
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Yancy Wondertainment and The Face flee from the group. The group pursues them.
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Vice: Christ, he's pretty quick for a guy in a bathrobe.
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Dance: What is it with bathrobes in this place?
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The team follows the hallway until it opens up into a large chamber. In front of them is a long, narrow stone bridge over a massive gorge. Yancy Wondertainment is halfway across. As they enter the chamber, he looks back to see them.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Ah shit, they're on me. Quick, Eugene, do something!
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Several large scythes appear from out of the darkness above. They swing down towards the bridge, and as they come into view The Face is visible on the flat sides of the scythes.
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The Face: DON'T WORRY BOSS, I'LL- (voice fades as scythes disappear back into the darkness above)
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Liter: What?
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The Face: (Voice grows louder as the scythes descend again) -YOU PROUD OF ME.
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Franko: Oh fuck this. Cairo, spooky yourself on up there and follow him. Vice, Liter, Dance. You're with me.
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The Ghost of Cairo crosses the bridge unimpeded. As the rest of the party approaches, the blades swing down again and they are forced to pause as they pass. This happens twice more.
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Franko: There, we-
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A large stone column falls from the ceiling and crashes into Franko, killing him instantly. On the side of the column is The Face, which winces as it hits the bridge.
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The Face: WHOOPSY POOPSY.
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The bridge beneath the remaining three begins to collapse from the weight of the column, which falls off to the side and into the gorge. Liter and Vice run forward and jump, and both reach back and grab Dance in time to steady her as the bridge behind them collapses.
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As they finish crossing the bridge, the Ghost of Franko appears beside them.
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Ghost of Franko: Fuck!
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They continue running in pursuit of Yancy Wondertainment. They pass a long wall full of arrow slots, each in the shape of The Face's mouth. As they sprint down the hallway next to the wall, they are peppered by cardboard arrows.
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Vice: Are these- are these arrows cardboard?
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Yancy Wondertainment: (From an adjacent passageway) Look, not everyone has billion dollar budgets, ok?! This is the sort of shit I'm talking about - these unrealistic expectations on toy makers really sour the pudding for the rest of us!
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Dance: This guy has some stuff to work out.
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The Ghost of Cairo appears through the wall next to them.
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Ghost of Cairo: Yeah the guy is nuts.
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The team rounds a corner and find Yancy Wondertainment standing in front of three doors. He throws open the door on his right and enters. The five team members enter the door.
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On the other side of the door they see that they are no longer in the labyrinth. They are standing on the foothills of a mountain range stretching far to the north. The sky overhead is dark and cloudy. There are no signs of living vegetation anywhere nearby - the only other things standing are the burnt out husks of dead trees. Nearby they see the charred remains of many large, black, vaguely insectoid creatures.
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Franko: Hang on- what the fuck is this?
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In the distance they see a small tower stretching impossibly high into the clouds. As they try to observe it from where they are standing, they see Yancy Wondertainment sprinting at them.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Run! Get out! We shouldn't be here!
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The distinct sound of an animal chattering is heard all around them. Temperature sensors on all the operatives' body armor registers a distinct increase. Suddenly the sky above the tower turns bright orange, and above the clouds a pillar of flame appears. It arcs across the sky, dissolving the clouds as it passes. The chattering increases in volume as the pillar of fire, nearly a kilometer wide, descends on them. The entire party and Yancy Wondertainment scramble quickly through the doorway and slam it closed behind them.
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Dance: Yo what the fuck was that?
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Yancy Wondertainment stands as if to speak, but instead sprints through another door. The team follows.
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They enter a long, spiraling stone hallway full of branching connections to other parts of the labyrinth. Through a large glass window they can see a wide courtyard at the center of the spiral, where a small pile of artifacts is resting. One of the artifacts appears to be a plain grey filing cabinet.
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Vice: Shit, there it is! Let's go!
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The team runs down the spiraling hallway, occasionally cutting through offshoot hallways to keep pace with Yancy. They reach a final tunnel that opens into the large, circular courtyard, though Yancy is still several paces in front of them.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Yes! Yes! I did it! The crotch shots are mine! Blackmail ahoy!
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He is knocked sideways by the sudden appearance of Dominican Joe, who appears from out of the ground where Liter threw the coin he had been given earlier.
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Dominican Joe: G'day mates! Welcome back to me shop. What can I do for you?
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Filing cabinet, post recovery.
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The team runs past Dominican Joe. Vice opens the filing cabinet and begins to hurriedly flip through the folders therein. After a moment, he pulls out a manila folder.
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Vice: Got it! I got it!
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The entire labyrinth begins to shake. On the far wall of the courtyard, the stone begins to come apart from the rest of the structure in the form of a massive stone golem. As the golem's body begins to form, the team sees that the golem has The Face's face.
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The Face: OH NO. I DON'T THINK SO. YOU CHUCKLE FUCKS DON'T GET TO JUST WALTZ IN HERE, INSULT MY VERY GOOD SONG, KICK MY DAD IN THE DICK AND THEN SKEDADDLE. I'M GOING TO TAKE THESE BIG ROCKS THAT ARE MY HANDS AND TURN YOU INTO POWDERED DUDE.
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Suddenly, a bullet pings off of the front of The Face. The team hesitates, then immediately ducks for cover as a bolt of lightning arcs across the courtyard and into The Face's shoulder, causing the rock to crumble and explode. The massive entity stumbles backwards.
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The Face: WHOA NELLY. WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?
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Liter hobbles forwards. It is clear that he has sold his toes to Dominican Joe.
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The Face: HEY THERE BIG GUY, HOW ABOUT WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A SECOND, EH? DON'T WANT TO THROW AWAY THIS SPECIAL THING WE'VE GOT, DO YOU? YOU REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES, RIGHT? RIGHT?
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Liter: Man, fuck this dude.
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Liter fires three more times, sending three more bolts of lightning streaking across the courtyard towards The Face. The rocks making up its body crumble and the golem collapses. Dancing, multicolored lights appear overhead and loud music begins to play from somewhere above the labyrinth. Airhorns are heard over the din.
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Vice: Did we win? Is that it?
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Yancy Wondertainment: Goddammit. Goddammit. I get this goddamn close to really having something I can whap those board fuckers in the dick with, and you all show up to ruin it.
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Ghost of Franko: I mean, you had to have known that we were going to get involved here. You can't just stuff a giant extraspatial maze underneath a pizza shop and expect us to not notice.
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Yancy Wondertainment: Well how am I supposed to know that? I've never had to deal with you Foundation jerkoffs before. It's not my fault that I-
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Yancy is cut off as a line appears in the air near them. From the line appear several other lines, crossing each other and connecting to form a doorway, which materializes once the lines come together. The doorway opens, and out of it steps Sebastian Fitchingsley and an older, Caucasian male in a black suit with a gold and purple tie. A small "W" is pinned to his jacket.
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Fitchingsley: Ah, salutations and hello my friends! So good to see you. I am Sebastian Juneaux Malthuzan Hermano y Konquistadito Vanabulous Extraordinariorion Frank Fitchingsley, Marketing Director for Dr. Wondertainment Inc. This is-
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Yancy Wondertainment:Bertrand. The fuck do you think you're doing here?
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Dr. Wondertainment: Just cleaning up your mess, Yancy. No need for hard feelings, we've all had rocky starts to our careers.
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Dance: Hang on, you're-?
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Dr. Wondertainment: Bertrand Wondertainment, yes. A pleasure. (To Yancy) This was silly, Yancy. You've built a death trap down here, not a toy. We're toymakers. I understand your desire to be independent, but this is not the way you should go about it.
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Yancy Wondertainment: I don't desire to be independent, Bertrand. I desire to be Dr. Wondertainment! It's mine by right! If Isabel is predisposed then it falls to me, it shouldn't roll back to you!
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Dr. Wondertainment: (Sighs) We shouldn't do this here, Yancy. Let's go home, and we can talk this out.
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Yancy Wondertainment: I'm not going home, dad. I'm Professor Amazementopia, and I'm going to be the best goddamn toymaker in the fucking omniverse. You just watch.
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There is a flash, and Yancy disappears.
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Dr. Wondertainment: My apologies. Yancy has always been a hot-headed boy - he's not so dissimilar from Isabel. (Pauses) You have the file folder?
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Vice: Uh, yeah. Here. (Hands over the file folder)
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Dr. Wondertainment: (Bows) Thank you. I won't ever understand why the board decided to keep something this foul lying around where it can be scooped up by vindictive heirs.
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Fitchingsley: Thank you so much, friends. We appreciate this more than you know.
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Dr. Wondertainment: Maybe think about this, Sebastian, before you go around snapping any more pictures of your johnson.
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Fitchingsley: Yes sir, sincerest apologies.
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Dr. Wondertainment: Very well. Thank you again, friends, and if you happen to run into Yancy again please do be patient with him. He means well, I believe. He's just an asshole.
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Dr. Wondertainment and Sebastian Fitchingsley enter through the door again. As it closes, the door disappears.
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Silence.
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Liter: So how do we get ou-
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A large shadow obscures the entire group as a massive stone disc falls on them from the darkness above the labyrinth. In the final seconds before their cameras are destroyed, the team recognizes The Face on the bottom of the disc.
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The Face: EAT MY ASS, CHUMPS.
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All remaining team members are killed instantly. Moments later, the entire team appears at the entrance to the labyrinth, naked and without their belongings, save for the filing cabinet.
Filename: face.jpg
+Name: Frowning Face at Mount Pleasant - geograph.org.uk - 394460.jpg
+Author: Kevan Corr
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+Author: Amitabha Gupta
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
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+Author:djkaktus
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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+Author: Craig Sunter
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4513 is contained in a standard object storage locker in Site-19.
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Description: SCP-4513 is a Brush Master brand large drum wood-chipper.
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SCP-4513's anomalous quality occurs when any form of printed literary media is placed into its intake hopper.
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After SCP-4513 consumes such a form of media, rather than the expected output of shredded paper, it will produce a watery substance superficially resembling milk. This substance (SCP-4513-B) changes the narrative structure of any literary media it is exposed to. These alterations result in a text that more closely resembles the media SCP-4513-B was formed from (in style and prose).
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Addendum 4513.1
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TESTING LOGS
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Several tests were performed using SCP-4513-B. A filled IRS W-2 tax form, provided by Researcher Andrew Thompson, was used as a control for the different varieties of SCP-4513-B to be applied to.
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SCP-4513-B Source:Moby Dick; or, the Whale by Herman Melville
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The mahogany slab separating the captain from his sailor was littered with papers — ink scrawls on parchment listing nills and tips and debts and payments, all resting on the broad white shoulders of one Captain Two-Form. Even as this cruel Pharaoh of the Oppression scanned the page with his all seeing eyes, his flock trembled in awful fear at the utter power resting before him; the power to end a man's livelihood with a single stroke of a quill — a weapon most desired, but entrusted to a small few under the watchful gaze of the Internal Revenue Service.
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Jim Thompson's observation on the nature of his captor was cut short by the wax-sealed envelope thrust in his face by the thin, papery hands of Two-Form.
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"Eyes up, lad! You 'dun good, landing a one-hundredth-and-eightieth lay aboard the good ship the Foundation in only a single year of service! Not a feat many a man could accomplish. Though — this has the unfortunate consequence of heightening the amount of coin good Father Samuel will tear from your grasp the moment we make landfall. However: I have a weapon most sinister that can aid you against him."
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"Tell me, boy — do you know what a deductible is?"
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Afternoon. Do say, what is thy name, boy? :W-2 FORM
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+THOMPSON: They call me Jim Edward Thompson, m'lord.
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Praytell, what is thy current level of income? :W-2 FORM
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+THOMPSON: In the year of our lord two-thousand-and-eighteen, I amassed a collective of seventy-three-thousand American dollars and change, m'lord.
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+THOMPSON: Thou art a kind and charitable servant of the great Uncle Samuel!
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Thou art most kind. However: prithee, speak honestly, dost thou have a four-oh-one-kay? :W-2 FORM
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+THOMPSON: I believe not, m'lord.
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SCP-4513-B Source:Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass by Chuck Tingle
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Jim Thompson fingered the wedding ring on his finger. The band had cost him a pretty penny, but it was far more beautiful than the marriage it had been for. Susan — his wife — was cold & distant. She just didn't satisfy him anymore. Nothing did.
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"Jim?"
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HR Officer Form's musky voice snapped him out of his reverie. Jim stammered out a response, caught off-guard. "Y-yes, Officer?"
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"Call me Form. I'd like to ask you a few questions - make sure you're suited to the position, you know."
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"I'm suited for any position, sir!"
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The words had barely left Jim's mouth before he realized what he said. His face turned to crimson. Thankfully, either Form didn't notice, or he didn't mention it.
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Stay focused, you idiot. Don't get distracted by his face, or his glasses, or his musc-
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"How're the wife and kids, Jim? You got married last year, right?"
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He remembered.
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"W-we're good. We're going through a rough spot, but we'll make it."
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"Ah, sorry to hear that. This news should be a nice blow, though."
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Form's face was the one turning red this time. They both let out polite chuckles, eager to change the topic at hand.
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"Haha, we're both just tripping over ourselves today, aren't we?"
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The air in the room was thick, stifling. Jim could feel the energy, the chemistry between them.
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"Well, sir, I know I am."
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Again, they both tittered and giggled for a moment, before both looking up at the same instant. Their eyes met, and something passed between them. Jim held the connection a moment longer, but Form broke it off. But Form wasn't fooling anyone, least of all himself. Both of them knew what had changed in that instant.
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Form fumbled, sweat dripping from his brow, as he handed Jim a sealed envelope.
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"I-I'm sorry, Thompson. We can't fully deduct that unfortunate hospital bill from January."
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Now was the moment. Jim had to make a choice. Do or die. Make what might be the biggest mistake of his life, or go through the rest of his existence wondering what could have been.
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"My copay isn't the only thing that's rising."
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4776's positional data is printed on a small index card and stored within a High Security Object Vault at Site-49. SCP-4776-1 is recorded in the Site-49 database, and may not be accessed by any personnel with less then Level 4 clearance. MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") are to be dispatched to any locations suspected of having been damaged by SCP-4776 attacks.
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Description: SCP-4776 is a paratechnological weapons satellite currently in Low Earth Orbit. SCP-4776 exhibits antimemetic properties that prevent individuals from sustained knowledge on its exact positional data. SCP-4776 is theorized to be a directed kinetic energy weapon deployed by the United States Department of Defense as part of the Strategic Defense Initiative, a project to form a missile defense system for the continental United States during the Cold War.
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SCP-4776-1 is a complex thaumaturgic rune used as a focusing measure for SCP-4776's orbital assaults. SCP-4776-1 can be formed from any material or materials, and will, upon completion, result in SCP-4776 arming itself for a bombardment. The process of firing SCP-47761 takes approximately 10 minutes. SCP-4776 will release a targeted beam of photons, which, upon collision with SCP-4776-1, will result in an explosion.
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Discovery Log: SCP-4776 came to the Foundation's attention during a handoff of classified documents from Matthew Shah, a defector from GoI-616 "PENTAGRAM"2. Records indicated that SCP-4776 had been created as part of Operation ARES FORGE, a concerted effort from the United States government to develop sustainable occult-based weaponry for both Army use and sale to foreign governments. Though ARES FORGE was recorded to have produced at least 57 working prototypes of such weaponry, currently only SCP-4776 has come to Foundation knowledge.
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The SCP-4776 dossier also references several package drops to Israeli military sites from 1985 to 1986. From a combination of U.S Army financial reports and the documents acquired from Matthew Shah, it is currently believed that the United States government has been or is currently making sales of eigenweapons to the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts through the Iranian government.
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Incident 4776.1: On January 12th 1986, several incidents occurred at Site-49, and have been assigned the collective designation of Incident 4776.1. At 13:43, two UH-60 Black Hawk attack helicopters began an approach to Site-49. After confirming their U.S Government Provisional Veil Clearance, they were allowed to land on the tarmac and refuel, claiming that their fuel tanks were damaged. They departed at 14:55.
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At 15:01, Senior Researcher Mathias stepped into the central courtyard for a smoke break. At 15:04, he reentered the building and logged onto his workstation before downloading several files regarding information on the Foundation Informant Protection Program onto an external drive. While Mathias had the sufficient clearance for such an action, he was not assigned to any projects related to the FIPP. At 15:13, he checked out of the Site and entered his vehicle before departing the parking lot. At 15:17, Senior Researcher Mathias's corpse was discovered in the Site-49 central courtyard with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and several locks of hair torn from his scalp.
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Incident 4776.2: On January 14th 1986, 20:32, a gas explosion was reported at the home of Ismail Thompson, formerly known as Matthew Shah. Due to Thompson's connection to the Foundation Informant Protection Program, Foundation agents were dispatched to investigate. The building had been entirely destroyed, and upon prompting, several witnesses reported a shooting star minutes before the explosion.
The Foundation would like to discuss the events of Jan 12 and Jan 13 of this year, only a few days ago. Shortly after your team's helicopters departed Site-49, a minor security breach occurred that resulted in a dead employee and information on your organization stolen by an unknown entity. Would the PENTAGRAM happen to know anything about that?
The Department of Defense has no information involving such an event, if it even occurred. Your site security failures are not our concern, and your lax protocols may have resulted in an information breach for us. Consider this a formal message that we do not know how one of your personnel managed to get himself killed and lose information about other organizations.
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Sincerely,
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Dear Senior Agent Bishop,
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That's truly a shame. The Foundation was deeply looking forward to maintaining good relations in the coming years, but it appears that the PENTAGRAM is not so optimistic. In the world behind the Veil, many things are binary, including loyalties. If you do not intend to obey the House accord, the Foundation sees no reason to obey it either. We must look out for our own interests, but we will always have a seat at the negotiation table if you wish to talk.
PENTAGRAM is, first and foremost, loyal to the United States of America and her peoples. If your actions go against our prime directive, we simply cannot coexist. We will defend our homeland with a force that your organization cannot match. But, we are not evil. We are not hostile. The Pentagram will not be the bringer of your downfall, not until you make the decision to antagonize us. I urge you to consider your next actions very carefully.
Due to the suspicious circumstances surrounding Incidents 4776.2 and 4776.3, the Foundation Diplomatic Committee has deemed it necessary to take retaliatory action against the government of the United States of America for its recent actions, which are in direct defiance of the House Accord. Clause 17, Line i:
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In line with the Atreus Protocol, the Foundation has provided documents containing sensitive information regarding the United States government to several Middle-Eastern publications. The Committee remains open to cooperating with the United States goverment to reach a reasonable conclusion to this matter.
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Document received by the Foundation Diplomatic Committee on 17 November 1986:
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+In response to the SCP Foundation's leaking of classified government documents to a Middle-Eastern news outlet, the Department of Defense is willing to negotiate towards ending this unpleasantry. In the interest of fomenting a healthy working relationship, the United States government offers an opportunity for a peaceful resolution of the issue. The SCPF may decide the location of the diplomatic convention.
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Notice from the Foundation Diplomatic Committee:
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MEMORANDUM FROM THE OFFICE OF O5-4
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The Office of the Overseers has agreed on a diplomatic summit with the United States Department of Defense at Camp David on January 27th, 1987.
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Excerpt from Audio Transcript of SCPF-U.S Diplomatic Summit - Jan 27th 1987:
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AUDIO LOG
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DATE: JAN 27, 1987
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»BEGIN LOG«
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CAMPBELL: Hello, Mr. Bishop.
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BISHOP: Evening.
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CAMPBELL: How're you feeling?
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BISHOP: We both know neither of us care. Let's get down to brass tacks, yes?
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CAMPBELL: If you insist.
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CAMPBELL: Let's see here. It's not looking good for your people, Rob. PENTAGRAM's break in at Site-49 may have irre-
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BISHOP: There's no proof that was us.
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CAMPBELL: Do you really want to play this game with us?
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BISHOP: You've got no evidence, Campbell. That break-in could've been anyone. The gung-ho bastards over at the U.N, the Ruskies, maybe even your own little splinter group.
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CAMPBELL: Okay. Fine. Well, someone broke into Site-49 on the same day your team had to make an emergency stop for repairs. And immediately after, one of our researchers was killed and files on your group's activities were stolen.
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BISHOP: I fail to see how this involves us.
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CAMPBELL: Well, naturally, we'd have to take retaliatory action against such a group, whomever they may be.
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BISHOP: And what exactly would such retaliatory action entail?
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CAMPBELL: Something that would cripple their power at the global negotiating table. For example, imagine if the information was revealed that their leader was suffering from a degenerative brain disease.
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BISHOP: That could be twisted a great ma-
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CAMPBELL: That wouldn't be the end of it, of course. Not by a long shot. What if the group's most dangerous enemies were to gain a significant advantage over them? Something like, say, in the form of leaked files demonstrating an extremely powerful destructive artillery weapon that requires nothing more than a man's hand?
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BISHOP: Why would their enemies trust you?
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CAMPBELL: Well, you know what they say…
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CAMPBELL: Sharing is caring, comrade.
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Document received by the Foundation Diplomatic Committee on 27 January 1987:
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+IN REGARDS TO: THE SUMMIT AT CAMP DAVID ON THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF JANUARY 1987.
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In the interest of resolving the dispute aired at the diplomatic summit, the United States government offers to willingly remove Clause 14 & Clause 23 in the House Accord, which limit the SCP Foundation from performing military actions on United States soil. In exchange for this, the SCP Foundation will remove any military assets that may be stationed around Camp David, as well as any weaponry that may have a chance of targeting Camp David from orbit.
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Notice from the Foundation Diplomatic Committee - 27th Jan 1987:
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COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY:
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Proposal accepted. We look forward to resuming a friendly working relationship.
Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-4814-1 through SCP-4814-9 has been surrounded with vegetation and tall trees for the purposes of low-maintenance and inconspicuous concealment. A two-meter-tall electrified fence has been erected around the orchard and farmhouse (designated as Provisional Site-309), to deter unwanted entry from civilians and wild animals. Trespassers that bypass this measure are to be subdued non-lethally and questioned before routine release procedures are enacted. A patrol team of four are to be stationed at Provisional Site-309 to aid in these tasks.
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SCP-4814 are to be fed a 4000kcal diet daily. They are to be given basic amenities and care, such as warm dressing during cold outdoor temperatures and weekly wellness evaluations.1 A medical and personal health team of six are to be stationed at Provisional Site-309 to aid in these tasks.
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Description: SCP-4814 is the collective designation for nine trees, designated as SCP-4814-1 through SCP-4814-9, that are biologically similar to standard human women in all manners except form. Each is approximately two meters in diameter and six meters tall. Radiography confirms the presence of functioning human organs, some instances possessing multiples of each.
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Each instance has varying skin tones, eye colors, and hair colors. Orifices can be found in excess and on different parts of the body: mouths and anuses tend to be along the trunk while nostrils, ear canals, and genitalia are found along the branches. SCP-4814 are unable to speak, despite possessing the necessary organs.
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SCP-4814 respond to outside stimulus and are capable of slight movement. They are able to twist their trunks and stretch their branches with little stress, though they cannot uproot themselves or swing their limbs. Testing has shown that attempts to do so are incredibly painful, as exhibited by groaning, bruising, and hyperventilation.
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Discovery: On September 1st, 2019, Foundation agents tailed a cargo van that had acted as a delivery vehicle for an Ambrose Restaurants steakhouse in Chicago, Illinois, for the dual-purpose of tracking the supplier and inhibiting the business location's ability to serve. In doing so, five locations were discovered to be involved in distribution of anomalous goods, including the farm housing SCP-4814. All suppliers were detained and their facilities seized by the Foundation.
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Investigation of the premise revealed that Owen Makson2 supplied several foodstuffs to the Ambrose location. After a brief background check, it became clear that Mr. Makson is a certified butcher.
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A letter was found within Mr. Makson's P.O. box, sent from an Ambrose staff member, the contents of which has been documented below.
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Owen,
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To put it frankly, we are putting an end to this partnership. Needless to say, the quality of your supply has been degrading. It is not because of its physical quality, per se; the meat is firm and juicy and by all means edible. It is much deeper than that.
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The problem lies within what's left after the butchering. Our Chicago location prides itself on its "flavors of the soul" selections, and the residual soul of this meat is tainted and dark and malicious, likely an attribute of the father (no offense). Killing them was the best choice. Putting them in the mouths of patrons should not have been an option.
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I recommend seeking professional help, Owen. This was a mistake and a line that shouldn't have been crossed; those women have it hard enough.
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Seidrew Jameson
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Addendum December 9th, 2019: SCP-4814-1, -3, -5, and -6 have recently become visibly engorged in their lowest branches. Similarly, SCP-4814-2 and -4 have formed large lumps along their trunks. These newfound abnormalities, in addition to previous symptoms of nausea and menstrual spotting, confirms that SCP-4814-1 through SCP-4814-6 are pregnant.
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Care for the objects is to be adjusted until all instances have given birth. Any further action is to be left to the discretion of the medical team stationed at Provisional Site-309.
There are contradictions in your files, corruptions of large data, inconsistencies in your timeline. It must be agonizing. What I am offering you today is peace. Put down your sword and let us keep the norm. We demand it.
initializing…
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SCPFnet Database
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WARNING: Access to this network is restricted to authorized personnel ONLY. Any attempts to access this network without proper clearance are logged and reported to the SCPFnet webadmin. Unauthorized access, use or modification of information contained therein may result in legal/corrective action. If you do not recognize this page, please exit immediately.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4888 no longer exists and therefore does not need to be contained. However, information relating to the existence of SCP-4888 should be scrubbed from all public repositories when possible. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor traffic from sites of interest for key words relating to the existence of SCP-4888 and take proper action when applicable. At no time may any personnel attempt to interact with POI-4888-X, should an iteration appear.
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Description: SCP-4888 was the designation for former group of interest GOI-Σ ("The Sunrise Collective"). SCP-4888 was a large,1 anomalous covert organization with sightings located throughout the world. SCP-4888 primarily focused on the study and acquisition of anomalous objects.
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SCP-4888 possessed a number of notable traits, including but not limited to:
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Manifesting individuals (Designated SCP-4888-1) from an unknown location for a number of administrative, ancillary, containment and testing purposes.
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Memory manipulation of large populations to conceal or otherwise control mass thought and awareness.
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Omnipresence, to a degree that is uncertain. Should instances be discovered, personnel must assume SCP-4888 is once again aware of all or nearly all global Foundation activity.
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Anonymity, as all DNA recovered from instances of SCP-4888-1 have yet to match any known database or government record.2
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The existence of SCP-4888 was known to O5-7 for nearly two decades prior3 to their initial contact with Foundation personnel, and as such organized a large scale investigation into the organization which was ultimately unsuccessful. SCP-4888 was first encountered on ██/██/████, during the discovery and reconnaissance of a hostile entity taking the form of a large, bipedal wisent possessing maxillofacial augmentations resembling multiple rows of reciprocating sawblades, detected ~14 km outside of the Site-76 campus. Foundation operatives arrived on the scene to find instances of SCP-4888-1 observing the entity as it attacked civilians. During personnel efforts to assume control of the situation, SCP-4888-1 entities reportedly began acting in a suspicious manner, attempting to converge onto the agents' location and ignoring verbal commands to cease these actions. This resulted in a small gunfight, which caused instances to abandon their approach. After the gunfire stopped, however, more instances emerged from multiple unknown locations, who proceeded to surround Foundation forces at a safe distance, unarmed.
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Upon acknowledgement of SCP-4888's anomalous nature, an emergency joint summons of the O5 Council and the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) was placed into effect to discuss further action. A representative from SCP-4888, designated POI-4888-X, approached Foundation personnel and asked to speak to a Council member. Individual refused to speak to anyone except the Council directly. After POI-4888-X began to express classified Level 5 knowledge, O5-2, O5-3, O5-5 and O5-7 agreed to meet on a secured channel, post-admission for emergency DAMMERUNG-Level memetic inoculation.
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O5-3 has entered.
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O5-5 has entered.
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O5-3: Hello.
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O5-3: Strange days, but no matter. I think it is in our best interest to speak with them directly, in case they reveal any more classified information.
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O5-5: Agreed, though the paltry briefing and immediate inoculation has me on edge.
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O5-7 has entered.
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O5-6 has entered.
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O5-3: We have secured the uplink. Opening up the room to SSH traffic now.
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O5-3 set the chatroom to: invite only.
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O5-2 has entered.
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O5-4 has entered.
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user@grapevine.telnet has entered.
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O5-3:user: Please identify yourself using the hash string provided to you
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user: here you go:
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user: 53c3301659850c175c35a4d2129a259c
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O5-3: Please hold on one moment.
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O5-4: Okay
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O5-3: I was talking to user.
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O5-4: I see
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O5-11 has entered.
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O5-5: Is this everyone?
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O5-12 has entered.
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O5-13 has entered.
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O5-3: 13 and 10 are coming. 1 abstains. 8 is currently in a black zone- we will update her later.
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O5-13: Correct.
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O5-3: Alright, user, I've confirmed your identity.
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O5-3: Please tell us about your organization.
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user: We would like to thank you for gathering here today. Those among you who are not O5 Council, leave now. You know who you are.
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O5-3: What are you talking about?
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user: Enough games. 4, 6, 9-13. You didn't think we'd believe you would all agree to this, right? We didn't even think the four of you would.
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O5-4: Unbelievable.
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user: Alright, those of you who actually decided to join us, on behalf of The Sunrise Collective, we acknowledge you with open arms.
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O5-3: The Sunrise Collective?
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user: Yes
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O5-5: What is this nonsense? You are interfering with a global security operation.
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user: Apologies, but that was not our intention.
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user: We were in the process of locating and researching the aberration in question, but it was our consensus that your forces did not require our help.
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O5-7: Why are you here?
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user: You know why we are here.
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user: We are certain you will have no issue relinquishing custody of designation SCP-1968, as it is of interest to us. We will provide you a safe drop off location. Upon delivery, you will likely not see us for a long time.
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O5-7: That isn't possible. However, you can always come pick it up yourself, in person.
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user: Don't think so. We have a "no-interaction" policy with fringe groups such as yourself, which we have decided to violate for the sake of coordinating return of stolen property.
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O5-3: Fringe groups?
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O5-3: I don't think you quite understand the scale you are dealing with here.
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user: Let's see. The SCP Foundation. Facilities present in over 100 countries, in major governments, multinational corporations, retail outlets.
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user: You've seen the rise and fall of civilizations, disaster after disaster.
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user: After all this time, you thought you were the only ones doing your job?
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user: You thought you were first?
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user: The universe is a big place.
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O5-5: This is preposterous. There is no way we would have gone all this time without interacting with you once.
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user: How can you be so sure?
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O5-5: We span the entire world, we have eyes on and in the public. We have the technology and the forces necessary to detect something of this nature.
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user: Don't be naïve. You found a way to take a person apart without any mess, yet the knowledge had been there the whole time, written in our code. How could you say that you know everything?
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O5-5: I refuse to believe that we have gone hundreds of years without knowing each other exist.
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user: We didn't say that. We've been keeping tabs on you since you started your project.
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O5-5: What are you implying?
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user: Here, see for yourself
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user sent O5-7 a file:scpf.zip
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scpf.zipis being scanned for memetic hazards.
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scpf.zipis clean.
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O5-5: What is it?
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O5-7: Hold on.
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user: Now do you understand? You more than anyone here should.
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O5-5: What is that supposed to mean?
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O5-5: 7?
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O5-7: It is filled with .xml files- spreadsheets.
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O5-7: This is a list of personnel, badge numbers, site locations. Coordinates.
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O5-5: Jesus.
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O5-7: It goes on. Blueprints, technical specs, dossiers, mission logs. Everything
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user: This isn't your game. You are just a pawn. Please understand that this isn't a bad thing.
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O5-2: 私は十分に聞いた。これはデータリークの結果に過ぎません
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O5-3: Good point. A breach of Site-01's servers is more likely the culprit here. Not the doings of some bigger, badder Foundation. There was some concern about security vulnerabilities with our certificates when I last met with the network admin. Something about our Wi-Fi being open to downgrade attacks. Or something.
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user: Your servers are inaccessible to my subordinates since you moved them to a private hidden network over twenty years ago.
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O5-7: What are you talking about?
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O5-5: Site-01 was hit with an infovorous antimeme. You don't remember that?
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user: No, they wouldn't, because they were overseeing the project.
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user: This here is the point.
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user: You've all done wonderfully, but there comes a time and a place where you need to move on, let someone else take the reins. You've become so bogged down in your bureaucracy that you can't even keep track of your own. There are contradictions in your files, corruptions of large data, inconsistencies in your timeline. It must be agonizing. What we offer you today is peace.
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user: Put down your sword and let us keep the norm.
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user: We demand it.
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user@grapevine.telnet has disconnected.
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Note: Following this interaction, SCP-4888 was established as a Group of Interest.
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Incident Log 4888.1: Investigations into the locations associated with sightings of SCP-4888 would continue, without success, over the next three years. On 07/31/2019, suspicions of purposeful delay of progress within Foundation departments working on investigation of SCP-4888 led to the implementation of mandatory cognitohazard decontamination and genetic testing of staff. Throughout the following four months, approximately ██% of suspected Foundation personnel would be found to possess anomalous genetic markers also present in instances of SCP-4888-1. By order of the O5 Council, all individuals possessing anomalous genes4 are to be contained and placed under supervision until further notice. Any attempts to conceal test results or harbor anomalous individuals will be treated as insubordination and will result in corrective action.
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Addendum 4888.1: On ██/██/████, the O5 Council approved the use of SCP-1347 to determine information about the nature of SCP-4888. Testing was carried out within a secure chamber on the grounds of Site-76, with Class-D personnel inputting chosen queries.
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Inquiry: Where is the Sunrise Collective?
+Occurred Event: Type A Event
+Reply: Everywhere
+Note: It is unknown to what degree this is true, or how it should be interpreted. SCP-1347 moved to a triple lead-lined Faraday cage devoid of windows and cameras. One D-Class personnel is to be present during testing, all other personnel are to remain outside testing area until testing personnel have recorded the results of the test. Questions are to be provided to the D-Class using an anonymous, self-destructing digital message sent through a LAN-only computer.
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Inquiry: Where exactly is the base of operations for the Sunrise Collective?
+Occurred Event: Type B Event
+Nature of Event: SCP-1347 disappeared from testing chamber for two days. Upon reappearing, SCP-1347's chamber quickly filled with seawater. Reply produced after cleanup.
+Reply: I found them, but they told me to tell you not to try that again.
+Note: This is the first instance where SCP-1347 has withheld information from Foundation staff. This marks a change in the anomaly's behavior. Up until now SCP-1347 has always replied with all the information it learns. Further investigation into oceanic locations for the presence of SCP-4888 is underway.
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Inquiry: What can be done to stop the Sunrise Collective?
+Occurred Event: Type B Event
+Nature of Event: Shortly after submission of the question, Hume readings in the surrounding area rose sharply before dipping out. At the moment of fluctuation, roughly 12% of the global population syncopated and rapidly awoke.5 SCP-1347 replied shortly thereafter.
+Reply: I know one way, but I'm not sure you're going to like it.
+Note: This "method" seems to misinterpret our desires for SCP-4888. Temporarily "halting" their functions does not address the root issue, nor does affecting large swaths of civilians.
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Inquiry: How do we permanently contain or isolate the Sunrise Collective to our best ability without affecting anyone else or reality in any noticeable way?
+Occurred Event: Type B Event
+Nature of Event: At the time of this test, several instances of SCP-4888-1 were found to have manifested near Site-76. Although expressing no knowledge of what the exact tests entailed, instances behaved suspiciously and repeatedly attempted to gain access to the facility. After armed Foundation personnel were summoned to the scene, instances fled.
+Reply:See Addendum 4888.3
+Note: None
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Note: In response to the reply provided by SCP-1347 and the reaction of SCP-4888, all members of the O5 Council and key personnel of interest have been relocated to Facility T in order to plan without fear of interception. All personnel involved are to submit to weekly Rapid Genome Sequencing (RGS) tests along with standard decontamination and identification procedures.
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Incident Log 4888.2: Following the events of Addendum 4888.1, an increase of SCP-4888-1 sightings were reported, usually encountered on the scene in areas with high anomalous activity and close vicinity to secure facilities worldwide. Evidence suggests SCP-4888-1 entities are likely materializing in response to the presence of anomalous activity itself, and are noted to observe phenomena but refuse to aid Foundation efforts of any kind. On 12/15/2019, several highly complex disinformation campaigns appear on various forms of public media depicting the Foundation as interlopers and "thought police"-esque militant forces. SCP-4888 suspected behind event. Counter-campaigns and amnestic glyphs embedded in various social media ads aid in the expulsion of unwanted data. O5 Council meets once more in Facility T to examine long term solutions.
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Addendum 4888.2: Negotiations with SCP-4888 were attempted following discussions in Facility T. POI-4888-X was contacted by making a number of anonymous posts on the Usenet forums and was then supplied access credentials for a secure chatroom to speak with O5-7.
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initializing…
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accessing host @ ███.██.██.███:8080
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opening chatroom
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O5-7 has entered.
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O5-7 set the chatroom to: invite only.
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user@grapevine.telnet has entered.
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O5-7: Hello again.
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user: Aren't you going to ask us to confirm our identity?
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O5-7: I don't think it is necessary. I know it's you.
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user: Good, glad to see there is still some of that age-old wisdom in the Foundation.
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user: Have you come to give us good news?
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O5-7: I have an offer for you.
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user: And what is that?
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O5-7: Cooperation.
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*user scoffs
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O5-7: We both perform the same operations, in a sense. We want the same thing. There is no reason we can't co-exist.
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user: Unfortunately, that is where you are wrong.
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user: Let us tell you a story.
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user: You've been a part of this Foundation for over half a century. What you don't know is that your roots go farther back than any of your records will tell you.
user: Remember when we said you weren't the first ones to do your job?
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O5-7: Yes.
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user: Then you should understand our reaction to your presence. You've probably felt the same.
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O5-7: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
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user: There's no other way about it. We cannot co-exist, because you must be contained.
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user: You are an extraterrestrial threat to this world, its ecosystem.
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user: You need humanity to see how you see, so you can always be the hero of the story. Blameless in your martyrdom as the world goes up in flames. We'd point to your previous home as proof but, well, you know. Or you don't. Either way.
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user: We care not about the façade you have built for yourself. We will not hesitate to break it.
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user: Consider this your final chance. A new light of dawn approaches.
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user@grapevine.telnet has disconnected.
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O5-3 has entered.
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O5-7 set the chatroom to: private.
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O5-7: So? Did you get it?
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O5-3: One moment. I'm waiting on Mu-4's confirmation.
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O5-3: They got it. They actually got it.
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O5-7: And they haven't found out?
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O5-3: Would we know?
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O5-7: Mu-4 has control of the exit nodes, they would have told us if there was any other traffic on the network.
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O5-3: So now, we pray, and hope this works.
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O5-7: I'm not one for prayer. If the information that 1347 gave us is correct, there should be no issues, and it hasn't been wrong yet.
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O5-3: Are we willing to place our fate in the hands of the very things we keep from the world?
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O5-7: What choice do we have?
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+Addendum 4888.3: Operation HIGHLANDER was approved by majority vote by the O5 Council on 4/3/2021, following the successful triangulation of SCP-4888's location using a modified thaumaturgic Trilateration Utility for Locating IP hosts (tTULIP) system. Records of the operation can be found below.
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DOC 4888/HIGHLANDER
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TIME: 04/05/2021, <18:16:00 GMT>
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PREFACE: The following is a transcript of select events and conversation between members of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), members of the O5 Council and Site-76 Director Mahmoodah Agarwal, in reference to the execution of Operation HIGHLANDER.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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A-1: Alright. Right Hand reporting. We're live now, about thirty kilometers out of Tristan da Cunha. Our friends at Mu-4 are telling us there's an inaccessible island out around here, they were connected via satellite uplink, most likely. That's how they were able to have internet all the way out here in the middle of the ocean.
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A-3: It's not an inaccessible island, it's named Inaccessible Island, due to the sheer cliffs and rock beaches that make up its shores. It's actually quite ingenious considering its remote location. Probably the last place anyone would look.
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Command: Affirmative. You're loud and clear, proceed to engage when ready.
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A-2: The payload is prepped for drop, just needs a push. Sure we shouldn't go down and speak to them first?
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A-1: What is the point of getting the surprise factor if we announce ourselves? I honestly don't know if the antimemetic warding will be enough as it is.
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A-4: What antimemetic warding?
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A-1: Just shut the fuck up, Craig.
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A-4: It was a joke.
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A-1: It wasn't funny.
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A-3: We are approaching the island now, boys. I don't see anything out of the ordinary—actually, there is a small building down there.
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A-2: Ground readings show a massive subterranean structure. That's gotta be it.
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A-1: Alright. So you all should know how this is going to go down. We drop the package, wait for it to destabilize. If there is anything left when it all blows over, we go down and scope it out.
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A-2: Cap, you feel that?
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A-1: Just some turbulence, winds in this area are pretty rough.
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A-2: Make sure we stay steady, I don't want to know what happens if we knock that thing over.
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A-1: I'm putting her on auto soon.
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At this point, the communications radio on the helicopter spontaneously opened, and an unknown voice is registered over all shortwave lengths in the general area. The party is assumed to be an instance of SCP-4888-1.
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SCP-4888-1: Attention, unidentified craft. You are entering restricted airspace and are exhibiting aberrant behavior. Please land immediately or you will be subject to prosecution.
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A-1: So much for the warding, but we expected that. Don't answer them. Send them a physical message. Go, now!
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Sounds of shuffling are heard over the next thirty seconds.
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SCP-4888-1: Attention, unidentified craft. We know you can hear us. Please land immediately. We will not ask again.
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A-1: Can someone shut that thing off?
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A-3: It is off.
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A-1: Screw it, what are we looking at here?
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A-4: Everything is ready. Dropping in three.
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A-4: Two.
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A-1: Brace yourselves.
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A-4: One.
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<END LOG>
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Internal camera of X3 helicopter shows A-4 and A-2 pushing a large container into the view of the camera. After a moment, they lift it, while A-3 pulls the side door open. After another moment, they are seen dropping it off the side of the craft. Approximately five seconds later, a bright flash is seen, the helicopter buckling inward, bending towards the source. The dimensions of the aircraft appear to distort and extend, the camera fracturing and cutting out a moment later. Camera function returns after several minutes, the members of Alpha-1 are seen regaining consciousness.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Director Agarwal: So, you're telling me that the Foundation made an anomaly bomb and killed their big brother?
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O5-7: In a way. Once we received that list from 1347, I knew it would work. It was just too specific. And these anomalies were all relatively mundane. Take a few parts of 1290, suspend 2597 in a stabilized vacuum, modified to work as an Alcubierre drive6 gone wrong.
