Special Containment Procedures: The property where SCP-1269 is located is to remain under the custody of the Foundation. No females 23 years of age or over are to enter the property except for testing purposes. One male researcher is to reside within the property under the guise of the current resident, and is to monitor the behavior of SCP-1269.
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Description: SCP-1269 is a black, aluminum curbside mailbox, possessing a red flag and a white, plastic post. SCP-1269 stands 1.3m tall, with the mailbox measuring 49.5cm x 15.2cm x 17.7cm, consistent with the T2 mailbox size in the United States. The number ███ is printed on the right side. It lacks any manufacturer's marks, and has minor dents and abrasions, suggesting the object has been present on the same property for some time. Due to the nature of SCP-1269's effect, the object is permanently located in ████████, Massachusetts in front of house number ███ on ███████ Avenue.
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SCP-1269's anomalous properties will manifest only when a single female 23 years or older (hereafter referred to as "the occupant") resides within the same property as SCP-1269. Approximately two weeks after the occupant moves in, SCP-1269 will start to manifest unaddressed letters every four days. The contents of the letter are romantic in nature, and are targeted towards the occupant of the house. Surveillance within SCP-1269 has shown the letters manifest approximately three seconds after the occupant's mail has been delivered.
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Exactly three weeks after the appearance of the first letter, SCP-1269's secondary anomalous properties will manifest. Letters will begin appearing daily, with contents becoming increasingly more obsessive and erratic, until the point that letters regress into single sentences. In some occasions, multiple letters will appear within SCP-1269. Additionally, when not under direct supervision of the occupant, SCP-1269 will teleport to a location near the occupant and face them. This location will be partially obstructed, such as behind windows, cracked doors, and shower curtains. Under special circumstances, such as during sleep or when obscured by darkness, SCP-1269 will teleport near the occupant without obstruction. Whether or not the occupant relocates SCP-1269, the object will continue to teleport between a range of one to five times every twelve hours. SCP-1269 will not follow the occupant off the property, and all anomalous properties will cease manifesting after the occupant has either moved or expired.
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Attempts to remove SCP-1269 from its location have so far been unsuccessful. SCP-1269 will teleport to its original curbside location after one hour of relocation. If attempts are made to replace SCP-1269 with a new mailbox, the mailbox will be teleported away with SCP-1269 appearing in its place. Approximately three hours after the disappearance of the new mailbox, it will reappear in a dumpster 25km away behind an abandoned ███████ franchise. Mailboxes recovered so far have all been found in varying amounts of disrepair, within garbage bags, and covered in painted-on words and phrases.
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Addendum SCP-1269-A: On 07/12/04, D-69124, a male, was moved onto the property with the current test occupant, D-72803, after seven weeks had passed. SCP-1269 stopped teleporting at this time. Three days later, D-69124 disappeared from the property, causing SCP-1269 to resume all anomalous behavior.
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Two weeks after disappearance, D-69124 was found in similar location as other replacement mailboxes. The subject was found within a large garbage bag with severe bruising and lacerations, an apparently fatal blow to the head, and a lack of hands and lips. See Documents SCP-1269-B for recorded phrasing.
Transcribed below are several letters delivered to D-871523, who temporarily resided within the property of SCP-1269 for testing.
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07/21/98
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I remember the day, the hour, the infinitesimal sliver of a second when I fell in love with you, realized I loved you and only you, the moment my heart stopped and I lived for you alone.
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Perhaps it was the way you carried yourself on the tired days, perhaps it was the way your eyes shone when a transient beauty crossed your path; would you understand how I longed to be that butterfly dancing on the afternoon breeze, that small flower struggling through sidewalk cracks, that passing swanlike cloud in the sky, how I longed to be anything that would catch your eye and move your smile?
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You pass by me each day, never sparing me more than a glance, but for me it is enough to carry me until the next day, as I wait to next catch a glimpse of you and your unearthly beauty, your charming laugh and graceful step. I love the way you dance whenever you walk, I love the way you tilt your head towards the sun, I love everything about you, I love you.
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08/09/98
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How could anyone describe one as perfect as you, vision of elegance and loveliness? Every action of yours I’ve observed is embodied in the fragility and delicacy of a twirling snowflake, and yet you waltz into eternity with the softest of motion, in perfect rhythm with the air and the world.
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You are beautiful. Every step, every pause, every breath of yours is a masterwork of the divine. Your presence brightens the world with a light that cannot be compared, you are the flower that nature cannot hope to match.
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08/15/98
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The color of your eyes reminds me of the depth and expanse of the night sky, a vast dazzling macrocosm of soft velvet and glimmering pinpricks of light.