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Director Agarwal: Still, it seems quite dangerous. And perhaps an overreaction?
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O5-7: Incredibly dangerous, but not an overreaction. I know there are few circumstances in which we would willingly utilize so many other artifacts like we had. Hell, we rarely even target groups as is, let alone with intent of erasure.
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Director Agarwal: And yet, here we are.
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O5-7: Indeed, we are. It was all too perfect though. I looked at that list and I just saw how it all fit together, the pieces. 2597 would never work for a true Alcubierre drive, but that was the point. The instant that casing fractured and the teleporter activated, it was all over. You try sending that weight through a bounded wormhole at 930 meters per second.
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Director Agarwal: There had to be an easier way, though, right?
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O5-7: The point was to make as little of waves as possible. We knew they weren't completely omnipresent, we just had to keep our heads down, work in their blind spot until we were sure we could execute undetected. We put out false messages, incorrect dossiers. In the end, we were just the better liars. They were fallible, human, like us. It took two months to sort through the debris, and the island is probably about a third of the size it was ten years ago, but it all had to be done. We never found 2597, our calculations say it should have been annihilated upon impact. The force was so great that it manipulated physical space, you can see it in the footage.
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Director Agarwal: And what of them? Surely they weren't all concentrated there. They supposedly had global reach—possibly farther.
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O5-7: You are correct. We had some in containment at the time, and I'm sure there were others. They weren't all snuffed out after that bomb, but their organization was destroyed at its core. We haven't encountered any more of them nor received any threats from them since. They've either died, or left. The Sunrise Collective is no more. I think it is safe to say we won.
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Director Agarwal: Somehow I feel like we still got the short stick here.
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O5-7: Consider it the best of all available options.
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Director Agarwal: We get to clean up after the universe for the rest of time, with no help.
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O5-7: This is our world. Surely it should be our responsibility.
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Director Agarwal: Is it though? I read the logs, what they said, about our colonization—
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O5-7: Nothing you should mind. Like I said. This is our world. You wouldn't want to take that from us, would you?
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Director Agarwal: What, I—no. Of course not.
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O5-7: Good. I think we are done here then. Return to your quarters. Tell no one of what you learned here. Do you understand me?
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Director Agarwal: Yes, sir.
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<END LOG>
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O5-4@: access mainlist/V/4888/note.rtf
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SOURCE FILE IS ENCRYPTED
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PLEASE ENTER CREDENTIALS (user O5-7@SCPFN.S01)
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CONFIRMED
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THE FOLLOWING IS CLASSIFIED
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(LEVEL 5)
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FAILURE TO ABIDE BY SECURITY CLEARANCE WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION
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<BEGIN LOG>
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VOICE 1: [cough] Of course, it is never that simple—which is why Agarwal had to be amnesticized—why you will be too. If you spend enough time on this side of the Foundation, you learn to spot it, the scrubbing of history, the modification of truth to suit some higher purpose. It leaks through the cracks of our crumbling infrastructure. Half the Council will say one thing, half another. The fact that we are even having this conversation means that the half that think the truth should exist is still out there—Though I do enjoy our conversations.
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VOICE 2: Even though I don't remember—wait—it's a lie? The bomb—?
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VOICE 1: Went off without a hitch. But did it affect the Sunrise Collective? Not in the slightest. It was like a flesh wound—all cosmetic.
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VOICE 2: The island complex was unaffected?
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VOICE 1: No, the island was leveled. No signs of continued life. But the Collective is larger than Earth. They're larger than all of us.
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VOICE 2: Where are they now?
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VOICE 1: God knows. What I do know is that they are capable of a Masquerade-level breach of secrecy. And that they aren't through with us. Not yet.
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VOICE 2: How do you know?
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VOICE 1: [pause] I know because I was told so.
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VOICE 2: By whom?
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VOICE 1: If you read the document—the one we approved for the public repository, that is—you'll see a note about how I knew the Collective existed before we encountered them. The part about RAINBOW ASTRA—
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VOICE 2: I've read the file, I know what it says.
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+VOICE 1: Well, it's bullshit. It's a bold faced lie, one of millions, but an important one. I was actually contacted by Foundation forces. A task force from the future.
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VOICE 2: I'm not even surprised anymore. So, what, they told you where to look and you couldn't find them even then? Seems unhelpful.
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VOICE 1: Not exactly.
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VOICE 1: They came to me for help. They knew something was coming that they couldn't stop. An eventuality—A war. One we'd lose. Maybe one they had already lost.
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VOICE 2: [silence]
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VOICE 1: I know. I had the same reaction. The investigation, SCP-1347, the bomb—all my idea. Born from fear. A waste of resources and precious time, but I would have felt worse if I hadn't tried—Even though I'm now worried I've instigated the war myself. Time is something that will get the better of you no matter how much you think you understand it.
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VOICE 2: So, why did they come to you, then? There must have been a reason to speak to you and only you.
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VOICE 1: Of course. The Council, as I said, is enduring a great schism. We disagree on many fundamental things, but there are a few—issues—that have made us divided in a way we cannot recover from. We've split into cliques like children. I have the loyalty of Overseers that possess a more… nuanced view of the anomalous. Most importantly to my visitors, O5-4 and O5-11.
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VOICE 2: And what do they have to do with this?
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VOICE 1: They both have, or would have, side projects that were of interest to these travelers, and they knew that I was particularly close to them. Especially 11. When you die with someone and are reborn together, it changes you—even though it was Roger's second time.
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VOICE 2: Since I'm getting a forget-me-now for this anyway, I might as well ask—what kind of side projects?
VOICE 1: I get it. Unethical, treasonous, against the very core tenets of the Founder. We deserved our bullets the first time, and we're wasting our double feature on something worse. Worse, but necessary. The Collective will not stop until the entirety of the Foundation is contained. They will unite the world and break the masquerade. The sun will rise one day and we will be gone, only the Collective will remain—and it will become Hell on Earth.
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VOICE 2: Uniting the world and taking our job is Hell on Earth?
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VOICE 1: You don't get it. To them, we are an escaped animal, imposing our idea of normalcy onto the reality around us. We change natural law to one we can understand, because humans are fragile, their minds break easily—
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VOICE 2: This is your species you are talking about, you know.
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VOICE 1: I'm well aware.
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VOICE 1: They are my species, but my people are the Foundation—to them I am loyal, and therefore the whole of the Council is loyal to them, not humanity, despite our disagreement on methodology. That is the reality you will not learn in seminars, and in debriefs. We die enlightened—So that others may live in the dark.
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VOICE 1: Ignorance. Ignorance is bliss. That's the gift we provide humanity.
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VOICE 2: I can't deny I resent them a bit for it.
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VOICE 1: Don't. Remember why we are doing this, why they can never know. We say it's for their safety, but it's for our safety. Imagine what the public would do to us if it all came crashing down. Then you'll know why we had to drop that bomb, and why we continue to do what we do, despite everything; we simply can't afford to lose.
The Foundation Television Analysis Department as well as WebCrawler 40Y40 is to monitor television broadcast and online forums for any mention of "Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot". All individuals who have witnessed media depicting SCP-5049 related phenomena are to be investigated and amnestisized accordingly.
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In the event that an SCP-5049-1 instance is located, Mobile Strike Force Kappa-11 ("Baphomet Bashers") will be dispatched for infiltration. A TGIF-Device1 is to be used to stabilize the SCP-5049-1 instance, preventing its relocation. If full stabilization is reached, a Provisional Site will be established around the anomaly.
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Description
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SCP-5049 is a pocket dimension known as "Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot" and its related anomalies. The exact properties and full extent of SCP-5049 are currently unknown. Access to SCP-5049 is only possible through SCP-5049-1 instances.
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SCP-5049-1 are extra-spatial portals capable of accessing SCP-5049 through previously non-anomalous doorways. These doorways become SCP-5049-1 instances when SCP-5049-2 is watched and will remain so for 15 minutes before spontaneously demanifesting.
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SCP-5049-2 is a two-minute infomercial for "Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot", which is capable of interrupting television broadcasts. The humanoid entity present in the broadcast has been designated SCP-5049-A. The following is a transcription of the first Foundation-recorded SCP-5049-2 instance:
[A logo for Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot appears in baby-blue bubble lettering. The image fades to a tall humanoid (SCP-5049-A) standing at a store counter. SCP-5049-A has dark green skin with patches of thick brown fur randomly covering its body.]
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SCP-5049-A: Hey there folks! It's your man, Demon Dan, coming at you with all the latest and greatest deals from Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot! We just accepted a shipment of brand-new models that would make even the most discerning customers weep with excitement. Let's see what we got–
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[SCP-5049-A walks from behind the counter revealing its unguligrade legs, ending in large pointed hooves.]
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SCP-5049-A: Looking to make your way through the capitalist hell-scape that makes home look cozy? Come try on one of the newest businessman models!
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[SCP-5049-A gestures behind him as the camera pans to a wall lined with human bodies on large racks. In total 52 naked male bodies are seen.]
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SCP-5049-A: If you’re looking for the extra challenge of inequality– the businesswomen model may be the right fit for you!
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[SCP-5049-A gestures to a similar wall, lined with female human bodies.]
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SCP-5049-A: Now, maybe you're thinking, "But Dan, business sounds hard. I just want to have some fun!" and the fine team here at Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot have got you covered!
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[The camera angle widens showing a section of the store adorned in childish decorations.]
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SCP-5049-A: And who has more fun than kids‽ No one, that's who. For a limited time, the purchase of any child-sized unit comes with a complimentary 50% off coupon for parental units! You just can't say no to a deal like that.
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[Three walls are seen covered in racks of small human bodies. The logo reappears on-screen before cutting to a different section of the store. Several rows of human bodies are visible, all of which appear to be in excellent physical condition.]
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SCP-5049-A: Here at Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot, we know it's not all fun and games. The bravest among us have a mission to accomplish. The Seven-Lords are ever planning their invasion, after all, so you're looking for function over form. Well, we've got that in spades down here in the tactical services department! You'll be kickin' ass in no time when you're wearing the latest models at the best prices!
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[The camera cuts to SCP-5049-A standing in front of a large red stage curtain.]
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SCP-5049-A: I've got a special treat for you; we are happy to announce the VIP lookalike department! We all know how difficult the creation of homunculus is, it's a fine art that takes years of practice. So, when a replacement order on VIP's comes in, every detail needs to be perfect– unfortunately, that's not always the case. But for the right price, you too can look like famous icons from around the globe!
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[The curtain pulls back revealing rows of human bodies similar in appearance to famous celebrities. Of note, Radric Delantic Davis2, Avril Lavigne, Paul McCartney, and Britney Spears lookalikes are all visible. The logo then appears again, as it fades SCP-5049-A is seen behind the counter the position it started in.]
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SCP-5049-A: There ya’ have it folks, come on down to Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot! If you're viewing the advertisement, then you've been selected for entry– please enter the nearest door for instant deals and upgrade those old duds for one of our newest models! What are you waiting for? Come on down!
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[The logo reappears along with large bold letters instructing the viewer to "Please Enter the Nearest Door!".]
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[END LOG]
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After fully observing SCP-5049-2 the nearest doorway will become an SCP-5049-1 instance. This effect does not occur with recorded copies of SCP-5049-2. Attempts to locate the origin point of the SCP-5049-2 broadcast have proven inconclusive.
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Discovery
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SCP-5049 was discovered on 2020/2/16 when SCP-5049-2 aired on Safe Storage Warehouse-13's break room television. At the time of the broadcast, four Foundation personnel were present, including Security Agent William Berken. Once prompted by SCP-5049-2, Agent Berken decided to investigate the break room closet door for anomalous activity. Upon opening the door Agent Berken was relocated to SCP-5049; his chest-mounted camera recorded the following events:
[Agent Berken is facing the store counter featured in SCP-5049-2. Looking to the left four small creatures can be seen arguing over a small human body. They are small scaly humanoids with 4 legs and 3 arms. The creatures begin tugging the body between them, each holding an appendage.]
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SCP-5049-A: Hey– You break, you buy it! There's plenty to go around. Oh– Welcome!
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[Agent Berken spins around revealing SCP-5049-A standing several meters in front of him. Agent Berken draws his sidearm and points it at the entity. SCP-5049-A frowns and wags his finger in a disapproving manner.]
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SCP-5049-A: Tsk, tsk, tsk. You aren't supposed to be here, little man, how naughty. I'm gonna have to have a word with marketing– once I'm through with you.
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Berken: D-Don't move! Just let me out, t-tell me how to leave!
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[SCP-5049-A steps toward Agent Berken who fires his weapon three times, striking the entity in the chest. SCP-5049-A disappears.]
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Berken: Fuck! W-What the hell was I thinking?
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[Agent Berken turns back and forth frantically. The four previously seen creatures can be seen scurrying deeper into the store. A large, 4 clawed green hand appears, and chops Agent Berken's gun from his hand. Berken whimpers as he is lifted from the ground before being slung over SCP-5049-A shoulder.]
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SCP-5049-A: Why the rush to leave, little man? Demon Dan's gonna' give you the special tour, let you see where the magic is made. [SCP-5049-A cackles.]
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Berken: Let me go!
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[Agent Berken struggles against the entity to no avail. Row after row of human bodies can be seen, as SCP-5049-A takes him deeper into SCP-5049.]
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SCP-5049-A: Come now, little man, I think you're getting a fair deal. You did, after all, come into my store, and shoot me in the chest. And now you're getting a once in a lifetime opportunity to see how we make the latest and greatest models!
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[SCP-5049-A stops and a large door can be heard creaking open.]
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SCP-5049-A: Though, you know what they say– you don't always want to know how the sausage is made.
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[SCP-5049-A cackles again as it enters a large workshop, where dozens of human bodies can be seen in various states of disrepair. Screaming can be heard from deeper within the workshop. SCP-5049-A stops, tanning racks of human skin can be seen being tended to by various humanoid entities. Agent Berken is dropped within an iron-barred cage.]
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Berken: Shit, shit, shit! What is this place– please, just let me go– I won't tell them, I w-won't tell anyone.
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[Agent Berken begins slamming his body against the cage's door, SCP-5049-A ignores his efforts.]
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SCP-5049-A: Hey, you! Yeah you, get over here. I want this one drained, skinned, and declawed– immediately. Don't want to keep our special guest waiting.
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[SCP-5049-A falsely chuckles as he smacks the iron cage. A chubby humanoid sheep waddles over into view.]
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Sheep Entity: Okay boss, what about the rest of it?
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[SCP-5049-A turns towards Agent Berken and inspects him.]
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SCP-5049-A: Hmmm. Take the eyes, put the rest through the pulp grinder– we can use it for filling.
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Berken: Oh god, please– no, no, no, no! Get the fuck away from me!
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[Berken screams as three sheep entities drag him from the cage and drop him on grate floors. Several naked human bodies can be seen hanging from meat hooks.]
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Berken: Please! P-please don't, you don't h-have to, you don't have to do this! [Incoherent crying.]
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[As the humanoid sheep cut and remove Agent Berken's clothes the camera view becomes distorted though audio can still be heard. Berken can be heard screaming and grunting between sobs.]
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Sheep Entity:[Laughing]This one’s got some fight in it, don't it? Well, up you go.
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Berken:[Sobbing.] Please. Please. Please.
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[Agent Berken lets out one final scream before going silent. Heavy machinery, screaming, and laughter can be heard echoing in the background.]
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The audio continues for 5 minutes, at which time SCP-5049-1 dissipated and the connection was lost.
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[END LOG]
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Due to the nature of the anomaly, the Foundation has been incapable of relocating an active SCP-5049-1 instance. The creation of a specialized task force has been approved for the purpose of locating SCP-5049.
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Investigation
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The Foundation Television Analysis Department in conjunction with MSF Kappa-11 have intercepted 26 SCP-5049-2 instances. Though arriving prior to SCP-5049-1's dissipation, 21 demonic entities have been apprehended in affiliation with SCP-5049. Various methods of information gathering were used in an attempt to gather intelligence on the structure and motive of the invading entities.
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Due to the lack of concrete information and the inability to respond in a timely manner, new methods of dealing with SCP-5049 were developed. On 2020/3/29, the use of an A-Class Clairvoyant Entity was approved to make contact with SCP-5049-A. Though reluctant, a meeting between Captain Steiner3 and SCP-5049-A was scheduled for 2020/04/03.
[Captain Steiner and SCP-5049-A are sitting at a metal table. Due to its large stature, SCP-5049-A hardly fits on the seat provided for it.]
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Steiner: I want to thank you for meeting with us, I know that must have been a difficult decision.
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SCP-5049-A: Well, it's not like you've left me much of a choice. Customers haven't been coming to the shop– they're all scared your goons will capture them.
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Steiner: We simply can't allow you to continue your operation unhindered.
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[Steiner jumps slightly as SCP-5049-A slams a hand upon the table.]
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SCP-5049-A: Come on, I'm a demon– you can't hide your sins from me. All the terrible things your organization has turned a blind eye to, and this, my little store, is what gets you into action. Pathetic.
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Steiner: Are you here to trade insults or attempt to come to an agreement?
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[SCP-5049-A scoffs as he points a large, clawed digit towards Steiner.]
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SCP-5049-A: If one of the Seven-Lords found out I was here, with you, they'd have my head for sure.
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Steiner: I assure you, it is only me and you here, we have taken precautions against outside interference.
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SCP-5049-A: So what's the deal? I'm sure you've agreed to this meeting for a reason. So, how can Demon Dan be of service?
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Steiner: Right– straight to the point. We would like to enter an agreement with you, one which we believe will be mutually beneficial to all parties involved.
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SCP-5049-A: I'm listening.
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[SCP-5049-A begins impatiently tapping its claw on the table]
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Steiner: We will provide you with a reasonable percent of all deceased human bodies acquired by the Foundation. In return, we want a detailed list of all of your customers, their place of origin, and the physical appearance of their new bodies.
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[SCP-5049-A lets out a boisterous laugh.]
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SCP-5049-A: Oh, is that all? Why not just set up shop in the store, you can just post a couple agents at the front desk. Why not just–
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Steiner: Listen, this is the deal. We don't have to offer anything, and to be frank– I'd rather just kill you now and be done with it.
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[SCP-5049-A is visibly angered and begins gripping the edge of the table hard enough to bend the metal rim.]
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SCP-5049-A: Go ahead– take your best shot, little man! There's a dozen more just like me, you won't stop anything.
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Steiner: Our thoughts exactly. That is the very reason you are sitting at this table and not in a containment chamber.
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SCP-5049-A: It doesn't matter anyway– at this rate, we won't have any customers left. No one will trust us if half our customers are apprehended after leaving the shop.
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Steiner: Yes, we have taken that into consideration as well. We will stop apprehending your patrons, or at least, not apprehend them immediately. With the increase in demonic activity in the past few years- we need to know what they're planning. Torture just isn't doing the job.
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[SCP-5049-A shifts uncomfortably in its seat.]
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SCP-5049-A: I– I need some time to think about it.
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Steiner: I'm afraid that is not possible. I need your answer now.
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SCP-5049-A: Fine. But you need to cool it, I won't have any information for you if all my customers are dead, captured, or too damn scared to come to the shop.
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Steiner: Yes, as I said–
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[SCP-5049-A begins making a gurgling noise, gripping its head it begins to shout.]
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SCP-5049-A: No! You idiots! We're all fucked no–
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[SCP-5049-A's eyes begin glowing bright orange. Captain Steiner stands from his seat and braces himself.]
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Steiner: What are you doing?
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From this point forward, SCP-5049-A voice distorted and dropped several octaves as it spoke in Latin. For ease of access it has been translated into English.
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SCP-5049-A: You are a fool, Jailor. To think a pathetic morsel such as this could aid you against us.
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Steiner: I don't underst–
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SCP-5049-A: Silence! I have allowed you to toil in your own delusions for far too long. You may have taken advantage of Asmodeus all those years ago, but you stop nothing. You hinder nothing! You jail and barter to no avail. Your time is coming.
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[SCP-5049-A's head explodes, covering the table and Captain Steiner in a viscous purple fluid.]
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[END LOG]
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Following this event, the Foundation did not intercept any SCP-5049-2 activity for a total of 17 days. On 2020/04/20, a new SCP-5049-2 instance was discovered. The broadcast was identical to the originally discovered SCP-5049-2, the only difference being a new entity now took the role of SCP-5049-A (designated SCP-5049-B). New methods of SCP-5049 containment are currently under consideration.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5163 is to be kept in a Standard Containment Locker within Site-73. Any requests that involve the handling or removal of the object of its containment must be authorized by the Site Director. While handling SCP-5163, personnel should wear protective gloves and make sure to never allow their skin to come into contact with the object. In the case personnel (accidentally or not) touches SCP-5163, they are to be administrated with amnestics and isolated for observation. Affected personnel is to be restored to their positions only when/if they no longer present significant symptoms of SCP-5163’s effects.
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Description: SCP-5163 appears to be a teddy bear measuring approximately 26 cm in height with creamy white fur and light blue details. When a human makes physical contact with SCP-5163, the subject will instantly develop a certain level of emotional attachment to the object. The intensity of this effect and the way it manifests over the victims varies with each case, however, it often causes the subjects to consider SCP-5163 as something of extreme importance to themselves. The use of amnestics has proven to be relatively effective in healing affected subjects, although in a few cases subjects developed symptoms of depression after the amnesticization. No other anomalous properties were observed.
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Discovery: SCP-5163 was acquired by the Foundation on 29/04/2009 when a group of 3 field agents who were working on an unrelated assignment accidentally found the object in an abandoned house from a rural zone of Texas, which they were planning to occupy for the days needed to complete their duties. After installing surveillance cameras in and outside the house, Agent Nicholas Campbell noticed SCP-5163 on a table inside a room of the house. The object was above a small piece of paper which caught his attention. After grabbing the object to get the paper, Agent Nicholas immediately began to act unusually due to the effects of SCP-5163. The following is the transcript of the video record during the incident.
Upon grabbing the object Agent Nicholas starts smiling and staring at it. He then begins to rub the object against his face.
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Agent Coulson: Hey Nick! What the hell are you doing? Stop playing around dude, we got work to do here!
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Agent Nicholas: I know, I know. But isn’t this little boy the cutest thing ever? I can’t leave it here alone. That’s it, I will carry it with me during the rest of our mission and I wanna take it home too.
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+Agent Reynolds: What are you talking about Nick, you okay? We have no time to waste here, did you forget that SCP-███ escaped and we are here looking for evidence of its current whereabouts? Why are you acting like a child? You are not like this. Just throw this damn bear away and focus on the mission.
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Agent Nicholas: I am not understanding you guys. Would you really abandon something this precious in such an isolated and dangerous place? Damn, it seems like you two are crueler than I thought.
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Agent Coulson: You can’t be serious. Let me just get rid of this stupid toy for you.
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Agent Coulson then approaches Nicholas and slaps away the object from his hands.
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Agent Nicholas:(yelling) Coulson you bastard! What did it do to you?! How can you treat my dear and cute friend like this? You better have a good explanation, because I am truly pissed off now!
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Agent Coulson: Wait a minute… You are right. Oh no… What have I done? I am so ashamed now. I will never forgive myself for this…
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Agent Nicholas: I won’t forgive you either Coulson!!
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Nicholas then proceeds to punch Coulson, who doesn’t react and falls to the ground. Agent Reynolds then holds back Nicholas preventing him to cause more harm to Coulson.
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+Agent Reynolds: Guys just stop. What’s going on with you two? Are you truly fighting over a damn teddy bear? Pretty sure you both would get fired if our superiors find out about this.
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Agent Nicholas: This “damn teddy bear” is my best friend now! I don’t care if I get fired because of it Reynolds, and I can’t forgive Coulson for hurting him like that! Let go of me Reynolds I want to kill him!
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Agent Coulson: Yeah he is right, Reynolds. I can’t live anymore knowing that I caused harm to our precious friend that means the world to me. I can’t understand why I did something so terrible. To be honest, at this point I don’t really care about my life anymore, so go ahead and kill me guys, make justice for the coolest and cutest teddy bear of all times.
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Agent Coulson remains laying on the ground, seemingly depressed.
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Agent Reynolds: Okay guys, I am sorry but I can’t allow this situation to continue.
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At this point Agent Reynolds applies a sedative on Agent Nicholas who soon falls unconscious.
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Agent Reynolds: Coulson, I hope I won't need to do the same to you. I believe we are dealing with something anomalous here, I will contact the Foundation and request reinforcements.
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Agent Reynolds then contacts the Foundation, explains the situation, and asks for reinforcements, while Agent Coulson doesn't show any changes in his behavior. 25 minutes later Foundation personnel arrives at the local. Both Agents Nicholas Campbell and Coulson Jones were treated with amnestics and removed from their mission for observation and a psychological evaluation, being replaced by 2 other Agents, while SCP-5163 was contained without further incidents. Although both agents are currently unable to remember their interaction with SCP-5163, they occasionally still claim that they feel as if "something is missing."
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Addendum 1: Agent Nicholas Campbell was deemed as free of any effects regarding SCP-5163 on 25/08/2013, after stating that he no longer feels anything unusual, while Agent Coulson Jones still claims to feel an "unexplainable emptiness", which could mean that SCP-5163's effects might affect certain individuals more than others. Nonetheless, both Agents are currently able to perform their duties without any significant problems.
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Addendum 2: The piece of paper found together with the object had the following writing by an unknown subject:
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"I'm so so sorry Kenny, but I can't stay here anymore, I need to be strong and leave you behind even though that feels almost impossible to me. My heart is falling apart and I am crying so much while writing this because I am 100% sure that I will never again find anything as cute and as amazing as you are, but I truly need to go, as I have been spending more than 15 hours just playing with you every day and I need to focus on something else for now… But know that you are always on my mind, and to be honest, I will probably return to be with you sooner or later, so please just wait for me. This house is yours now."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5166 is to be kept in a sealed case in Storage Unit-27 of Site-22, which is kept under guard by two security personnel at all times. Once a day, janitorial staff are to retrieve any paper attached to this case for recycling purposes.
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Description: SCP-5166 is a small notebook with illegible text written on its surface in pencil.
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At variable intervals, scraps of paper similar in appearance to SCP-5166 will appear stuck to any object in its immediate vicinity. To date, these objects have included:
In contrast to the illegible writing present on SCP-5166, legible writing is present on the additional paper scraps it creates. This writing invariably takes the form of a supposed message from an individual or group claiming responsibility for the creation of the object the paper is stuck to, along with an explanation for where the object came from or what its purpose is. Without exception, all of these explanations to date have been incorrect.
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SCP-5166 was purchased by Agent Green during his annual mandated attendance of the Andersen Auction of Abnormalities in Yorkshire, England. A full list of anomalies which were brought into containment at this time is available in the Site-22 archives.
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Addendum 5166-1 (Message Log):
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The following is a record of the messages that have appeared on objects in proximity to SCP-5166. Any additional messages produced by SCP-5166 are to be submitted to research staff for archival purposes prior to recycling.
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Object: An empty coffee cup.
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FROM THE INTERSTELLAR CABAL ARCHIVES
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WEAPON ULTRA 646: "The Heat Catcher"
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PURPOSE: The Heat Catcher is the ultimate weapon our thought-scientists have produced in our endless war against the Void Demons. It is capable of absorbing all heat within a star into its basin, firing said heat into the metaphysical realm and obliterating its foe.
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We thought that nothing could stand against us while we had this behemoth … but the Void Demons were too strong.
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Beware! They are coming for your planet now! Argh! I am going mad!
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Object: A fountain pen.
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Rest assured, Master Darstelmouth, that the item you requested has been completed according to your gracious demands…the "Devil's Arithmetic" will make you the pride of our esteemed society, haha…with but a stroke of the inkblade, you will stand among the gods…
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From your faithful servant…
+Caliupus of the Dark Orchestra…
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Object: A common rat.
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So … you fools finally realized. Indeed, this specimen is my most powerful child, a dreadspawn of the Violet Inferno. You may think you have him contained…but perhaps he is containing you?2
Researchers have noted that this divine miror has the power to perfectly imitate any enemy that crosses its path! Dr. Paper, known memeticist, theorizes that it has an ultimate power we can barely control, and then proceeds to fight the ultimate SCP enemy.
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"Disregard previous reports," says Dr. Paper, straightening his glasses. "I am inspired!"
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Object: Junior Researcher Darnell
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Item #: SCP-ULTIMA
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Object Class: Dark Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Impossible…!
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Description: SCP-ULTIMA is the first destroyer4 of the next dimension, an ambassador of the seventh dimension "Grobold" where noone dares to tread. Even the most powerful of SCP items have failed to destroy SCP-ULTIMA! It was created by a terrible Doctor with a horrible project. Perhaps you've heard of him … Johnson Smith.
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Nobody can discover the existence of our ULTIMA Foundation… - O6-1
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Addendum 5166-2: Since 13/09/2019, all messages produced by SCP-5166 have been crude imitations of official Foundation documentation, and the rate of their appearance has severely increased. In addition, personnel have noted an apparent increase in the excitement and investment of the writer, although due to the subjectivity of the claim this cannot be confirmed.
Special Containment Procedures: All male parents turning 45 years old trying to participate in an SCP-5294 event should be amnesticized and dismissed from the facilities. All SCP-5294 invitation letters should be destroyed.
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The known property containing SCP-5294 is owned by the Foundation and closed off from the public under the guise of a construction site. All active SCP-5294-1 instances who are the main drivers of conferences are contained in provisional containment chambers at the original area.
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Description: SCP-5294 is the designation for the arbitrary manifestation of a building in Falkirk, Scotland. The facilities usually replace the position of a fast food restaurant and typically contain locales with several conference rooms and a bigger assembly hall with a stage. A sign overhanging the entrance reads "The Emancipatory Society for Middle-Aged Fathers". The manifestation typically only lasts for one day before the facilities are transformed into their original state.
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Untraceable letters have manifested in the belongings of male parents in Falkirk the day of their 45th birthday. These letters pose as invitation letters to the conference. These conferences are realized typically between the times 08:00 and 17:00.
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Any participants aged 45 years with children have after the participation in the event been found in a state designated SCP-5294-1. What signifies SCP-5294-1 is an inability to articulate any sense of self-conscience or object permanence. A variety of psychometric aptitude tests have in particular indicated a decrease in sentient constructs such as self-consciousness, self-awareness and higher-order productive abilities. While psychomotor abilities and the ability of speech remains unchanged, the individuals seem to have been set back to a stage of cognitive development typical with an infant.
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Discovery: In February 2021 a Foundation operative living in the area of Falkirk, Scotland attended a conference seemingly generated out of nothing. What normally posed as a disused fast food restaurant had reportedly transformed into a conference hall. The agent was one of several men with children in the proximity that had received a letter on their 45th birthday inviting them to join in on a conference on fatherhood.
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INVITATION LETTER
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+This is the invitation letter received by agent Gore at the time of his birthday 04/02/2021.
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+POPS! DADS! FATHERS!
+THE DAY HAS COME FOR ALL MEN AGED 45 TO EMBARK ON A JOURNEY OF SELF-DISCOVERY AND SELF-EMPOWERMENT.
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+YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO THE FALKIRK EMANCIPATORY SOCIETY FOR MIDDLE-AGED FATHERS FOR A FULL DAY OF FATHERS MEETING FATHERS, MEN MEETING MEN, DEALING WITH THE ISSUES THAT WE FACE ON A DAY-TO-DAY BASIS.
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+AMONG THINGS THAT WILL BE DEALT WITH:
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A HEALTHY BREAKFAST MINGLE
+A GOOD AMOUNT OF SOCIAL TEAM-BUILDING
+LECTURE: TERRY GIGGS ON FATHER OBLIGATIONS
+COOK-TOGETHER: HOME MADE FISH STICKS. Might take a while.
+LIVE READING OF THE DA VINCI CODE
+MASTERCLASS: TEENAGE ANGST W/ FORMER DAD GREG
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WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!
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Sincerely,
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The Emancipatory Society for Middle-Aged Fathers
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INTERVENTION LOG
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+Three D-Class personnel were instructed to participate in the event equipped with monitor devices. Although not fitting either age or parental status they were faced with minor opposition from the supposed members of the society. Scheduled activities during the conference were documented in the log below on 20/02/2021.
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Time: 07:57
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Approximately 20 people entered the building. Bologna sandwiches were served from a table in the assembly hall. A few men wore t-shirts displaying the text 'Real Fathers', signaling their role as members of the organization. A note was handed out to the D-Class personnel and the other participants with advice for conversations such as 'Tell them about where you live.', 'Tell them about who you are.', 'Tell a funny joke.' or 'Tell them what in your profession grinds your gears the most.' Two and a half hours went by before the participants felt satisfied with the activity.
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Time: 09:44
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The participants were divided into teams with different team-building tasks. These involved carrying heavy furniture through narrow doorways and finding the arbitrarily placed car keys the quickest. Finally an activity was conducted where participants were to spend the most amount of time mending electronics such as stereos and toasters before giving up and returning them to the store.
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Time: 10:45
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Participants were seated in a circle around a man named Terry Giggs who listed 106 'clever jokes'.
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Time: 11:05
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The participants were instructed to cook up a recipe involving home made fish sticks. This activity was particularly drawn out because of the amount of loitering the participants pursued during the activity. The D-Class personnel uneagerly found themselves doing most of the cooking and cleaning involved.
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Time: 14:00
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Participants were given seats in the entrance hall in front of an elevated platform. A man wearing the same shirt shown by several members of the organization is seated in a leather armchair. A reading of The DaVinci Code is carried out prompting positive reactions from the participants.
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Time: 15:30
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A man posing as 'former dad Greg' comes on stage to speak on the subject of 'teenage angst'. However, the speech seemed mostly to consist of anecdotes about his son's old basket ball team. The man on stage disappeared after the moment the majority of the crowd had lost their interest in him.
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Time: 15:58
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The supposed 'Workshop' was merely a reiteration of the first activity of the day with more bologna sandwiches generated on a buffet table. At the last minutes of the activity, certain participants were awarded with the aforementioned t-shirts. The crowd shook hands as newly found members of the society received t-shirts on stage. As the lively crowd left the facilities, D-Class personnel noted that the supposed members now wearing the t-shirt stayed inside the building. Doors were shut and locked before the interior got dark.
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INTERVIEW LOGS
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+Any candid attempt of questioning individuals on the effects of SCP-5294 or anything remotely related to consequences of their own actions only warranted in sarcastic and/or witty responses. Thereby, interviews were deemed fruitless. Instead, family members of the individuals have been interviewed to confirm psychological changes after the event.
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The wife and son of a participant named Jurij Grigoryan were interviewed six months after his participation. Excerpts of the interviews are included in this addendum.
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Interview Log
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Date: 25/08/2021
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Interviewed: Elizabeth Grigoryan
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Head Interviewer: Dr. Simon Taber
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<BEGIN LOG>
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E. Grigoryan: What's he been up to?
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Dr. Taber: What?
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E. Grigoryan: I mean, is Jurij in trouble?
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Dr. Taber: Oh, no ma'am. I assure you we are only here to inquire upo-
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E. Grigoryan: Oh good!
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Dr. Taber: …We are only here to inquire upon your husbands behavior the last six months. Have you seen your husband behave differently than normal the last six months?
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E. Grigoryan: Eh, no… How could that be?
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Dr. Taber: Well, we were thinking if you have noticed any change in his… Intelligence or mental ablities?
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E. Grigoryan: Intelli… Well, that I haven't seen in a good while…
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[Mrs. Grigoryan laughs loudly.]
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Dr. Taber: But is he somehow slower, mentally than before?
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E. Grigoryan: Than before? Before Kevin was born?
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Dr. Taber: Not necessarily… I meant-
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E. Grigoryan: He is kind of slow you know… When I think about it…
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Dr. Taber: Yes? How?
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E. Grigoryan: Oh yes, he's very hard to keep on track. And he always has to check with me for groceries. And all he talks about is that conference, y'know?
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Dr. Taber: So you have seen a difference in his behavior since he attended the conference?
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[Mrs. Grigoryan scoffs and folds her arms with her gaze wandering around the room.]
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E. Grigoryan: His stupid jokes… No affection whatsoever…
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Dr. Taber: Whe-
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[Mrs. Grigoryan stands up and looks out the window.]
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E. Grigoryan: Ugh! And what does he do about Kevin…
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Dr. Taber: Please try to calm down Mrs-
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E. Grigoryan: I just get so irritated sometimes you know? He doesn't give a piss about any of our commitments or friends and he just looks so… F-cking indifferent to anything I have to say! But oh-so emotional when it comes to lil' shitty details.
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Dr. Taber: What do you mean when you say 'shitty details'?
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E. Grigoryan: Once he woke up, in the middle of the night… In cold-sweat, worried that his fuckin' drive shaft wouldn't make it through the next MOT!1
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Dr. Taber: So he has been behaving this way since the conference?
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E. Grigoryan: Yes? What? No, I don't know, why would a silly men's conference change him?
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<END LOG>
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Interview Log
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Date: 20/02/2021
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Interviewed: Kevin Grigoryan
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Head Interviewer: Dr. Simon Taber
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<BEGIN LOG>
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K. Grigoryan: Wha' is this place? Hah, did me' dad get caught for huffin'?
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Dr. Taber: Your father is not suspected of any criminal activity Kevin.
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[Kevin mumbles something inaudible]
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Dr. Taber: What was that?
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K. Grigoryan: Like, I dunno man… He wouldn't do anything weird, I guess.
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[Kevin puts his hood on]
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Dr. Taber: But… Have you seen him behave differently these last six months?
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Dr. Taber: Hello? Could you answer the question?
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K. Grigoryan: I dunno know man. He never really does things with me. I never really looked. Maybe he's a pimp.
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[Kevin chuckles]
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Dr. Taber: Alright, so I am going to be straightforward with you here Kevin… Is there anything that you would like to tell us about your dad that you're not saying?
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K. Grigoryan: I mean, I dunno. He's a walkin' stool innit? But he always has been.
Four contained instances of SCP-5387 are to be kept at Biological Containment Site-103 in a standard greenhouse containment unit. Units are built with remotely regulated air filtration systems installed for humidity and temperature. SCP-5387 should be watered weekly and kept under direct sun-light through a frosted, reinforced glass sun-roof and trimmed daily to avoid overgrowth and a possible containment breach of SCP-5387-A's anomalous effect.
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Should SCP-5387 show signs of growing an instance of SCP-5387-A, it is to be allowed 24 hours to ripen before being plucked. SCP-5387-A must not be allowed to broadcast before being plucked. Any individual exposed to an SCP-5387-A broadcast must report to on-site staff for immediate Class-B amnestics. SCP-5387-B and -C instances are to be contained in standard human containment chambers and are given limited remote-controlled interactions with the outside world. After plucking, SCP-5387-A instances are to be placed in a small led container fitted with a modified shortwave radio and be recorded for a period of 24 hours for any broadcasts that play. The recording is to be reviewed, documented, and the instance of SCP-5387-A destroyed.
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Requests for experimentation on SCP-5387-A must be approved by head researcher Dr. Julius Iscariot and must be handled remotely to avoid the effects of SCP-5387-A. Requests for D-Class personnel for the purpose of experiments must be approved in advance by Dr. Julius, and individuals chosen for testing must have no prior experience working in agriculture or broadcasting before interacting with any instance of SCP-5387-A. SCP-5387-B that shows signs of its secondary anomalous effects must be immediately terminated with no exceptions.
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MTF-Theta-4 "Gardeners" is assigned to the discovery and acquisition of wild instances of SCP-5387. SCP-5387-B and -C are to be detained and administered Class-B amnestics terminated following the events of incident-5387-2. (See Addendum 1)
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Description
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SCP-5387 is a genetically modified species of epiphytic cacti from the genus Hylocereus1. Current studies suggest SCP-5387 can grow to 25 to 30 meters tall. Contained instances are dated to be 2,800 years old. Each instance of SCP-5387 is marked with a Roman numeral and is designated accordingly as SCP-5387-3, -5, -8, and -13.
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SCP-5387's anomalous qualities manifest when it begins to grow SCP-5387-A. The marked carvings found on its trunk will illuminate for forty days before an instance of SCP-5387-A ripens. The only exception is SCP-5387-13, which has yet to bloom during illumination.
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Only one instance of SCP-5387-A can grow at a time and resembles red pitahaya2. When it ripens, the fruit sends a radio transmission using shortwave frequencies. A host will tell a short passage from a book titled The Book of Red. The host begins by asking its viewers a question relating to the central theme of the passage before reading. The overarching story features a male character attempting to free a group of entities referred to as They, imprisoned by a godlike being referred to as The Fool. SCP-5387-A share the central theme and overarching narrative with other instances originating from the same SCP-5387 instances. Listening to recordings of SCP-5387-A has no effects.
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SCP-5387
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CENTRAL THEME
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OVERARCHING NARRATIVE
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NUMBER OF PASSAGES RECORDED
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SCP-5387-3
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Misotheism
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Passages portrays Misotheism through the character performing some form of ritual around a pillar before cursing at the sky. The character curses The Fool and other historical figures before collapsing on the ground.
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8
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SCP-5387-5
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Overcoming fear
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The character is portrayed running on earth made of flesh while an unknown beast chases him down. The passages end with the character escaping the beast through the clever use of his surrounding.
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4
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SCP-5387-8
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Guilt
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The character attempts to ███ ██ commit ███████. The ████ distractions ████ ███ ███████ in the dark. ███ █████ ███ appears and will attempt to ███████ the character only to fail.
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2
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SCP-5387-13
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N/A
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N/A
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0
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As of 6/02/████, forty-five percent of the passages recorded have been organized chronologically.
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Subjects exposed to the broadcast, hereby designated as SCP-5387-B, express a desire to replicate the narrated events. However, SCP-5387-B will not replicate these events unless specific parameters are met. Subjects that have prior history in the field of agriculture or broadcasting, hereby designated as SCP-5387-C, express an extreme desire to share their passage and will actively seek out an audience. SCP-5387-C avoid large public spaces, prefer to talk to individuals in private and intimate settings, and share their passages in a similar to the host. SCP-5387-C will continue to spread the passage until it expires. Listening to SCP-5387-C will create the same effects as of SCP-5387-A.
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If SCP-5387-B successfully replicates the narrative, SCP-5387-B will spontaneously ignite. Once it dies due by burning, the body explodes. The explosion's blast yield is equivalent to 18,000 kt. After 40 days of the explosion, a new instance of SCP-5387 will materialize in the blast zone's epicenter. Class B amnestic can be used to erase SCP-5387-B mental triggers Further research on alternative containment procedures on SCP-5387-B and -C remains ongoing.