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8/18/98
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Do you sing in the shower? If so, I’ve heard you. Such a tenderly beautiful voice matches its owner.
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8/21/98
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I think of you and nothing but you as the day flows by, I yearn for a faint shimmer of your face as everything darkens to night
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8/24/98
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The wind was blowing and I thought it whispered your name sadly because that is what my heart is doing please write back
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I keep thinking of the way your hair shines softly in the evening light, as if each strand is a shaft of purest moonbeams please write
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8/26/98
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The trees drop their leaves and cry with me as I stand here alone, without you please write xoxoxo
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My shadow grows longer as if reaching towards you please write xoxoxo
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I miss the light in your eyes and the harmony of your voice please write xoxoxo
Transcribed below are various phrases written on mailboxes disposed of by SCP-1269.
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SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE
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FUCK YOU YOU PILE OF PLASTIC AND WOOD SHE IS MY EVERYTHING YOU ARE NOTHING TO HER IT WAS A FLING AND I KNOW IT I'M DOING HER A FAVOR
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NO NO NO NO NO NO NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HER NO NO NO I WON'T LET YOU NO NO NO NO
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WHO CARES IF YOUR FLAG IS BIGGER THAN MINE I KNOW SHE DOESN'T CARE SHE ONLY SEES THE GOOD IN PEOPLE AND YOU ARE FULL OF SHIT YOU FUCKER
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I KNOW SHE LOVES ME IT'S OKAY BABY IT'S OKAY I LOVE YOU TOO AND WE'LL BE TOGETHER FOREVER AND EVER
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YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TOOL FOR HER USE BUT I AM MORE I AM HER EVERYTHING AS SHE IS MINE SHE USED YOU SHE USED YOU SHE USED YOU AND NOW YOU'RE WHERE YOU BELONG
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(see Addendum SCP-1269-A)
+WHAT IS A MAN BUT A PILE OF SHIT THAT GETS IN THE WAY OF MY LOVE HOW CAN SHE EVER LOVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE SO EASILY BROKEN SHE NEVER EVEN LET YOU TOUCH HER I SAW THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT YOU WITH HATRED AND NOW SHE WILL LOVE ME FOREVER
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immovable nature of the object, Site 98 has been built around SCP-1287. The only persons permitted to make direct contact with the object are D-Class personnel.
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As of 16/04/1987, D-Class testing of SCP-1287 is to take place once every two (2) hours in between treatments of the object in order to observe any changes in SCP-1287's responses.
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Description: SCP-1287 is a rectangular white marble structure located in ████████ within the state of Washington in the United States of America. The object stands 3m in height, 10m in length, and 1m in width. SCP-1287 cannot be moved or altered in any way, including, but not limited to, graffiti, etching, and high-speed impact. At irregular intervals, the names of missing individuals will appear engraved into the structure. All the individuals currently existent on the structure have been confirmed missing or presumed dead. No person whose name appears on SCP-1287 has been noted to reappear.
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When a sapient organism makes physical contact with one of the names, that subject will report hearing a voice. When more than one name is touched, no anomalous effects can be observed. This phenomenon varies widely between people, apparently being roughly related to what that person considers to be pitiful or endearing. The voice will always administer the same message to the person: "This person’s family needs you. Will you give your life to help them?"
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If the person audibly responds positively, they will immediately be transfigured into the physical appearance of the person whose name they touched and are hereby designated as an instance of SCP-1287-A. The transfiguration appears to account for the physical growth of that person since their disappearance1. Additionally, the person's name will be removed from the face of the structure. These entities will also gain the memories and information regarding that person, including the events of their disappearance, as well as a strong urge to return to their family and/or loved ones. If allowed to do this, instances of SCP-1287-A will lose all sense of their former personality over the course of three (3) months and will eventually completely believe that they are the missing person2. All persons that were personally acquainted with the missing subject before the introduction of SCP-1287-A will show a noticeable lack of interest to that person's whereabouts during the period when they disappeared. Along with this, SCP-1287-A entities are very reluctant to share this information. However, if extensively questioned and confronted about their previous identity, these beings will often divulge information regarding the person's actual disappearance.
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Site Director's Note: At the moment, it appears that the names of at least fifty (50) Foundation personnel MIA are etched into SCP-1287. As such, the object may be used in order to discover the circumstances under which these personnel disappeared. Instances of SCP-1287-A created for this purpose are to be terminated after divulging the relevant information. -Site Director Loman
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Addendum-1287-Gamma: On 16/04/1987, approximately two (2) months after Foundation containment of SCP-1287, the anomaly began exhibiting delayed reaction to subjects touching the engraved names. Further research regarding SCP-1287 is ongoing to discover the source of this.