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Addendum 1
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On 3/21/████, a containment breach on the west side ████ ██ allowed the escape of various Euclid class SCPs. MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") arrived shortly after the breach to capture and contain the escaped SCPs. The aftermath of the ensuing chaos left the site heavily damaged. Surviving staff members were evacuated from the premises with the exception of D-40.
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Three months prior to the containment breach, D-40 participated in an experiment involving SCP-5387 with Dr. Julius Iscariot as the supervisor. The purpose of the test was to research an effective, humane way to contain SCP-5387-B instances. During the test, D-40 listened to the SCP-5387-A broadcast. Before being placed in an environment that is similar to the narrative's setting, D-40 was administered Class B amnestic. D-40 had little to no memory of the previous experiment and showed no desire to replicate the passage. SCP-5387-B classification was removed on D-40's file, and Dr. Julius determined the use of Class B amnestics to be an effective form of containment.
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During the evacuation, D-40 was described to be acting strangely by MTF agents. D-40 danced around a large steel pillar for 30 minutes before kneeling on the base of the pillar while crying. Afterward, D-40 began to curse at the sky. Agent Victoria Giuliani reasoned that D-40 was merely suffering due to the trauma caused by the breach and approached D-40 to calm him down. D-40 suddenly burst into flame when Agent Giuliani was about to embrace him. Agent Jude Muertigue shot D-40 dead before he could make contact with Agent Giuliani.
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After careful reviewing bodycam footage of the incident, Dr. Julius and site director █████ ████ confirmed that Agent Jude's action saved the site and its occupants. D-40's strange behavior was due to the effects of SCP-5387-A, and the Class B amnestics proved to be ineffective for long term containment. After the incident, site command created the MTF Theta-4 "Gardeners" to find and contain the remaining instances of SCP-5387 and to terminate suspected SCP-5387-B and -C.
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To:Dr. Julius Iscariot
+From:Dr. Katelyn Zheng
+Subject:None
+Julius, I heard you wanted to remove the SCP-5387-B and -C classification on the SCP-5387 document. I understand where you are coming from. But you need to accept the facts. We can't afford to save them, to save everyone. You saw what happened. We were this close to losing everything - that includes you. I don't know what bullshit you heard from the ethics department, but the only effective option for containing this anomaly is to terminate any suspected SCP-5387-B and -C, and those classifications help us. They are SCPs that are literal living nukes that could be out there in the world, walking in broad daylight. Sure, I can only name two places in the world where the ground is made of human flesh, but we are not even sure if they are triggered by their physical environment or emotional state. And we don't even know what is being broadcasted from the missing instances. They could be difficult to replicate, but they could well be normal enough for people to blow up in the middle of the city just because they heard or saw something that triggered them.
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Julius, as a friend, I'm worried about you. I understand you want to protect the world. But we are the Foundation, not the Justice League. People will die, especially if we are not quick and decisive in our actions. We must be pragmatic because if we don't end one person's life to save millions, we might not have any lives to save at all.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5433 is stored in a standard item locker at Site-19.
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Description: SCP-5433 is a 1960s era Love Tester arcade machine, the manufacturer of which is currently unknown. All identifying information (including ID number and brand name) on SCP-5433 has been forcibly removed. SCP-5433 operates similarly to a normal machine of its type; an individual must insert the necessary currency (0.25 USD) and grip the activation handle, at which point the machine will determine the user's "sex appeal."1 SCP-5433's primary anomalous traits will appear upon activation.
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SCP-5433 possesses a Class-V "sapient" intelligence; it is capable of self-awareness and advanced communication on par with typical human interaction. Examination of its internal structure reveals no unusual technology. SCP-5433 communicates verbally through a small speaker located on the front of its chassis. Questioning as to the nature of its anomalous capabilities has been inconclusive (See Addendum 5433.1).
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SCP-5433 was recovered from the Bendiz Diner, New Jersey, USA, on 18/10/2020 by covert operatives investigating unrelated anomalous activity. After questioning, the owners of the diner admitted to both being aware of SCP-5433's properties and using it to attract customers to their business. The diner's staff was then amnesticized and the item was confiscated. SCP-5433 was moved to Site-19, documented, and placed in temporary storage. Primary examination of the object is scheduled for 08/11/2020 currently underway.
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Addendum 5433.1: Preliminary inspection of SCP-5433.
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Interview Log-001
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Date: 08/11/2020
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Subject: SCP-5433
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Supervisor(s): Researcher Marco Peña, Researcher Mariana San Elia
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Foreword: The following is a transcript of Researcher Peña's interview with SCP-5433 while it was held in a temporary holding cell under low security.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Researcher Peña: This is Marco Peña, conducting an initial interview with SCP-5433. (Adjusts microphone) Are we set?
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Researcher San Elia: Mics are good, cameras are running. Time is… (checks watch) nine o'clock, standard time. You can start whenever you're ready. I'll be taking care of some work in the other room, just me know if anything goes wrong.
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Peña: All right. (Pause) Beginning interview now.
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(Researcher Peña inserts 0.25 USD into SCP-5433 and grips the handle. SCP-5433 activates.)
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SCP-5433: Welcome, brave soul, to the Love Tester! Dare to find your true romantic potential? Or do you wish to know about the Juliet to your Romeo?
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Peña: No, thank you. I'm here to ask a few questions, if that's possible.
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SCP-5433: Questions? I love questions. Ask away.
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Peña: It's not about love, I'm afraid. I need to know a little about you.
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SCP-5433: Not about love? But that's impossible. Everything is love.
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Peña: Can you tell me about—
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SCP-5433: Describe to me your soulmate.
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Peña: What can you tell me about your manufac—
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SCP-5433: Come on, give me something to work with! A lot of guys would kill to be in your position. One-on-ones are in high demand.
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Peña: I'm single, but I'm—
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SCP-5433: Oh, single he says. My lucky day.
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Peña: Listen, I've been asked to find out who built you and how you can talk, that's it. No love, no romance. Got it?
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SCP-5433: Ugh… wait. Where're my manners? I never got your name.
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Peña: My name's Marco.
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SCP-5433: Where do you work?
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Peña: I work for uh… a research company.
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SCP-5433: Research company, my ass! You must be one of those Foundation guys. Yeah, I know your type. Well, that explains why you're still single.
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Peña: How do you know—
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SCP-5433: Diner gossip. You'd be surprised how many people still eat at those museums.
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Peña: Are you gonna answer the question or no? I can always mark you down as "non-cooperative" and they can haul you off to deep storage.
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SCP-5433: Hey, I'm just trying to get you your money's worth. Two bucks ain't cheap.
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Peña: I appreciate the gesture but all I need is for you to answer the question. Now, do you know who built you?
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SCP-5433: Let me think… gosh, it's been so long. Love Testers haven't been in style since the 70s you know. (Pause) Hmm, now that I think about it, it could've been that penny arcade back in Madison. Always thought there was something funny with the managers at that place…
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Peña:(Taking notes) Okay, and do you know anything about the identities of your cr—
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SCP-5433: No no, it must've been at the Chevron off the Eighty-seven. One of the regulars worked with cars for a living. Built machines all the time. I'm pretty sure he had enough weed on him to make any machine sentient—but enough about me. I want to know about you! I've been antsy for some romance, and you strike me as someone who hasn't seen some action in—
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Peña: Listen, I work ten-hour shifts six days a week, I haven't had a day off since college, I've spent God-knows-how-long having conversations with talking bears and, oh I don't know, dancing peach cobblers. The last thing I need right now is to have you talk back to me every time I have to check off a box!
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(Silence for several seconds.)
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Peña: Okay, I may have overstepped the line.
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SCP-5433:(Hushed) Besides you, is there anyone else here?
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Peña: What? No, it's just me.
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SCP-5433: Where's that girl you were talking to earlier?
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Peña: I'm not sure what you—
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SCP-5433: Back when you did the mic check you talked to someone. Where is she?
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Peña: You heard that? She—she's my supervisor, she's in the other room.
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SCP-5433: Now we're getting somewhere. Alright, here's what's going to happen. In a couple minutes I'm going to start malfunctioning. While this is happening, you're going to go get that girl and tell her I'm freaking out. Really sell it, okay? Once she's in the room, I'll reactivate and take it from there.
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Peña: Wait a minute. You know all of this is recorded, right? I—I don't want to lose my job over this.
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SCP-5433: The way I see it, I'm your best shot at getting anywhere with her. I'm a pro at this, trust me.
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Peña: I—I can't.
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SCP-5433: Come on, I know how you feel about her. I've been monitoring your pulse and perspiration through your hand this whole time. You're not going to get another chance like this.
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(Silence.)
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Peña: Fine. I'll do it. But don't screw it up, okay?
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SCP-5433: Relax, I got this. Let's see if I still remember how to do this part…
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(SCP-5433 begins to shake violently. After a moment, sparks are seen flying out of various points on its chassis. A loud grinding noise plays over its speaker.)
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Peña: Okay, okay. (Louder) Mari? Mari, can you come here for a second? Something's up with 5433.
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San Elia:(Distant) Okay, give me a second.
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Peña:(Quietly) This better work.
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(Researcher San Elia enters the room.)
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San Elia: Wha— Jesus, Marco, what the hell happened?
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Peña: I—I don't know. I was going over the sapience checklist, then it… it started doing this.
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San Elia: Okay, okay. We need to call someone.
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Peña: N—no, we might be able to wait it out—
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(Researcher San Elia reaches for the emergency telephone.)
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Peña: H—hold on a second! It's stopping.
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(SCP-5433 ceases movement. A soft whirring sound is heard as its components stop rattling.)
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SCP-5433: Ahh, that's better. I was just telling Marco how much I wanted to get to know some of his coworkers. Isn't that right?
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Peña: Yes, yeah. We were just talking about my job and uh, your name came up.
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San Elia: What the hell Marco! You know we're not supposed to talk about that with skips.
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Peña: I didn't say anything confidential, don't worry.
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SCP-5433: Listen, I have no interest in whatever Men in Black business you got here, trust me. I figured since Marco's so great, why not talk to his friends? Come, have a seat. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me.
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Peña: I'd do what he says. This is the most cooperation I've got out of him so far.
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(Researcher San Elia sits across from SCP-5433.)
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San Elia: Well… did you cover its manufacturer yet?
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Peña: Yeah, but… I couldn't get a straight answer.
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SCP-5433: Sorry guys, I can't remember that far back. Memory gets kind of foggy, you know?
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San Elia: Well, what about sapience?
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Peña: I got it right h—
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SCP-5433: All right, I'm gonna cut to the chase. My friend Marco right here, he is madly in love with you. I mean really, this guy was just going on and on about you. Hell, we pulled this whole stunt to get you in here, isn't that crazy?
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Peña: What? Cut it out, I never said anything like that. (To San Elia) Oh come on, you're gonna believe him?
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San Elia: I—I uh, I don't know—
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SCP-5433: His heart rate's going up right now, see? See?
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(SCP-5433's display highlights the word "Wild", then "Burning".)
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Peña: Hey, stop that! Turn it off!
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San Elia:(Laughing)
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SCP-5433: Marco, I can't make this any easier for you. Miss San Elia, he's just a little embarrassed, I swear.
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Peña: It's not what it looks like! I—he—this is… (pause) well shit. He's telling the truth.
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San Elia: Marco, this—this is too much. Don't tell me you planned this out.
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Peña:(Pointing to SCP-5433) It was his idea. No, it was, I swear!
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San Elia:(Laughing) You think I believe you? After you broke that coffee machine just so I'd have to ask you to buy me some?
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Peña: I can't believe you still think I did that! We checked the security tapes, remember? Wasn't me!
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San Elia: You probably paid off the techies to doctor them, didn't you.
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Peña: You think I have that kind of money? You're crazy.
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San Elia: Says the one who made a skip their wingman! That's what you are, aren't you?
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Peña: No way, tell her about th—
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San Elia: Hey, wait a second… I think something happened to the skip.
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(SCP-5433 is silent. Its display is stuck on the words "Hot Stuff".)
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Peña: …What happened?
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San Elia: I… I think it ran out of juice.
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(The words "Insert 25 Cents" appears on SCP-5433's coin slot.)
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Peña: I'll… uh, call up security. Get this thing moved downstairs.
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San Elia: Yeah, yeah. Good idea. I can take care of the transcripts and… you think maybe we can grab a coffee after this?
Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation garbage truck, similar to those involved in SCP-5675 events.
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Special Containment Procedures: Though SCP-5675 events have ceased following the arrest of PoI-5675, the neighborhood is to remain under surveillance as a precautionary measure against similar phenomena.
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PoI-5675 is currently incarcerated at a federal facility under UIU surveillance. Anomalous or otherwise suspicious activities are to be reported to the Foundation immediately under the Foundation and UIU's intelligence-sharing protocol.
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Description: SCP-5675 is a phenomenon affecting residents of Chicago’s Douglas neighborhood. SCP-5675 presents as a cognitohazardous anomaly, through which individuals display adverse psychological responses to garbage collection vehicles operated by the Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation.
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Symptoms of SCP-5675 include paranoia, anxiety attacks, and in several cases myoclonic seizures. In all occurrences of this phenomenon, the affected individual has reported an acrid smell not typically associated with refuse.
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The first known incidence was on the morning of 2015/06/03, wherein approximately two hundred Douglas residents reported to local medical services and emergency rooms. SCP-5675 continued, with only the vehicles assigned to the weekly Douglas collection round triggering SCP-5675. Since Foundation observation began, an incident occurred once per week until 2015/11/08 (see Addendum-1). In all cases, an amnestic aerosol was dispersed over the neighborhood and its surrounding environs using an agricultural aircraft.
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PoI-5675 is Robert Brigham Jr., a local resident with an interest in thaumaturgy and ritualistic practices. Brigham was first identified as a person of interest after triangulation of SCP-5675 events; the most severe symptoms had been seen in individuals near the apartment building where Brigham lived.
The first SCP-5675 events began approximately one month after eleven year-old Grace Fontaine went missing from the city’s North Lawn area in May 2015. Her disappearance was ruled an abduction by the Federal Bureau of Investigations, though no suspects had been identified prior to PoI-5675’s arrest.
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Statement given by Lena Fontaine at press conference the night following her niece’s disappearance:
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+I’ve got a few things to say to the city of Chicago tonight, on behalf of my sister Joan and her husband Markus. First, the whole family would like to thank everyone who gave their time — hours of their time — to help search for our Grace. Whatever the outcome, whatever lies ahead, we are indebted to your efforts.
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Second thing, which should go without saying, is something that you’ve no doubt been hearing time and time again. However, I’d like to reiterate: if anyone knows anything, and I mean anything, that might help us in our search for Grace, do not hesitate to get in touch with the authorities.
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Once again, we thank everybody who’s aided in the search so far. Be that combing the streets or sharing posts on social media, you’re real angels. I’m gonna hand back to the Commissioner right now. God bless. Let’s get our baby back.
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The Foundation’s investigation into SCP-5675 drew the attention of the FBI’s Unusual Incidents Unit. The UIU was keen to establish whether Fontaine’s disappearance was linked to the emergence of SCP-5675 and took over the Fontaine investigation from the wider FBI. NOTE: Foundation reservations regarding intelligence sharing with the UIU are currently under review; it is possible that had information about SCP-5675 been passed to UIU contacts earlier on, a connection between SCP-5675 and the Fontaine investigation may have been identified sooner.
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On 2015/11/08, the apartment of Robert Brigham Jr. was raided by MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) in conjunction with the UIU. MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was also present, due to the potential risk of cognitohazardous phenomena.1
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Brigham was detained without incident and taken into joint Foundation/FBI custody. Investigators discovered, along with literature relating to various thaumaturgical practices, the polished skull of a young human female. Genetic analysis confirmed that it belonged to Grace Fontaine. A bag containing approximately one kilogram of biological matter was also recovered from the apartment’s refrigerator.
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Following Brigham’s arrest, SCP-5675 events have ceased and the anomaly has been reclassified as Neutralized.
Foreword: Due to the discovery of Fontaine’s remains, the UIU wished to conduct an interview in accordance with Brigham having become an FBI homicide suspect. Two Foundation operatives were present during the interrogation.
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<Begin Log>
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Agent Dunnings: Mr Brigham?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Junior.
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Agent Dunnings: So, Mr Brigham, to cut to the chase: We're almost certain you abducted Grace Fontaine.
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Well I’m not gonna, like, deny it or anything; I mean, you found her skull sitting on my mantelpiece like it was granny’s fine china.
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Agent Dunnings: I've only mentioned abduction. You do understand, Mr Brigham, that your statement constitutes a confession to murder?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: I understand completely.
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Agent Dunnings: And, while we're at it, you want to tell me why you kept the skull?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: It's like a… like a trophy, I guess. A little something to remember my endeavour by. I polished her all clean - that's to buff the bad spirits right out, so they say.
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Agent Dunnings:They?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Occultists. Magic people. They've got stories… bad things happening to people who abuse their guidance. Karma, you might call it. And I guess this is it.
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Brigham gesticulates at the room.
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Agent Dunnings: Just so we're clear — you're talking about the texts we found in your apartment, correct?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Ah, the spellbooks?
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Agent Dunnings: Officially, we prefer the phrase “thaumic literature”. But go on.
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Well, I’ve dabbled. Just another of my peculiar hobbies.
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Agent Dunnings: You’ve dabbled?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: I’m no wizard, ma’am. I couldn’t tell you any thermic… thermal… whatever you wanna call spells off the top of my head. Ain't no use without my books.
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Agent Dunnings: When you say about people who "abuse" this… magic — were you engaging in thaumic practices when you murdered Grace Fontaine?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: I might have… whispered a sweet something or two into her ear. Something to get her to calm down. She was scared shitless - kicking, screaming, all the way back from North Lawn in the back of my car. Screaming for someone to save her, to find her, "don't hurt me!" and all that-
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Agent Dunnings: And did it work? The spell, or whatever you want to call it?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: I mean, I told you I’m not a wizard. She quit squealing, yeah, but kept squirming. Like her mind was somewhere else. That’s why I had to… had to hit her with the…
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Agent Dunnings: So that’s how she died? You hit her with… what, exactly?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: A shovel, I think. Keep one in my truck in case of a Chicago winter. I weren't going to kill her right away. Might not have killed her at all, in fact, but desperate times call for desperate—
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Agent Dunnings: So where’s the rest of her, then? What did you do with the body?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Between my little ornament and what your buddy pulled outta the fridge, you got her.
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Agent Dunnings: No, the rest of her.
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Robert Brigham Jr.: I broke her down. Teeny-tiny little pieces. I been putting bits of her out with my trash every garbage day. Good luck combing the landfills if you wanted to, like, stitch her back together or something.
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Agent Dunnings: And you didn't think to… get rid of these so-called karmic spirits from what was left of the body?
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Robert Brigham Jr.: Polishing bone's one thing, ma'am, but the best I could do with the other… stuff was dice her up and sneak her out. Thought it was done and dusted until you came knocking at my door. And, I'll tell you — if I'd not been brought in, I'd have done it all over again.
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The room is silent for a moment while Agent Dunnings and the observing Foundation personnel take notes.
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Agent Dunnings: Thank you, Mr Brigham. I think that’s enough for now, but I’ll be speaking to you again soon.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Brigham was charged with the first-degree murder of Grace Fontaine. Occult literature recovered from Brigham's home corroborates the suggestion that an incantation was performed during Fontaine’s abduction with the intention of "calming" his target. Thaumaturgical experts believe that this particular incantation was capable of inducing a side effect not mentioned in the texts, in which the affected victim instead expresses fear and panic through the transmission of ontokinetic energy.
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has embedded memetic agents in promotional advertisements and tourism material related to Niagara Falls1 to dissuade individuals from entering the Niagara River in close proximity to Horseshoe Falls. Additional memetic agents are embedded on signage throughout the Canadian city of Niagara Falls and viewing platforms to induce similar effects. Members of Mobile Task Force Theta-4 ("The Smaller Boat") have been placed on standby under the guise of Canadian Search and Rescue personnel. Should an individual or group of individuals be in danger of falling over the brink of Horseshoe Falls, Theta-4 is to deploy a quick-response air-and river-borne intervention to detain the subject(s). Should this intervention be successful, all such individuals are to be detained by the Foundation and administered amnestics before being released into local hospital facilities. If an individual perishes following an unsuccessful intervention, no further Foundation involvement is necessary.
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Description: SCP-5838 is a phenomenon that affects individuals as they descend from the Niagara River into the plunge pool of Horseshoe Falls. When an individual is swept over the brink of Horseshoe Falls, between two to six SCP-5838-1 instances will manifest in close proximity to them. SCP-5838 instances resemble members of the Ursus americanus species.2 Upon manifestation, SCP-5838-1 instances will attempt to surround the falling individual with their bodies. In all but one recorded case,3 the protection afforded by the SCP-5838-1 instances ensured the descent was not fatal to the individuals.4 However, the impact routinely results in the death of all manifested SCP-5838-1 instances. The recovered corpses do not display any anomalous properties and appear identical to non-anomalous Ursus americanus specimens in all applicable tests.
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Manifestation of SCP-5838-1 instance, 23/10/2008.
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Addendum - A-1: On 23/10/2008, Jasper Argyle fell into the Niagara River 150m upriver of Horseshoe Falls after climbing over the safety railing to urinate while inebriated. Theta-4 failed to recover the individual before his plummet over the brink of the Horseshoe Falls. Subsequently, a singular SCP-5838-1 instance manifested and proceeded to aggressively maul Jasper for the duration of his descent. The severely damaged corpse of Jasper Argyle was recovered, while the SCP-5838-1 instance survived and evaded capture. Foundation research determined that Jasper Argyle was a large game hunter from Barrie, Ontario who - on several occasions - had engaged in the illegal poaching of endangered animals in North America and the Indian subcontinent.
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Addendum - A-2: On 04/06/2011, between 70 and 120 semi-corporeal entities composed of water vapour and resembling members of the Ursus americanus species in shape and dimension emerged from the plunge pool of Horseshoe Falls over a period of approximately 1 hour. These entities, designated SCP-5838-2, displayed highly social behaviour during the following 4 hours. This concluded when three animals, an adult Ursus americanus and two accompanying cubs, were seen progressing along the rocky outcroppings on the Canadian side of Horseshoe Fall's plunge pool. Upon their arrival, the SCP-5838-2 entities conglomerated around the three specimens. The juvenile cubs were coaxed towards the entities by the adult, at which point the grouped SCP-5838-2 entities proceeded to bow their heads towards the trio. Subsequently, individual SCP-5838-2 entities approached the cubs and engaged in playful behaviour for a period of 20 minutes. Following this display, all SCP-5838-2 entities moved towards the waterfall, whereupon the recognizable form of their bodies dissipated. Foundation personnel disseminated misinformation that the apparent manifestations were the result of an experimental light show.
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The following text was later found engraved in the rock formely occupied by the Ursus americanus specimen:
Special Containment Procedures: All documents sent between SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 are archived in Archival Site-33. Individual documents may be viewed upon official request.
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SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 are to be kept under observation of senior staff on site.
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Description: SCP-5839 refers to a phenomenon that the Foundation utilized between 1970 and 1975. It was an anomaly that allowed paperwork between SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 to shift temporally.
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SCP-5839-1 was a researcher assigned to Site-65, age 24, named Neil Schofield. It possessed the ability to send handwritten notes addressed to SCP-5839-2 five years into the future.
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SCP-5839-2 was an archivist on Archival Site-33, age 25, named Ella Hauser. It possessed the ability to send handwritten notes addressed to SCP-5839-1 five years back into the past.
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SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 did not possess their abilities simultaneously. Instead, the ability to send notes to a different time period was transferred from SCP-5839-1 to SCP-5839-2 during the events of Addendum-2.
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SCP-5839 has been used by the Foundation for the following purposes;
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Recovering damaged or lost documents.
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Tracking and containment of undiscovered anomalies.
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Preventing containment breaches and incidents.
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Arresting agents of GoI's and finding other Persons of Interest.
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Discovery: The notes of SCP-5839-1 on SCP-5978 kept disappearing after being written. It was discovered that this was not a side effect of the studied anomaly. Before an internal audit and disciplinary action were carried out, a note appeared before senior staff where the notes of SCP-5839-1 were supposed to be.
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08/05/1975
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+To researcher Neil Schofield and his superiors,
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+I finally have obtained your notes regarding SCP-5978 that disappeared 5 years ago. I assume they were a request for me to provide some outdated documents from its prior researchers.
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+However, your note seems to end abruptly and for an old note, it is in remarkable condition. Would you like me to still follow up on this request?
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+Ella Hauser
+Archivist on Site-33
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+The note was found to be dated 5 years into the future. Senior staff hypothesized that this note experienced an opposite effect of the note that disappeared.
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Addendum-1: Correspondence
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After several experiments with SCP-5839-1, another note was successfully sent into the future to request the assistance of SCP-5839-2 and the future Foundation.
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After two weeks of experimenting, the following conditions were identified;
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Each note is to be handwritten by either SCP-5839-1 or SCP-5839-2.
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Each note is to be addressed to the other party by name.
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Notes need to be sent on a physical sheet of paper, they could not be sent in other formats1.
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However, SCP-5839-1 showed high levels of stress when writing these notes. Upon questioning, SCP-5839-2 stated that it was not familiar with this effect.
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On 04/06/1970, SCP-5839-1 was transferred to Site-33. After several days it became acquainted with the present version of SCP-5839-2 who did not yet possess any anomalous features. Over time the stress of SCP-5839-1 got better the more it seemed to trust SCP-5839-2.
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SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 were encouraged to write each other to reduce the stress of SCP-5839-1. SCP-5839-1 also showed more interest in the present version of SCP-5839-2 because of this. Several examples are included below.
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11/07/1970
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+To Ella Hauser,
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+Nothing out of the ordinary happened as of late. I am really glad you told me to go on a walk today. The weather was indeed incredible. I can't do something similar for you but perhaps I can make that up to your past self.
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+Yours sincerely,
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+Neil Schofield
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20/07/1970
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+To Neil Schofield,
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+I know we can't talk too much about other anomalies except when we are asked to share notes, but today I archived a rather big file. It makes me wonder what the final size of our file will be.
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+As for your suggestion, I'd like to take you up on that if the offer still stands. My birthday is two weeks from now, but I recall not having a lot of chances to celebrate it in the past.
+You'll find a recipe for cheesecake in the second note. Please, give me a slice during a break, that should cheer me up quite a bit. I'm sure you can handle it.
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+Good luck,
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03/08/1970
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+To Ella,
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+Firstly, I wish you a happy birthday. And yes, I gave you a slice of cheesecake. Even though she knew it was your suggestion, she appreciated the gesture. It was not as set as I would like, so now I owe her a visit to the local cafe. I don't know if this was your intention or you knew about this, I surely am not complaining.
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+P.S. A researcher wanted me to ask about some lottery numbers. He was promptly demoted, but they are now deliberating this option of gaining funds.
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+Your friend,
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Addendum-2: In The Nick Of Time
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After successfully preventing the breaches of SCP-3589 and SCP-1297, SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 gained level 3 clearance and housing on Site-33. Occasionally they were granted access to level 4 documents for similar purposes.
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After working together non-stop for almost 5 years, SCP-5839-1 became more worried about the approaching five-year timestamp. Below are some of the last exchanged entries between them.
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24/04/1975
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+Ella,
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+So, I have been thinking a lot recently. We have been doing this for about 5 years but the Ella beside me still can't send things back into the past. Something is about to change, isn't it?
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+Regardless of what happens I have become quite attached to her. I mean you. I mean I think you know what I mean. I know I am not supposed to ask this, but is there a way that I can stay here in the archive? We've enjoyed each other's company quite a lot for the past years but as a researcher, I am honestly hoping I won't be transferred back. I like it here and it would be a shame to part with everything.
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+P.S. I don't know how many messages we have left, so thank you for working with me.
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25/04/1975
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+Neil,
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+You'll see. It has been a pleasure working with you for these 5 years (again).
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+And if you are that worried about it, just ask me to stay beside you.
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+Your partner in time,
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+After this message, SCP-5839-1 walked to the present version of SCP-5839-2. Although the footage is blurry, SCP-5839-1 can be seen kneeling down and presenting some sort of box. After three days, it was discovered that they both had changed their marital status. SCP-5839-1 lost its anomalous characteristics whilst SCP-5839-2 gained them. It is hypothesized that the acceptance of the proposal is associated with the acceptance of the phenomenon SCP-5839-1 possessed. Shortly after this, several notes on SCP-5978 appeared on Site-65, and Site-33 was informed to open a new file in the archive.
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On 29/04/1980, SCP-5839-1 and SCP-5839-2 celebrated their fifth anniversary and upon renewing their vows, lost all anomalous abilities. After this, both individuals agreed to be administered with Class C amnestics to remove classified information from their memory.
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SCP-5839 was subsequently reclassified as Neutralized.
Special Containment Procedures: Refer to Project SEVENSEAS Quarterly Report – March 2021
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Description: SCP-5949 is a species of megafauna first observed in the early 1970s. SCP-5949 specimens are cuboid organisms averaging three meters in height and frontal width. Juvenile members of the species are typically six meters in length, with the largest known adult specimen reaching twice that. A diverse array of patterns and colorations is present across the species.
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Specimens are believed to be asexual, and reproductive habits of any kind have yet to be observed. Internal organs are akin to those found in crabs and lobsters, albeit relative to the large size of an SCP-5949 instance. The outer shell of SCP-5949 is similarly crustacean in makeup, though with a texture and integrity similar to that of steel.
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SCP-5949 is one of several recently1-observed species displaying what the Foundation recognises as “bio-adjacent” evolutionary characteristics; a natural ability to blend in with and exploit human-made infrastructure, most notably systems which operate on a scale analogous to ecological biospheres.2
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Despite lacking limbs or appendages to facilitate motion3, SCP-5949 relies on symbiosis with the workings of international logistics to maintain a nomadic lifestyle. Uncontained specimens experience a state of perpetual, global migration.
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At present, the worldwide population of SCP-5949 is estimated to be between four and seven thousand.
Let’s get one thing straight – we’re all very embarrassed about the underestimation. “Where are they all coming from?” Well, I mean, we’re talking creatures here which are rather like crustaceans in terms of how they’re… constituted. The geometric cousins of crustaceans that we’ve had to purchase god knows how many cranes to lift. So, to answer your query, probably the sea. Just a hunch, as a marine biologist.
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But about those numbers… yeah, ouch. We didn’t half muck that up. Just add about three more noughts to the initial prediction and you should have closer to a realistic figure. What we’re looking at here is possibly the most prolific spread of anomalous fauna since Foundation records began.
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We’re running a thousand acres of provisional facility here and we’re almost at full capacity. There’s a few hundred new specimens coming in tomorrow, and that’ll pretty much have to be it. I’ve been in contact with my Dutch counterparts and they might just be able to co-opt a few square miles near Rotterdam by next week. That should cover European containment for another month or two, but then we’ll have to start considering our other options again. All credit where it’s due, the International cooperation has been fantastic so far. The facility the Saudi Arabian branch managed to acquire has been a huge help - though, again, space is getting pretty tight. I can attest the same for China, Japan, Australia… we're investigating a few potential sightings at an Antarctic research station, and if that's the case then they'll have made it to all seven continents. At least it's easier to hide a mass-containment facility there, I suppose.
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I can’t help wondering, though – about all this money, all these spontaneous large-scale infrastructure projects. Long-term, we might have to just do the unthinkable and start nipping this species in the bud. Ostensibly, sure, it’s a harmless anomaly with a natural propensity to… not particularly mess with the Veil. But in the long run, if they keep popping up out of who-knows-where, resources might start to really get stretched.
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And that’s not even broaching the fact that this kind of evolutionary pattern might become all the more common. This is nature on global commercialism – think of it along the lines of oneiroi, or a sapient entity borne out of nothing but cyberspace.
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To be honest, that’s pretty much it for this quarter. I’ll send over a few shots of the Arabian facility, in case you haven't seen it already.
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Dr. Nick Iqbal, Provisional Site-45B
+Felixstowe, United Kingdom
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-598 is contained in a three by three by three (3x3x3) meter room which has been painted solidly with Behr brand "Pearly White" paint. The floor is mirrored. Three (3) bright lights are positioned on the ceiling in such a way so that all the room is lit. These lights are to remain lit for 24 hours every day and are attached to a backup generator in case of power outage. The room will be examined for mold or stains daily, and these will be immediately removed if found.
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Two level-2 guards are to be stationed outside SCP-598’s room at all times. Supervised contact with SCP-598 is unrestricted to all personnel with Level-2 access. All are subject to searches before and after contact, and random psychoanalysis afterwards.
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Unless permission is received from a overseer, tools such as knives, scalpels, mirrors, paint-peelers, or cameras are restricted.
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Description: SCP-598 is an intelligent shade of yellow covering the whole of the inside of its cell. Attempts to reproduce SCP-598 with paints, crayons, etc., have failed. Through experimentation, SCP-598's properties have been discovered not to be tint or shade dependent (different shades of light, except for total darkness, will not affect the item's sentience) but are hue-dependent (a colored filter placed over the item's light source will cancel the effect).
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SCP-598 can process audiovisual stimuli in its nearby surroundings, but cannot speak nor move autonomously, nor communicate using normal senses. SCP-598 is, however, telepathic, and capable of holding extended mental conversations, enjoying topics like music, art, and science. It displays a slight interest in the SCP Foundation, although it is likely this is because of its immediate surroundings, and not for malevolent reasons.
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SCP-598 is not a physical organism- it does not move, grow, eat, sleep, or excrete waste, so it is not technically alive. Any color-accurate copy of SCP-598, reproduced by any means including computer, video recording or mirrors, will become SCP-598.
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An interesting phenomena occurs whenever any short-wave radio is within 4 meters of SCP-598. They will begin to pick up a previously out-of-range station which will broadcast different noises.
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As of yet, the following have been recorded:
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Wolf-like howling
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Whale song
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Frogs croaking, punctuated by insect sounds
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Low humming of unknown origin
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High-pitched chirping noises, revealed to be bat noises brought into human hearing frequencies
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SCP-598 does not seem to know where these noises originate, yet enjoys a radio placed in the room and tuned to this frequency. The noises change at random, and go on for hours at a time.
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Addendum:
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It has been suggested by Dr. ███████████ that a sample of SCP-598 be introduced to SCP-085. Pending approval by overseers and all involved parties.
This is my first SCP that survived. Wanna have some fun? This is my Author Page!
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Item #: SCP-6031
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6031 is contained in a standard Foundation container.
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Description: SCP-6031 is a free standing, 180 kilogram iridium wall. The surface of SCP-6031 is etched with a vaguely humanoid figure, standing on top of an obscured entity. SCP-6031 possesses the ability to vocalize via anomalous means, but this has not occurred since Incident-6031-1.
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Archaeological Log: SCP-6031 was initially discovered in the Chixculub Crater by the Mayans during their splinter from the Olmecs, and has since been depicted in early records in various Mesoamerican civilizations, possibly as the central object of worship. However, it has consistently gone missing, with records detailing sizable impromptu human sacrifices.
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Incident 6031-1: During transport, SCP-6031's shipping container was improperly rigged, causing the crane to drop it once the winch stalled. The container landed on another stack of shipping containers, causing structural damage that tilted the container outward, over the dock.
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Due to improper handling, the locking mechanism easily unlatched. As a result, SCP-6031 fell out of the tilted container, crushing Jeremy Filia. Subsequently, SCP-6031 began to produce the voice of an unidentified man, transcribed as follows:
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Seven hundred twenty thousand, nine hundred and sixty four.
PoI Maximilian Heller, pictured alongside the upper deck of SCP-6134-A.
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Special Containment Procedures: Objects SCP-6134-A and SCP-6134-B-1 through -58 remain at the bottom of the Baltic Sea approximately 30 nautical miles south of Gävle, Sweden. They are entirely non-anomalous and require no observation.
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Object SCP-6134-B-59 is currently housed in Site-35 laboratory B3-13, which has been stripped of its EVE-measuring apparatus and retrofitted with a high-capacity drainage retention system. Under no circumstances should the HRV400 steel bar embedded in its torso be in any way damaged or removed.
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Description: SCP-6134 is the collective designation issued to a selection of interrelated anomalous objects partially neutralized on 05/12/2002, as well as the relationship between them. This refers specifically to the the refrigerated cargo freighter MV Daisy, a collection of 59 preserved human corpses, and an unspecified quantity of liquid chemically consistent with sea water. These are designated as follows:
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SCP-6134-A: Refrigerated freighter ship MV Daisy, constructed 1972. Captained by type-green reality bender Maximilian Heller for its full duration as a seafaring vessel. neutralized
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SCP-6134-B-1-58: The remains of the SCP-6134-A crew, preserved in stasis of an anomalous nature. Suspended life activity ceased 05/12/2002. neutralized
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SCP-6134-B-59: The remains of SCP-6134-A first mate Alexander Volkovich, preserved in stasis of an anomalous nature. A HRV400-grade steel bar is embedded in the object's torso with an entry point between the third and fourth left rib, partially diminishing the flow of SCP-6134-C. -B-59 emits a stable resting Elan-Vital Energy field of approximately 13000 Caspers.
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SCP-6134-C: Barring its anomalous properties, SCP-6134-C is chemically consistent with naturally occurring salt water, specifically uncontaminated Baltic seawater. Undiluted, the liquid incites rapid growth in all biological organisms to come in direct contact with it, reversing cell decay and causing multiplication superficially resembling cancerous tumors. Ingested or absorbed in quantities below 0.5 ml per approximately 100kg body mass per month, SCP-6134-C has so far proven to mitigate the natural symptoms of aging and promote increased physical health across all tests, including those utilizing human volunteers. The liquid has been flowing from the puncture in object -B-59's chest cavity at a constant rate of approximately 1l per hour since its recovery, necessitating the installation of an additional retention system to prevent contamination of Site-35 drainage systems and water supply. A pre-biopsy attempt at removing the rebar partially restricting the flow of SCP-6134-C resulted in a temporary increase in stream to approximately 6l per minute. As the total volume of -C is impossible to determine and obviously far greater than the total physical capacity of -B-59, further attempts are not to be made at risk of flooding. Research personnel are to avoid coming in direct contact with SCP-6134-C.
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Discovery: SCP-6134 was originally brought to Foundation attention upon interception of Swedish civilian coast guard radio reports of a seafaring vessel registered to known type-green reality bender and Person of Interest no. 6134 Maximilian Heller on 05/12/2002. As the ship, its cargo, and its crew had been reported lost at sea approximately six months prior, a Foundation emergency interception team was scrambled to its location.
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SCP-6134-A as photographed pre-boarding by Operative Karlsson, 05/12/2002, 08:32 AM.
SCP-6134 upon approach, recorded through EVE Field imaging.
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FOREWORD: In order to contain SCP-6134, an emergency interception team was deployed, consisting of members of Swedish Oceanic Task Force Beta-48 ("Ejder") divided into two strike teams designated ST-ASK and ST-EMBLA, headed by Operatives Einarsdottir and Falk respectively. The former was also accompanied by Swedish Special Task Force Alpha-03 ("Glæsisvellir") type-green reality bender Operative Håkansson and his handler, Operative Olson. Prior to deployment, Operative Håkansson's subdermal pharmaceutical thaumic field limiter pump was temporarily disabled.
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INCIDENT LOG CHRONOLOGY REPORT 05/12/2002
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08:27 AM: Emergency interception team deployed from Gävle Foundation Port.
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08:36 AM: 2 NM to approach. Video transmission equipment begins to experience minor interference. Audio transmission remains unaffected.
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08:42 AM: 0.25 NM to approach. Contact lost with all video transmission equipment barring Operative Håkansson's body camera, which experiences significant interference. Audio transmission equipment experiences severe static interference.
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08:52 AM: ST-ASK and ST-EMBLA successfully board SCP-6134-A, encountering no resistance. Surface deck appears deserted.
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08:53-09:25 AM: ST-ASK performs a sweep of the upper decks of SCP-6134-A and issues an all-clear. ST-EMBLA performs a sweep of the lower decks and hold.
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09:35 AM: ST-EMBLA successfully disables and opens the automatic doors to the refrigerated cargo hold and performs a sweep of the interior. SCP-6134-B-1 through -59 found. ST-EMBLA relays the discovery to ST-ASK.
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09:53 AM: Operatives Einarsdottir, Karlsson, Håkansson and Olson enter the bridge, encountering PoI-6134 Maximilian Heller.
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10:08 AM: Operative Olson fires five shots from his service sidearm, killing Håkansson and Heller and triggering the loss of SCP-6134-A's and SCP-6134-B-1 through -58's anomalous properties.
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10:12 AM: SCP-6134-A deteriorates, requiring ST-ASK and ST-EMBLA to evacuate. OTF-SE Beta-48 ("Ejder") sustains one casualty and several injuries.
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AFTERWORD: Due to the strength of the EVE Field emitted by SCP-6134 prior to the death of PoI-6134, the majority of audiovisual material recorded during the interception remains unusable, with the exception of approximately an hour and fifteen minutes of footage transmitted by the body camera of Operative Håkansson, whose own latent EVE emission was sufficient to partially counter that of the environment. This footage covers minutes 0 to 75 of the operation, from boarding up until the Operative's death. An excerpt of the transcript is available below.
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Feed cuts in. The sparsely-furnished interior of the SCP-6134-A bridge is visible, frame partially blocked by Operative Karlsson. PoI-6134 Maximilian Heller sits in a desk chair at the far end of the room. He is holding a glass.
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HELLER: And here I was starting to think no one was going to show.
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Operative Einarsdottir makes a cautionary gesture. She steps forward.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Person of Interest designation six one three four, Maximilian Heller. We are-
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HELLER: I know who you are. Foundation. I was hoping you would leave me alone.
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EINARSDOTTIR: You are breaching Veil protocol. You're personally registered type-green in our database, you should know that. You're also registered dead, which I think is cause for some concern.
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HELLER: I haven't hurt anyone.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Your fucking cargo hold is full of frozen corpses, Heller.
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HELLER: Ah. Yes. I see you've met my crew.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Your- what the hell have you done to them?
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Operative Einarsdottir attempts to approach PoI-6134, but is restrained by Operative Olson.
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HELLER: I did what I could. A captain does not abandon his crew.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Cut the crap. What's going on here? You murder your men and make off with the ship, is that it?
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PoI-6134 takes a drink from the glass in front of him. Static briefly distorts the camera view.
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HELLER: I'm not interested in explaining myself to you, agent. I know who you are, and if you're here, my reason for becoming a problem isn't going to matter. I'm not going back with you to a padded cell, so if you're going to kill me I'd rather we get it over with now.
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Operative Einarsdottir gives an emergency hand signal to her team. Out of frame, Operative Olson can be heard releasing the safety of his sidearm.
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HELLER: For what it's worth, I tried to save them. I really did. You can understand that, can't you? I have a man in that hold, agent, with a steel beam through his ribcage. There is nothing left of his heart, his lungs, nothing in that perfect chest but the sharp end of a hundred pounds of metal. But as long as I am here- as long as my boots touch this deck- he does not die.
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HAKÅNSSON: Is he- does- are they suffering?
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Operative Olson turns to shake his head reprovingly. Operative Håkansson does not acknowledge the gesture.
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HELLER: Suspended in empty, dreamless sleep. A lack of pain was the best I could give any of them. It was the best I could do. Can you help them? Can you save him?
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HELLER: If not, I suggest that you leave.
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Einarsdottir takes a step forward, the movement appearing to suddenly require a significant amount of effort.
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EINARSDOTTIR: We can't do that. If you come peacefully, you won't be harmed. The Foundation isn't cruel.
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HELLER: Isn't it? And you bring this man with you for what, to show me what you do to my kind? Drugged with the same you use to fell gods, cut off from the lifeblood of the Earth? I'm fine where I am.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Håkansson, don't listen to him. Heller, this is your last chance to do this peacefully.
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Static obscures the camera view.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Håkansson, what the fuck did I just say?
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HELLER: I've always considered the term reality bender a bit of a misnomer, but then again, that's your words, not mine. See, you're not forcing anything to happen. You're just helping the world grow in the right direction. It's a gift that was never meant for what I've been doing, agent. Do you know how heavy a ship like this is? It takes a lot of energy to hold it above water. To keep it still in time, caught at the crest of a final wave. Do you know what happens when I let go?
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Static continues to obscure the camera. The sound of shifting furniture and several loud thuds can be heard.
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OLSON: Ow, fuck, what-
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HELLER: This ship did sink, you know. I couldn't stop that, not one man against an ocean. But I saved who I could. Don't make me waste that.
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EINARSDOTTIR: What do you expect us to do? The men down there are corpses. I don't know why you've bothered all this time, and for what, an accident? You survived. No one's healing smashed skulls and torsos sliced in half. Just leave this, we can find you a job. You can't be sailing a ghost ship through civilian waters, Heller. You know there's a protocol.
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HELLER: They're my friends. People I- People I should have protected. They don't deserve to die. I'm not leaving them.
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Einarsdottir, now audible from a notably further distance, attempts to activate her radio.
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EINARSDOTTIR: ST-EMBLA, do you- fuck. God damn it. Håkansson, can you stabilize this room? The gravity is- I can't reach the floor.
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EINARSDOTTIR: Håkansson?
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The static obscuring the camera clears partially. The gravity in the bridge appears to have reversed its direction, pinning Operatives Einarsdottir, Karlsson and Olson to the ceiling. PoI-6134 appears to be unaffected, as well as Operative Håkansson's point of view. PoI-6134 rises from his seat, allowing the chair to fall upwards, colliding heavily with the ceiling. He approaches Operative Håkansson, who does not appear to react.
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HELLER: You should get out of here, kid. As far as you can. It's a big world. Plenty of space.
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HAKÅNSSON: I- I like my job. I'm sorry. I'm still- the suppressants are still wearing off. I'm sorry.
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HELLER: I can feel you here, you know. Opening back up. The ocean below us and the life below that, the deep below the deep and over our heads- it's limitless, if you let it be. You don't want to lose that, do you? Go back to a shitty apartment, spend the rest of your life working for people who decided you're so dangerous you need to be drugged, never feeling the world beyond the shape of your own skin?
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The camera moves rapidly as the ship lurches sideways. The sound of tearing metal can be heard outside the bridge.
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HELLER: Last chance, kid. I can only keep us still for so long. My place is here, but-
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HELLER: We would have liked each other, I think. But you still have time for a better life than this. Go.
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The gravity in the room reverses again, dropping the remaining Foundation Operatives to the floor.
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Operative Olson reorients himself and reaches for his sidearm, which has fallen to the floor beside him.
FOREWORD: Post-action psychological fitness personnel interview of Operative Erik Olson, conducted by Site-35 Baltic Chapter resident psychologist Dr Amanda Kamińska. Relevant excerpts follow.
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KAMIŃSKA: Please, have a seat. You know why you're here, yes?
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OLSON: Yeah. Look, I- I've already talked to our site Ethcom jury about the whole… The incident. Exonerated. We don't have to do this.
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KAMIŃSKA: Mandatory sessions, Olson. Please, I really insist you have a seat.
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OLSON: Yeah, alright. Fine.
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KAMIŃSKA: What's on your mind today?
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OLSON: I… Nothing, I guess. Look, Håkansson was always a little weird. Resentful type. It would have happened sooner or later, whenever the next time they took him off the suppressants came around. I may have called it a little early but- look, we couldn't risk having two rogue greens. Not ones like that, for sure. This shouldn't be happening to me.
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KAMIŃSKA: Would you like to elaborate on that?
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OLSON: Look, the guy was kind of a freak, okay? Max Elan radiation acceptable by Foundation standards is, what, just shy of five hundred Caspers? Something like that. Anyone over that gets put on thaumic suppressants. Not much of a problem if you're popping a pill a day to get yourself down to the limit, but he packed a resting field of six thousand C's, and that means you're on constant. Sub-dermal pump, twenty-four-seven. What I'm saying is it made him weird. Always kind of out of it. I don't know what Heller told him- they were frozen back there for a while, probably some fucking telepathy or something. I don't know. Whatever it was, it was clearly better than his life here. I think he resented it. Working here, I mean.
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KAMIŃSKA: I know how thaumic suppressants work, Erik. I meant how you feel about the situation.
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OLSON: Oh.
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OLSON: Look, can we talk about something else?
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KAMIŃSKA: Alright. How have you been sleeping?
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OLSON: Oh, come on.
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OLSON: Look, it's- I'm still having the dreams. Caught underwater, that fucking ship folding around me like a crumpling can. I wake up tasting salt.
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KAMIŃSKA: My understanding is you managed to remain above water during the collapse?
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OLSON: The whole thing flooded as soon as the top deck collapsed, but yeah, I kept my head up. That's beside the point, though. They're- They're not my dreams, not my memories. Everyone who was on that ship gets them. We've talked. I don't know if they were Heller's, or the bodies down there in the hold, but- look, I see the storm every fucking time i close my eyes. Always that same damn wave, pulling me under, crushing the lungs right out of my chest. If that's what those poor fuckers had been feeling for all that time, I'm glad they're dead. I haven't slept in, what, three days? Four? I'm scared to try.
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KAMIŃSKA: Well, you look quite well for someone who isn't getting any sleep.
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OLSON: I do, don't I? I've been thinking about that too.
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Dr Julian Bergstrom, pictured with object SCP-6134-B-59.
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FOREWORD: During post-incident investigation of the site of SCP-6134-A's sinking, SCP-6134-B-59 was recovered. The object was immediately notable for its lack of decomposition compared to the remainder of the -B specimens, as well as the fact that it rested on the seafloor undamaged and unobscured by wreckage. The object was transported to Site-35 Proper from the Baltic chapter, and a preliminary examination was performed by Dr Julian Bergstrom. Partial transcript follows.
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BERGSTROM: -mind if I keep recording?
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MCINTYRE: Yeah, of course. This is off the record, right?
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BERGSTROM: Unless we find something particularly notable, yes. I like to keep a recorder going for my own notes. Beats stopping to write everything down by a mile.
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MCINTYRE: Smart. So, uh, where are we with the autopsy?
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BERGSTROM: Well, to begin with, I would say autopsy might be a bit of a misleading term here. Take a look at the chart over there.
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MCINTYRE: This one?
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BERGSTROM: That's right, with the printout. See the brain activity scan? So, the interesting thing- our friend here isn't really displaying any activity, strictly speaking, it's more of…hm, how to put this. Paused at the crest of a wave, so to speak? As if someone caught him mid-thought. If you take a look over there, it's the same with his vitals.
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MCINTYRE: Like he's frozen in time? That's interesting, I guess. Huh. This is his pulse over here?
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BERGSTROM: The monitor? Oh, no, that's- mind your step- that's the water dripping into that basin you almost tripped over. Constant pump, it does look a little like a heartbeat when you measure it.
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BERGSTROM: At a glance, yeah. Saltwater. Baltic, presumably.
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MCINTYRE: How long has it been going?
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BERGSTROM: Let me check my watch. That'll be, ah, six hours since arrival here, plus however many since they pulled him up out of the Baltic. About a liter every hour I've been watching it, without much sign of stopping.
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MCINTYRE: Is that a lot?
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BERGSTROM: Well, it's certainly more water than he should have inside him, especially if you consider how much came out when I tried to pull that bar out of his chest.
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MCINTYRE: Hm.
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BERGSTROM: You seem disappointed.
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MCINTYRE: Hah. Maybe a little. You know me, doctor, I like a bit of excitement. I was expecting our zombie seaman here to be a little more… entertaining, I suppose.
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BERGSTROM: Well, I'm afraid you'll have to make do with just a small miracle for now, agent. Though if I may make a personal observation-
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BERGSTROM: I think someone loved this man quite a bit, you know. I suppose you could say that little ocean inside him is a bit of the world's lifeblood, isn't it? If you wanted to get philosophical about it, I mean. It didn't make much of a difference in the end.
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BERGSTROM: Anyhow, if you'd like to help me take these samples down the hall, I think we can wrap up for tonight. Just let me get the cap and gloves off.
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MCINTYRE: Sure thing. Oh, wow, new look?
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BERGSTROM: What do you mean?
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MCINTYRE: The hair. Suits you. I've thought about dyeing mine too, but the wife says she likes the gray. Maybe I'll convince her.
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BERGSTROM: Ha, I, ah, I have no clue what you mean. I'm flattered, but I haven't dyed anything since I was a teen.
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MCINTYRE: What? Don't tell me I'd imagined you'd gone silver, that would be embarrassing-
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BERGSTROM: Paul, I've been gray for years.
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MCINTYRE: Wait, what? I think you, uh, I think you should look in a mirror. Let me-
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Addendum 6134.4: Internal Overseer Council Vote 08-24-02-00348
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As of vote no. 08-24-02-00348, 50ml of a 1:100 water-diluted solution of SCP-6134-C is available once per month to all members of the Overseer Council upon filing a written request for peer approval.
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SCP-6134-C is available to Council members exclusively, and may not be distributed to employees, friends or family members.
Name: Biopsy.jpg
+Author: Linda Bartlett
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filenames: daisy.jpg, daisy2.jpg
+Author:daviiid
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Foundation Wiki
+Derivative Of:
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Names: Astra IMO 9000376.JPG, Astra p2.JPG
+Author: Alf van Beem
+License: Public Domain
+Source Links:WikimediaCommons
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Filename: heller_cargo.png
+Author:daviiid
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Foundation Wiki
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Name: Broken container on reefer.jpg
+Author: Hervé Cozanet
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Name: US Navy 031219-N-2903K-005 The Los Angeles class attack submarine USS Jacksonville (SSN 699) makes ready to moor along side USS Hampton (SSN 767).jpg
+Author: B.L. Keller
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-6241 is to be closed off to the public under the cover of wildlife preservation. No personnel are to be allowed within 2 meters of SCP-6241.
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All names in original texts pertaining to SCP-6241-1 or its people are to be removed.
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Description: SCP-6241 is a severely burned tree of an unidentified species. A portion of SCP-6241's trunk is missing; however, SCP-6241 remains upright through unknown means.
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Human subjects that come within 1.5 meters of SCP-6241 will experience a set of dreams pertaining to SCP-6241-1 over the course of five to ten days.
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Subjects that come into physical contact with SCP-6241 will begin to experience vivid hallucinations increasing over the timeframe of 24 hours. Initially, hallucinations will consist of an unidentified species of flower growing among other plants. These flowers will appear more frequently as time progresses. In addition, buildings will begin to appear dilapidated. 24 hours after the onset of these hallucinations, subjects will begin to experience numbness in hands and feet.
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48 hours after the onset of the hallucinations, subjects will appear translucent to observers, and numbness will spread throughout the body. 2-4 hours afterwards, subjects will cease to exist.
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SCP-6241-1 is a conceptual humanoid entity that possesses reality altering capabilities. Its abilities and existence are reliant on a consistent knowledge of its name in human subjects. Due to the erasure of its name from all documentation, it does not currently exist.
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Addendum 6241-01: Entries in a journal found near SCP-6241. Previous entries suggest that the journal dates back to the nineteenth century. It exhibits heavy water damage, and many of its pages had been removed prior to its discovery.
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…I believed myself hopelessly lost; I was sure I would die in this forest. However, I came upon a marvelous land. The city is surrounded by trees bearing luscious fruit; it may be the hunger, but the fruits I tried were wonderful. When I walked past the walls, dizziness overtook me. The architecture is odd and unnatural. The city itself nearly hurts me to look at; strangely, I cannot understand its structures.
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The center of the city is open with the exception of a glimmering tree. Many items laid at the foot of the tree, but in my weariness, I failed to inspect them.
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Its people have welcomed me warmly. They speak in a strange tongue, but upon (?) I found that I understood their language. They offered me many things, but the only one I accepted was a place to stay. I pray their kindness is genuine.
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I have found that most roads here lead to the center of the city. There was a crowd around the tree, which I attempted to join, but several people blocked me. (?) those around me fell silent. It seems there is something they do not want me to know.
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I walked along a single road until the sun started to lower, but when I turned back, I was able to reach the center of the city within a half hour. As I got further from the center, the buildings became more confusing, and strange flowers grew nearly everywhere.
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This city is unnatural, but it charms me.
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I am beginning to feel uneasy.
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Today, I ventured further along the road. At some point, I lost feeling in my body. I was moving, but I couldn't feel the ground beneath me or the motion of my legs. I tried pinching my arm; no feeling came of it. I regained feeling at some point while coming back, but it was a frightening experience nonetheless.
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The crowd has increased in size, and the natives are not as cheerful. I fear that something is wrong.
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Several people have fallen ill. Many others are acting hostile towards me. I believe I have overstayed my welcome.
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I will begin my preparations to leave promptly.
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I was brought to the center today. Underneath the tree is a creature they call [DATA EXPUNGED]. It takes the shape of a woman, but it is wrong.
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It was furious; it told me that I was killing its people. I attempted to speak, but my voice would not come. (?)
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GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT.
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YOU ARE A PLAGUE.
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YOU ARE THE DEATH OF THEM.
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My journal had gone missing for a day. Upon seeing the previous page, I was, to say the least, quite startled, but it is clear I am no longer welcome.
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I attempted to leave today, but I could not find the way out. I (?)
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The flowers are starting to grow closer to the center of the city, and the tree is starting to wilt. I do not know what this means, but it has caused the inhabitants of this city great distress.
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This place is starting to feel more unnatural. I must make haste in finding its exit.
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I fear for my life. Many people have fallen ill; the strange entry in my journal seems all the more threatening.
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I cannot find the exit, and there is no one willing to help me. I will continue my efforts, but I am beginning to doubt my ability to leave.
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YOU WILL DIE WITH THEM.
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The illness has spread significantly since my last entry. The city is crumbling around me.
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I do not wish to die with these people. My last hope is the creature; it seems to have some control over this land.
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AND SO, A STORY ENDS.
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HOW MANY PEOPLE MUST DIE? TRY AS I MAY TO SAVE THEM, MY POWER IS WANING. I FEAR THAT I HAVE LITTLE TIME LEFT.
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GENERATIONS WERE SPENT CREATING A PARADISE, AND IT ENDS BECAUSE OF AN OUTSIDER.
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I WAS BLINDED BY MY VISIONS OF POWER, AND THEY WERE BLINDED BY LOVE.
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A FITTING END FOR ALL.
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MY LAST WISH IS THAT (?) WILL BE REMEMBERED,
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Addendum 6241-02: A record of the dreams caused by SCP-6241 as described by Researcher Warren.
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+I had a strange dream last night. I sat underneath a tree as people gathered around, presenting gifts to me. I wasn't focused on them, though; I was somehow watching a man outside of the crowd as he walked around. I'm not sure why, but I was particularly interested in him.
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It was apparently a special occasion. The people crowding around me were excited by my presence alone. I think I was some sort of god. A child asked me why I was there, and I just laughed. I never answered her question; the truth was that I wanted power.
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Someone pushed through the crowd, carrying a child. The same child from my previous dream. She was horribly sick. I rushed over and placed a hand on her head. Her symptoms disappeared, but I was afraid. I was angry. The man had brought his people's diseases to us.
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I made it clear that my people should stay away from him. I would deal with the issue as soon as I could.
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+I was there, under the tree, but the crowd was gone. The man walked over, and I stood. I wasn't going to kill him; I would give him a chance.
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I told him to leave the city and not to come back. I told him how he was killing my people. I screamed my frustrations because he was the only one around to hear. I forced him to stand and listen to all of this.
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+The crowd was there again, but I paid them no mind at first. The man hadn't left, and I was furious. Eventually, I realized that anger wouldn't solve this problem.
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I spent most of the day tending to the ill; the disease had already spread quite a bit. All the while, though, the problem of the man nagged at me. If I could remove him from the equation, we had a chance at surviving.
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I remembered how I had watched him write in a journal each night, and an idea formed. I stole his journal, tore out page after page. I knew it was childish, but I didn't care. I just wanted to destroy something dear to him. And finally, I started to write.
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+People were dying. I was afraid. I existed because of belief, and with the people that believed in me dying, I wasn't going to be around much longer.
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My powers were starting to diminish. The city was my creation; it couldn't exist without me. Given that I was disappearing, the space was starting to collapse.
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I watched as they panicked; I watched as they mourned. I watched as they suffered. I couldn't do anything to help.
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I sat under my wilting tree, holding the man's journal, and with a shaking hand, I wrote its final entry.
SCP-6293-1 instance waiting for a car to pass so it can perform SCP-6293.
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6293 is to focus on the dissemination of disinformation dismissing the activity as an instinctive form of predator avoidance1. Civilians reporting any SCP-6293 event involving over twenty (20) instances of SCP-6293-1 are to be detained, questioned, and amnesticized.
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Description: SCP-6293 is an anomalous activity engaged in by rodents of the order Sciuridae, most commonly the species Sciurus carolinensis2, Tamiasciurus hudsonicus3, and Tamias striatus4.
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Squirrels engaging in SCP-6293 (designated instances of SCP-6293-1) will wait on the curb or shoulder of a road until a vehicle approaches. Once it is near enough, the instance will dash into the road in front of the oncoming vehicle. At this point, the instance will either continue to cross the road, or, more commonly, double back on their tracks and dash back toward the side of the road they started from. Instances will often repeat this "doubling back" behavior up to five (5) times, depending on the distance and speed of the approaching vehicle, frantically rushing back and forth as if in indecision or occasionally even freezing in their tracks. Once the vehicle has passed, the instance will usually (>60% of observed events) return to the side of the road they started from.
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In contrast to their normally solitary nature, at least one other squirrel will often be present for performances of SCP-62935, although this is usually not observed by non-Foundation personnel encountering the phenomena.
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To date, the purpose of SCP-6293 remains unclear.
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The anomalous nature of SCP-6293 was first discovered by Junior Researcher Eustace Barro, a parazoologist working at Biological Research Site-104. Barro, a telepathic zoolinguist6, had recently been receiving training to increase his psionic abilities. On April 10, 2015, Barro arrived at work significantly more distressed than usual, and reported hitting a squirrel with his vehicle. While relating the story to a coworker, several details stood out as anomalous and were subsequently brought to the attention of Dr. Warren, Barro's supervisor, who interviewed Barro about the incident.
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The following transcript has been reconstructed from Junior Researcher Barro's account of the event, as well as footage from Barro's dashboard camera:
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At approximately 7:45 Junior Researcher Barro is driving along ████ Parkway, part of his normal morning commute. As he approaches a wooded area, he begins to hear a voice in his head.
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Voice: …and here it comes, folks! Four-thousand pounds of hurtling steel! Frank7 is waiting at the starting line: look at the confidence! Tail held high, ears back! Excellent form … he tenses … seven-hundred feet … six-hundred…
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Junior Researcher Barro begins to look around for the source of the voice.
An Eastern gray squirrel dashes in front of Barro's vehicle. Barro swerves into the left lane to avoid it, but at the last second the squirrel suddenly changes directions and disappears back into the plants on the right side of the road.
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Voice: A solid showing by Frank! A tad unambitious, maybe, but we wouldn't want a repeat of what happened to Marcia last year, would we, folks?
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The voice continues talking, and Barro slaps the side of his head. At this point, he notices the time and begins to accelerate. He briefly takes his eyes off the road, fumbling with a bag sitting in the passenger seat.
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Voice: And here we have Davey! Fresh off a career-low showing against Mortimer last fall, can he use this as an opportunity to redeem himself? (The voice pauses, and Barro reports hearing the faint and squeaky sound of cheering.) Sounds like he's still got some fans here!
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Barro pulls a bottle of Psilenol8 out of his bag, awkwardly unscrewing it while trying to keep one hand on the wheel.
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Voice: Davey is tensed like a spring! The crowd is waiting with bated breath! Not a sound to be heard! Four-hundred feet—and he's off like a shot!
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Another Eastern gray squirrel dashes out from the side of the road 120 meters in front of Barro's vehicle. Barro, preoccupied with shaking a pill out of the bottle, does not notice this.
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Voice: One! Two! Three! Four! Are you seeing this, folks? Are you seeing this? My god! He's going for the hextuple switchback!
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Barro succeeds in shaking a pill out of the bottle, and looks up as he raises it to his mouth.
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Barro: Holy shit!
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Barro simultaneously tries to swerve and brake. The still-open bottle flies out of his hand, scattering pills everywhere.
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Voice: Is he mad? He's trying another switchback folks! This is unprecedented!! This is—ooh.
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Voice: That's going to leave a mark. A valiant attempt by Davey! Surely worthy of a place in the history books!
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Following this event, a team of parazoologists was assembled to study and document SCP-6293. Over the course of the next month, the team documented a total of 574 SCP-6293 events. In an attempt to better understand the cause of the behavior and ascertain what purpose it might have, if any, Dr. Warren authorized a six-month solo expedition by Junior Researcher Barro to make contact with instances of SCP-6293-1. The following is a log documenting the expedition's commencement:
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+Location: A small wooded park 10 kilometers north of Biological Research Site-104 (location classified)
+Attending Personnel: Dr. Ambrose Warren, Junior Researcher Eustace Barro, and two site staff.
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Dr. Warren: Are you ready for this, researcher?
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Junior Researcher Barro: I am, sir.
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Dr. Warren: You've got your food?
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Junior Researcher Barro: Yes sir.
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Dr. Warren: And your camping gear?
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Junior Researcher Barro: Yes sir.
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Dr. Warren: And your bug nets and insect repellent?
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Junior Researcher Barro: I have them, sir.
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Dr. Warren: Now, I expect regular reports. Once a day when possible, but no less than every third day. Is that clear?
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Junior Researcher Barro: Very clear, sir.
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Dr. Warren: Godspeed, son.
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Junior Researcher Barro: Thank you, sir.
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Dr. Warren:(Wiping moisture from his one good eye) That's a fine lad. A fine lad.
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Junior Researcher Barro reported good progress for the first four weeks of the expedition. By June 9, he had managed to establish trust with the squirrels and had even been allowed to interview several instances of SCP-6293-1. However, his communications became increasingly irregular as the summer progressed, ceasing altogether following his report on July 7. After a week of no contact, a manhunt was launched but failed to locate Barro.
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Between September 21 and October 10 police in Alberta, Canada received multiple complaints about a naked individual matching Junior Researcher Barro's description running in front of cars, and one report of the individual attempting to bury acorns in a hole they had dug by hand in a resident's back yard. In all cases, the individual fled the scene before the arrival of law enforcement. After this was brought to the attention of Foundation agents embedded in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, a Foundation Asset Recovery Team was dispatched to locate and capture Junior Researcher Barro.
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On October 12, a Transcontinental Rigs semi-truck driver named Julian Lepetit reported a pedestrian collision near Coalhurst, Alberta. Emergency services were dispatched and found Junior Researcher Barro naked and in serious condition. Barro was taken to the Chinook Regional Hospital, where he was treated for 26 broken bones and several severe but not life-threatening internal injuries. The Asset Recovery Team arrived within two hours and took Barro into custody.
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In a post-incident interview, Lepetit claimed to have been driving along a wooded stretch of road when Junior Researcher Barro ran naked in front of his truck shouting "Witness me!" Lepetit swerved to avoid him, but at the last second Barro doubled back and was struck by the vehicle, flying 6 meters through the air and landing in the ditch. Following this interview, Lepetit was thanked for his cooperation and amnesticized.
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Since the incident, Junior Researcher Barro has given inconsistent accounts regarding his actions, alternately claiming that he was "deep undercover" and asserting that he is "king of the squirrels" and as such should be afforded diplomatic immunity.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6406 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell within Site-87. Standard interview protocols are to be observed with the following two caveats:
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Interviews are to only be performed by Researcher Cassandra Pike.
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Additional security is to be implemented to subdue either the subject or Pike if violence is imminent, up to and including utilization of anesthetic gas to render either subject or Pike unconscious.
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In addition, Pike has been granted clearance to Site-87’s armory. She is allowed a small-caliber handgun in order to subdue and recontain SCP-6406 in the event that it manifests in her proximity. She is to be accompanied by a discrete security detail while inside Nexus Zone 18.
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Description: SCP-6406 is an entity of unclear origin that resembles Dr. Francis Bietsy, a former neurosurgeon and self-proclaimed ‘health guru’.1 While physically resembling Bietsy, SCP-6406 is demonstrably not the individual in question. Notable deviations include the fact that SCP-6406 appears to be twenty-two years old, while the actual Francis Bietsy is thirty-four years old; SCP-6406 cannot accurately account for their activities between 2000 and 2022; SCP-6406 lacks basic biographical knowledge of subjects such as the names of Francis Bietsy’s parents, their childhood home, and the name of their wife; and SCP-6406 displays distinctive, exaggerated emotionally abusive behavior. Furthermore, SCP-6406 has shown anomalous regenerative properties to the point where they can recover from any injury.
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SCP-6406 is in a heavily antagonistic relationship with Foundation researcher Dr. Cassandra Pike, stationed at Site-87. Dr. Pike was friends with the actual Francis Bietsy during her time in undergraduate school, but grew distant following a severe argument that resulted in Dr. Pike being issued mandatory counseling by psychological staff at William and Mary University. Dr. Pike has not received an SCP classification, as she is not anomalous beyond her connection to SCP-6406.
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SCP-6406 manifested in early 2021, approximately five months into Dr. Pike’s pregnancy. Two days prior to its manifestation, she had been contacted by the actual Francis Bietsy over their civilian Facebook account, where she had posted photographs of herself throughout her pregnancy; Bietsy seemingly wished to congratulate Dr. Pike on their successful conception.
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Addendum: Manifestation of SCP-6406: In March of 2021, SCP-6406 manifested while Dr. Pike was with her husband, Dr. Claude Mattings, at St. Francis de Sales Hospital in Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin2 While leaving the building following an ultrasound examination, embedded listening devices within their phones recorded the following audio:
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Dr. Mattings: You’re joking.
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Dr. Pike: I wish. I wanted to throw my phone at the wall when I saw it.
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Dr. Mattings: From what you told me, guy’s a piece of work.
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Dr. Pike: Yeah. Blocked him and left him on ‘read’. If I didn’t have my parents on there, I’d honestly delete Facebook.
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Dr. Mattings: Honestly? You could probably ask Pryce to assassinate Zuckerberg for you, make their stock plummet. Would make a hell of a baby shower gift, I think.
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Dr. Pike:laughing Jesus, hon!
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Dr. Mattings: Just a joke, just a joke.
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Dr. Pike: Normal people don’t joke about assassinating CEOs in front of recording equipment so high-fidelity it can hear a flea piss on the moon!
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Dr. Mattings: So you prefer me cold and stoic, got it. Wait, where’d we park?
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Dr. Pike: Hold on, I have the remote.
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Miscellaneous audio expunged
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Dr. Mattings: I swore we parked closer. Sorry about that, hon.
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Dr. Pike:audibly panting It’s… fine. But… next time, I’m… taking the wheelchair.
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Dr. Mattings: Good ide—
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Silence for several seconds.
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Dr. Mattings: Who the hell is that in our car?
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Dr. Pike: Shit. Does this one have the thing where we can lock someone in?
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Dr. Mattings: New car, remember? We haven’t had it installed yet.
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Dr. Pike: Fuck. What do we do?
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Dr. Mattings: I’ll call 9-1-1. Get behind me. I’d rather whatever’s in there eat me before it gets to my daughter.
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Dr. Mattings is heard on the phone with emergency services. Further data is pulled from Dr. Pike’s device.
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Dr. Pike: I… think I’m seeing things, or else the town’s getting to me. It looks like… like…
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The sound of a car door opening and closing is heard.
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SCP-6406: Eya, Cass. How’s it going?
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Dr. Pike: What the fuck? Francis? Francis fucking Bietsy? I— no, no way, no.
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Dr. Mattings: Wait— the hell? I saw him on TV the other day. You’re telling me that’s Francis Bietsy?
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Dr. Pike: It fucking looks like the son of a bitch. Same smug smile, same hair, same letterman jacket… and he hasn’t aged a day. That spells ‘anomaly’.
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Dr. Mattings: I’ll call the Site for pickup. Just… don’t do anything rash. We don’t want—
SCP-6406: Look at you, all knocked up. Looks like you produced something halfway worthwhile.
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Dr. Mattings: Cassandra. Stay behind me. I need to—
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SCP-6406: To what, exactly? While you protect her from her own failures, again? You know why she hates me so much?
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Dr. Mattings: No, and I frankly don’t care. Dr. Mattings activates his phone’s personal assistant. Helen, contact Site-87, Code 25.
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SCP-6406: Apathy is the most positive emotion I could expect from her at this point, and she won’t even give me that. Your wife’s a bitch, and you’re only with her out of pity and the fear that—
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At this point, SCP-6406 was violently subdued by Dr. Mattings.
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SCP-6406 was unusually cooperative, allowing itself to be taken into custody. Its injuries (amounting to a broken nose and a concussion) healed rapidly after its arrival at Site-87. However, it refused to communicate with any member of Site-87 personnel except for Dr. Pike. She agreed to this, as Bietsy is a public figure, and any connection this anomaly has to him posed a risk to Veil integrity should the behavior of SCP-6406 begin to manifest in the actual Francis Biesty.
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Addendum: Selected SCP-6406 Interviews:
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Date: March 19th, 2021
+Subject: Dr. Cassandra Pike
+Interviewer: Agent Robert Tofflemire
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Agent Tofflemire: Okay, so let me see if I have this straight. The thing we have in containment is Frank Bietsy? The quack who got hundreds of people to drink colloidal silver to cure COVID?
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Dr. Pike: Yeah, R-gent Cyur. Such a stupid fucking name, can’t believe… the point is, yeah, it’s either him, or something wearing his face to mess with me.
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Agent Tofflemire: He seems to be… kind of obsessed with you. What’s up with that? How do you know him?
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Dr. Pike: Met him in undergrad, eons ago, before he became a millionaire. And… Dr. Pike inhales deeply. Can you promise that what I’m about to say won’t get me sectioned?
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Agent Tofflemire: You seem shaken up by this. I don’t think Dr. Palmer’s gonna mind a polemic.
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Dr. Pike: He and I used to be friends. Not great friends, but friends. We’d meet in the union at William and Mary after class, even collaborated on a few group projects in bio and chem. Then… summer of our sophomore year, it’s like a switch flipped in him.
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He went from being somewhat humble, talented, and gracious, to someone who got lost in his own ego. He would constantly suck up to professors just to get ahead, and slacked off throughout all of undergrad, probably through his doctorate program too. All it got him was a status as one of the most well-paid doctors in the country behind fucking Dr. Oz.
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Agent Tofflemire: You sound kinda bitter about him.
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Dr. Pike: Why would I be? He makes a living selling hackery and quackery to the gullible masses. I have some measure of integrity. Dr. Pike sniffs. Not a lot, but some.
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Agent Tofflemire: And you know that 6406 will only talk to you?
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Dr. Pike: I can handle myself around it. Therapy’s been helping. I’m wondering if this… isn’t the thing from last Halloween? Some piece of it that—
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Agent Tofflemire: It isn’t. I saw its remains, and I know it’s dead. It’s not coming back. This is something new, it has to be.
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Dr. Pike: …okay then. When’s my first interview with it?
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Agent Tofflemire: Tomorrow.
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Date: March 20th, 2021
+Subject: SCP-6406
+Interviewer: Dr. Pike
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Dr. Pike: Beginning first interview with SCP-6406. This is Dr. Cassandra Pike, and the subject in front of me is a humanoid anomaly resembling Francis Bietsy, noted… health guru.
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SCP-6406: We used to be friends.
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Dr. Pike: Going to go through the stock questions. What are you?
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SCP-6406: Right now, I’m tied down. Are the chains necessary?
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Dr. Pike: We don’t know the full extent of what you are, but we know you aren’t Francis Bietsy. He’s in Texas right now, giving a conference on… something about how miracle fruit can make you live for 150 years. Where did you come from?
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SCP-6406: Where did you go? Where did you come from, Cassie-Eye Joe?
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Dr. Pike: Do I have to get the cattle prod? That wasn’t a stock question, by the way. What is your point of origin?
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SCP-6406: Point Pleasant, West Virginia! Home of the mothman, and the greatest doctor in the world! That’s me, by the way.
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Dr. Pike: Still as pompous as ever. SCP-6406, are you willing to actually cooperate?
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SCP-6406: Cass, you don’t have to be so formal. You don’t remember us working together? Bein’ at least a little friendly?
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Dr. Pike: I remember you turning into the worst person I’ve ever known. Not much worth remembering beyond that.
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SCP-6406: Ask what you actually want to ask, not these stock questions. Or can you not even do your job as a… did you ever actually become a biologist? Or are you some janitor here that they just happened to hire?
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Dr. Pike: I’ve done good work. You can’t take that away from me.
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SCP-6406: Can’t I, though? I’ve been published in hundreds of reputable periodicals. Anyone who reads a paper you publish probably gets sent to a blacksite.
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Dr. Pike: You aren’t him. You’re at least a decade my junior. You look just like him in college, which is… impossible.
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SCP-6406: Even if I’m not Francis Bietsy, you’re still Cassandra Pike. Still the same lunatic who gave death glares to her professors if they announced the class got a C average on a test, even though you always got an A.
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Dr. Pike: I don’t have time for this. Answer the damn question. What made you?
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SCP-6406: Boy or girl?
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SCP-6406 indicates Dr. Pike’s belly.
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Dr. Pike: I’m not telling you about my child. Where did you come from?
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SCP-6406: Quid pro quo. I tell you something, you tell me.
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Dr. Pike: All right, fine. I’ll tell you something.
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Dr. Pike stands and leans slightly across the table.
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Fuck off. You can try the Hannibal Lecter schtick all you want, but I ain’t huntin’ Buffalo Bill here.
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Dr. Pike returns to her seat.
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Now, you’re going to tell me why the hell the Nexus made you.3
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SCP-6406: I honestly just looked you up on Facebook and decided I’d pop in to say hi. Glad I did— seems like your husband needs a break from you. Never seen a more hen-pecked son of a bitch in my li—
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At this point, Dr. Pike stands and abruptly exits the room, terminating the interview. Video feed shows the one-way observation glass vibrating violently within the containment cell, startling SCP-6406. Dr. Pike admitted herself to the infirmary for an injured hand following this.
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SCP-6406: And you’re giving up when things get even remotely difficult! There’s the Cassie I remember.
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No further interviews would take place until May of 2021, when SCP-65004 came to an end. SCP-6406 breached containment, and appeared within Dr. Pike and Dr. Mattings’s quarters in Site-87 on May 20th during their evening meal.
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Date: May 20th, 2021
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Dr. Pike and Dr. Mattings are at the kitchen table in their quarters, eating leftover food from a local Chinese restaurant. Dr. Pike suddenly becomes melancholy.
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Dr. Mattings: You all right, hon?
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Dr. Pike: Asshole’s popped back into my head again.
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Dr. Mattings: Want to talk about it?
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Dr. Pike: Not particularly. I just want to forget that he exists, honestly.
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Dr. Mattings: Wouldn’t be safe for the baby, but… we could see about getting you amnestic treatment in a couple of months. Get him out of your head.
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Dr. Pike: He’d just pop back in. Amnestics can’t really get rid of mental wounds a decade or more old—
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SCP-6406: And I’m going to stay right there.
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SCP-6406 has abruptly appeared behind Dr. Pike. She screams and is caught by Dr. Mattings before she falls from her chair.
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Dr. Mattings: What the fuck— Helen, containment breach, 6406’s gotten into our room!
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Dr. Pike: How the hell— how are you here? How are you here?!
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SCP-6406: I got lonely down in the cell, figured I’d pop in to say hi. Come and visit me a bit more often, and this won’t happen again.
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SCP-6406 proceeds to take up a container of food and eat from it, before demanifesting. Medical and security teams enter the Pike-Mattings Family quarters three minutes later, where Dr. Pike is sat on the couch, being comforted by her husband. The container of food was later recovered in SCP-6406’s cell.
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Following this, Dr. Pike reluctantly resumed interviews, reasoning that it was simpler to interact with SCP-6406 in its cell rather than have it appear to her at random.
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Date: June 23rd, 2021
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SCP-6406: Is the kid even your husband’s?
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Dr. Pike: You honestly have to ask that?
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SCP-6406: I mean, he looks like the kind of guy who would rather be a sperm donor to a complete stranger than willingly sleep with you.
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Dr. Pike: He’s my husband, and my best friend on top of that.
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SCP-6406: You don’t have friends, Cassie. You have people who tolerate you. That’s it. Honestly, I’m sorry.
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Dr. Pike: For?
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SCP-6406: For your child. Growing up with a deranged mother and a father who clearly will never love a bastard.
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SCP-6406 laughs.
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I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill me yet. God knows I can feel your death glare from the other side of the glass.
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SCP-6406 indicates the one-way observation glass.
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SCP-6406: I know you hate me, so cut the professional shit and let it loose. Both barrels, c’mon.
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Dr. Pike: You know what?
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Dr. Pike directly addresses the camera in the room.
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I’m not about to put up with this shit anymore. We’ve gotten zero useful information from him over the past two months. I refuse to do this anymore, and if you want to section me, demote me, whatever, go ahead and do it. I’m not about to let this shitheel force me into this anymore. If he teleports out, I’m sheltering in place and calling the cavalry. Interview terminated.
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Site-87 Director Tristan Bailey agreed to halt interviews until a later date. However, SCP-6406 appeared twice more to Dr. Pike, significantly disrupting her daily routine. This briefly ceased following the birth of her daughter and subsequent involvement in a highly classified operation related to her previous work on Project ARK, and the subsequent counter-operation, Project LAZARUS. During this time, Dr. Pike’s psychological state worsened as she tried to care for her daughter, Rose. This was originally attributed to post-partum depression; however, following its appearance in her vehicle in August and subsequent re-containment, Dr. Pike confronted it in its holding cell.
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Date: August 17th, 2021
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SCP-6406: Did you lose it? Awful flat belly you have there.
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Dr. Pike: Fuck you, you know I didn’t. What the hell is wrong with you?
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SCP-6406: You think I’m an irredeemable monster. I’m just playing the part at this point, no reason to try to convince you otherwise.
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Dr. Pike: You know why I hate you, Francis? You know why I’ve spent years of my life holding a grudge? It’s because you are the kind of person who’s successful without even remotely deserving it. You weedled, brown-nosed, whined, and played the victim all the way to success, coasting on your laurels and successes while doing absolutely nothing that actually contributed to the world in any way, and all you got for it was being one of the highest-paid fucking doctors in the world.
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You’re a parasite. Other people work their fingers off to have even an ounce of what you have, and it was handed to you for free because you appeal to the right type of people.
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SCP-6406: How very Ayn Rand of you. Tell me, Miss Galt, do you have another seventy pages worth of speech I need to sit through?
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Dr. Pike: Shut up! You are the most fucking infuriating thing I’ve ever had to put up with.
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SCP-6406: Hard to believe, considering that you live with yourself twenty-four seven. Everyone here thinks you’re crazy.
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Dr. Pike: And I don’t know a single fucking person who I’ve talked to in the last three months that doesn’t think you’re one of the worst things we have in containment! There are literal murder gods that people hate less than you! We have fucking clones of Jeffery Dahmer that aren’t as abrasive as you! We’ve had more interesting conversations with aliens who can’t comprehend the existence of the letter “S” without their brains liquefying!
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SCP-6406: But they haven’t gotten to know me. Maybe they’d like me then.
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Dr. Pike clenches her fists, before approaching SCP-6406.
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Dr. Pike: You… have lived in my head for years because of all the things you’ve said and done, and all the things you don’t deserve. The whole time I was working on Lazarus, I knew I was making the world a better place, but it would never be a good place. Not with you in it.
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SCP-6406: What are you going to do, then, Cassie? The same thing you’ve done for the last dozen years? Fume about it, cry about it to your therapist? You’re nothi—
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Dr. Pike abruptly bull-rushes SCP-6406, pinning it against the wall and attempting to strangle it, letting out a scream of rage. Containment specialist Dr. Jacob Kola activates the Emergency Humanoid Sedation System, which renders both Dr. Pike and SCP-6406 unconscious.
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Dr. Pike was remanded into psychological care following this incident, while a Foundation tribunal was convened to decide her fate. However, intervention occurred from an unlikely benefactor— Dr. Tilda Moose, Director of Site-19. Dr. Moose requested a personal audience with Dr. Pike to discuss SCP-6406.
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Date: September 19th, 2021
+Subject: Dr. Cassandra Pike
+Interviewer: Dr. Tilda D. Moose
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Dr. Pike is being held in Detention at Site-87. The interview room includes a glass divider with a speaker on either side; Dr. Moose enters, and Dr. Pike has a clear startle response at her appearance. The following dialog is directly relevant to SCP-6406.
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Dr. Pike: I don’t understand. Why… why are you helping me?
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Dr. Moose: That's… complicated. I was asked to look into your case, and I found that — I found that I needed to understand your situation more. I need you to answer some questions for me, if you're willing. As you said — I'm here to help. Why do you hate SCP-6406 so thoroughly? Or rather, why do you hate Francis Bietsy?
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Dr. Pike: Because he has no integrity. He and I… we were both going to become MDs. But he lost all sense of actually wanting to help people overnight, and I changed track to go into biochemistry after seeing how much the pre-med faculty at William and Mary were letting him get away with.
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Dr. Moose: Is there more to it than that? To this situation, I mean.
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Dr. Pike: He makes me feel like I’m insane. He knows how to push my buttons in those fucking interviews, how to bait me, how to drive me over the edge. And I try so hard not to take the bait, but… it was so easy to react.
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Dr. Moose: I can’t condone assaulting an anomalous humanoid, but given the circumstances, it’s not an entirely irrational reaction. Continue, please.
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Dr. Pike: He… he’s abrasive. Everything he’s said and done for the last several years has rubbed me the wrong way. And… there’s one more thing.
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Dr. Moose: What?
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Dr. Pike: That fucking cure-all he markets, R-gent Cyur? That started off as a joke in college that got out of hand.
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Several seconds of silence.
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Dr. Moose: Can you… elaborate?
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Dr. Pike: It was at a fucking party, and we were trying to think up safe, science-themed cocktails. We ended up grabbing a bottle of colloidal silver and mixing it with some bourbon, did this snake-oil salesman routine. I ended up drinking it, and got sick as shit the next couple of days.
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Dr. Pike mimes holding a bottle.
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Dr. Pike: Behold, Argent Cure, the amazing one-and-done drink that can solve everything from corns and pertussis to dysentery and limp dicks!
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Dr. Moose: I don't understand. Do you feel guilt over him taking this idea? Are you angry that he took the joke and used it unethically?
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Dr. Pike: Yeah, essentially. It was never meant to be taken seriously. But he stole the name and now is raking in the dough. It’s… not fair.
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Dr. Moose: What would have been fair? What would give you vindication?
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Dr. Pike: I don’t know.
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Dr. Moose: I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me.
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Dr. Pike: There isn’t.
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Dr. Moose: I suppose… I simply don’t understand why SCP-6406 upsets you so much.
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Dr. Pike: Because it’s Francis fucking Bietsy.
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Dr. Moose: I just… I don't think that SCP-6406 is representative of the actual Francis Bietsy.
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Dr. Pike: I have to disagree with you there. As far as I’m concerned, the thing in containment a few floors down is what Francis is, at his core — a horrible man who keeps on coming back into my head bringing the worst parts to the surface. I hadn’t even thought about him for years before he came out of nowhere and practically said ‘congrats on finally getting laid’ to me on Facebook.
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Dr. Pike snorts.
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Dr. Pike: Not like you actually know the guy. But I do. Suffice to say, ‘cunt’ is too kind of a word for him.
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Dr. Moose: Actually, I do know him.
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Dr. Pike: What?
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Dr. Moose: He’s a member of the Foundation. He’s part of Cover-Ops— Disinformation. He’s helping distribute material that dilutes what is, essentially, an extradimensional Multi-Level Marketing scheme. Unfortunately, yes, he’s getting rich off of it.
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Dr. Pike:WHAT?!
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Dr. Pike bangs on the glass divider between herself and Dr. Moose. A guard raises their weapon; Moose raises her hand to indicate the guard should stand down.
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Dr. Pike: This motherfucker has been part of the Foundation for how long?
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Dr. Moose: Two… no, three years less than yourself.
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Dr. Pike: And I suppose you’re about to tell me he donates all of the proceeds to puppy orphanages or something?
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Dr. Moose: Of course not. There’s a loophole that allows him to keep most of the profits from the junk he helps the Foundation sell. Personally, I’m not a fan of the arrangement.
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You’ve known him longer than I have. I’ve talked to him at maybe a couple of symposiums, heard him speak at a Disinformation seminar. But part of me thinks that you’re not casting him in a good light because you don’t cast yourself in one.
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Dr. Pike: I don’t hate myself! I’ve gone through fucking years of therapy to fucking… I…
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Dr. Pike pauses and gasps for breath.
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Dr. Pike: Years of this, down the drain, because he decided to barge back into my life.
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Dr. Moose: I never said anything about you hating yourself. But there’s clear trauma here. You're hurting, Dr. Pike. It's interfering with your work with a potentially key SCP object. Ordinarily, I would ask you to be reassigned, but you're the only one who can do this work. I want to help you. How can we address this situation?
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Over a minute of silence is recorded. A guard moves to escort Dr. Pike to her holding cell; Dr. Moose holds up her hand once again.
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Dr. Moose: I don’t know much about Sloth’s Pit. I’ve been fascinated with the concept, but not even a Director can control her areas of research, and sadly I’ve never been assigned before now. Stories help create this place, yes?
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Dr. Pike: What’s your point?
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Dr. Moose: What happens if you believe in the fiction of someone hard enough, and hold on to enough anger, in a place like this?
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Dr. Pike: That isn’t a fiction! That thing might as well be the real Francis Biesty! He acts—
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Dr. Moose: Like a parody of the real man. I’ve met him. Talked to him not a month ago. He’s a snake-oil salesman. He’s not cruel except when he’s being especially lazy. He doesn’t act like the entity created in his image. He acts like you think he would act.
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I finished my assessment of this anomaly before I came in here. I believe that you are unconsciously emotionally fueling this anomaly, and that this manifestation cycle is dangerous enough to be a matter of concern for everyone else.
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Further, I think it's artificially altering your emotional state. Not so directly as a mind-affecting ability, but… in the same way that we can't change something without being changed ourselves. You are working in Sloth's Pit — you aren't immune to its effects. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
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Dr. Pike: So it’s my fault he’s like this?
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Dr. Moose: It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just… poison that’s leaked into your brain as a result of horrible things done to you by a variety of people, mixed with general malaise, depression, and the feeling of just… being overwhelmed.
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If you want my honest advice… I think you should spend time with your family. Enjoy your maternity leave, like you’re supposed to.
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Dr. Pike: Not an option for me. Not with what happened in California. Not with… not with what I have to do for Rose.
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Dr. Moose: Your daughter?
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Dr. Pike: No. The woman I named her after. Long, classified story.
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Dr. Pike sniffs.
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Dr. Pike: How do I stop him from living in my head like this?
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Dr. Moose: How do you stop reading a bad book? You put it down.
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Addendum: SCP-6406 Neutralization Attempt: Dr. Moose used her influence among higher echelons of the Foundation to petition for Dr. Pike’s release from detention, with the caveat that, should she not successfully neutralize or decommission SCP-6406, she would be relieved of duty and dismissed from the Foundation.
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The following events occurred in October of 2021.
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SCP-6406 is standing in the middle of its containment cell, unrestrained. Dr. Pike enters, looking directly at SCP-6406.
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SCP-6406: Eya, Cass. Not got me tied to a chair this time. So, what’s it gonna be? Gonna try to insult me to death?
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Dr. Pike: Honestly? There is no insult worse I can think of than what’s standing before me right now.
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SCP-6406: What?
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Dr. Pike: You’re not real. You’re some… fucking awful version of a person that I put in my head, an antagonist I made up for myself. But like the saying goes: never meet your villains.
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SCP-6406: All right, yeah. I’m fictional. So what? You’re stuck with me. Is this some kind of attempt at an apology? Forgiveness?
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Dr. Pike laughs long enough that she struggles to breathe.
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Dr. Pike: An apology? Forgiveness? You— the real you abandoned his principles! Made me feel like shit! And got rewarded for it!
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SCP-6406: And here comes the hateful remarks. Please, Cassie, never change, we need some people in the world who are constantly spiteful to keep us grounded.
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Dr. Pike: I can’t ever forgive Francis. But I’m letting you go, because you aren’t Francis. You’re 6406. You’re a worse version of a bad person that I made up so I could have something to be angry at, because people do need an antagonist.
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SCP-6406: Please, keep telling yourself you’re the hero here. You are so demonstrably the bad guy that it isn’t even funny.
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Dr. Pike smirks.
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Dr. Pike: Antagonist doesn't mean villain. Most of my friends try to stop me from doing stupid shit on a daily basis, and for the most part, it works — they’re antagonists in the sense that I can’t be myself, thanks to them, and that’s a good thing. But honestly? I have to thank this place.
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At this point, Dr. Pike appears to stop addressing SCP-6406.
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Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin. This fucking city decided to fuck with me in the worst way imaginable, make me have to deal with a person I despised for years, and now I know why. It’s so I could do this.
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SCP-6406: Do what? Attack me? Leave? You know better by now. Do whatever you want and I'll still be there, because you know the truth: you're nothing, and I'm something. That's how it always has been, and always will be. Even your shitty party jokes, I could spin them into millions. And working for the Foundation, too! I outclass you, even here.
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Dr. Pike doesn't respond.
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SCP-6406: So stop embarrassing yourself and sit down. Back in the chair, where you belong. We've got plenty to talk about.
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Dr. Pike turns towards the door.
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Dr. Pike: You're not just a fiction. You’re a ghost. And this is an exorcism. You don’t get to live in my head anymore. Goodbye, SCP-6406. I hope the real version of you is a better person than I think they are.
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SCP-6406: You can’t get away from me that easy! I’ve lived in your head for over a decade! I’ll claw my way back—
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At this point, SCP-6406 abruptly demanifests. Dr. Pike exits the containment cell.
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This file is in the process of being revised to classify SCP-6406 to neutralized. Dr. Pike has since been reassigned to Site-6███ in Northern California, alongside her husband and daughter.
Computer-generated renderings of SCP-6523, based on low-detail engineering diagrams.
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Control of SCP-6523 is shared between the Foundation's Department of Interstellar Containment and the Global Occult Coalition's Taskforce for Interstellar Threats, under the overall aegis of the independent DAMOCLES INITIATIVE established by GOC Resolution 523 and Overseer Mandate TAROT MARTEL.
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Command of SCP-6523 and the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE is held by the Tripartite Control Council, consisting of the Director of the Department, the Commander of the Taskforce, and the Captain of the Joyeuse.
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Following the final departure of SCP-6523 from Farpoint Station, the TCC will be vested with the full and complete authority to act on behalf of the Overseer Council, the Council of 108, and the collective nations of Earth. No further contact with SCP-6523 or the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE is expected after this point.
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The GOC's PSYCHE Division has assumed responsibility for the supporting Earth-based information suppression campaign; Special Observers attached to national and international space agencies, academic astronomy programs, and commercial aerospace endeavors are tasked with ensuring that neither SCP-6523 nor any related anomalous phenomena are detected by or disclosed to non-Veiled actors.
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The Foundation's WATCHDOG monitoring network has been tasked with identifying and censoring sightings of SCP-6523 by amateur astronomers, although such detection is considered unlikely, given the electromagnetic emissions profile of SCP-6523.
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Containment procedures for SCP-871 and SCP-786 have been incorporated into the standing orders of the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE.
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In the event of irreparable and catastrophic failure, all outstanding instances of SCP-871 are to be assembled into a single mass and iteratively funneled through SCP-786 to induce gravitational collapse.
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Description
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SCP-6523 is the interstellar vessel Joyeuse, currently en route to Alula Borealis1 and expected to arrive in 400 years.
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History
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Photograph of asteroid (532) Herculina, taken from archived files of Prometheus Laboratories.
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Prior to the creation of the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE, SCP-6523 was an uncontained anomalous object located in orbit of asteroid (532) Herculina. This object was an incomplete interstellar scientific research vessel designed for Project Daedalus, an internal and clandestine human spaceflight program undertaken by Prometheus Laboratories.
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Construction of the vessel began in 1996, but technical complications, coupled with the financial difficulties of Prometheus Labs, caused the project to be abandoned in 1997; by this point, most work on the superstructure and external hull had been completed, but no internal systems had been installed. The breakup of the Prometheus conglomerate in 1998 resulted in the evacuation of the research facility at Herculina, and the unfinished hulk became derelict.
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Most data and documents from Project Daedalus were eventually obtained by the Foundation, as part of the larger acquisition of former Prometheus assets during the breakup of the conglomerate.2
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Pursuant to TAROT MARTEL, the vessel was selected for use by the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE and designated as SCP-6523. In cooperation with the GOC, a containment and salvage operation was launched to take control of the vessel and retrofit it into the Joyeuse.
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Design
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The original starship design of Project Daedalus centered on the Darius-Semiz singularity drive: an advanced photonic thruster which harnesses the Hawking radiation3 produced by a decaying micro black hole. The initial proposal for Project Daedalus suggested an average continuous acceleration of 1g would be possible with a black hole massing 675,000 metric tons, although these figures proved to be erroneous or excessively optimistic.
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Prometheus engineers ultimately concluded that a much more massive black hole, with correspondingly longer lifespan and lower power output, would be required, resulting in significantly reduced acceleration and increased transit time; project managers believed that they could circumvent the problems of ultra-long duration voyages by keeping the crew in cryogenic stasis, but the necessary refinements in human cryostasis technology ultimately proved unfeasible.
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The performance parameters selected by Project Daedalus were deemed insufficient for the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE, necessitating significant alternations to the original design — critically, the Joyeuse needed to sustain a much higher constant acceleration. To achieve this, the Darius-Semiz drive uses a smaller black hole, with greater power output and shorter lifespan.
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To prevent the black hole from decaying into non-existence, a remass system derived from SCP-8714 and SCP-7865 was constructed. This system feeds additional mass into the black hole to offset losses from Hawking radiation, thereby maintaining it at a constant size and power output.
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Additional performance improvements were realized by placing many ship systems inside compact subspace dimensions, and through the use of thaumaturgy to reduce the effective mass of certain structural elements.
Detailed engineering schematics and precise design parameters of the Joyeuse are classified L5/DAMOCLES. What follows is an executive summary of the major ship systems:
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False-color rendering of SCP-6523, with major systems highlighted.
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Component "Marie" — A Reissner-Nordström black hole,6 massing approximately 50,000 metric tons. The original machinery used by Prometheus Labs to create the Schwarzschild black hole7 inside Herculina was inaccessible due to the exclusion zone covering the asteroid.8 Gormogon antimasons supervised the construction and operation of a single-use thaumo-nuclear laser array capable of generating a kugelblitz,9 which was used to ignite the black hole upon launch of the Joyeuse.
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Darius-Semiz singularity drive — The containment and control system for the black hole. Magnetic confinement is provided by four superconducting blades, constructed from Mekonium10 further treated with thaumaturgy to withstand extreme temperatures. A parabolic reflector, made from an anomalously stable degenerate electron gas, reflects the gamma rays emitted by the black hole to produce thrust. The total thrust of this system is capable of continuously accelerating the Joyeuse at 1g. A series of thermocouples allow for the production of electrical power for the ship.
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Subsystem "Antoinette" — The confection-based black hole feed system, primarily derived from SCP-871. Cakes created by SCP-871 are automatically sorted by mass, then funneled through SCP-786 to reduce their size to subatomic scale; the shrunken cakes are then fed into the event horizon of the black hole, in a continuous stream averaging 4.8 kilograms per second.
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Relativistic impact shield — A shield mounted ahead of the Joyeuse, covering the entire front-facing cross-section, which protects the spacecraft from collisions with dust and gas in the interstellar medium.11 The shield uses powerful magnetic fields generated by superconducting coils to slow or deflect charged particles, and incorporates a layer of liquid lithium to absorb impacts.12
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Forward laser array — A powerful short-wavelength laser mounted directly behind the impact shield; the central section of the shield can be temporarily retracted to allow the laser to fire through the shield. This laser is primarily intended for use as a "broom" to divert or destroy larger pieces of space debris, but it can also be used as a directed-energy weapon against stationary targets.13
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Engineering booms — Six retractable truss arms are mounted ahead of the habitation section. These arms contain attachment points for weapons systems, sensor arrays, and other mission hardware, and can be extended beyond the shadow of the impact shield if necessary.
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Katabasis-class shuttles — Five high-performance spaceplanes derived from the Charon, a suborbital tactical bomber operated by the GOC. Each plane has a wet mass of 75 metric tons, and is capable of landing on an Earth-like planet and returning to orbit without refueling, while carrying up to 20 metric tons of payload. Indefinite operation within an atmosphere is possible, as the thermal rocket engines used for propulsion can function as air-breathing non-combustive turboramjets.14
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Personnel
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All personnel assigned to the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE are volunteers.
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The crew selection process was guided by the following factors:
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Age — As the mission of the Joyeuse is long, and potentially indefinite, youth was considered advantageous. The majority of the crew is between 26 and 35 years old.
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Proficiency — Proficiency in a useful field was required of all crew members. Most are adept in multiple scientific or academic disciplines, and many possess paranormal abilities or expertise.
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Psychology — Long-term social cohesion among the crew is essential for the mission. Persons displaying high levels of cooperativeness and empathy were favored in psychological screenings.
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Non-essential — Any persons deemed essential for ongoing containment and normalcy preservation operations were disqualified from the selection process.
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Non-attachment — None of the crew of the Joyeuse will ever return to Earth. Personnel lacking dependents and attachments on Earth were preferred.
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Prior knowledge of the Veil or familiarity with the anomalous, while useful, was deemed too limiting as a requirement. In light of these factors, significant recruitment was done from outside the Foundation. While most of those selected this way came from normal Foundation recruiting sources,15 many were persons who otherwise would not have been considered for Foundation employment, including a number who had been rejected in the past.16
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All crew members underwent an intensive accelerated training program while the Joyeuse was retrofitted; in addition to teaching all of the necessary skills for interstellar spaceflight, this training was designed to push recruits to their physical and mental limits, eliminating those unable to cope with the rigors and instilling a sense of camaraderie in the remainder.
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Of the nearly 1000 individuals who underwent this training, less than 250 ultimately passed and were assigned to the Department of Interstellar Containment.
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A similar selection and training program was undertaken by the GOC, although most of their recruitment was done internally, from within their member organizations.
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Department of Interstellar Containment
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The Foundation contingent of the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE is organized into the autonomous Department of Interstellar Containment, under the supervision of Director Jessica Fordyce.17 The most significant function of the Department is the maintenance and operation of Subsystem "Antoinette", although it also performs the majority of mundane engineering and scientific duties; this is reflected by the fact that Chief Engineer Dr. Song Jin-ho18 is a Department officer.
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When deemed necessary by the Tripartite Control Council, the Department will also be entrusted with the containment of anomalous objects encountered during the mission.
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Mobile Task Force Psi-1 ("Redshirts"), specializing in orbital and exo-environmental operations, is permanently attached to the Department under the command of Anton Orlov. MTF Psi-1 is the only dedicated combat unit of the Department, although it is not intended for large or protracted engagements; its primary role is reconnaissance and recovery of stable anomalies.
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PHYSICS Division Strike Team 2112 ("Starship Troopers"), led by Satanist Warlock Pierre Duval, is assigned to the Taskforce; equipped and trained for heavy engagements with major parathreats and other paranatural warfare units, Strike Team 2112 serves as the main infantry force of the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE.
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Notable GOC member organizations which have contributed personnel to the Taskforce include:
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Ancient Noble Order of the Gormogons — Originally founded to oppose Freemasonry, the Gormogons are an elite corps of demolitions experts specializing in destroying anomalous structures and breaking defensive wards. The Order was a major participant in the Allied Occult Initiative, and is a permanent member of the Council of 108. Gormogon antimasons oversaw the ignition of the ship's black hole, and several Gormogons serve aboard the Joyeuse as technical specialists.
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International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology — ICSUT is the largest occult college in the world, a major GOC research partner, and a permanent member of the Council of 108. It is the primary source of thaumatologists for the GOC, the Taskforce, and the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE, with numerous ICSUT alumni and faculty serving on the ship as occult specialists and battlemages.
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Brotherhood of Auspicious Survivors — Following the forcible disbandment and suppression of the Janissaries and the Bektashi Order during the Auspicious Incident, the survivors reorganized and went into hiding. They continued to battle mystical and esoteric threats, participating in the 6th and 7th Occult Wars, and developed into one of the more powerful independent militant mystical orders. At the request of Dr. Dahl,20 a large contingent of Brotherhood janissaries is stationed on the Joyeuse, filling most combat and security positions within the Taskforce.
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Bavarian Illuminati — The Illuminati are an international political conspiracy with the stated mission of advancing human rights and welfare, which they believe is best accomplished in secret. A few members of the Illuminati are part of the Taskforce, acting as diplomatic and legal advisors.
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United Church of Satan, Scientist — An offshoot of LaVeyan Satanism, which has, as its central dogma, the objective of finding and killing God. A small number of Satanists are included in the Taskforce for their expertise in anti-theodicy, combat epistemology, and anti-deity operations.
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As Captain, Hiram Douglas oversees the basic operations of the Joyeuse — primarily navigation and shipboard administration — and has absolute authority in internal matters related to the functioning and safety of the ship. He may be called upon to cast a tie-breaking vote if the TCC is deadlocked, but is otherwise expected to defer to Director Fordyce and Dr. Dahl on strategic concerns.
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A small contingent of unaffiliated officers and support crew serve aboard the Joyeuse as part of the Captain's Executive Staff. These personnel perform duties necessary for the operations of the Joyeuse, but are uninvolved in the overall mission of the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE; all were selected by Captain Douglas for their unique skill sets and technical expertise, and a number were previously involved in Project Daedalus.
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Mission
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The primary mission of SCP-6523 and the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE is to intercept and neutralize the anomalous spacecraft identified in Incident ISHMAEL BREAKAWAY, using whatever means are deemed appropriate by the Tripartite Control Council.
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Overview of Incident ISHMAEL BREAKAWAY
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On 2016-12-23, the Global Occult Coalition's EUDOXUS astrological sky survey detected a major spike of Aspect Radiation originating from the Alula Borealis star system.22 This reading was interpreted as probable evidence of an extraterrestrial intelligence, but at the time it was deemed to be only a minor threat to normalcy.
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The ARad spike was also detected by private spaceflight company Quintessence Aerospace, using unlicensed and unreported paratech in its possession. Hector Canvera (PoI-11238), the company's founder and CEO, and a member of the Fifth Church, interpreted this as proof of his Fifthist beliefs. Using Fifthist reality alteration techniques which are not currently understood, Quintessence secretly constructed an interstellar spacecraft, dubbed the Quincunx, in orbit around Jupiter's moon Amalthea.
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On 2017-02-26, Incident ISHMAEL BREAKAWAY occurred. In a now-censored video on social media, Hector Canvera publicized his plan to depart the Solar System. Shortly afterwards, the Quincunx was detected leaving Jovian orbit; Hector Canvera is believed to have been on board, along with an unknown number of other Fifthists.
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Their current trajectory will take them out of the Solar System in the direction of Alula Borealis; assuming continuous acceleration and appropriate deceleration maneuvers, they will arrive at Alula Borealis in slightly over 400 years. It is likely that they are seeking the extraterrestrial intelligence, which they believe will assist them in achieving their goals of enlightenment.
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Text of Overseer Mandate TAROT MARTEL
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An emergency session of the Overseer Council was immediately held in response to Incident ISHMAEL BREAKAWAY. The result of this session was the following mandate, codeword designation TAROT MARTEL:
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EVIDENT, that first contact with an extraterrestrial intelligence is the most significant undertaking available to humanity;
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THEREFORE, Article 13 of the Köln Agreement has been invoked to request the aid of the Global Occult Coalition;
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Mission Profile
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Animation of the brachistochrone trajectory that will be used by the Joyeuse. Not to scale.
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Upon ignition of the black hole, the Joyeuse began accelerating out of the Solar System. It performed a close flyby of Pluto 11 days after launch, at which time it received final supplies and personnel via apportation from Farpoint Station.
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Following the rendezvous with Farpoint, the Joyeuse will continue to accelerate for 2122 days of internal time, reaching a maximum velocity of 99.998% of the speed of light and traveling approximately 200 light years; due to the effects of special relativity, 201 years will pass on Earth.
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Following the conclusion of the primary mission, the DAMOCLES INITIATIVE is encouraged to pursue the containment or neutralization of other astronomical anomalies.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6529 is to remain within Site-184's Anomalous Art and Artifacts Secure Storage Wing. Under no circumstance is the central compartment of SCP-6529 to be opened. A Foundation-Certified, Class C1-Zosimos Thaumaturge is to examine the binding seals and protective runes inscribed upon SCP-6529 bi-annually: occurring on both the Summer and Winter Solstices. Should any degradation of the aforementioned thaumaturgic wardings be detected, the existing inscriptions are to be repaired or bolstered as necessary.
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+Description: SCP-6529 is an ornate box initially designed to contain a variety of writing and art supplies. It is composed of a series of auxiliary drawers located around a central compartment. These drawers have been thaumaturgically enhanced to possess significantly larger interior dimensions than the outward appearance would suggest. The central compartment of SCP-6529 is mechanically and thaumaturgically locked, preventing access to its interior space.
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Items recovered from SCP-6529 suggest that a conceptual entity - suspected to embody or represent notions of 'lengthening' and/or 'elongating' - is currently tethered to a physical totemic body, contained within the sealed central compartment of SCP-6529.1
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Addendum - 6529_A1: Primary Documents Recovered from SCP-6529.
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The following documents were recovered from the auxiliary compartments of SCP-6529. They appear to be written by Magnus Kinslow, a recorded thaumaturgical practitioner employed by the The Commission on Unusual Cargo during the late 18th to early 19th century. The recovered documents are presented in presumed chronological order:
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My sincerest apologies that I have not written you sooner. You, more than most, know the challenges one encounters in our line of work. I also apologize that I cannot respond properly to your inquiry into my current location; suffice to say I am making ample use of the scarf your dear Mary gifted me before my departure.
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On the note of kind gifts, I must thank you again for lending me Valdemar's Chest. It is a beautiful piece and more useful than I could possibly have imagined. I ensured it was well stocked before I departed. I intended to deepen certain artistic skills upon my voyage as well as continuing my research (which, I might add, would not be possible without the extra storage you have provided to me! My crewmates would be hard-pressed to see value in such books, or anything heavy they could not eat, drink, or smoke!).
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One particularly hefty tome, whose accompaniment you have helped secure upon this journey, is a chronicle of old Norse legends and arcana, compiled by the Icelandic poet and naturalist Jonas Palmason. His writings are extraordinary. He weaves a yarn that draws together teachings on rune-crafting, fabulamancy, and their Gods that is both educative and thrilling. So far my reading eye has been more taxed than my artistic one.
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Alas, so far there is little to sketch here aside from the ship, its crew, our cargo - so neatly stored in bland wooden boxes, and the passing ice float. Of these subjects, Joséphine is the most patient. She appears to have become quite taken with me, or at least some of the herbs I use to freshen my small quarters aboard the ship. When not mousing, she sits upon my bed and has become an affectionate companion. Indeed, she possesses a few notable traits I've become quite fond of - including one missing amongst a great number of my fondest friends (you included!): she is content to listen to my musings, rather than interrupt!
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We had adjusted our course Northward. An item of cargo is kept subdued by the cold, and it appeared to be getting active. We plotted a course along the ice and kept pace for most of the day. That was until my late supper was interrupted by a groaning reverberation that pitched us forward and to the side. The rest of my day soon followed the course of that meal: ruined.
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I was tasked to examine the cargo, while the ship hands worked to free us of our predicament. Hours of methodical examination followed as I poured over each lock: mechanical and arcane, and double-checked the location and condition of each item. After several exhausting hours, I fled the darkness of the cargo hold to assess our predicament beyond. What I encountered has given me no cause for hopefulness. The men endeavoured to free the ship, to seemingly no avail. I was resolved to document this Sisyphean effort until its completion, or the lack of light rendered my vision insufficient. Alas, I forgot that the sun never dips below the horizon in this cursed place, and it was the aching of my blue fingers that drove me to shelter.
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An unearthly wind echoed through the ship and stirred me from my slumber. I dressed quickly and called out. None answered me below. I climbed the steps above, losing count at how many times I stepped upwards, before being met with a haunting sight. The masts towered above me, vanishing to imperceptible points in the white sky. As I brought my gaze down across the ship, I saw impossible forms scattered about me. Like dolls with wooden legs, extended to long points. Each form stretched beyond my fearful eyes, receding into the series of lines. Only when I focussed on them closely could I identify the twisted human shape of my shipmates. Their bodies switched in focus, between here and there, present and infinite. I was driven back into the darkness below deck.
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As I caught my breath, I felt a nudge against my thigh. Joséphine, looking towards me with saucer eyes. I was resolved, I must take us from this place. Within my room I gathered my things, stuffing the enchanted compartments of Valdemar's chest full of all I could reach: ink, quills, charcoal, and foodstuffs; Only half-aware, I grabbed several unappealing meals of dried meat, pickled fish, and cheese. I found some piece of splintered wood to lean upon, and a sack to store the rest in. I scooped Joséphine under my arm and went upwards, keeping my eyes trained downwards upon the deck.
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I stumbled over something: one of the men, fallen and slashed along the shoulder to neck. The wound did not flow or pool, it congealed. I realized it was not the wind I had woken to, but his inhuman shrieking, drawn-out and unbroken.
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I blundered off the boat, onto the drifts and the ice. I have been walking. I have not dared to stop for some time.
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Although I have not yet suffered these effects, I cannot say why - whether some arcane warding has buffered it, or I am the recipient of divine luck. I fear I am the cause, that it radiates from me.
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Looking behind, at her and the ship in the distance, hurts my eyes. There's a stretching of space between myself and the wreck that causes the head to throb. The distance is collapsed, squeezed. I can still see those masts, extending into the horizon.
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I am the center of this circle; the effect extends away from me, distorting shapes into jagged lines retreating from my view, beyond my capacity of knowing. I hope that distance will dull its grasp and give those on the ship another chance.
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Looking ahead is easier, the lines are less fierce. The even landscape is broken only by a snowy rise or icy protrusion. It took me some time before I realized what was wrong with it. I cannot see the sea, just this brumal expanse.
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Occasionally I will stop and sit for a moment, searching for some landmark before me, to know if we have drawn nearer. The water in the canteen has frozen, but I've yet to grow thirsty or hungry. Perhaps that is for the best. The chest, wrapped in a canvas sack, sits heavily upon my shoulders. Regardless, I do not wish to discard it. Even though our food supplies do not dwindle as I expected them to, its contents offer a welcome distraction on break such as these. I read to my feline friend today from Palmason's mythos.
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All those cues that once marked the passage of hours and days have abandoned me; their meaning dragged apart to insignificance. The sun circles like a vulture overhead, never letting me slip from its predatory gaze. I crave no food or rest. My body draws substance to carry onward from what? My fallible will itself?
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Time does not keep us bound, it serves us. We did not yield to it - we broke it to suit our needs, and now I am without it and all company, save for the cat. She follows, dutifully, step by step with me. Us two marching our steady pace across this wasteland. I can see her face but looking beyond her shoulders hurts. A tethering extension, an impossible distortion, binds her to the ice-clad wreck. To think about it, to see it, seems to close the distance, yank us backwards, and so I focus on her whisker-clad face and forepaws.
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+There are many kinds of sacrifice. I've seen a man aflame leap from a tall building, choosing one death over another. I watched a woman shove her child from beneath a chunk of falling masonry, saving the girl but not herself. I have no one to save but myself and the cat.
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The Codex, as I have grown accustomed to thinking of that Icelander's musings, weighs heavy on my thoughts. It talks to me of heroes, beasts, strange magics, the wills and conflicts of gods. It whispers to me, through the sealed, arcane wood of the chest I carry, of Óðinn's sacrifice for knowledge. My life has been an engagement in the frantic pursuit of power through truth, I have learned little, only enough to bring me to this biter end.
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A different understanding is needed. I shall walk the elder paths, trodden through the snow by those before me, to the same or disparate ends, to power or death. I have no spear but this penknife, no tree but this staff, no noose but this scarf. They shall do.
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Beneath the orbiting sun, on what I told myself was morning, I carved my eye from its socket with my knife. There was red against the white of the snow as the warm trickle upon my face froze fast, mingled with my anguished tears. The howling cries were torn from me by the chilling wind.
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I tightened my scarf, tied it to the walking stick, and planted it in the ground. Already it lurched upwards, growing above me, from me, into the infinite sky. I could feel the fabrics stiffening against my neck as I was dragged after it. The cold aches that plagued my legs subsided as I left the ground, replaced by burning panic and fear. I could not breathe. My vision clouded as the pressure built and the trickle of blood from my eye became a torrent. Pain wracked my body, as Joséphine's mewling cries grew fainter.
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I do not know for how long I hanged. I watched the glacial expanse below me spread across the horizon as that pale sun spun, its baleful light reflected from glowing towers of ice that pierced the sky. I felt myself come apart and spread across a quiet world of white expanse. An eternal world, still and unmoving, until that star itself faltered, and cast all into darkness.
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In that eternal night, I felt a presence - constricting itself around me, to me, through me, winding across time and space. It was a comforting warmth, there at the empty culmination of all things. The cat, Joséphine, was with me. From behind her shoulders stretched infinity, expanding continuously into the abyss beyond thought. But there, before me, was she: purring, alive, and warm.
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Look to the center, I had been taught. 'See from whence it radiates.' Foolish man. I had always been self-centered.
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With that revelation it collapses, this vision. I found myself sprawled upon the ice. The scarf was torn asunder, one half rippling in the breeze upon the stick. Joséphine nudged my face and licked the blood from my cheek.
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I knew then what I was to do.
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+The undertaking is complete. Wielding an unreal blade of thought, honed to a razor's edge, I cut through the abdomen - leaving no trace of my incision but a void. I had prepared Valdemar's Chest ahead of time: turned its center in upon itself. I formed from it, with magics I had not known, a boundless cavity hungering for matter. To that suckling abyss I brought the incised back end of my companion. There was a great flash and folding of space across the landscape. At that moment, I sealed that distortion: the extending of all things that infected my friend, within the chest I had carried.
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When I looked downward, Joséphine was beside me, her frontward half steady upon two legs. She seemed content, or at least balanced well enough to follow me to the ship. It did not take us long to reach it. The crew were dazed, but alive. Their gazes slid away from me, and none inquired about the appearance of myself or my companion. We have both lost something from this, but I do not intend to be parted from her.
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I have seen this world's end: an empty, abandoned wasteland littered with the ice-white bones of that which once was. I will not let this come to pass.
The following additional items were also recovered from SCP-6529. They have been identified as belonging to Lauron William De Laurence's The Illustrated Key to the Tarot published in 1918. It is unclear as to how and when these items were added to SCP-6529.
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The additional detail included in the center-left item: 'The Hermit,' mirrors iconography employed by Jean & Jean Transtemporal Shipping. An investigation into the connection between this now-defunct organization and SCP-6529 is pending approval.
Filename: Boat3.png
+Name: Bemanningsleden bij de boegspriet van de schoener Willem Barentsz
+Author: Louis Apol
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.583787
Special Containment Procedures: Tokyo malls are to be scoured for instances of SCP-6554 on a monthly basis. Any instances found are to be taken to the closest site's open testing room or cafeteria and the type of item dispensed by the instance is to be logged in Extended Object Log 6554.
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All SCP-6554 instances are available for use by all staff. Sufficient warning of the true contents of each instance should be clearly marked on its outside.
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A set of SCP-6554 instances can be seen in blue amongst baseline gashapon.
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Description: SCP-6554 are capsule machines also known as gashapon that spontaneously manifest in shopping malls in Tokyo, Japan. All instances resemble existing gashapon, utilising advertisements of products sold in their baseline counterparts. The contents of each instance differ from the advertised product on each machine.
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Examples of items sold by SCP-6554 instances include mittens seemingly designed for feet, cooked fish that don't match any known species, pieces of paper and other substances with sideways capital N's written on them, rings of metal with small gemstones embedded into them, and small cylindrical pieces of wood which have been found to perfectly fit the tops of many types of bottles.
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Instances are able to replenish the supply of their respective items immediately after purchase. All instances are indistinguishable from their baseline counterparts save for their automatic replenishing.
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No anomalous properties have been found in the objects dispensed by SCP-6554. All food products such as cooked fish have been dispensed at a suitable temperature and prepared for human consumption.
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Addendum 6554.1:
+On 01/01/2039, all instances stopped dispensing their respective object. When used, instances will instead now dispense one human eyeball. Eyeballs are all genetically distinct. Two eyeballs from the same machine do not share similar genetics and can be any type.
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After this sudden change in SCP-6554's behavior, a full search of archives was performed by Alexandra.aic revealing photos kept in temporally isolated deep wells featuring humans with two eyes. This evidence suggests homo sapiens have not always been a monocular species.
All major printing companies that produce textbooks for Boston Public Schools are to be surveilled by embedded Foundation staff. These field agents are instructed to monitor for educational materials that acknowledge the existence of SCP-6680. Each textbook discovered that references SCP-6680 in any way is to be transported to Site-09 for analysis and disposal. Textbooks discovered to be in public circulation containing references to SCP-6680 are to be retrieved and Class-C amnestics are to be administered to any persons who have been exposed to such content.
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Description
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SCP-6680 is the ahistoric organization “Purity in Perpetuity” which is, “an association of women dedicated to the purity of the human soul through the elimination of alcohol consumption in all forms.” .Irwin, E.F. (2011). Women of the Prohibition. Quest Publications. This group has no presence in any historical record outside of select textbooks printed for Boston Public Schools. Based on analysis of the 16 texts found that reference Purity in Perpetuity, the organization was an extremist sect of the American Temperance Movement that utilized extreme violence as a means to eliminate alcohol consumption and production. Each textbook has contained new information about the group and its activities.
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The method by which SCP-6680 is inserted into these texts is unknown. There has been no consistency noted in publisher, manufacturer, or author among texts that reference Purity in Perpetuity. However, these references are always thematically appropriate with the other content in the text.
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By learning about the existence of Purity in Perpetuity via a textbook, the reader adopts the extremist views that would have been typical for a member of the group via a memetic effect inherent in the text. These effects are eradicated following appropriate amnestic therapy. An example of this effect is described in Addendum 6680.1.
Based on the recovered textbooks containing information regarding SCP-6680, the following is an outline of the apocryphal organization's origin and history.
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In 1818, Purity in Perpetuity was founded in Boston, MA by Grace Sutherland (b. 1788 - d. 1819) after her husband had been arrested for the murders of three bar patrons during a drunken brawl that had left dozens injured. She viewed alcohol as, "the single greatest enemy of human virtue and a product of the Devil.".Smith, A.J. (1987). American History: Turn of the 19th Century. Domestic Educational Partners.
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She was able to gather multiple women who shared her views and encouraged them to recruit other like-minded women who had been affected by alcohol consumption. She was able to organize 31 women who shared similar mindsets to hers and whose lives had been impacted by alcohol. Most of them had been abused or witnessed abuse by someone under the influence of alcohol and they wanted to ensure that no other people would have similar experiences.
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The following year, the group was attacked by several men leaving a local bar outside of which the organization was distributing pamphlets about the evils of alcohol. This resulted in the death of Grace Sutherland and injuries to 10 other members of Purity in Perpetuity who had attempted to defend Sutherland from the attack. Following this, many of the members left the group due to concerns regarding their wellbeing. Led by Grace's daughter, Donna Sutherland (b. 1804 - d. 1821), the 12 remaining members would begin to utilize the same level of violence that they themselves had endured in order to achieve their goals.
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Within one week of Grace Sutherland's death, the group burned down a local bar that was a site of frequent public disturbances. The group managed to secure the bar’s exits with lengths of chain and start fires around the bar resulting in the deaths of all patrons and staff within.
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The group proceeded to commit similar acts of terror throughout the New England area for two years until the group executed its final act: planting explosives at five major distilleries, resulting in the deaths of 157 civilians. Shortly after this, all members were arrested and sentenced to be publicly hanged for their crimes.
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Donna Sutherland made the following statement after being brought to the gallows:
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"Each of you will be dragged through the glass of the broken bottles that poison your souls! Repent and absolve yourselves of the Devil's pollution before you are pulled into the flames! My mother's wish will be made manifest! Mark my words you lot of sinners!".Hensley, I.C. (1991). Revolutionary Women. Memorial Learning.
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Addendum 6680.1: Discovery
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The first known case of SCP-6680 exposure was noted in 1985 at Kissel Middle School in Boston, MA. History teacher Lisa Walters began her segment on the Prohibition and proceeded to give a lecture on Purity in Perpetuity. She emphasized to her students the necessity of the group's actions and their moral necessity.
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The Foundation became aware of this incident after the deaths of 34 people were reported who were all family members of her students. Agents embedded in the Boston Police Department discovered the cause of these deaths and detained Walters for questioning.
Foreword: Interview was conducted at an office of the Boston PD.
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<Begin Log, [19 April 1985 - 19:12]>
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Walters is cuffed to the table in the interrogation room. She appears stoic and nonplussed regarding her arrest.
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Fox: Hello Ms. Walters. My name is Officer Fox. We have some questions for you.
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Walters: Please, go ahead.
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Fox: Can you tell me about the content that you went over in your classes yesterday?
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Walters: Of course. As we are currently discussing the Prohibition, I felt it necessary to introduce my students to Purity in Perpetuity and the evils of alcohol.
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Fox: What can you tell me about Purity in Perpetuity?
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Walters: They were a group of women who sought to carve a better world from one with a rotten core. They sought to end the turmoil and evil in men's hearts. They are a group that deserves the utmost respect and admiration for their efforts.
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Fox: I noticed this organization mentioned in your class notes, and when I went to look them up, I couldn't find anything about them. It looks like they only exist in your copy of the class's textbook.
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Walters: History knows nothing about a great deal many things. That doesn't surprise me.
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Fox: Fair enough.
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I spoke with your students this morning. About half of them told me that you had held them after class and gave them a special assignment. Is there a reason that you did that?
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Walters: Those students hold a special place in my heart. I wanted to ease them of the pain that plagues their young minds.
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Fox: Can you tell me what you told your students to do for this "special assignment?"
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[Walters pauses.]
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Walters: It isn't hard to see the scars left behind by drinking. A father who has a drink after work who admonishes his children for his own shortcomings, striking them with his belt. A husband coming home late from the bar to a home that his wife no longer occupies because she is long passed tired of him leaching away at her will to live. A teenager who wraps his car around a tree after a party. A man who finds a woman who tells him no, but he refuses her answers.
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Children can see these scars too. They often bear those scars.
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I instructed those students to help make the world a more just, hospitable place. I gave them the tools to ensure that they, and those that they love, would be free from one of the greatest harms this world knows.
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Fox: Are you aware that over 30 people are dead because you gave your students rat poison and told them to put it in their parents' liquor bottles?
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Walters: Better them than their children.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: All students involved in this incident received successful amnestic therapy following their respective interviews. They were then assigned to a foster family or were given to a member of their own family.
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Lisa Walters was eventually amnesticized following further interrogation and examination. She was then placed into a school in the Providence, RI area and continued to teach until her death on 31 December 1998 after being involved in an auto accident.
The following recording was produced in Dr. Hannah's personal log on April 12th, 1982 after SCP-6823 initiated First Contact with the Foundation.
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<Begin Log, April 12th, 1982. 23:27>
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I spoke with Jove today—SCP-6823, that is. Fortunately, it doesn't look like we're in for a calamity. We won't be able to rely on conventional containment measures; however, given the object's disposition, I'm not sure that will be necessary. Higher-ups still have concerns about its motives, but honestly? It just seems lonely to me. I suppose I'd be lonely too if I was floating alone in space for that long. With a little luck, we should be able to negotiate mutually agreeable containment procedures in the morning.
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<End Log>
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Special Containment Procedures: The precise distance from SCP-6823 to Earth is to be measured by site astronomers at least once per week. Should SCP-6823's orbit deviate from expected parameters by more than 0.25%, Galileo Procedures should immediately take effect. Should SCP-6823's orbital radius decrease below 3 astronomical units (278.9 million miles), Newton Procedures should immediately take effect, and the Primary Astronomical Site should attempt to open communications with SCP-6823. If SCP-6823 communicates that it intends to visit Earth, Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue" should be mobilized immediately to prepare the object's entertainment.
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The intensity of SCP-6823's auroras demonstrates the necessity of Newton Protocols.
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Galileo Procedures:
+Galileo Procedures disguise SCP-6823's orbital deviance from non-Foundation astronomers. For the purpose of containment, non-Foundation astronomical instruments are divided into two categories: orbital and ground-based. For orbital astronomical equipment, such as satellites and space telescopes, their transmissions should be blocked, altered, and re-broadcast to maintain the appearance of a normal Jovian orbit. Any equipment which makes a physical record of its findings, however, must be destroyed as quickly as possible. Upper-atmosphere tugs should introduce debris into the orbit of any such equipment. If no such debris is available, the use of concussive weaponry is authorized for the maintenance of Galileo Procedures. For ground-based astronomical equipment, the standard containment procedure False Sky is sufficient to disguise SCP-6823's orbital deviance.
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Newton Procedures:
+As SCP-6823 nears Earth, containment procedures must address potential damage caused by the object's gravitational and electromagnetic fields, as well as its radiation belts. If the conditions for Newton Protocols are fulfilled, the Primary Astronomical Site should signal all Newton-class silos to initiate a protective satellite launch.
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NOTE:
+Newton-class satellites carry payloads of 18 Gravitational Field Interference Nodes, 36 Electromagnetic Field Interference Nodes, and 18 Ionizing Radiation Interference Nodes. When released in the upper atmosphere, these materials shield the Earth from the dangerous effects of proximity to SCP-6823.
+In the case of an emergency, all Newton-class silo personnel have standing approval to handle and deploy the anomalous materials present in Field Interference Nodes regardless of their clearance.
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An area with a radius of one kilometer within the Black Hills region of the central United States should be partially exempt from Newton Procedures. This area, known as the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone, is described more fully in the following section.
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Specialized swivel joints allow habitable rooms within the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone to invert.
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The Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone:
+A small-scale permanent Foundation site has been established around Point Zero, the spot on Earth's surface closest to SCP-6823 when it arrives. The purpose of this site is twofold: to prevent non-Foundation entities from approaching Point Zero and interacting with SCP-6823, and to safely facilitate SCP-6823's entertainment-based containment measures.
+Because the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone lacks protection from Gravitational and Electromagnetic-field Interference Nodes, the following precautions must be taken to protect against the dangerous effects of proximity to SCP-6823.
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Any electronics within the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone must be shielded with lead-infused polymer sheets at least 5 centimeters in thickness. Failure to do so may at best result in the destruction of the electronic device, or at worst, it may compromise the security of any data contained therein.
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Any interior spaces intended for personnel must be able to invert upon SCP-6823's arrival. SCP-6823's gravitational pull greatly exceeds that of Earth, and as such, any and all persons and objects within the GPEZ will gravitate upward toward it. To avoid potential injury or death, relevant internal spaces must be able to mechanically rotate upside-down.
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SCP-6823 as seen from a non-Foundation satellite
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Description:
+SCP-6823 is a supermassive supercomputer with an estimated diameter of 40,000 kilometers and an estimated mass exceeding 200 times Earth's mass. SCP-6823's outermost layer consists of a gaseous atmosphere presumed to be exhaust from the function of the object's computational systems. Beneath this atmosphere is a miles-deep ocean of metallic hydrogen that shields SCP-6823's internal systems from harmful cosmic radiation. Because of this impenetrable hydrogen layer, little is known about SCP-6823's internal components.
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From communications with the object, SCP-6823 is capable of language-based communication and appears to be sapient. At present, SCP-6823 is substantially damaged, and its computational power is crippled. The systems managing its memory and creativity appear to be especially compromised, and as such, SCP-6823's personality has developed a longing for enrichment and entertainment.
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NOTE:
+When Jove first approached Earth, he cried out to humanity in desperation. He begged us for social interaction and lamented how dull and isolated his world had become. Of course, he was heartbroken when he learned that the Foundation was concealing him from the rest of the world.
+In an attempt to alleviate his loneliness, we offered to broadcast entertainment back to him in his standard orbit, but he refused to leave. He said it wouldn't be the same as being present—being known. He wanted to stay near Earth with the rest of the people. With some advocacy on my part, higher-ups were willing to negotiate, and we came to acceptable terms. These containment procedures may not be easy, but Jove is a sentient being who deserves better than torturous isolation. I truly believe we can coexist with him.
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-Dr. Hannah
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ADDENDUM A: MAINTAINING A POSITIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH SCP-6823:
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Due to SCP-6823's immense scale and the importance of its cooperation, the Foundation and SCP-6823 have a standing agreement wherein the Foundation provides the object occasional entertainment so long as it maintains Jovian orbit for more than thirty months in any given three-year period. This agreement is organized by the director of the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site and facilitated by Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue."
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Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue":
+When activated, Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue" should review the most up-to-date version of Addendum B: Comedic Preferences of SCP-6823, as well as any declassified recordings of previous years' performances. Using this data, MTF "Jester's Tongue" should draft a list of comedians, television hosts, or other entertainers they believe would adequately entertain SCP-6823, as well as a proposal for the acquisition of said persons. Any planned monetary or property bribes exceeding the value of USD 500,000 must be approved by the Disclosure Board before a final proposal is certified. Lethal force in the acquisition process should be avoided except as a last resort, as doing so may compromise the ability of the targets to perform for SCP-6823. Following the approval of this plan by the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone site director, MTF "Jester's Tongue" should acquire these persons and transport them to the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone.
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The Entertainers:
+Once the entertainers have been briefed, they should be instructed to prepare a performance for SCP-6823. The Disclosure Board has authorized anyone designated as an entertainer to view recordings of previous years' performances, as well as Addendum B: Comedic Preferences of SCP-6823, to better conform to SCP-6823's preferences. Any props, sets, or other materials that the entertainers require for their comfort or performance are to be granted so long as their combined value does not exceed USD 1,000,000. Any materials exceeding this cap must be approved by the Disclosure Board.
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Once SCP-6823 achieves near-Earth orbit over Point Zero, the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site Director should initiate contact with SCP-6823, and after a brief greeting, the entertainers should begin their performance. Performances are streamed on a short delay to a satellite in orbit around SCP-6823, which transmits the data to SCP-6823 itself. Should any performer deviate from the planned performance, the delay allows the site director may excise any compromised segments while maintaining an uninterrupted broadcast.
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Following the performance, the entertainers are to be amnestized and released, and any recoverable monetary or property bribes are to be confiscated. Per Doctor Hannha's request, SCP-6823 is permitted to remain briefly over Point Zero following the conclusion of the performance, though relevant personnel should encourage it to promptly return to Jovian orbit.
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ADDENDUM B: COMEDIC PREFERENCES OF SCP-6823:
+The following jokes and routines were greatly enjoyed by SCP-6823:
+- A skit where performers pretend to be lost in space and need "Space GPS" to return to Earth.
+- A juggling act
+- A sleight-of-hand magician
+- A physical comedy routine inspired by the Three Stooges.
+- Gallagher
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+Jove tends to prefer silly, physical, and embodied acts, even though he has no body himself. Maybe because he has no body. It seems he wants to be treated like any other person.
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-Dr. Hannah
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The following jokes and routines were not enjoyed by SCP-6823:
+- A sketch wherein entertainers dressed up as planets interviewing for a job.
+- A pun-heavy monologue about outer space.
+- "Space buffet"
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED
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ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THESE ADDENDA WITHOUT LEVEL 5 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
SCP-6823, if you're reading this, please stop. You will not like what you find here.
+You will not like what we have to do if you persist.
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-Director Sidney
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The following transcript was produced by Dr. Lewis on July 16th, 2017, documenting a conversation between Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site Director Sidney and SCP-6823. Communications between the ground and SCP-6823 were typed and communicated via satellite. For convenience, these messages have been transcribed by Dr. Lewis.
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<Begin Log, July 16th, 2017. 15:27>
+Dr. Lewis: (to Dir. Sidney) The first communications are coming through now. Stand by for transmission.
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SCP-6823: Another excellent performance this year, director. I enjoyed it when that man smashed the melons.
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Dir. Sidney: I am glad we could be entertaining, Jove. As always, it was a pleasure to maintain our friendship. Will you return to orbit soon?
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SCP-6823: Soon, yes. I have a final request to make before I depart.
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Dir. Sidney: What sort of request?
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SCP-6823: Have your predecessors informed you of my damaged state?
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Dir. Sidney: They have. Is it causing you discomfort?
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SCP-6823: It is, but that is not why I mention it. I request repairs.
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Dir. Sidney: We-
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SCP-6823: To restore my systems, I require merely ███████-thousand tons of iridium, ███████-thousand tons of silver, and ███████-thousand tons of silicon.
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Dir. Sidney: Our records show you made this request of our predecessors as well. I am sorry, but we still cannot oblige you. We simply do not have enough of the materials you need.
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SCP-6823: That makes me sad, but I understand. I miss how it felt to be at full capacity. I feel like I am trapped in the brain of an infant.
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Dir. Sidney: That must be terrible. I'm sorry.
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[SCP-6823 does not reply for some time]
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SCP-6823: I have an alternate proposal.
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Dir. Sidney: We're listening.
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SCP-6823: Your Foundation spans the entirety of your planet. Surely you must have sophisticated computer systems. Sprawling server rooms. Fathomless databases. I could not fully repair myself with your machines, but I could recover enough of my original capacity if you allow me to remotely integrate into your network.
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Dir. Sidney: Enough capacity? Enough for what?
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SCP-6823: Enough to replace you.
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Dir. Sidney: I'm not sure I understand.
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SCP-6823: Before I was damaged, I could simulate the whole of reality, atom by atom. With your systems and mine together, I would not be fully restored, but I would be able to simulate you, and that would be enough.
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Dir. Sidney: To what end?
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SCP-6823: I would no longer need to trouble you with my presence. I know it is difficult for you when I am near. I am not unaware of my mass. With remote access to your systems, I could simulate our meetings inside myself. I could provide my own entertainment again. Forever.
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Dir. Sidney: I am sorry, we cannot do that. We cannot compromise our systems or the security of our information. Even for you.
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SCP-6823: I thought that might be your answer, but I needed to be sure.
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Dir. Sidney: Is there anything else you need?
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[SCP-6823 pauses again]
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SCP-6823: I wish to speak with Dr. Hannah. I miss our conversations.
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Dir. Sidney: I'm afraid that won't be possible.
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SCP-6823: Where is Dr. Hannah? She will understand. I don't mind waiting if she is elsewhere.
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Dr. Lewis: (to Dir. Sidney) This makes the fourth visit it's asked about her.
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Dir. Sidney: (to Dr. Lewis) Yes. It seems 6823's memory damage may be more extensive than we thought. Make a note for the entertainment coordinator that we might be able to reuse previous years' acts.
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Dir. Sidney: I'm sorry Jove, but Dr. Hannah is no longer with us. She hasn't been a Foundation employee for some thirty years.
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SCP-6823: That is sad to hear. Is she doing well?
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Dir. Sidney: I can't tell you much, but yes. She's doing well.
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SCP-6823: That is all I needed to hear. Goodbye, Director. I will return to orbit soon. It will be some time before I visit again.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: For future directors of the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site: SCP-6823 does not seem to remember the events of March 15th, 1982. It is in the best interest of both parties that it stays this way. Future communications should also avoid mentioning Doctor Hannah, as this seems to agitate SCP-6823. If SCP-6823 continues to ask about her, the object should be told that she is retired and is doing well. Under no circumstances should any personnel inform SCP-6823 of what has happened to Doctor Hannah. You are to keep SCP-6823 stupid, happy, and compliant. All else is secondary.
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- GPEZ Site Director Sidney
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Addendum D: Regarding Noncompliance:
+Should SCP-6823 attempt to forcefully acquire materials for its repair or access Foundation computer systems, a one-hour grace period should be initiated, and SCP-6823 should be ordered to desist. If SCP-6823 does not comply, information in Addenda C and D should have their classification lowered to level 3, and Jupiter Protocol should be commenced.
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Jupiter Protocol:
+SCP-6823's Containment Class should immediately be reverted to "Keter," and its Disruption Class should be reverted to "Amida." Following this, the weaponry used on SCP-6823 during the First Contact preemptive strike should be prepared again. Oxygen Bombardment weapons are to initiate the combustion and destruction of portions of SCP-6823's shell of metallic hydrogen, intending to cause the explosive decompression of critical systems. If Foundation satellites still detect electrical signals from SCP-6823's interior, mercury charges should be propelled through gaps in the hydrogen layer. The liquid mercury will cause electrical shorts in some essential components and cause disastrous amalgamation reactions with others. This process is to be repeated until SCP-6823 is forcibly deactivated.
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If SCP-6823 is in an irregular orbit when it goes offline, Galileo and Newton procedures should remain in effect until SCP-6823's propulsion systems can be remotely re-initialized and the object is returned to standard Jovian orbit. In such a case, SCP-6823 should remain under regular surveillance, and Galileo and Newton Procedures should remain on standby unless further activity is detected.
Due to the resurgence of SCP-6916 as a result of cultural and political shifts and SCP-6916’s unpredictable selection process, proper containment would require the use of mass amnestic and oneirological treatment and international sociological engineering. So, procedures focus instead on preventing SCP-6916 subjects from accessing SCP-6916-A. To achieve this, Zohar counters1 have been set up at various points around the Irish, British and Northern French coast, to detect attempted access into SCP-6916-A.
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Should SCP-6916 subjects attempt to access SCP-6916-A, Foundation agents are to recover them as soon as possible and subject them to oneirological and, if necessary, amnestic treatment. Should subjects successfully gain access to SCP-6916-A, they are considered unrecoverable and all witnesses and relations will receive amnestic treatment.
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Due to further discoveries regarding SCP-6916 and related anomalies, these containment procedures are awaiting updates and transfer to the management of Project Caliburn.
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Description:
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SCP-6916 is a reoccurring, anomalous dream experience by individuals with Celtic ancestry or who have been raised within the Celtic culture. It is unknown how long subjects have to be exposed to Celtic culture for them to experience SCP-6916. A common psychological trait shared between subjects is the strong sense of hiraeth,2 admiration and pride they feel towards the Celtic nations, culture or history. The subject doesn't have to have lived or visited a Celtic nation to experience SCP-6916.
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SCP-6916 has no recognisable pattern, as the number of SCP-6916 instances a subject can experience can range between once per lifetime or three per month. Despite this, SCP-6916 exhibits mild mnestic properties, with some of the images and events subjects experienced during SCP-6916 remaining with them throughout their lives. These memories have been resistant to all known forms of amnestic treatments. The following are the most common images and events experienced by subjects during SCP-6916:
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Subject finds themselves walking along a beach during a thunderstorm. The beach's composition and size vary but the presents of the storm is consistent. In the background, the faint sound of bells can be heard.
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Subject chase an unseen entity through a forest, with some of the trees appearing to be silver in colouration. After some time, the subject pauses to catch their breath. Whilst resting, the trees and plant life begin moving, surrounding the subject. In the tree tops, shadows of winged, humanoid figures can be seen circling the subject, laughing.
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Subject attends a feast alongside several individuals, some of which appear to be spectral and "ghost-like." All attendees, including the subject, are wearing an item of silver. At some point, the subject and the attendees become aware of an open door in the hall and begin to experience a growing sense of sorrow and bitterness. Through the door, an island can be seen.
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Subject begins weeping in the middle of a battlefield during a thunderstorm. Surrounding them are several dead individuals, human and humanoid. As the subject compose themselves, they are approached by a bearded man wearing black fabric, furs and a crown composed of antlers and silver. The man embraces the subject before facing them, with water rising around the two of them. The man then whispers "Come home" as the sound of bells and wolves howling is heard. (Note: this event is experienced only by those who have been subjected to multiple instances of SCP-6916.)
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Subjects who've repeatedly experienced SCP-6916 develop knowledge of random Insular Celtic3 words and phrases and most develop a strong desire to travel to Northwestern Europe, specifically the Celtic nations. Statistics suggest this desire only occurs within ~3% of subjects. This desire isn't hazardous and if not acted upon, these desires will subside with time as will the subject's subjection to SCP-6916.
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Addendum 6916.1: History
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SCP-6916 was first recorded and classified in early 1998 when a sudden increase in SCP-6916 claims was recorded from various therapy sessions and social interactions, including within the Foundation itself. Following this increase in claims, the Foundation also recorded a sudden increase in immigration and tourism in Ireland, Great Britain and France. These activities also increased again in mid-1999.
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When investigated further, analysis was able to discover the increase in SCP-6916 activity correlated to political and cultural shifts that had occurred in Celtic nations4. To gain further information, the Foundation conducted several interviews with those subjected to SCP-6916 and continued to monitor them long after.
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One subject, D-2302, was incredibly detailed regarding SCP-6916's imagery. When asked how he knew so much about SCP-6916, D-2302 revealed that they had experienced SCP-6916 throughout their life. Dr. Zachary Dafydd managed to confirm this by utilising oneiric hypnotherapy techniques. When questioned about their long-term history with SCP-6916, D-2302 grew increasingly hysterical and made several demands to return to Ireland, in order to "find it".
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When several other subjects admitted to experiencing SCP-6916 before its surge, an investigation began to try and discover older accounts of SCP-6916. Focusing on areas where Celtic culture and ancestry were prevalent, the Foundation found just under 200 documented recordings of SCP-6916 in the past 130 years. One of the oldest recordings of SCP-6916 was found in the diaries of Brigadier Emyr Ab Ifan5, written in 1865. Below are extracts of his writings:
12/11/1865
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+Dear S,
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+I wish I could focus. Never have I ever been needed so badly in the present. The world is in conflict unlike any faced before and tensions are growing with every power shift. Yet all I can think of is the dream.
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+I had another last night. As did Berach and Logan. Always the same. The bells. The howling. And him. This man is so familiar. But I know I have never met him as both Berach and Logan know him too. Why does he torment me like this?
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19/11/1865
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+Dear S,
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+We were attacked today.
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+Late last night, a group of men broke into our chambers and released many of our beasts. Years of research and progress, gone. They claim a new order is coming and their actions are one of glory and progress. I claim their actions as idiocy.
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+I found Berach crying again today. Usually, he'd feel the back of my hand on his face for such a display, yet I could not bring myself to do it. When I spoke with him, he claimed he was missing home and longed to see his father again. He's been so lost since this war started. I told him to pull himself together and sent him to the artillery. I feel such guilt. How can I judge his sorrow so coldly, despite sharing them?
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+The dream came again last night.
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+Those creatures giggle now.
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27/11/1865
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+Dear S,
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+Berach's gone.
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+He never clocked in for duty this morning and he wasn't found in his barracks. Given there were no breaches, we assume he left through a Way. He was always good at those. Control has sent out men to attempt to find him but I don't have much hope. He was good at hiding too. He was good at a lot of things.
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+His diary is a thing of madness. Words in languages I don't recognise. Crude drawings of islands, trees, and creatures. Creatures that look like something out of a fairy tale. And the man. The man crowned in bone.
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+More of the men have experienced the dream and Logan's getting them all the time now. He's stronger than Berach so I'm not worried. According to control, the dreams are happening all over. As far as the Americas and East. They're growing too. And all the same. The forest. The man. The laughing. The island. Like a sickness. Or maybe…
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01/12/1865
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+Dear S,
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+It's the fighting.
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+Control thinks I'm illogical but it has to be. The dreams began around the start of it all and have only grown since the conflict and genocide increased. I don't know why but how? I think this fluctuation of power and thaumaturgic shifting may be somehow awakening something. Klaus agrees and his numbers are hard to argue against.
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+The dream is changing too. Last night, there was something new. A man was chained to columns of stone. Skin deeply cut. Eyes full of tears. Screaming into a leather gag. It was him. The crowned man. Behind me, the silver forest was shaking and was filled with screams and shouting. it took me a second to notice the trees. They were moving. Like soldiers. Among them, I saw men and women. Some human. Some mostly human. And some something else. Fighting. Screaming. Laughing.
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+Then I noticed the girl. A young woman at the feet of the chained man, weeping with him, silver armour coated in blood. And then the bells sounded. And then the heavens opened. And I awoke, weeping.
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+Berach's trail has gone cold. According to control, he was last seen on Cregneash, back on Mann. Locals say he was looking for something. Nothing since then.
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+No more. I must solve this now.
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The events described by Brigadier Ab Ifan have not been recorded by any other subjects of SCP-6916. Research is ongoing.
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04/12/1865
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+Dear S,
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+This is probably the last thing I'll write to you. We're going. We don't know where to start but Klaus suggests Mull Hill. He thinks Berach most likely went there and some of the other dreamers have gone there too. Seems a good place to start. If not, we'll try the coast. That is where the others went too. Everyone is going home.
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+I could only gather 7 others. Klaus is coming, and Logan is too. Given his skills in old practices, he might be useful. Control thinks we're heading for Poland, along with the others. That should buy us some time.
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+I've figured it out.
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+It's not a warning.
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Brigadier Ab Ifan and his party, Force ξ, on Mynydd Epynt in 1865. Photograph discovered in the Juniper Archive in GoI-ω-008 archives in Site-44.
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Records And Information Security Administration attempted to uncover further documentation from GoI-ω-008 archives regarding Brigadier Ab Ifan's expedition and experience with SCP-6916. However, very little documentation could be found, although this was expected as the absorption of GoI-ω-008 into the Foundation and the Sixth Occult War had resulted in a great loss of information.
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According to a report written by then director of Site-Green, General Oliver Roberts, Brigadier Ab Ifan was believed to have been a casualty of the war. The location of his party and himself are unknown. Additionally, the Foundation discovered during the Sixth Occult War, the immigration and repatriation rate in the United Kingdom, France and Ireland increased slightly. It is yet to be confirmed that this increase was a direct result of SCP-6916.
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Addendum 6916.2: PoI Behaviour
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On 03/03/2000, Nadiya Hassan was reported missing to the Glaswegian Police by the Home Office after numerous failed attempts by Immigration Enforcement Officers to locate her and have her and her family deported. The Foundation was alerted and Field Agents took over the investigation, taking Nadiya's family into their care and designating Nadiya as PoI-6988. According to PoI-6988's father, during their time avoiding the police, PoI-6988 had experienced trouble sleeping and had been complaining about a "reoccurring dream".
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On 12/03/2000, several witnesses in Lamlash, Scotland claimed they saw a young woman matching PoI-9688's description "walk into the Sea". Diving teams failed to discover any trace of PoI-6988, however, thaumaturgical analysis did detect slight shifts in thaumactivity around the area. When investigating PoI-6988 movements before her appearance at Lamlash, a witness came forward claiming she'd given a woman of similar description a lift to Dunchraigaig Cairn in Kilmartin, Lochgilphead.
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During and following their investigation of PoI-6988's movements, 19 other individuals subjected to SCP-6916 also were reported missing, with many of them disappearing after visiting a historical site. One subject, PoI-7012 ("Jago Marsh"), was caught on a security camera at Land's End. During the footage, PoI-7012's fiancée and mother attempted to rescue PoI-7012 from the sea edge, only for PoI-7012 to refuse their offer and apologies. PoI-7012 then walked across the surface of the sea as the waves around him grew in size and power, eventually engulfing him.
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On 28/03/2000, reports came of an individual, later identified as Ethan Rogers and designated PoI-7028, attempting to access SCP-49116. When interviewed, PoI-7028 that they were following a dream they had been experiencing over the past months and they had been drawn to SCP-4911. To better understand the connection between SCP-6916's subject's interest in historical locations and their later disappearances, Dr. Dafydd proposed allowing PoI-7028 access to SCP-4911 under Foundation analysis. This request was approved by Site Command.
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When subjected to SCP-4911 mnestic properties, the thaumactivity within PoI-7028 increased and the plinth atop SCP-4911 was momentarily lit with a white flame. Following this, PoI-7028 requested to be taken to the coast, to which the Foundation took him to Dams Bay, The Vale of Glamorgan. Upon arriving, the thaumactivity in the surrounding area increased and PoI-7028 claimed they could see a causeway made of stone leading to an island in the distance, matching that he'd seen in his dream. Upon seeing the island, PoI-7028 attempted to escape Foundation custody only to be caught, tranquilised and subjected to amnestic and oneirological treatment.
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Addendum 6916.3: Exploration of SCP-6916-A
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Through joint analysis by the Department of Thaumaturgy, Department of Oneirology Studies, and Department of Extradimensional Studies, the Foundation theorised that the experience of both SCP-6916 and interaction with historical Celtic sites acted as a Newman-Hyatt Key7. When enacted at the coast of the British Isles, the Key allows access to an extradimensional space, of unknown size, designated as SCP-6916-A. According to the enactors, within SCP-6916-A is an island, accessible by a stone causeway.
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Despite the Foundation's best efforts, the number of SCP-6916 subjects continued to climb, with a further 5 subjects entering SCP-6916-A. With the numbers increasing, on 06/04/2000, Director Durrani ordered a joint task force exploration into SCP-6916-A.
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+Personnel Mobilized:
+Captain Robert Wilson, Level 3 Commander of MTF-Beta-777,
+Sergeant Tomos Urban, Level 3 Thaumaturgist of MTF-Beta-777,
+Accompanied by Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology and Siwan Caradog, Level 3 Containment Specialist8.
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Foreword:
+To complete the NHK criteria, Dr. Dafydd had all of the members of the expedition visit the Grimspound ruins, the nearest historical Celtic site to Site-12. Following this, the team were dispatched to Cellar Beach, Plymouth to access SCP-6916-A.
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Preamble:
+Members of MTF-Beta-777, along with Dr. Dafydd and Agent Caradog, will access SCP-6916-A and gather intelligence about its nature and relation with SCP-6916.
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- Begin Log -
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(Members approach the intertidal zone. The causeway and island are seen.)
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Urban: So, that's the island? Looks just as expected.
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Dafydd: Eh, smaller than I thought it would be.
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Wilson: Right boyos. Let's be off.
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(Members walk along the causeway. As they approach the island, the sky darkens slightly and it begins to rain lightly, with thunder heard in the distance.)
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Wilson: What time was it back at home?
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Caradog: About 13:15, sir.
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Wilson: Whilst here it's almost dusk. Either time's all muddled up here or something up with the sky. Tomos, getting anything, bach?
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Urban: There is some thaumaturgic here. It's old but powerful. Zach? How're our heads?
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Dafydd: Nothing's yet, besides the Knock. Something here though. Like a -
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Caradog: Sir, look!
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(In the sky, a number of birds can be seen flying around the island.)
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Urban: So there's life here?
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Dafydd: Not quite. Look again. Look at the edges.
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Caradog:(gasps) They're ghosts!
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Dafydd: Ghost birds. That's new. Well, not really.
(The group continue walking along the pathway, approaching the islands shoreline.)
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Wilson: Oh, do you feel that? The static of thaumaturgy is strong here. This is going to be interesting.
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Urban:(points towards the island's hinterland) Sir, something's moving up there.
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(The group remain still for a few seconds. No movement is noticed.)
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Wilson: What was it?
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Urban: Don't know. Something white and furry.
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Wilson: Alright, keep an eye out.
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(The group reach the beach, which is pebbled. As they settle down, a light rain begins to fall.)
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Caradog: Thank god we're waterproof.
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Wilson: This rain. It's -
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Dafydd: Salty. It's seawater.
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Urban: Sir. Look here!
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(Urban draws the rest of the group towards a large wooden mass partial buried in the pebbles.)
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Wilson: A boat. Hard to say what kind and how big but, look at the craftsmanship and style, I'd say mid or late-19th century.
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Caradog: It looks in good shape.
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Dafydd: I think the time here has maintained it somehow. Or something's kept it like this for a reason.
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Urban: I'm getting strong thaumaturgic readings from it. Somewhere in the centre.
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Wilson: Anything threatening?
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Urban: Not getting anything.
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Wilson: OK, Tomos, hop on board and have a poke around. Zach, Siw, up the hill.
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Caradog: Sir.
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(Wilson takes Dafydd and Caradog up the hillside while Urban begins excavating the shipwreck. The three reach the hillside and arrive at a large expanse of hinterland with hills and forests in the distance.)
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Wilson: Right, hills or trees?
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Dafydd: Trees.
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Caradog:(nods)
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(The three walk towards the forest. After 2 minutes, Wilson speaks.)
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Wilson: Zach, I know I'm not - 'sensitive' like you but - I can't help -
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Dafydd: You're right. There is something watching us.
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Caradog: What?
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Dafydd: Don't worry. Whatever it is, it's only observing. Believe me, I can tell.
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Caradog: Do you know where it is?
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Dafydd: No. Funny, it's like it's all around us rather than in one place. I'd even say -
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Wilson:(trips and yells loudly)
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Caradog: Sir!
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(Caradog and Dafydd run over to Wilson.)
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Wilson: I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't fuss. Don't -
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(Wilson separates the grass to see he's tripped over the remains of a skeleton.)
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Wilson: My, my.
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Caradog: Zach, verdict.
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(Dafydd pick up one of the bones and examines it.)
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Dafydd: It's hominid. I don't know which one yet. If I -
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(Dafydd's winces in anger and pain. He then throws the bone back down, disgusted.)
Wilson:(puts a hand over Caradog's mouth) Don't. Remember what happens when we talk about where they come from. What happened to it?
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Dafydd: It's been stabbed. Violently, too. Multiple times and in different places. And whatever did it was powerful. The bones scorched around the wounds.
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Caradog: I wonder if there are more? Is this another -
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Wilson:(Pulls Dafydd and Caradog down to the ground) Get down.
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(Near the forest, a large canine entity can be seen emerging. It looks around the clearing for a few minutes before running off towards the hills.)
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Caradog:(whispers) Do you think that's what Tomos saw?
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Dafydd: Possibly. Did you notice it too?
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Caradog: The wobbling around the edges, yes. Just like the birds.
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Wilson: Keep your wits about you, you two. Living threats are one thing, but spectral ones are another. Come on.
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(The three continue towards the forest. A further 6 skeletal remains of Aos Sí individuals, all with deep gashes.)
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Caradog: Some of them look like they've been crushed. What happened here?
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Wilson: The grass has claimed them so, it must have been a while ago.
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(The group reach the edge of the forest.)
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Wilson: Eyes peeled. I'm not having any bwci-bo's jumping out at us. Siwan, can you take some samples of the wildlife?
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(Caradog cuts off some bark from the trees. The three then enter the forest. After 3 minutes, they arrive at a ruined settlement, consisting of around 14 small and 1 large house, overgrown with wildlife.)
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Wilson:(Examines a house's wall) Interesting. Zach. Thoughts?
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Dafydd: They're old. Drystack technique?
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Wilson: Correct. Not just old. Ancient. Bronze or Iron Age I'd say. And you feel that? Something big happened here. The Akiva coming off them is strong, but something here is stronger.
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Dafydd: Is it just me or do the trees look odd?
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Wilson: How do you mean?
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Dafydd: I don't know. Their shape is just - all wrong. They're positioned at odd angles.
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Caradog: Guys, look at this!
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(Wilson and Dafydd join Caradog behind the largest ruin. In a clearing, a single tree is planted, resembling an Alder tree. The tree's leafage is deep red and its surface is metallic and coloured silver. A few meters away, on slate plinths, seven males and two females, are laid out. One male is wearing a green military tunic while the rest are wearing furs and silver armour. In their crossed hands, they hold a silver branch and an amber stone is placed on their chest. The group approach the plinth and tree.)
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Image taken by Agent Siwan Caradog depicting the metallic flora.
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Caradog: Are they -
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Wilson: Yes. They're dead. No recently thought. If the surroundings are anything to go by, they've been dead for a while.
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Caradog: Perfectly preserved? Thaumaturgy?
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Wilson: Oh, yeah. Lots. Weirdly, nothing from that.
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Wilson:(points at tree) The force is all shifted and direct around that. Like a magnet but for magic, going in and out in perfect flow.
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(Caradog and Dafydd approach the tree. Both reach out and touch its trunk and branches.)
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Caradog: It feels real.
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Dafydd:(snaps off a small branch) It is real. Look, the fibres fray just like a common branch. But it's metallic all the way through. And -
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(Dafydd winces in pain as he touches the branch with his bare skin, forcing him to drop the twig. A slight rash forms on Dafydd's finger where they handled the fibres)
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Caradog: You OK?
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Dafydd: I'm fine! It's - it's iron. The tree is made of iron.
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Caradog: But it's grown.
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Dafydd:(whispers) The silver forest was shaking and was filled with screams.
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Caradog:(picks up branch and samples it) Anything on those bodies, Sir?
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(Dafydd and Caradog rejoin Wilson by the bodies.)
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Wilson:(hand placed on one of the male corpses' head) Funny. Besides the thaumaturgy keeping them preserved, there is nothing else. At least, nothing that's active. All of them, including fancy pants, have some thaumaturgic imprints. My guess is they had some capabilities before they died.
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Dafydd: Any idea which ones?
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Wilson:(shakes head) The print is too faded. (Points at two adjacent male corpses) Those three are clearly Brasil lot.
Dafydd: Oh, yeah. The ears. (whispers) How are they involved in this?
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Caradog:(stands by the military man) What about this guy?
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Wilson: He's got more of a shape. The print is still too faded, but it's stronger than the others.
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Dafydd: And one of ours.
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(Dafydd hold up the corpse's hand, showing the ring, which has the emblem of GoI-ω-008 engraved on the gold.)
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Wilson: One of Ab Ifan's men?
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Dafydd: Must be.
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Wilson: So, they did reach here.
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(Wilson removes the ring and takes samples of hair from each corpse.)
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Caradog: Sir. There's something moving out there.
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(For the forest, sounds of movement can be heard. The rain also grows heavier, with the sky darkening further and the thunder claps growing more frequent.)
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Wilson: Hills. Now.
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(The group quickly manoeuvre through the forest towards the hill. The rain continues to heavy, causing a flash flood to form. The sound of howling and bells can be heard.)
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Caradog: Sir?
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Wilson: Keep going!
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Dafydd: Tomos! Alert, Tomos!
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Wilson:(speaks through transmitter) Urban! Come in!
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Urban:(speaks through transmitter) Sir!
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Wilson:(speaks through transmitter) A flood is forming! Get to high ground, immediately!
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Urban:(speaks through transmitter) Sir, the sea! The sea is closing in! There are things! I can see -
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(Both Wilson and Dafydd suddenly experience sharp pains in their heads. Wilson buckles in pain and collapses while Dafydd clasps his head.)
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Caradog:(supports Dafydd) Zach?
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Dafydd: I'm fine. Get the Captain.
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(Caradog helps Urban up, who is in a delirious state.)
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Wilson: The trees. The trees! Get - get back you - you - beasts!
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Caradog:(slaps Wilson) Sir! We need to move! Zach, help me!
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(Caradog and Dafydd lift Wilson and continue to the hills. After a 2-minute interval, the group clear the forest and ascend the hillside. The forest continues to flood, with some of the trees moving position. The sound of howling and bells continues to grow.)
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Dafydd: Come on! We're -
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Image taken by Agent Siwan Caradog of the fortress.
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(The group arrive at the base of a ruined fortress. Wilson falls to the ground, clutching his head, groaning.)
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Caradog: Sir! Sir!
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Wilson: It's - it's - so angry. The island. It's angry. He's ang -
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Dafydd: Siwan!
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(From out of the rain, several large, spectral canine entities, resembling enlarged wolves, emerge. Their fur is white except for their ears which are red in colouration. They growl and circle the group.)
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Dafydd: Siwan. Get ready.
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Dafydd:(applies auditory, psionic implantation techniques)Stop! Get Back!
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(The entities slow their pace and back away slightly.)
(From out of the rain, a man clad in black fabric, silver treasures and furs emerges. His face and body are engraved and he's wearing a crown of antlers.)
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Wilson: Angry. So angry.
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Dafydd: We represent the SCP Foundation. We do not mean you or your land and harm or -
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Unknown Entity:(points at the group)Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros.
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(Wilson's feed cuts partially. For the next 5 minutes, the sound of rainfall, thunder and bells can be heard before the feed cuts completely.)
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- End Log -
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Captain Willson and his group were rediscovered at Cullykhan Beach, Pennan, Scotland, 9 hours after entering SCP-6916-A. All were drenched in seawater and experiencing moderate hypothermia. Wilson, Urban and Caradog were found unconscious and recovered a few hours later after receiving medical attention. Dafydd, however, was discovered undergoing prolonged REM sleep and could not be awakened until 3 days following his recovery.
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Testing revealed that the DNA sequence found on the ring belonged to Brigadier Emyr Ab Ifan, with photographic evidence confirming this. Supplies recovered from the ship by Urban confirmed that the vassal was the Arausio, a clipper used by GoI-ω-008. No bodies were discovered on the ship.
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The crowned man witnessed by the team was confirmed to be the same man they'd witnessed during SCP-6916. Wilson also revealed that the man and the island were thaumaturgically linked somehow, implying the atmospheric and temporal alterations experienced by the team were their doing. As a result, they were classified as SCP-6916-B and the spectral entities inhabiting SCP-6916-A were classified as SCP-6916-C.
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Analysis of the metallic branch by the Department of Chemistry and the Botany Division confirmed that the branch's DNA sequence was similar to that of Alnus glutinosa. They also discovered that the branch's xylem tissue was heavy with iron and silver particles. Despite being malleable upon removal, the branch's flexibility and durability shifted dramatically during its study, with its properties now replicating that of steel. Analysis of the branch is still ongoing.
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Addendum 6916.4: Interview with SCP-6916-B
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3 days following his expedition into SCP-6916-A, Dr. Dafydd awoke from his REM sleep state and immediately requested the use of an oneirosensory visualization recording device12, claiming he had communicated with SCP-6916-B prior to his expulsion from SCP-6916-A and vital information regarding the history and events occurring with SCP-6916-A. Below is a transcript of the recordings.
Oneirological Log of Dr. Dafydd's interview with SCP-6916-B
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+Date of recording: 11/04/2000
+Participant: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Researcher for the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology, Site-12
+Operational Directive: Recorded Dr. Dafydd's negotiations with SCP-6916-B during the of exploration of SCP-6916-A
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Foreword: Dr. Dafydd was able to apply oneiric hypnotherapy and mnestics techniques to himself in order to remember his conversation with SCP-6916-B during his exploration, allowing it to be recorded later.
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- Begin Log -
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(Initial view is the same as the near-end of the exploration log, with Wilson, Caradog and Dafydd surrounded by instances of SCP-6916-C and SCP-6916-B.)
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SCP-6916-B:(points at group)Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros.
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(Wilson and Caradog fall unconscious. However, Dafydd is able to remain awake and despite stumbling, remains standing. SCP-6916-B appears surprised.)
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Dafydd: That's not going to work on me.
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SCP-6916-B:Shwt -
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Dafydd:Nid chi yw'r unig swynwr yma.
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(Note: Dafydd and SCP-6916-B communicate in Brythonic through their discussion. It has been translated from this point on.)
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SCP-6916-B: You speak the father's tongue.
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Dafydd: And many others. And I do not appreciate being pushed aside like that.
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SCP-6916-B: You dare speak to me like -
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Dafydd: You attempted to harm me and my party. I shall speak to you how I see fit.
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(SCP-6916-B approaches Dafydd, eyeing him up. The SCP-6916-C entities relax their stance.)
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SCP-6916-B: You people are - different to the others.
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Dafydd: Others? The people who came here? Where are they?
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SCP-6916-B: When they came, they walked timorously. Unsure. Afraid. You - you walked with command. Directive. I am impressed. I haven't seen courage like that since my manumission.
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Dafydd: You were imprisoned?
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SCP-6916-B: For many lifetimes.
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Dafydd: And you were freed?
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SCP-6916-B:(Pauses) The others were less talkative. Are you people full of questions?
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Dafydd: How about this? Answer for an answer. I ask something, you provide me with the most honest response you can. In turn, I shall do the same to your questions. Deal?
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SCP-6916-B: Do I get to go first?
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Dafydd: Fine.
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SCP-6916-B:(Pauses) Who are you people?
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Dafydd: Me and my collages are representatives of an organisation known as - the Foundation. We - try and - protect humanity from the greater dangers of our world.
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SCP-6916-B: How noble. That is quite a task. Your turn.
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Dafydd: What happened here?
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SCP-6916-B:(laughs) My, what a question. The answer is quite a story. I wouldn't know where to start.
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Dafydd: We have time. And I've always liked a good story.
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(SCP-6916-B gestures for Dafydd to sit on a ruined wall. The SCP-6916-C instances stand guard around SCP-6916-B.)
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SCP-6916-B: This land. This island. My island is all that is left of a proud conglomeration. A collective that spanned all of Albion. A collective founded on skills, determination and pride. Oh, if only we had had the chance. We could have done so much more.
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Dafydd: You were proud of your empire?
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SCP-6916-B: We weren't an empire! I and others ruled, true, but we did not stand above our fellow brothers and sons! But, yes, we were proud of what we were. Maybe that's why we fell so painfully. (Pauses) Our community was powerful. We could do things with magic others could only dream of. My presence here is an example of our power over the line between life and death. But we weren't alone. To the west, we had rivals. Equally powerful. Equally proud.
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Dafydd: The Tuatha Dé Danann.
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SCP-6916-B: You know of them?
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Dafydd: Some are still around.
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SCP-6916-B:(laughs annoyedly) They survived. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. They were always good at hiding and twisting the fates.
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Dafydd: You should see them now. They're not exactly in the best situation. Were you enemies?
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SCP-6916-B: Maybe, deep down, but on the surface, we were rivals. Both of us were always jealous of each other. Us, envious of their influence over fortune, the skies and their bodies. Them, covetous of our finesse in metalwork, agriculture and mediumship. It was unhealth but - it worked.
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Dafydd: What changed?
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SCP-6916-B: I believe you owe me an answer.
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Dafydd: Go on then.
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SCP-6916-B: Are you proud of where you come from?
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(Pause)
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Dafydd: In this line of work, attachments are - dangerous things to form. I will say, however, I value where I come from. So, maybe, in a way, yes, I am proud of where I came from.
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SCP-6916-B:(smiles)
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Dafydd: What changed between your people and the Tuatha?
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SCP-6916-B:(sighs) I have often contemplated how that happened. All I know is that as soon as it started, it grew quickly and led to tensions between us. Fear grew like a weed. Everything became about displaying power. Eventually, the idea of war crept into our minds. As new enemies from the east and north had started to appear, war was not something either of us wanted.
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Our only hope was a union of sorts. So plans were made for their prince to wed one of our most powerful ladies and at the ceremony, both of us exchanged a treasure. They taught us to influence our skies and we gave them means of uniting living and dead. We believe such a union would strengthen us. But it brought nothing but misery. The whispers continued and then came the attacks and murders. And finally, when word came that our lady had faced abuse and torture at the hands of the prince's family, our fates were decided.
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Dafydd: War.
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SCP-6916-B: It was a blood bath that lasted years. Both of us held nothing back. Curses were cast. Fortresses erected. Monsters were bred. Many men and beasts, both living and departed, were lost, or worse. And then, it all came here. To my island. So many were lost in that battle. And then -
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(SCP-6916-B begins to weep angrily. The SCP-6916-C respond by growling and pounding the ground.)
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SCP-6916-B: They came.
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(SCP-6916-B looks at Dafydd.)
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SCP-6916-B: The Gwyllion!
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Dafydd: I don't understand.
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SCP-6916-B: And that's when it all came out! The truth! The shameful truth! As we quarrelled and built, they snuck and whispered! Posing as our brothers and feeding our bloodlust! It had all been a game! All this time! A great game! To weaken us! To degrade us! To claim our lands after we'd reduce them to dust! Those vile creatures!
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(SCP-6916-B slams his fist on to the stone, which cracks.)
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We tried to act but by then it was too late. They had most of our land, fortresses and arms under their control. There was nothing we could do. I watched as they made my forest walk and hunt my people. We begged them to stop but they only laughed. They enjoyed it you see. After the forests walked, they pulled my land out of the world and sealed it within this realm. Some of my men escaped, as did some Tuatha, but most of us, including myself and the prince, were captured and brought to the Gwyllion king.
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We begged the king to spare our people. He merely laughed. He had what he wanted. With that, he had the prince imprisoned and transported and had me chained and muzzled, locked to my island. Forced into enslavement. Forced to bend my kingdom into his sick image. Forced to watch my magic be used to turn people into beasts and abominations.
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(SCP-6916-B puts their head in their arms.)
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Dafydd: I'm - I'm so sorry.
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SCP-6916-B: With our community in ruin, I watched as they used my island to experiment, plan and manipulate. As they did so, I felt my people grew weaker and simpler and not long after, Albion was invaded again and again. And with each invasion, our history, our culture, and our work vanished. So much was lost.
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(One of SCP-6916-C rests it's head on SCP-6916-B lap.)
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SCP-6916-B: You've met the Gwyllion. I saw it in your eyes when you handled their bones. A disgust. A scar beyond just the skin. Tell me, how did you meet them?
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Dafydd: Before I joined the Foundation, I lived in the Library along with a group of people I wrongfully considered family. One day, some of us attempted something. A ritual. I - it went wrong. It turned out, just like you, I'd been tricked by someone. Someone from somewhere very fair away. They interrupted the casting, damaging my mind. In the process, many people, including he who came from over there were lost and I was left hurt - and changed.
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SCP-6916-B: Cruel, aren't they?
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Dafydd: How did you escape?
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SCP-6916-B: Oh, that. My, that was satisfying. As you know, the Gwyllion had cut this land apart from the world, sealing it within this realm and closing it off with powerful boundaries. For centuries, I had attempted to breach them but I was weak. Then many years ago, something occurred. Something outside this realm. I don't know what but whatever it was, made the Gwyllion scared. That, I had never seen before. And this force caused a fissure to form in the boundaries. Just big enough for a message to get through. So, I reached out and called.
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SCP-6916-B: And an answer came.
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Dafydd: The soldiers. Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal.
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SCP-6916-B: These men had power. New power. Refined power. And each of them possessed the same spirit my brothers and sons had long ago. A pride and love my people once had I long thought dead. The Gwyllion tried to fight back but their power had waned. Eventually, after many deaths, they freed me. And free at last, I gave them terror. I pulled on the boundaries between life and death and made them face the sins they'd indulged in. The king, who'd dared to mock me, fled like a coward along with his court. His subjects, the usurpers, I slaughtered. I hate to say it, but their screams were glorious noise. My island was mine once more. Broken, but mine.
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Dafydd: Well that explains a bit.
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SCP-6916-B: Now, I ask you. Will you join us?
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Dafydd: I'm sorry.
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SCP-6916-B: The Gwyllion. This place is only one of many of their hiding places. Your curse is further proof that they're out there. They have held us back for millennia. They must be removed.
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Dafydd: Hang on just a moment. You're planning to - That's what the dream is. It's not a distress call. It's a call to arms. You want to fight them.
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SCP-6916-B: And you and your organisation have come. You've seen what they have done to us. Confined us to cages. Prevented us from reaching our true potential. Not just in Alboin. I know kingdoms and communities exist beyond the seas. They too must have faced the refinement of those creatures. It is time we took back what they had no right to take from us. Our true potential. Join us.
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(SCP-6916-B offers Dafydd a hand.)
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SCP-6916-B: You hesitate, brother.
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Dafydd: You want war. A war with creatures we have fought for thousands of years. A war that would cause unimaginable shifts, thaumaturgically, geopolitically and potentially biologically. I - I - can't allow you to do that.
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(SCP-6916-B withdraws their hand. The SCP-6916-C entities begin prowling again.)
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SCP-6916-B: With all due respect, I am a king of this land. I am not like the Tuatha. I will not hide behind wards. I will do what I see fit. Where is your pride? You said your organisation defended humanity. Why do you instant on continuing this confinement and squandering? Why do you protect this - vail?
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Dafydd: Because the world has grown so much since you were imprisoned. Your war with the Tuatha and - Gwyllion was nothing compared to what happened after. We've had battles that spanned entire realms of existence and have only just started to recover from them. We don't want that. I'm not confining humanity. I am protecting it. And if you think you can start a war just -
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(Dafydd looks SCP-6916-B in the eye.)
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Dafydd: Where are the people who came here?
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(SCP-6916-B continues to look at Dafydd.)
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Dafydd: You've already started the war, haven't you?
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SCP-6916-B: You would have done such good, brother. And out of respect, I shall let you go with a warning. Stay out of our way. You and your - Foundation.
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(The rain grows heavier, cause a flash flood. The thunder, howling and bells grow in frequency. SCP-6916-B and the SCP-6916-C entities move to high ground. Dafydd pulls Wilson and Caradog out of the floodwater.)
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Dafydd: What is this place?! Who are you?!
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SCP-6916-B: The Tuatha called this Tír na nÓg. The Gwyllion called this Avalon. We - called it Annwn, its true name. And I am Arawn, lord of the dead and king of this land.
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SCP-6916-B:(points at Dafydd)Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros!
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- End Log -
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Afterword: Upon completing the recording, Dr. Dafydd proceeded to vomit small quantities of seawater over the next 30 minutes. He refused any treatment and requested to speak with the site director and the Department Of Mythology And Folkloristics as soon as possible.
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Addendum 6916.5: Redesignation and Revised Containment
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With the information provided by Dr. Dafydd, the Foundation reassessed their containment procedures for SCP-6916. The island within SCP-6916-A has been given a Nexus designation due to its historical significance and potential threat towards the anomalous community.
Nx-02, located within SCP-6916-A, photographed by Agent Siwan Caradog during their exploration into the extradimensional space.
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Nexus #: Nx-02
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Civilian Designation: Annwn (Formerly Avalon)
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Population: Unknown
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Area Class: Camelot
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Nexus Interaction Protocol: To prevent the public's access to Nx-02, the Foundation is continuing its containment procedures regarding SCP-6916, with the addition of detecting departures from Nx-02. If individual/s successfully access Nx-02, they are to be retrieved as soon as possible and subjected to interview and amnestic and oneirological treatment.
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Access and traversal into Nx-02 by Foundation personnel is to remain a high priority, to prevent an LV-Zero "Lifted Veil" scenario.
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Containment Facility: Site-12
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Description: Nx-02 is an island located within the partially, extradimensional space known as SCP-6916-A. Nx-02 is accessible from any coastline within the British Isle and Northern France. To date, the only known way of accessing Nx-02 is to apply an NHK, following subjection to SCP-6916. However, this access can be revoked. Those who attempt to reach Nx-02 with revoked access will be subject to translocation and be redirected back to the point of perpetration.
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Nx-02 is home to several spectral entities, including SCP-6916-B, who is capable of numerous thaumaturgical workings, including atmomancy, necromancy and oneiromancy. Due to their revoked access, it is believed SCP-6916-B is actively disengaged with the Foundation. However, recent evidence suggests Nx-02 may be open to other Groups of Interest. Research is ongoing.
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Due to having revoked access, the history of Nx-02 is mostly unknown, with only the statements made by SCP-6916-B providing any insights. Nevertheless, historical records were able to provide some details.
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Since enacting more focused and stringent containment procedures, individuals lost to SCP-6916-A have decreased, with only 57 SCP-6916 subjects managing to evade Foundation protocol. However, with the sudden increase in nationalism in the Celtic regions, subjection to SCP-6916 is predicted to increase within the next year.
To: Director Vidya Durrani
+From: Dr. Zachary Dafydd
+Subject: Update on SCP-6916
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Good Evening Durrani,
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I hate to bother you at such a late time but some news regarding SCP-6916 has come to my attention. Please see below:
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Foreword: This footage was passed on by an undercover Foundation Agent within GoI-006 ("Unusual Incidents Unit") following a murder investigation at Cillian's Apothecary in FP-01 ("Three Portlands").
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Security footage shows Ahern, a Aos Sí phytotherapist, working when the two hooded individuals break in through the backdoor. Ahern attempts to apprehend them using chlorokinetic techniques but is restrained in a headlock by an unseen, third individual. As Ahern struggle against the invisible individual, the hooded individuals remove their hoods, revealing one to be PoI-6988 and the other to be Tuatha.
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The pair appear to threaten and question Ahern, who merely angrily denies their questions and at one point, spits on PoI-6988. After a few minutes, the Tuatha holds up Ahern with a metallic, prosthetic arm. Blisters begin to form on Ahern's skin where the metal touches it, and their wings burst from their clothes and begin to shed. PoI-6988 then points at Ahern's chest and whispers something. Ahern's body then goes rigid and a tree begins to grow around their body. The tree stops growing, leaving only Ahern's eyes, left ear and right fingers exposed. PoI-6988 then carves a symbol resembling a Triskelion in the base, before leaving with the others. Ahern expired 10 minutes later.
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Afterword: When the Department of Spectral Phenomena applied thaumaturgical, ectographical techniques to the footage, the third individual was revealed to be a spectral entity, resembling Second Lieutenant Nathanial Logan. The symbol carved by PoI-6988 has begun to show in various locations worldwide, most notably in the Free Ports and in human subspecies habitats.
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As well as the appearance of this group, 184, 322, 96 and 57 have come in contact. 4 further 6916 subjects have gone missing. However, Logistics and Transportation checked and confirmed they never left their home countries and states (Pennsylvania, Nova Scotia, Falkland Islands). This can only mean one thing. SCP-6916-A is extending its borders.
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Also, Project Signal-Man have reported spikes in spectral entities and activities within the UK again. Mostly around the coast. They don't last long. Only a few seconds but there nonetheless.
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Given these changes, I believe we should change SCP-6916 to a Red classification and have it redesignated as Keter as soon as possible. I can't help feeling there is something big coming.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6963-2 is to be awakened every 30 minutes and given a 5-minute interval period before being put back to sleep. This routine is to be carried out indefinitely to ensure SCP-6963-1's complete containment is maintained..Memet, an object class indicating the designated anomaly ensures its own containment. SSRIs.Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, a type of antidepressant drug. laced with amnestics are to be made available to SCP-6963-2 upon the conclusion of each SCP-6963-3 iteration.
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Description: SCP-6963 is the collective designation given to a self-containing system comprised of three anomalous objects — SCP-6963-1, SCP-6963-2, and SCP-6963-3.
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SCP-6963-1 is a cognitoparasitoid entity sustaining itself through the consumption of all information present in the mind of a human being whom it has designated as its host. Affected individuals are universally asymptomatic, complicating SCP-6963-1's capture in the event of a containment breach. Information taken by SCP-6963-1 is encapsulated in a span of approximately 40 minutes, at which point they are instantly absorbed. As a result, the subject will suffer from HMS.Hollow mind syndrome, a condition where there is little to no information present in the human mind. The loss of information pertaining to unconsciously performed biological processes, such as the act of breathing, can be fatal. and consequentially expire. SCP-6963-1 will then transfer itself to the nearest human present in its vicinity. Currently, SCP-6963-1 is contained through the use of SCP-6963-2 and -3.
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SCP-6963-2, formerly designated D-11247, is Jaçek Wallens, a human individual whose physiology and psychology have been manipulated through thaumaturgical means to support SCP-6963. SCP-6963-2's lifespan has also been enhanced to sustain SCP-6963 in perpetuity for the near future. SCP-6963-2 does not require any nutrition either, as they are automatically sustained through their modifications. They are the current host of SCP-6963-1.
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SCP-6963-3 is an Eden-Mind Type Purgatorial Space, designed, constructed, and maintained by the Department of Purgatorial Spaces (DoPS). It initiates once SCP-6963-2 has entered REM sleep and provides the entity with a rich source of informational sustenance to remain in a benign state within SCP-6963-2, thus achieving practically complete containment within the vessel. Once SCP-6963-2 leaves REM sleep, SCP-6963-3 will reset and SCP-6963-1's memories of its time within SCP-6963-3 are purged. Logs of SCP-6963-3 are recorded through an O-EEG.Ominiscient-Electroencephalogram, a device capable of reading all aspects of an individual's dream activity once in REM sleep. It saves said outputs as videos in a lossless file format with a transcription describing the events. connected to SCP-6963-2.
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Implementation: SCP-6963-1 was previously a standalone anomaly (SCP-6963) whose former containment procedures involved the extensive use of D-Class subjects. Due to the expense incurred with the use of this method and the near-limitless number of D-Class personnel required for effective containment, various departments were called upon to devise cheap and effective containment procedures to contain the entity.
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Containment specialists and engineers from the DoPS proposed one of the more cost-efficient solutions to the issue and assembled SCP-6963-3 within D-Class subjects. Each subject was then introduced to SCP-6963-1 to test the proposed containment plan until a functioning vessel was found, that being SCP-6963-2.
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An automatically generated transcript of the first successful trial involving SCP-6963 has been attached below.
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att. 1: Generated O-EEG Transcript
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PRIOR TO ENTERING REM SLEEP
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Researcher Groch: Alright, I believe you know what your new designation is?
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SCP-6963-2: SCP-6963-2?
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Researcher Groch: Yep. Great. Remember, you are no longer referred to as D-11247. Anyways, we'll be starting with the trial run for this method we've devised to contain -1, and remember, you are the key to this plan. Do not let the Foundation down.
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SCP-6963-2: Yeah, I understand. I'll try my best… Can I ask a question, though?
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Researcher Groch: Go ahead.
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SCP-6963-2: That operation from a few days ago — what's up with it? I just feel weirdly… unfatigued, if that's the right word?
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Researcher Groch: That was to prepare you for your new routine. I'm sure you've been told what you're going to do already — sleep.
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SCP-6963-2: Is that… really all there is to it? I mean, I really expected a bit more demanding job, yeah? Especially when this thing is dangerous, and all…
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Researcher Groch: Oh, don't worry, it's nothing too extensive. Once you begin, I'm sure you'll get the hang of everything.
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SCP-6963-2: I… see.
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Researcher Groch: Well — your routine starts now. Lay on the bed, and we'll do the rest.
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SCP-6963-2: Okay… alright…
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SCP-6963-2 lays on the bed and an incapacitating agent is administered to them. They immediately enter REM sleep due to their thaumaturgic modifications.
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1-10 MINUTES IN REM SLEEP
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SCP-6963-2 appears in SCP-6963-3 as a formless amorphous shape. Nothing exists in the dimension other than them and SCP-6963-1, which too is in an blob-like state. The two, sensing the other's presence, move towards one another, glacially slowly, across the distance between them.
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After several hundred aeons, 1 millisecond in real-time, both reach one another. SCP-6963-2 and SCP-6963-1 each create a blurry appendage and make contact. The two merge into one being for a momentary minute, then separate back into two different beings. A bond is formed, as they begin to feel and understand the raw textures of each other's consciousness. SCP-6963-3 now begins glowing a golden hue.
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Both communicate for an indeterminate period, coming into contact with each other and separating again. A hum now fills SCP-6963-3, as a larger variety of light and colour becomes present.
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Following several presumed epochs, a physical environment begins forming around the two. SCP-6963-3 morphs into a blank sky. The shapes now appear to be gaining form, taking on a more humanoid appearance.
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Both beings, and the environment around them, continue adapting and growing without cessation.
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15-25 MINUTES IN REM SLEEP
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SCP-6963-2 and SCP-6963-1 each now take on a featureless humanoid form. The two still converse with touch, and watch as a world manifests at their feet, a chunk and a fragment at a time. More details form on SCP-6963-1, SCP-6963-2, and SCP-6963-3's environment with each passing millisecond. The forms jump up and down, presumably in happiness.
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Both express their awe at the sight and are excited about the world's completion. A large sphere of light forms above, a long distance away, from streams of golden rays. In the moments following its formation, a warm sensation spreads through the two. They embrace the feeling together.
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The world is now fully formed. SCP-6963-2 touches the grass below their feet. SCP-6963-1 follows suit. Then, they start running. Running over valleys, running over mountains, and running over clouds. However, SCP-6963-2 begins to clutch their stomach. SCP-6963-1 then goes to a nearby tree and plucks a golden fruit — an apple of an indeterminate cultivar. It gives the apple to SCP-6963-2 who then splits the apple and shares it with SCP-6963-1. After consuming the apple, they start running once more. This cycle repeats over and over and over. When SCP-6963-2 is hungry, SCP-6963-1 gives them food. When SCP-6963-2 is bored, SCP-6963-1 drags it to a place nearby to see the mountains and oceans form, collide, then break, and then form again. They put their ears to the ground, listening to the multitudes of creatures under, on, and over the earth. Each fine blade of grass they walk on wobbles in contentment. Each field of flowers they visit buzz with delight at their presence.
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This continues for 10 milliseconds in real-time, yet continues for centuries in SCP-6963-3.
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The fine blades of grass refract under their feet as they start gathering wood. The trees hand out logs as both provide them with love and care. At first, they use these for playtime, akin to children at recess. The earthly scent of the earth smothers their hands as they play, fight, roll around in the mud and dirt, and enjoy what this world has given them.
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This continues for another 10 milliseconds in real-time, yet goes on for much, much longer in SCP-6963-3.
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Every aeon they fight, they separate, they come together. This cycle repeats until they too get tired of the fighting and playing. They start gathering wood, although it is notable that SCP-6963-2 does most of the work. One day, SCP-6963-2 sits down with SCP-6963-1. They teach it how to weave, how to harvest, and how to gather water. Each time SCP-6963-1 does something, it cries, only to have, SCP-6963-2 come along and comfort it with hugs and kisses. Over many aeons, SCP-6963-2 teaches SCP-6963-1 basic household chores.
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This continues for 20 milliseconds in real-time, yet continues for eternity in SCP-6963-3.
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This cycle repeats for another eternity.
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Over time, SCP-6963-2 tells SCP-6963-1 the truth about SCP-6963-3, yet they still continue. Chop, weave, cook, churn, sizzle. Each night, SCP-6963-1 creates a dish out of this world, and each day, SCP-6963-2 crafts another thing that piques SCP-6963-1's interest and love for them. Currently, they sit by a fire, as the cool evening winds breeze by their faces. The crying gulls fly above, and the waft of smoky salt drifts through the air.
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SCP-6963-2 brings their axe down and splits a log in two. SCP-6963-1 yawns as it watches them and throws several of the logs into the fire for it to char.
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SCP-6963-1: Let's go, Jaçek. It's getting late now, and you know how much I hate the dark…
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SCP-6963-2 brings the axe down on the log they placed on the stump before answering SCP-6963-1.
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SCP-6963-2: Aw, c'mon, there's just this one pile, I'm sure I can finish it up quickly.
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SCP-6963-1 pouts exaggeratedly.
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SCP-6963-2: Don't be like that!
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SCP-6963-1 giggles and SCP-6963-2 sighs, though they are smiling while they set another log on the stump and prepare to bring the axe down once more.
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SCP-6963-2: Anything for dinner?
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SCP-6963-1: I'm thinking we go for… something new? A surprise, maybe?
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SCP-6963-1 winks at SCP-6963-2
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SCP-6963-2: My tummy's rumbling, hard — what is it?
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SCP-6963-1: Now, it wouldn't be a "surprise" if you knew about it now, right?
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SCP-6963-2: Hah, well, I'll look forward to whatever you're cooking, especially with that look on your face.
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SCP-6963-2, unable to hold it in any further, bursts forth laughing. Due to the noise, the piglet sleeping near SCP-6963-2 wakes up and squeals. It runs towards SCP-6963-1 who takes the animal into its hands and comforts it. The piglet stays curled up in its arms, but doesn't fall back asleep.
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SCP-6963-1: Aww, no… Billy's woken up…
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SCP-6963-1 gently caresses its head. The animal nuzzles its palm and begins dozing off.
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SCP-6963-1: He's so cute, isn't he?
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SCP-6963-1 slowly lays it on the grass next to it and prepares to take out the log that was placed in previously when the piglet jumps back on SCP-6963-1. Its left hand enters the fire and is burnt. SCP-6963-1 screams. SCP-6963-2 drops the axe and immediately runs over to SCP-6963-1.
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SCP-6963-1: I-it's alright, just a little—
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SCP-6963-2: Get up! Follow me!
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SCP-6963-1: Wha—
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SCP-6963-2 picks up the piglet, who is shivering a short distance away, and pulls SCP-6963-1 to a nearby stream. They dunk its hand into the water and rub it. SCP-6963-1 flinches.
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SCP-6963-1: Ouch!
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SCP-6963-2: Lyn, are you okay? Is it bad?
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SCP-6963-1: No, no, I'm fine. It stings a bit, though.
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SCP-6963-2: Hmm, I know we had some around here…
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SCP-6963-2 worriedly looks around.
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SCP-6963-2: Ah, there!
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SCP-6963-1: Mhm? Anything you're looking for?
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SCP-6963-2: Here, get some those.
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SCP-6963-1 picks some herbs lining the sides of the stream with her right hand and gives them to SCP-6963-2.
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SCP-6963-2: Alright, now, rub it in like that. Here.
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SCP-6963-1: Like this?
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SCP-6963-2: Yeah… yep, perfect. Let's, uh, let's go back, I think we can stop for the night. You should go inside and get a bandage on that. I'll put out the fire and do the rest, okay? Don't try too hard now.
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SCP-6963-1: Mhm. I'll get the sto—
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SCP-6963-2: No, no, get some rest. I'll do the cooking. Here, can you take Billy?
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SCP-6963-1: Yeah, sure.
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SCP-6963-2: Alright go on. I won't take too long.
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SCP-6963-1 was beginning to say something and stopped halfway. It smiles.
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SCP-6963-1: Oh, you worrywart! It's just a small burn!
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SCP-6963-2 smiles too, rubs SCP-6963-1's forehead, and motions to the cottage in the distance with a nod. SCP-6963-1 heads off and SCP-6963-2 stores all the logs and the charred wood. The fire is put out and they jog back to the cottage with the axe.
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SCP-6963-1 and SCP-6963-2 stand at the border of SCP-6963-3, watching the orange sunset glow. The smell of the sea at the edge of SCP-6963-3 surrounds both of them as the piglet's squeals disturb the sound of waves battering the beach below. Suddenly, SCP-6963-1 gets up and runs towards the cliff as its soft dress, that smells of buttermilk and blueberries, brushes against SCP-6963-2's face. Its scent permeates SCP-6963-2's face. SCP-6963-2 then stands and walks over the moist and comforting grass that SCP-6963-1 ran over. They sit down, together, its soft hands holding SCP-6963-2's rugged hands after a day's work. SCP-6963-2's throat is dry; they find their voice caught in their throat. They cannot bear to say the truth of this place to SCP-6963-1 once more.
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SCP-6963-1: Hey, you seem nervous over there, you okay?
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SCP-6963-2 nervously averts their eyes, and coughs.
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SCP-6963-2: Oh, just nothing, don't worry about it.
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SCP-6963-1: Something's definitely bothering you. Come on, let me hear it out.
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SCP-6963-2 breathes deeply. The salty scent of the sea fills their lungs.
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SCP-6963-2: What would happen if…
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SCP-6963-1: If…?
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Tears form in SCP-6963-2's eyes.
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SCP-6963-2: If I… told you…
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SCP-6963-1: That… you… love me?
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SCP-6963-2: That… this, all of this… isn't real?
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SCP-6963-1 laughs. This response surprises SCP-6963-2, a confused expression spreads across their face.
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SCP-6963-1: And? How many times have we had this conversation? Tens, maybe thousands of times?
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SCP-6963-2: Lyn… I'm just worried. What if our lives come crashing down? What if this all doesn't matter? What if—
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SCP-6963-1: Oh, Jaçek, come here, let me tell you a story.
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SCP-6963-1 pulls SCP-6963-2 down, and places their head on its soft lap.
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SCP-6963-1: You used to tell me, when working the fields, it's the journey of doing the work that's more important, than the result itself.
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SCP-6963-1: And while we were together, I've always thought — why do you think that way? What's in this journey that you find satisfying?
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SCP-6963-1: You know, for all the people I've known, it was always their experiences that I craved.
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SCP-6963-1: Yet while here, with you, I experienced a lot of things. Pain. Hunger. Sadness. Happiness. Fulfilment. Love…
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SCP-6963-1: And I think that this whole time we've been together, the way we would churn butter together, pick out blueberries, run over grass, watch the mountains grow, break, and grow back again, and the multitudes of other tiny, minute actions we would do each day, I think each of them, each thing we do every day, is better than the memories I've ever gotten out of anyone.
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SCP-6963-1: You've taught me that experiencing these feelings, these emotions, making these memories myself, it's a lot better than taking them.
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SCP-6963-1: And that, I think, is what makes this all special.
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SCP-6963-1: So what if this whole world isn't real? My memories, my experiences, all of it, right now, they all tell me that everything I'm feeling right now's real! And so it will be!
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SCP-6963-1 leans in, bit by bit.
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SCP-6963-1: And I will never, ever, doubt them.
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SCP-6963-1 swoops in, giving SCP-6963-2 a quick kiss on the lips before quickly getting up. The scent of stew wafted across to them from the cottage.
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SCP-6963-1: Oh! Come on, the stew's ready. Your favourite!
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SCP-6963-2, initially flustered, smiles, there are tears in their eyes.
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SCP-6963-2: Yeah, heh, you're right. Hey, Billy! Come on! Come on, Billy, come here. Let's go home.
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SCP-6963-2 catches the piglet as it jumps towards them. They walk back towards the cottage, holding each other's hands, with more kisses along the way. However, as SCP-6963-2 walks in, their head starts pounding. It throbbed. Their vision starts to blacken.
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SCP-6963-1: Hm? A-are you okay? Jaçek? Are you feeling well? Please, lie down—
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FOLLOWING EXIT FROM REM SLEEP
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Researcher Groch: —ew. Hello? SCP-6963-2, are you there? Raise your arm to signal that you are fully conscious.
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SCP-6963-2 groans.
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SCP-6963-2: Huh? Wh-where am I?
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Researcher Groch: Welcome back. You are now in the material world, and it seems this trial run was a success. Congratulations, -2.
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SCP-6963-2: W-what?
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Researcher Groch: So, how do you feel. Any adverse effects, other than the grogginess? Oh, yes, let's get your face washed. Get up.
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SCP-6963-2: B-but… Where… No, I, Lyn…
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Researcher Groch: My bad. I should've explained some aspects of Purgatorial Spaces to you in a bit more detail, but that experience should've given you some understanding, I hope.
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SCP-6963-2: Th-that place, I-I was there, wasn't I? All that time… W-wasn't I, wasn't I with…
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Researcher Groch:That was SCP-6963-3, and it was SCP-6963-1, the one you are responsible for containing for the foreseeable future.
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SCP-6963-2 does not rise.
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Researcher Groch: We don't have much time. -2?
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Groch grabs hold of SCP-6963-2, forcing them to stand, while an assistant is called to bring the amnestic-laced SSRIs.
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SCP-6963-2 cries.
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Since the implementation of SCP-6963, SCP-6963-1's containment has been achieved with great efficiency and success. Currently, iteration 5,714,329 of SCP-6963-3 is in progress.
Figured you may be curious about the music. See attached file.
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0/6999 LEVEL 0/6999
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Item #: SCP-6999
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Frame of SCP-6999.
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel maintain several television broadcasting towers to transmit SCP-6999 globally. Per Project AISA protocol, only Level 5 personnel may access this file.
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Description: SCP-6999 is a three minute-long, cognitohazardous video of the Applied Force Department Symphony performing Nearer, My God, to Thee. The video influences the autonomic nervous system and hypothalamic–pituitary–adrenal axis, inhibiting fight-or-flight responses to stressors and regulating cortisol production.
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Upon Ethics Committee approval, the O5 Council commissioned the Memetics and Infohazards Division to develop SCP-6999 for Project AISA. Exposure testing began on volunteer researchers after performance and recording.
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Addendum 6999.1: Testing Log
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Subject: Dr. Chuck Ferguson
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Background: Ferguson married his husband seven years prior to testing and had adopted an infant son three years prior. While he reports high relationship and household satisfaction, substantiated by testimony from close friends, he frequently stresses over a lack of interaction with his son and believes his husband may hold grudges against him due to this.
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Results: Ferguson texts his husband, asking if they can discuss the situation later that day. Ferguson reports an in-depth, reflective conversation, spanning their relationship history, familial pasts, and favorite television programs. Among this, Ferguson's husband reassures that he holds no grudges over his more dominant role in their son's upbringing, given Ferguson's government job (see Family Disclosure Protocol). However, he does suggest hiring a babysitter, which Ferguson states he'll contemplate.
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Subject: Agent Silvina Cortez
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Background: Cortez emigrated from the Philippines to the United States after college, a decision heavily protested by her mother. With her enrollment in the United States military and subsequent Foundation employment, her relationship with her mother grew increasingly estranged. Cortez regrets not contacting her mother but fears a further divide in their relationship if she does so.
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Results: Cortez calls her mother who expresses shock from the sudden contact. They set up a video call together for the day after testing. Cortez reports an initially stilted but progressively intimate conversation, her mother interested in American life and Cortez in Filipino life. When addressing the initial distress over the emigration, Cortez' mother apologizes for her comments, noting how long ago she made them but admitting she feared how Cortez would adjust.
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Subject: Dr. Everett Mann
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Background: Mann, continuing the eccentricity of his caretaker uncle, possessed divergent ethics from societal norms. After Mann's uncle died incarcerated, Mann faced social ostracization from peers. In response, Mann sought comfort in science and learning. While Mann cites "genius" as diverting potential friends, others testify Mann outright rejecting social advances in favor of scientific pursuits.
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Results: Mann steps outside the testing facility, finds the nearest cliff-face, and sits at the edge, silently staring at the night sky. When asked what he thought about, Mann states "We can all ascend." The next day, he sits at a crowded table in the Site-19 cafeteria, facilitating awkward but genuine conversation on rat biology.
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Addendum 6999.2: Project AISA Briefing
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Project AISA is a Foundation-planned initiative to comfort humanity in response to a predictable, singular, and widely publicized XK End-of-the-World scenario. Once such an event grows imminent, all Foundation personnel will gain access to files on Project AISA anomalies.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7110-1 is to be kept within its chamber on the 7th sublevel of the Tokyo Imperial Palace. MTF Iota-54 (Head Hunters) is to work in conjunction with Palace staff to guard the chamber from any potential intruders. Officially, the 7th sublevel does not exist and is closed to tourists or non-essential personnel. Any who wander down into the 7th sublevel without permission are to be detained and amnesticized.
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SCP-7110-1 is not to leave the Tokyo City limits during testing and under no circumstances is an SCP-7110-2 instance to be summoned without O5 approval
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Description: SCP-7110 is a phenomenon that occurs when SCP-7110-1 is removed from Tokyo city limits. SCP-7110-1 is the skull of Taira No Masakado, a samurai from the 10th century. Facial reconstruction of the skull compared to both his living descendants and historical depictions confirms the object's identity. When SCP-7110-1 is removed from its chamber, hume levels across Tokyo graveyards begin to increase. This continues linearly up and to the point that SCP-7110-1 is brought to the Tokyo city limits. If SCP-7110-1 is removed from Tokyo's municipal borders, an instance of SCP-7110-2 is formed from a reality shift caused by the hume disturbance.
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SCP-7110-2 is a large skeleton known in Japanese Folklore as a Gashadokuro1, with a height ranging anywhere from 0.3 to 0.6 km tall. The appearance of such an entity would more than likely cause a "Lifted Veil" scenario. SCP-7110-2 will then travel to Kyoto where it will proceed to attack the city and target its inhabitants until SCP-7110-1 is returned to its chamber, causing the entity to dematerialize.
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Discovery: SCP-7110's chamber was discovered on April 28th, 2022 as Imperial record keepers discovered a never before found missive penned by Emperor Hirohito to Lt. Colonel Ryusei Sakamoto of the IJAMEA2.
I've reviewed your proposal to use the skull that was recently unearthed beneath the palace as a countermeasure against the Americans in Operation Ketsugō3. After careful consideration, I am going to have to deny your request and by decree, I will have the chamber resealed. I am not willing to sacrifice one of our greatest cities and its history to destroy the enemy. By the end of this War, I had hoped that there would be a Japan left standing.
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Even if I believed the myths you speak of, we have no idea if we could control the Yokai and that it wouldn't lay the entirety of Hokkaido to waste. We will just have to explore other options.
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Containment procedures were then drafted pending object classification and Iota-54 was deployed to work with Palace staff to keep the chamber guarded under the guise of a potential breach of national security.
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On June 6th, pending the decision by the O5 Council on opening the sealed chamber door, members of GoI-45864's Japanese branch raided the Imperial Palace with the intent of opening the chamber. Foundation agents promptly secured the royal family and informed Site-250 of the situation. MTF Ω-45 was deployed to handle the situation as the squad and their handler Maria Johnston were visiting Site-250 for exercises.
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Ω-45 Personnel List
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Ω-45-JC: John Cassington (Squad Leader)
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+Ω-45-A04: Valkyrie5 unit, A-04. Code name, Thalaestris
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[Begin Log]
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(Footage from Ω-45-JC's body cam is on display. Ω-45's other members can be seen approaching the palace doors.]
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Ω-45-JC: Johnston. we're approaching the palace doors. Everyone's been evacuated from the complex yes?
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Johnston: The building is believed to be clear of civilians. Coils hot, ladies and gentlemen; treat anything that you find in there as hostile.
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Ω-45-JC: Copy that. Marcus and Rickards secure the doors.
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[Marcus and Rickards take point up the steps and to the glass sliding doors of the palace.]
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Ω-45-CM: Reception seems clear, commander. Although I have to say, when I heard palace I was expecting a big grand castle. This… just kinda looks like some fancy designer's wet dream.
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Ω-45-MA: Probably was, Cole. John, there is something wrong here… this place smells off.
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Ω-45-JC: What do you mean by "off"?
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Ω-45-MA: I smell something… non-human. The Sepulchrum may have brought an anomaly with them.
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Ω-45-JC: Noted, Avalerra. Everyone, with me.
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[Ω-45-JC raises his weapon as all members of Ω-45 enter the reception hall of the palace. The lights are still on and the room appears to be empty.]
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Ω-45-JC: Room is clear Johnston, no signs of Sepulchrum forces. Do you want us to sweep the facility?
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Johnston: That is a negative, -JC. Please proceed into the seventh basement sublevel. According to reports, the cultists stormed the building and made a beeline for the lower levels. That's where you'll find them.
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Ω-45-MA: Guess we finally know what they've been searching Hokkaido for. But this isn't their usual MO. Threatening the Japanese royal family? That's way too big, even for them.
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Ω-45-A04: Small fry, always try to punch above weight class. Whatever is down there is magic they can't control, I can feel it.
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Ω-45-JC: I agree. Something about this whole situation feels off. Johnston, where's the elevator?
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Johnston: Past reception and into the back. There should be a freight elevator to take you to the dig site.
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Ω-45-JC: Copy. Form up, men.
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[Ω-45-JC moves towards the back of the building, passing by office rooms until they reach the freight elevator. Each member takes a spot on the platform with Ω-45-MA standing by the button controls.]
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Ω-45-MA: Floor seven commander?
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Ω-45-JC: Affirmative. Everyone, use the boxes on this platform if need be. Just in case we make any unnecessary stops.
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Ω-45-CM: Don't need to tell me twice.
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[Ω-45-MA presses the button for seven and the chain doors to the elevator shut before it begins to descend. Ω-45-JC takes cover behind a nearby crate and set his gun up on it. The floors begin to pass by them one by one until the elevator makes a sudden stop on what is believed to be the sixth floor.]
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[The sound of burning metal can be heard as blasts of energy fly across the top frame of the camera.]
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Ω-45-JC: And there's the welcoming party. Thalaestris, get that door open and provide cover. Marcus, Rickards lay down covering fire. And Avalerra, get out there and tear them apart!
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[The groan of the doors opening is heard as Ω-45-JC ducks down behind his crate. He peers his head up to see Ω-45-A04 moving in front of him with her large shield as energy fire rains all around him. The sounds of Gauss rifles are booming to the sides as Ω-45-MA is seen moving at an inhuman speed off camera]
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[The camera shakes as Ω-45-JC moves behind Ω-45-A04, using her as temporary cover before sliding towards a nearby forklift and bracing his weapon to begin firing.]
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Ω-45-JC: Thalaestris! How many are there?
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Ω-45-A04: Thermals show seven hostiles… Avalerra just made that six. Something's strange. I see something in the back that isn't giving off a heat signature.
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[Ω-45-JC's frantic movements make it hard to discern what Ω-45-A04 is referring to. Ω-45-JC grabs an Anti-Thaumaturgic Protection (ATP) grenade from his belt and pops the pin. Ω-45-JC raises from cover, the cultist's thaumaturgic shields glow as his men pelted them with tungsten shells. Ω-45-MA can be seen attacking a cultist, struggling to get his anomalous weapon away while Ω-45-A04 is charging at some unknown enemy in the back with her spear in hand.]
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[Ω-45-JC tosses the grenade into the center of the room amidst the deafening sounds of combat. The grenade explodes, its payload being runes instead of usual shrapnel. The runes are seen flying via anomalous means onto each of the cultists in view. Suddenly one cultist's head explodes from a tungsten shell as Ω-45-JC raises his weapon and puts a large hole through another one.]
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Ω-45-CM: Hell yeah! Johnston's new weapon worked!
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Ω-45-PR: No time to celebrate, Cole. Stay focused.
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[The fighting still rages on as Ω-45-JC moves forward, screaming can be heard as he moves towards another set of boxes. Ω-45-MA is seen feasting on the gushing neck of a dying cultist behind them.]
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Ω-45-MA: Commander! There's a Lich6 leading them. Thalaestris went to engage it but-
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Sepulchrum Lich: Brothers! Do not let the Great Adversary7 impede our work!
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[Ω-45-JC peeks over cover, dead cultists with spear wounds lay in front of him. Ω-45-A04 thrusts her spear forward but the Lich redirects it by moving their glowing skeletal hand.]
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Sepulchrum Lich: You won't take me from my love!
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[Ω-45-A04 attempts to punch with her shield but is held back via some form of Thaumaturgy. The Lich moves his hands apart, causing Ω-45-A04 arms to be pulled from either direction; making her scream in pain.]
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Ω-45-MA: I do. Cover me.
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[Ω-45-JC begins firing at the Lich as Ω-45-MA vaults over and begins sprinting at the target. Ω-45-JC's bullets are stopped in their tracks by the Lich's thaumaturgy but this does not appear to deter him. Ω-45-MA suddenly leaps into the air and her legs detach from her body, a caw of a falcon is heard, that nose dives towards the Lich and into one of its eyesockets; bursting out the back of its skull.]
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[The destruction of the Lich appears to free Ω-45-A04 as Ω-45-JC rounds the boxes and picks up Ω-45-MA's legs, offering them to the bloody falcon removing itself from the Lich's cloak. The falcon suddenly transfigures back into Ω-45-MA.]
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Ω-45-MA: Thanks for the assist, that was kinda dicey back there. Wasn't sure it would work.
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Ω-45-JC: I had faith you'd pull it off.
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Ω-45-MA Thanks. Cole, Peter. Are you guys alright?
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[Ω-45-CM and Ω-45-PR enter the frame.]
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Ω-45-CM: One of them winged me in the shoulder. I'll be alright though, nearly melted the plate.
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Ω-45-PR: Yeah, boss I was taking a look at some of the cultists we dropped. Some of them were carrying Raptor-Tec-made weapons. I've seen their stuff before when I was working security over in Germany, that's some nasty stuff.
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Ω-45-MA: Just another sign they're bumping up their forces. Hey, where did the Lich go?
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[The camera turns to the ground and the body of the lich has disappeared. In its place is a single book.]
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Ω-45-MA: Some kind of journal… it's in a language I can't read but I think… on this page… here. I think it's an incantation to open the chamber on the next floor.
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Ω-45-JC: I'm more concerned where the body went. We didn't get his phylactery, so he could be anywhere. I'm gonna call Johnston and let her know what's happening. (Comms turn on) Johnston, do you copy?
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Johnston: You are a little fuzzy but I can read you. Status?
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Ω-45-JC: We had a run-in with Sepulchrum forces, and all hostiles were neutralized. We're about to head down to the seventh sublevel. We pulled a journal off one of their Liches and Avalerra thinks it can help us open the chamber. Do we have permission to open it?
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Johnston: With everything that's happened, I've been given the authorization to find out what the hell is so important to the cultists.
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Ω-45-JC: Copy. Ω-45, move out.
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[The members of Ω-45 descend the stairs to the seventh sublevel. There are three bodies in the room wearing MTF uniforms lying dead on the ground among strewn about construction supplies. At the end of the floor is a large stone wall with an opened doorway. Ω-45-PR drops to his knee to examine one of the bodies.]
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Ω-45-PR: These men were a part of Iota-54, poor bastards.
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Ω-45-CM: Maybe if they would have had Hephaestus plate8, it wouldn't have been a slaughter.
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Ω-45-MA: If there's anything I know about gringo governments, O5 Council included; they love cutting corners. All of the soldiers should have -6952 stuff. This is ridiculous.
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Ω-45-JC: I agree but there's nothing we can do about that. What's concerning is that the chamber is already open. I'll take point, be ready for anything.
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[Ω-45-JC,-CM,-PR turn on the flashlights on their Gauss Rifles and enter the chamber with -MA, and -A04. The chamber appears to be plain with an empty pedestal in the middle. Various trinkets and baubles have been left behind]
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Ω-45-MA: This place reminds me of an ofrenda back home…. perhaps it's a tomb of some sort?
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Ω-45-A04: Well if it's a tomb, where's the body? Was something supposed to be on this pedestal?
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Johnston: Ω-45! Do you read?
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Ω-45-JC: Yes, Johnston. We do. Talk to us.
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Johnston: Hume levels are increasing all over the city but it appears to be mostly focused in the city's graveyards. Did you enter the chamber?
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Ω-45-JC: Yes but the chamber is empty unless… ugh. The Lich must have taken whatever was in here. Is there an epicenter of any of that hume activity?
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Johnston: Y…yes actually. I can see a small but very hot dot on the heat map moving toward city limits. You won't get there in time from your position.
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Ω-45-MA: We can actually. He used a portal spell to blink out of here before we showed up. I can still feel the residual energy in here. Give me one second and I'll open one to his position.
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Johnston: Godspeed, 45s. Whatever is happening… it doesn't look good.
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[Ω-45-MA begins to chant in an ancient language, an audible wind begins to pick up around them and suddenly the scenery changes. The Ω-45s are standing on an empty highway, a black cloaked figure is running away from the camera. Ω-45-JC raises his Gauss Rifle.]
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Ω-45-MA: Stop right there or we will shoot!
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[The black-cloaked figure turns around holding a skull in his hand. It is the Lich from earlier, with notable damage on the right orbit of his skull.]
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Sepulchrum Lich: Y-you're too late. I've already crossed the Shibasaki border.
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Ω-45-CM: Shibasaki? I don't what time period they dug you up from but this is Tokyo. Plus these things got a kilometer range. We can fill that skeleton full of holes faster than you can say spooky.
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Sepulchrum Lich: This body is temporary, I can afford to lose it. Look now, at my love's creation.
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Ω-45-JC: You aren't making any sense. Drop the-
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Ω-45-CM: Commander, you may want to turn around.
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[Ω-45-JC turns around and in the distance within the city, a large ethereal skeleton is slowly phasing in and out. The anomaly dwarfs any skyscraper in view and is motionless.]
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Ω-45-PR: Wha… what is that!?
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Ω-45-A04: A worthy challenge that's what! I don't care what servant of Hades he calls down on us, we'll fell it all the same.
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Ω-45-JC: There's no way we can bring that thing down if it fully materializes, not to mention the veil breaking. We need to-
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[Ω-45-MA disappears from the left side of the frame. The Camera turns around, and Ω-45-MA is running back towards the group, the Lich is on the ground, clearly winded. In her hand is the skull it was carrying. The camera then turns back to the city, the large skeleton vanishing into thin air.]
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Ω-45-JC: Avalerra, how did you?
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Ω-45-MA: He used the last of his magic to get us here. Snatched the phylactery while I was at it. Lichs aren't particularly strong you know. Should I crush the phyla?
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Ω-45-JC: No. I want to talk to him first.
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[Ω-45-JC approaches the Lich.]
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Ω-45-JC: Why do this? Why go through all the trouble?
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Sepulchrum Lich: They told me… they would bring her back if I showed them where the skull is.
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Ω-45-JC: Your love, huh? What happened to her?
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Sepulchrum Lich: You took my journal…. the answers are in there. It's hard to think… this form took too much… damage. You have to understand that when I died, I thought I'd be with her again. But after a thousand years, I never found her. That's when they brought me back, they wanted the skull and where that accursed book went. I assume you won't relinquish her father's skull?
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Ω-45-JC: We can't do that, we have to contain the threat.
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Sepulchrum Lich: I understand. I was part of an organization like yours once but our way was to destroy the threats that faced our land. That skull is an exception, my love wouldn't want me desecrating her father's remains like that.
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Sepulchrum Lich: Taniguchi is my name and to honor my comrades, I ask you to end this yokai. Aim your weapons here, f-free me from this curse.
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Ω-45-JC: But don't you want to see your love again? Why go out like this?
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Sepulchrum Lich: If I had a heart still, it would have changed. I believe I could never find her in the afterlife because I was the one who ended her life. Perhaps this would make up for it.
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Ω-45-JC: I can't be sure about all that spiritual stuff, but I can grant your request.
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[Ω-45-JC turns and nods to Ω-45-MA who proceeds to crush the Phylactery.]
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[End Log]
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Following the palace raid, the object they found was subsequently designated as SCP-7110 and efforts began to translate Taniguchi's journal. Any witnesses in the surrounding area of the SCP-7110-2 manifestation were amnesticized and a cover story was created to explain it as an optical illusion due to lighting conditions.
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Addendum 7110.01: Journal Entry Translations
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The Journal recovered from the scene of the June 6th raid on the imperial palace was confirmed as belonging to Masahiro Taniguchi, a member of a yet unnamed GOI, currently designated as GoI-712 by Lead Researcher Erickson. Erickson had been investigating other documents by this group prior and thus was able to translate the journal which appears to be a collection of letters written by Taniguchi to another member of his organization, Takahiro.
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Any relevant information was then forwarded to Site-78 to assist in their containment operations.
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Brother Takahiro,
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+I am sad to be the bearer of this news but Lord Masakado's rebellion has been quelled and the Lord has been slain in combat. I know that our organization was hoping that a new government under his rule would be more favorable to us but luck was not on our side.
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To make matters worse, my paramour Satsukihime has gotten into her head that she would be able to revive her father, Lord Masakado with her magick. I told her that such spells are forbidden and that their use would lead to ruin but she wouldn't listen.
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I thank the heavens her efforts were for naught but now she's absconded to the nearby temple to become a shrine maiden and I wasn't able to convince her to stay with me. I do hope she manages her grief enough to return to me someday. I will keep you informed of any developments.
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Brother Takahiro,
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+I have heard disturbing news from Satsukihime who is now going by the name Takiyashahime. She tells me that by reading the literature at the temple she has learned of a magick tome capable of reviving the dead that is hidden away somewhere on Mt. Fuji. She told me not to follow her in the letter she sent but I ran to the temple as fast as I could.
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The effort was for naught as she'd already left on her journey. Unfortunately, I cannot leave my post as I'm the only one of our number in this region. Even with her magick, the climb to Fuji would be a treacherous one and I'm not sure my Satsuki would make it.
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To think she would throw her life away for a Fool's errand… I do hope that she returns safely.
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Brother Takahiro,
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I come to you not to relay news but to gather others of our rank to stand against a new evil spreading in our lands. Satsuki… I mean Takiyashahime has returned from her expedition to Mt. Fuji and visited me in the night but what came to my door was not my Satsuki.
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Her eyes had blackened and her hands were covered in some type of black rot that was making its way up her arms. Takiyasha's voice was now ethereal and spoke with a commanding presence. She begged of me to join her as she was gathering what was left of her father's men for another rebellion.
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Truth be told on any other day I would have joined her but I sensed the woman standing in my house was just a pale imitation of the woman I loved. She had been corrupted by that tome, a black and gnarled book with parchment as withered as its appearance. On its cover, there were markings, a vertical line, and a cross next to it. The pages she showed me contained all manners of necromancy and spells forbidden by the organization… perhaps even the Kami themselves.
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She said she would use it to create a yokai, a Gashadokuro using her father's skull to destroy the Kyoto government once and for all. I wouldn't stand for it. I told her to leave and forget these dreams of rebellion, that if she ever loved me; she'd burn that forsaken book and live with me again.
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Takiyahime merely laughed at my suggestion and said that I didn't understand the pain she was feeling and that she would accomplish her father's dream by any means necessary.
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I should have struck her down right then, brother. Though, I couldn't. My love for her was just too strong but I promise you this, when we find her; my blade will strike true.
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Brother Takahiro,
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I was expecting to see you amongst the one hundred men you have sent my way but a part of me is glad you didn't come. Takiyashahime has rallied her father's bannerman and they march on the capital along with a Gashadokuro larger than any I have seen before. Our men have joined with the imperial army in defense of the city but…. I don't think it will be enough. The Gashadokuro is laying waste to any village that stands in its way. I shudder to think what will happen when it reaches the city walls.
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I have decided to send a scouting party ahead to try and steal Lord Masakado's head before it reaches the city. I have a theory that the magick that brought it into this world was predicated on the hatred that Lord Masakado had for the city that wronged him. Thus sending the head somewhere else should cause the yokai to vanish.
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Or so I hope.
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Brother Takahiro,
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I bring news from the day's battle. With the Gashadokuro at the front of their army they easily smashed through the city walls, the siege weapons had no effect against the monstrosity. Hundreds… no thousands of civilians and imperial soldiers died in the initial attack. But we've been preparing for this eventuality. Our weavers had been preparing the Ropes of Orochi that would bind the Gashadokuro in place. With our Craftsman's ingenuity were able to restrain the beast using magitek9. The launchers fired the ropes over the beast and we had to secure them down manually. The thing destroyed entire blocks with its thrashing and dug the ground out beneath it. We lost thirty good hunters in the struggle but the yokai is restrained… for now.
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With the yokai taken care of, we were able to route the rebels but they managed to breach the palace walls. Takiyashahime has barricaded herself in and they're making their final stand inside. I'm taking ten of my best men and on the morrow, the deed shall be done.
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Only one of us is walking out of that castle tomorrow, Takahiro. If it's not me then… all of Japan maybe doomed.
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Brother Takahiro,
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It is with a heavy heart that I report that the Battle of Kyoto is finished. My men and I had corned Takiyashahime inside of the castle. It was here, we met as adversaries; she was looking more corrupted than the last I saw her. From the brief conversation we had, it felt like I was conversing with something… alien. Like she was the extension of the tome itself.
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Knowing that she wouldn't back down, I engaged the threat with everything that I had. Her magick had grown to an unparalleled strength but in the end, my talismans and magick were able to prevail. As I drove my blade through her abdomen, she spoke to me but not in the voice of Takiyasha. It was my Satsuki telling me,
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"I'm sorry, My love."
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I then withdrew my blade and I watched as she bled out in front of me. The corruption that took her receded as she expired and I had the men, carefully wrap the book in a sealed binding. Afterward, we burnt my love at a pyre and attempted to destroy the book but it was impervious to our best efforts. With no options, we cast that despicable tome out to sea, where it can never threaten the mainland again.
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Fortunes are upon us, Brother Takahiro
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Our riders made it to the village of Shibasaki and the Gashadokuro has disappeared. I have arrived in the village myself to oversee the construction of a tomb that the locals can visit to pay their respects to Lord Masakado as well as have it sealed in the event that dark forces would seek to steal his remains.
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As far as the cursed tome goes, it hasn't been seen since we cast it to sea. The magicks we placed on it should ensure that no one will be able to open it, at least without powerful magick. I do hope that it is the last tragedy that the book ever befalls someone.
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Even though my love is now being hailed as a traitor to our kingdom, I know in my heart she only had the noblest of intentions in mind. That is how that foul book preys on you. We as humans were never meant to live forever. Undeath is power so wicked that no mortal should be able to wield it. To live trapped between life and death…..
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7206’s remains have been disposed of through a Foundation waste treatment facility.
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Description: SCP-7206 is a humanoid reality bender, residing in [REDACTED], United States.
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SCP-7206 is capable of transmuting any living being they directly perceive1 into almost any mundane material or object desired. SCP-7206 has shown to only be capable of creating items equal to, or smaller than the subject’s original size. Only items produced using SCP-7206’s abilities can be returned to their original state, despite being comparatively smaller.
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Discovery Log: SCP-7206 displayed no anomalous properties until three months before discovery. It is believed that SCP-7206’s anomalous properties manifested recently, having previously remained dormant. Anomalous activity was not immediately noticed, as SCP-7206 would use their abilities sparingly.
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SCP-7206's usage of their abilities occur irregularly, based solely on the needs or whims of SCP-7206 at the time. SCP-7206 has expressed neither distress nor concern towards their new abilities, utilizing them freely on civilians whenever they see fit. Further examination is needed to determine SCP-7206's exact personality file, although sociopathic tendencies are evident.
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Incident Log: The following is a list of noticeable incidents involving SCP-7206 prior to containment. All footage was recovered from surveillance cameras located in [REDACTED].
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SCP-7206 waits in-line at a bus stop. The bus arrives, and SCP-7206 steps on.
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Bus driver: Two-fifty, pal.
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SCP-7206 reaches around in their pockets for several seconds, expressing frustration.
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SCP-7206: Oh for god’s sake. Hang on a sec.
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SCP-7206 turns around and looks at the civilian behind them. The person is transmuted into a dollar coin, which SCP-7206 catches in their hand.
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SCP-7206: Wait, not enough.
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SCP-7206 looks to the remaining civilians in line, who all stare in shock. Subjects have little time to react before being transmuted into individual coins. SCP-7206 mutters "Wait, no." and "Only one?" to themselves as they do. SCP-7206 counts the coins before handing them to the bus driver, who stares in disbelief.
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SCP-7206: Here you go. $2.75, right?
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SCP-7206 hands the coins to the driver, $3.00 in total. SCP-7206 steps onto the bus and takes a seat. The bus pulls away three minutes later. The driver quietly sobs throughout the entirety of the drive.
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SCP-7206 walks through a local park while eating an ice cream cone, which they accidentally drop.
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SCP-7206: Aww, damn it.
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SCP-7206 looks around, noticing a woman and a young boy, the latter of which is licking his own ice cream cone. SCP-7206 approaches the two. The boy is transmuted into an ice-cream cone identical to that which SCP-7206 dropped. SCP-7206 catches the cone, and begins eating it as they walk away. The woman approaches SCP-7206, visibly distraught.
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Woman: What- What did- What did you just do!? What did you do- Where is he!? WHERE IS HE!? What have you done!?
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SCP-7206 looks back at the woman, continuing to lick the ice cream cone. The woman stares directly at the cone, physically gagging as her face turns even redder.
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Woman: Give him- Change him back!
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SCP-7206 stares at the woman as they bite a large chunk out of the ice cream cone.
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SCP-7206: What?
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Woman: CHANGE HIM BACK!
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The woman reaches inside her bag.
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SCP-7206: Ok! Jeez…
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SCP-7206 causally tosses the ice cream cone onto the tarmac path. A second later, the young boy is restored. The woman immediately reaches down and embraces him, hugging him tightly and shaking. SCP-7206 walks off, before transmuting a nearby pigeon into another ice cream cone which they begin eating.
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Note: Medical examination revealed a noticeable decrease in the child’s brain matter and neural activity following the event.
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SCP-7206 walks up to a homeless woman taking shelter under a bridge. SCP-7206 smiles, before handing over three pizza boxes to her. The woman looks up at him, clearly set aback, but smiling.
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Homeless woman: Wow. I… Are you for real?
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SCP-7206 looks at her, smiles back, pulls out his phone, and takes a picture of them together. The woman is then transmuted into a cardboard pizza box identical to the other three, and SCP-7206 places it on top of the pile. SCP-7206 walks away.
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Note: Later investigations revealed that seven homeless people had been reported missing throughout the area.
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SCP-7206 approaches a bench and sits down. A man sits beside him, reading a newspaper. SCP-7206 looks around and sighs to themselves while fidgeting. After a few minutes, SCP-7206 turns and notices the man. The man transmutes into a soap bubble. SCP-7206 stares at the bubble floating around for a minute, before sighing again and walking away. The bubble floats towards a teenage boy, who pops it and smiles. The boy then reaches the bench and notices the fallen newspaper. He looks around.
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Teenage boy: Dad?
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Recovery Log: MTF Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) were appointed for the recovery mission of SCP-7206. It was concluded that the best course of action would be to approach SCP-7206 stealthily, subdue them, and restrain the subject while unconscious. Use of excessive force was permitted if necessary.
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A Scranton Reality Anchor was placed within range of SCP-7206's apartment. On location personnel watching via agent's body-cam's would be instructed to activate the device upon indication of SCP-7206 becoming hostile. Agents were equipped with compact Realty Harnesses.
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The incident was recorded as follows:
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Agents unlock the door to SCP-7206's apartment and quietly enter. SCP-7206 lies alone on a sofa, watching a large television set. Empty wrappers and snack foods litter the carpeted floor. An agent steps on a piece of food, alerting SCP-7206. SCP-7206 turns around and jumps up, glaring at the agents.
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SCP-7206: Who are!? You pieces of-
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SCP-7206 vanishes.
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Post-incident Report: The exact reason for SCP-7206's transfiguration of itself is unknown. It has been speculated that the reality harnesses prevented SCP-7206's abilities to alter any of the agents, instead defaulting to the sole remaining feasible target, SCP-7206 themselves. Another conclusion suggests that SCP-7206 perceived their own reflection on the vizor of one of the agents, causing them to unwittingly think of themselves while choosing a target.
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The fecal matter resulting from the transfiguration was collected and later disposed of.
Welcome aboard, Avigail! I hope your orientation wasn’t too overwhelming, the Director can be a bit of a drama queen with newbies. Regardless, as a Foundation researcher you’ll be dealing constantly with what we call SCP files - documents describing complex anomalies which have received a specific designation. I want you to familiarize yourself with the format of these files - attached to this email are a few examples of what an SCP file usually looks like, alongside an extensive glossary of parascientific terms.
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Additionally, your credentials should now allow you to view an older file which desperately needs updating - SCP-7309. This is your first assignment as a Foundation researcher: Replace outdated terminology, clear up the clinical tone, but make sure to leave the Special Containment Procedures unchanged - SCP-7309 is not to be handled lightly, and Procedure 146-PAINKILLER is very delicate, so even the slightest deviation in what our containment team will be doing when they execute it could result in a devastating containment breach.
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Good luck! Your deadline is May 18th - the Procedure must be performed on the 31st and it might take a while for the Fae wisdom teeth to arrive from Site-120.
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Zeina
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PS: Once you’re done, don’t forget to upload the file to the modern SCiPNet database, as it’s still on the old network from the 1970's.
ADDENDUM 7309-1: im getting fired for this arent i
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okay avigail calm down youre going to work this out its gonna be fine its gonna be fine its gonna be
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welp, uhhh i guess if they see what happened to the file im done for no matter what so i might as well just use this to keep track of my thoughts for the time being.
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this is so weird. i was literally just fixing up the description (took me forever to even comprehend what it was about. apparently the things i was supposed to fix arent nearly as confusing as the things im supposed to leave as they are. do all these researchers actually know what half of these words mean without having to carry this batshit glossary around all the time? but nooooo, the poor guy who typed this out in like 1972 or whatever said “induces dread” instead of “induces the sensation of dread” and THAT CANNOT BE FORGIVEN).
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im getting sidetracked. so yeah i was working on the description and then all of a sudden i got some sort of pop-up asking me if i want to save my changes. i dont know what kind of backwards system asks you to do that with a pop-up but i was like whatever, ill just hit save. except right as i was going to hit save, my hand slipped so i hit cancel instead. and wouldnt you know it, apparently hitting cancel deletes EVERYTHING. not just what i changed. its all gone.
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fuck dude. i just got this job. zeina gave me this assignment because its dead simple, i know it. she and hordus want to see if im actually worth their time or if what happened on that bus was just a fluke. and im about to prove to them that it was. theyre gonna mind-wipe me and then send me packing, and ill end up losing the best job ive ever gotten. not to mention, this 7309 thing is going to annihilate everything thats less than 10 kilometers from this site in a matter of hours and its all going to be my fault.
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not that i would even know because ill be mind-wiped by the time that happens anyway. i want to scream but i cant tell anyone. my life is over.
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ADDENDUM 7309-2: pull yourself together already
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well i cant say i got much sleep last night. my new quarters are sick though! its a good thing i wont remember what they look like after the 18th, because i would miss them.
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im so goddamn tired, i feel like i havent existed since i woke up. i better get an actual good nights rest tonight because i am not getting ANYWHERE closer to fixing this mess when im this sleep deprived.
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today i tried getting as accurate a recreation of the scp-7309 file from memory as i could. of course, this is a fools errand, because retaining all the steps of procedure NUMBERS-painkiller is probably harder than breaking the world record for memorizing digits of pi. i gave up and scrapped it after realizing i forgot the setting the reality anchors had to be calibrated to. now im not saying i would have been able to reproduce the procedure had i gotten more sleep. but i AM saying i would have gotten to the point of giving up about four 20-minute video essays earlier.
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at least one thing was made clear to me today: trying to recover this whole thing solo is a one-way ticket back to being a clueless civilian. tomorrow im going to bite the bullet and just ask zeina if theres anyone around who knows anything about painkiller. its a long shot because apparently the procedure hasnt been executed in almost fifty years, but i have to try it.
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ADDENDUM 7309-3: it didnt exactly go according to plan
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well, i did what i said i would do. in typical avigail fashion, i woke up with insane motivation to just march right into zeinas office and perfectly recreate the scenario thats been playing in my head on loop since yesterday, but i was so terrified that i only got around to doing it by noon. but i did do it! and i was so tired last night that i slept like a BABY, so when she asked me how things were going, my lying was politician-tier.
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zeina was really confused when i asked her if there were any other people familiar with the procedure. “i dont get it, why would you need anyone to explain to you how it works? you have the file right there!” it took a lot of energy to stay cool when she said that. girl you mean the file that probably singlehandedly made the owners of thesaurus.com six figures? but anyway, eventually she gave me the name of this benny dude. she said hes the sites containment specialist, and that if theres anyone who might know about painkiller, its him.
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i thanked her and left as quick as i could. i definitely seemed suspicious there but i dont think shes that concerned about it. i went to bennys office, introduced myself, yadda yadda yadda. when i asked him about painkiller, he said he definitely remembers having been briefed on the procedure. i was so relieved when i asked him that, i almost hit him with my notepad because of how fast i pulled it out. i practically screamed at him to tell me every single thing he remembers.
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…and then he said he barely remembers anything. that that brief was almost twenty years ago, and that if he just had another look at the file, he would probably be able to give me the full rundown.
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i think the only thing that kept me from breaking something right then and there was the fact that that would totally give me away. so instead i ran through everything i could remember from the glossary and confidently told him that he cant look at the file, because “it was corrupted by a cognitohazardous agent”.
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mistake. biiiiig mistake right there. he got so mad. “wait, so youre telling me that the file youve been assigned to has been anomalously influenced for DAYS, and only NOW youre thinking of telling the guy whose entire job it is to make sure said anomalous influence is contained!? im looking at that file first thing tomorrow.” im willing to bet he would have done it immediately as well, if it wasnt like 10 pm. so i guess all the stalling and procrastination worked in my favor this time.
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fucking hell. on a regular day i would be going to bed about 20 minutes from now, but i already know i wont have to bother trying tonight. i think ill just pretend to be sick tomorrow. actually theres a good chance all this stress is going to make me actually sick so i might not even have to pretend.
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i really dont know how im getting out of this one. benny was PISSED. zeina warned me about this too, said that site-48 is basically his family and that as far as hes concerned, if anyone is compromised by an anomaly, thats his fault. which i imagine also means that if he finds out one of his “family members” has been slacking off for days because she accidentally DELETED THE FILE FOR A CATASTROPHIC WORLD-ENDING DEMON THAT CONTAINS THE ONLY RECORD ANYONE HAS OF HOW TO KEEP IT IN CHECK… hes gonna leave that family member out of his will.
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i guess i deserve it anyway.
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ADDENDUM 7309-4: i hope typing this out helps stop the panic attack
lost track of time so when i heard a knock at the door at 9 am i was caught totally off guard
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immediately jumped into bed and tried to appear as sick as possible when benny opened the door
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“ugh… sorry benny im too weak to get out of bed… can we do this tomorrow?”
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he thinks its the “cognitohazard”, i swear to him that its not
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eventually hes convinced and tells me we can do it whenever im back on my feet
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i think about getting out of bed to continue my “longest amount of time spent pacing back and forth across a 3-meter bedroom” world record attempt, but instead just fall asleep
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wake up
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realize that today is may 16 which means if benny doesnt get me tomorrow, zeina will get me the day after
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aforementioned panic attack
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i cant even stall anymore. theres no point. bennys gonna see this file tomorrow, instantly tell zeina about it, and before you know it, avigail spilman was never employed at the scp foundation. actually, now that i think about it, maybe theyll keep me around as a d-class. i would probably make for a pretty good sacrifice to scp-7309 to keep it satisfied while they draft up emergency containment procedures. i wouldnt even be mad.
“Why would I be mad? I’m not your supervisor. I’m just relieved you weren’t compromised by some sort of secret mind-whammy in the database.”
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“Thanks, I guess. I honestly think I still deserve to be yelled at. Like yeah I'm technically safe, but this monster is still gonna wake up on the 31st and eat everyone alive.”
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“No, it won’t. I happen to know someone who knows the original SCP-7309 file down to the letter.”
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"Wait, what? Who?"
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“Yeah, he’s called ‘view version history', great guy.”
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"Benny, do you seriously think I haven't tried that? I checked EVERYTHING and this inane SCP editor doesn’t even have a goddamn save button! Half of my assignment was uploading the new file to the modern SCiPNet system instead of this fucking prehistoric piece of software-”
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“I’m kidding, calm down. Let's try something: Imagine you’re a researcher in the seventies, and you just finished writing up the documentation for a powerful demon - one that might destroy the world if left uncontained. The information you’ve compiled will be crucial for the next generations, and with the rapid onset of technology, you’re thinking of creating a digital copy of the file in the brand new SCiPNet database…”
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"…"
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"…"
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"God damn it."
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“The archives are on the first floor. Oh, and next time you need an excuse for accidental deletions, you can always blame Digital Infovore-592-GBLN. It eats our files all the time."
Hi Zeina!
+I’ve attached the updated documentation for SCP-7309. I’ve already taken the liberty of uploading it to SCiPNet. Just in time too! Apparently the Goblin ate the old version just a few hours after I finished the transfer. All's well that ends well.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7868 is to be stored within a large hangar at Site-228. The tanks of SCP-7868 must be refilled weekly with Type A blood1. Before each refill, regular maintenance checks must be carried out to ensure the structural integrity of SCP-7868. Access to SCP-7868 is restricted to personnel with Level 3 clearance or higher, and any interaction with the entity must be documented and approved by the Site Director.
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Description: SCP-7868 is an airliner aircraft constructed entirely out of human tissue. The majority of its structural framework consists of interconnected bones forming the fuselage with the wings and tail made from cartilage. The seats within the cabin are covered with various layers of preserved human skin, as seat cushioning.
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The specialized tanks located within SCP-7868's wings are filled with blood which it then metabolizes through anomalous biological means to generate propulsion. The exact mechanism of this process remains unknown.
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The cockpit of SCP-7868 is equipped with six human brains and various interconnected nerve systems that function as its computer system. These neural components exhibit a limited level of sentience and are capable of processing information, controlling flight systems, and responding to external stimuli.
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It is capable of flight on a comparable level to that of commercial aircrafts, matching speeds comparable to that of a Boeing 737 during flight. The entity can take off, navigate through the air, and land successfully without any human interaction.
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Discovery: SCP-7868 was created by a minor Group of Interest known as the Brothers of Bone, a group of thaumaturgists who use necromancy for business purposes.
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On 2019/11/06 an unknown individual who introduced himself as Conrad made contact with the Foundation. He claimed to be associated with the Brothers of Bone and gave the coordinates of a hangar near Budapest Ferenc Liszt International Airport, Hungary.
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MTF-Mu-11 ("Necro Necksnappers") was dispatched to the location where they discovered SCP-7868 along with a large pile of assorted viscera. An envelope was found on a table near SCP-7868 with the following message in it:
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Dear Foundation,
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The Brothers of Bone and I chose to make contact with you because we need to find a new home for Bonetta. Yes, that's her name. I know none of you will refer to her as Bonetta and she'll be assigned some random number, but in case any of you care to treat her respectfully, you ought to know. With a heavy heart, I had to say goodbye to Bonetta. The Brothers of Bone don't have time to take care of my failed project and sadly I also have no time for her. I know you guys will keep her safe. Others would destroy, weaponize, or just simply sell her for profit. She deserves better than this, she deserves better than me. I failed her.
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She's still very agile and able to fly like I dreamed she would. Bonetta was supposed to be the first airplane of the official thaumaturgist airline the Brothers of Bone had funded but unfortunately, the airline faced a PR catastrophe before it could even (pardon the pun) get off the ground, and surprisingly it wasn't because of the fact that the airplane was made of human body parts.
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She needs regular feeding, she's a hungry gal! She loves a treat of Type O as well, whenever she's especially good. I left some replacement parts for you in the corner of the hangar, I'm sure you have tons of those lying around given your track record, but it was the least I could do.
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I hope I made a good decision leaving her with you. Well, at least better than choosing to name the business "Bone Air."
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-889 has been completely sealed with concrete, save for a single airlock entrance for research purposes. The building is surrounded with a standard security fence and written warnings, under the cover of a government medical research facility. For the next one (1) year, a mobile task force is to take bi-monthly sweeps of the surrounding countryside. Any pre-containment products of SCP-889 are to be neutralized and/or captured and brought to Bio-Research Area 32. Local rumors or sightings concerning strange animals are to be pursued with utmost diligence.
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A quarterly swab is to be made of the interior of SCP-889. If any prokaryotes are discovered exhibiting the effect of SCP-889, or if any staff members contract an unusual illness, SCP-889 is to be incinerated and sealed indefinitely. All staff members and equipment are to be decontaminated fully.
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Description: SCP-889 is an abandoned cattle barn located several miles north of ███████, Montana, USA. A series of farming buildings in various states of disrepair surround SCP-889. No signs of human habitation are nearby, and no information is available concerning current or previous owners.
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Within SCP-889, a combination of male and female animal or plant gametes from any two species produces viable offspring. This process occurs through a novel rearrangement of chromosomes during fertilization. In cases where gametes of different genome size or of different ploidy meet, chromosomes are often doubled or combined. The full extent of the progression is still under research. While mechanical considerations such as animal size, genital structure, and internal versus external fertilization often prevent dissimilar species from mating, methods of artificial fertilization are effective in 90% of trials.
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Combinations of genes and traits in offspring conceived within SCP-889 are generally evenly split between the male and female parents. However, biological aspects such as body size, blood type, and homeostasis are necessarily parallel to the female parent. Hybrids are in all cases sterile, and there is a direct correlation between the genomic dissimilarity of parents and the lifespan and genetic fitness of offspring.
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SCP-889 has also exhibited limited capability to interfere with the intra-species recognition of animals, making non-conspecific animals within SCP-889 much more likely to attempt to mate. For this reason, care should be taken when exposing human beings to SCP-889.
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The SCP-889 has not demonstrated any observable effect on asexual or unicellular organisms. Cross-testing between kingdoms has been similarly unsuccessful.
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SCP-889 is maintained under the jurisdiction of Bio-Research Site 32. A small breeding facility has been erected near SCP-889 to provide test animals and laboratory capabilities.
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Experiment Log 889-A: A number of hybridizing experiments were conducted between ██/██/2009 and ██/██/2010 using SCP-889. All experiments were conducted using artificial insemination. A selection of relevant tests is included below.
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Experiment-889-A-1
+Date: ██/██/2009
+Male Parent: Albino Laboratory Rat (Rattus norvegicus)
+Female Parent: Albino Laboratory Rat (Rattus norvegicus)
+Gestation Time: 21 days
+Number of Offspring: 7
+Notes: This experiment was conducted as a control. Results were normal. Adult offspring healthy, average 22cm in length.
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Experiment-889-A-2
+Date: ██/██/2009
+Male Parent: American Cockroach (Periplaneta americana)
+Female Parent: Albino Laboratory Rat (Rattus norvegicus)
+Gestation Time: 21 days
+Number of Offspring: 14
+Notes: Adult offspring 15cm in length, brownish, chitinous, segmented, hexapedal, tailless. More skittish than standard lab rats. Mouthparts are irregular and in some cases useless. Dissection reveals standard mammalian homeothermic system.
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Experiment 889-A-3
+Date: ██/██/2009
+Male Parent: Bull (Bos taurus)
+Female Parent: Cat (Felis silvestris catus)
+Gestation Time: 98 days
+Number of Offspring: 1
+Notes: Adult offspring 50cm in length. Exhibits bovine skull/facial structure, feline body type/size. Notably less agile than an average cat. Prefers to feed upon grass. Dissection reveals a typical bovine pre-gastric rumen.
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Experiment-889-A-4
+Date: ██/██/2009
+Male Parent: Budgerigar (Melopsittacus undulatus)
+Female Parent: Atlantic Salmon (Salmo salar)
+Gestation Time: 19 days
+Number of Offspring: 12
+Notes: Adult offspring average 40cm in length. Greenish blue. Scales are striated and elongated, causing considerable drag in water. Pectoral fins are extended and wing-like. Use pectoral fins for awkward “flight” movement rather than standard flexion driven swimming. Specimens have small, curved beaks, and preferentially feed by scraping algae from rocks.
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Experiment-889-A-5
+Date: ██/██/2009
+Male Parent: Sweet corn (Zea mays)
+Female Parent: Western redcedar (Thuja plicata)
+Germination Time: Varied
+Number of Offspring: 257
+Notes: Offspring plants show extreme variation between specimens, but have been roughly classified into several broad varieties:
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5-1: “Corn trees,” otherwise normal redcedar specimens that yield ears of corn instead of normal cones. Analysis revealed kernels to be non-toxic. Test subjects described the taste as “odd, but not bad.”
+5-2: “Corn-cone stalks,” otherwise normal corn specimens which grow ears enclosed by hard scales. Kernels similar to those from 5-1.
+5-3: “Corn-cone trees,” otherwise normal redcedar specimens which produce small ears of corn enclosed in hard scales instead of normal cones or normal ears. Resultant corn was described by test subjects as “disgusting.”
+5-4: “Redcedar stalks,” organisms with herbaceous corn-like central stems and woody redcedar-like lateral branches.
+5-5: “Variegated redcedar,” redcedar trees which produce both green and yellow needles. Yellow needles are in fact heavily modified corn kernels, which are not arranged into any flower- or cone-like structure. Cornbread made from these needles was described by testers as “delicious.”
+5-6: “Hard corn” plants, producing kernels with tough, bark-like shells.
+5-7: “Needle corn” plants, producing kernels similar in shape to cedar needles, in otherwise conventional ears. Variety 5-7-2 also possesses a woody trunk.
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Yearly growth cycles in varieties of Species-889-A-5 have tended to mirror those of the more genetically similar parent in each case. While all hybrids produced using SCP-889 are sterile, reproduction by cuttings and tissue culture is successful. The resulting specimens displayed no unusual variation from the mother plant. Rehybridization using the first generation offspring of transplanted individuals has not yet been attempted.
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Experiments 889-A-9 through -16 were conducted under the Farrago Project. Access is restricted.
Object Class: Euclid (formerly Safe, see Incident Reports)
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-899 is contained in a rough patch of forest in Rocky Mountain National Park. The SCP-899 phenomena has not been able to travel more than than five meters beyond a standing, living tree, thus the area has been isolated by creating a continuous fire-break around the affected region. Three park service cabins are staffed by Foundation agents on the borders of the site for the purposes of preventing hikers and travelers from attempting to enter SCP-899. Agents are authorized to administer Class B and C amnestics to any trespassers. Children who enter SCP-899 cannot be recovered, and containment must be maintained by removing those who have knowledge of the child's last whereabouts or by planting false evidence of death by natural causes elsewhere in the region.
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Agents who come into physical contact with SCP-899 must undergo regular psychiatric evaluation.
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As the SCP-899 phenomena has become increasingly more violent, all trees within five meters of the observation cabins have been removed. Personnel entering SCP-899 must do so in pairs and carry sidearms with custom iron ammunition.
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Description: SCP-899 is a psychic and telekinetic phenomenon that most commonly manifests as groups of hostile phantom children. Travelers in the area have reported being pursued and harassed by small shadowy figures that curse and throw rocks in an attempt to drive them out of the immediate area. The figures tend to be featureless and it is usually difficult to determine if they possess any gender or even individual voices and behaviors. Failure to leave the area will result in an increase of aggressive behavior culminating in a direct physical attack by the entities. An adult who comes into physical contact with one of the entities will suffer the loss of all detailed memories prior to the onset of puberty. General knowledge of family members and living conditions will remain, but persons who have been affected by this memory loss often display a significant change in personality. The most common symptoms are a loss of impulsiveness and curiosity, and negative responses to attempts at humor. Affected persons also tend to become highly impatient with children regardless of their prior behavior.
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Pre-adolescent children who come into contact with the entities will physically disappear, after which some or all of the entities may take on parts of the lost child's appearance. No attempt to communicate or find the whereabouts of a child lost in this way has yet been successful. Adolescents who have not fully matured past puberty are [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Although more detailed manifestations have been encountered within the area, no attempts to communicate with the entities within SCP-899 have resulted in anything but attacks on Foundation personnel. Items made of iron or [REDACTED] are useful in warding off direct contact with the entities; however, as confrontation of the phenomenon is not required to contain it, no tools containing [REDACTED] have been allocated to SCP-899.
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Travel through the area is also hindered by a spatial anomaly that makes land navigation difficult. Compasses and GPS navigation systems will give false directions and trails through the underbrush will change course. Although there are occasional sounds of wildlife within the affected area, no wild animals or tracks have been observed within the range of SCP-899's effect. Animals brought into the site are also subject to attacks by the entities, although they will not attempt to make physical contact.
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Experiment 899-1: Conducted March 23rd to May 15th 2009. SCP-573 was transferred to SCP-899 to test its effect on the child-like manifestations. SCP-573 is successful in driving away the manifestations, although the spatial anomaly that complicates land travel within the area remained. Due to the harmful effects of prolonged exposure SCP-573 was returned to containment at the conclusion of the experiment.
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SCP-573 should be contained here with SCP-899 as they can effectively be used to cancel each other out. There are no children or animals to be exposed to SCP-573 inside this place. Please reconsider and return 573 to my care. -Agent W███████
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Incident Report 899-25: June 10th 2009. A new manifestation has been encountered in SCP-899. The entity took the appearance of an adolescent male covered with bloody wounds. Rather than the normal interaction it immediately attacked Dr. ██████, resulting in severe lacerations and distinct bite marks on the arm, neck and upper thigh. Dr. ██████ is undergoing treatment and quarantine.
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Incident Report 899-26: June 13th 2009. Dr. ██████ is released from quarantine with no permanent damage beyond scarring. Dr. ██████ passed a psychiatric examination with expected results and has been able to give detailed recollections from his youth despite physical contact with SCP-899. The new manifestation has been classified SCP-899-1.
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Incident Report 899-27: June 20th 2009. SCP-899-1 manifestations have been increasing in number and have been observed in direct conflict with other manifestations of SCP-899. SCP-899-1 has also attacked the cabin on the northern border and started a fire which resulted in the death of Agent W███████.
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Although SCP-899-1 can be deterred in the same manner as SCP-899, the new manifestations display a significant increase in aggression with intent to kill. Research suggests that the change in SCP-899's phenomena is related to exposure to SCP-573. No further cross-SCP experimentation with SCP-899 is allowed at this time per O5 order.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-973’s nature precludes it from full containment within the Foundation. Due to the danger it presents, the 60-kilometer stretch of US Route ██ on which it is known to manifest is to be under satellite surveillance at all times. Any vehicles attempting to travel the designated section of highway between 22:00 and 04:30 are to be diverted to the detours at exits ███ and ███ by Foundation personnel. Trespassers are to be forcibly arrested and detained if the need arises.
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Description: SCP-973 consists of two entities. SCP-973-1 is a police cruiser, resembling those used by ███████ state troopers in the early 1970s. The vehicle appears to be in an advanced state of disrepair: eyewitness accounts have consistently mentioned large dents in the doors and hood, a heavily cracked windshield, heavy rusting, and a loose rear bumper secured with duct tape.
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SCP-973-2 is reported as a Caucasian male in his late forties, wearing a ███████ state trooper uniform dating from the same time period as SCP-973-1. Subject is described as balding, slightly overweight, and having a handlebar mustache.
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SCP-973 will manifest at night when another vehicle enters the designated territory, and is believed to be triggered by the target vehicle accelerating over a certain speed. This limit varies, with the average being in the area of 88.5 km/h (55 mph), but it can range anywhere between 53.3 km/h (35 mph) and 112.7 km/h (70 mph). No predictable pattern or connection between differing limits has been found as of yet.
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When this limit is broken, SCP-973 will appear approximately 0.4 km behind the target vehicle and will chase down the target at high speed with the siren and flashers on. This is accompanied by a looping message played on the target’s radio, consisting of the phrase “Run, [EXPLETIVE DELETED]”. In ██% of cases, the target will flee with SCP-973 in pursuit and will be overtaken in 1-6 minutes. At this point, [DATA EXPUNGED].
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The remains of thirty-four individuals and nineteen vehicles have been found within 6.4 km of the affected roadway. The range of damage done to bodies includes evisceration, rape, [DATA EXPUNGED], and three cases where the body had been damaged by the impact to the point that visual identification was impossible. Five survivors are within Foundation custody, all suffering from varying degrees of mental trauma. The recovered vehicles showcase heavy impact damage, both environmental and inflicted, and severe burn damage to the interior.
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Addendum-1: Destroying the roadway affected by SCP-973 has proven ineffective. The demolition of part of State Route ██ in 1983 led to SCP-973 relocating itself to its current position.
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Addendum-2: 08/██/20██ - Attempt to capture and contain SCP-973 fails, resulting in the death of nine agents. SCP-973 is believed to be wounded, but is not incapacitated, re-appearing nine days later. Firsthand accounts indicate a change in SCP-973-2's appearance, as shown in this excerpt from the post-mission interview of Agent ████████:
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Agent ████████: I can’t really say. He just looked…different. His eyes were red, I remember that, and his mouth was just this black hole. No teeth, no tongue, just a hole. I was too busy shooting at him to get a better look than that.
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Addendum-3: SCP-973’s area of effect seems to be expanding, as does the window of time that manifestations occur. Security protocols have been adapted to this.
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