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Addendum-1287-Psi: On 16/08/1987 at approximately 1500h, all names etched into SCP-1287 spontaneously disappeared and the object ceased displaying anomalous properties. After this point, the structure was vulnerable to damage and alteration, as shown through the accidental damage caused when it fell off of the transport vehicle during its transfer to Analysis Site 53 for final examination of possible still existent effects. The object shattered when it fell, revealing a deceased male human within. This subject appeared to have died at a time corresponding to the cessation of SCP-1287’s effects. Furthermore, subsequent autopsy of the individual revealed the neurological structure often possessed by Type Red, Level 5 reality benders. Both the remains of SCP-1287 and the body have been sent to Analysis Site 53 for final examination.
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Addendum-1287-Omega: Analysis of the body found within SCP-1287 has found that the subject died from a combination of dehydration and starvation. Foundation personnel were also able to positively identify the man as ████ ███████, a benefactor who had often funded and raised money for missing persons programs, who had supposedly died seven (7) years earlier. Additionally, Foundation investigation of the remains of SCP-1287 revealed a message written on the interior of the structure, which read:
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I can feel that even my own power isn't going to keep me afloat for much longer
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I never thought that it would end
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I thought I was invulnerable
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But it doesn't matter, those people's families are happy now
An SCP-1390-1 object containing no instance of SCP-1390. Similarity to third stage SCP-1390-2 subjects [REDACTED].
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Item #: SCP-1390
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: All documents containing samples of SCP-1390 and the accompanying reports are to be kept in a standard safe located at Site-73. Site-73 encompasses the entire island of ██████ off of the coast of Greece, which is currently believed to be the site of a nuclear testing installation. Any civilians near the island's coast or found on the land are to be detained by on-site security personnel and interrogated for knowledge of SCP-1390, administered a Class-B Amnestic, and sent back to the mainland.
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Instances of SCP-1390-1 are to be cataloged and then incinerated immediately. Samples of SCP-1390 found on the objects are classified as extreme memetic hazards and are to only be viewed by SCP-1390-2.
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MTF Epsilon-13 (aka "Grammar Police") are to be sent to any area where an archaeological dig has uncovered a SCP-1390-1 object or an instance of SCP-1390-2 has been sighted. MTF E-13 is authorized to administer Class-B Amnestics and terminate SCP-1390-2 subjects as necessary. Foundation moles are to monitor Anthropology or Linguistics departments of major universities for any research into SCP-1390.
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All attempts to study SCP-1390 are to be made by D-Class translators, specially screened for linguistic skill. These researchers are exempt from monthly termination procedures. They are to be granted unconditional access to the catalog of SCP-1390-1 objects and facsimiles of SCP-1390 research. D-Class translators are to make a detailed report of their findings without using any written examples of SCP-1390 delivered once every week. Subjects are to be terminated before reaching the third stage of infection. All third stage subjects represent an exponentially increased cognitohazard. As of Incident-1390-1, no Foundation researcher is to directly study SCP-1390.
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As of Incident-1390-2, all material generated by world governments are to be monitored for SCP-1390. All results are to be sent to Site-73. Any instances of SCP-1390-2 found in these areas are to be terminated and brought to Site-73 for autopsy. If these SCP-1390-2 subjects have had no contact with SCP-1390-1 objects, special containment procedures are to be revised immediately.
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Description: SCP-1390 is a grammatical structure only exhibited in a dead language of the ████████ civilization of the island of ████. While records indicate no mass migration, artifacts containing instances of SCP-1390, known as SCP-1390-1, have been found in such varied areas as the Mongolian steppes, the Hindu Kush of northern Pakistan, the Apennines, and the coast of Brazil. Research suggests that [DATA EXPUNGED]. (See Document-1390-A with Level 5 Security Clearance.) SCP-1390-1 objects resemble period art created by contemporaneous Mediterranean civilizations. No SCP-1390-1 objects are anomalous themselves and can therefore be classified as Safe.
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Instances of SCP-1390-2 are created through any contact or meaningful knowledge of the syntactical structure of SCP-1390. Of the individuals exposed to SCP-1390, 60% become interested, almost obsessed, with decoding and studying the language's syntax. Of this number, 95% progress to late stage symptoms and can be accurately designated SCP-1390-2. SCP-1390 infection occurs in a greater rate in individuals who show interest in the mechanics of language, and the infection proceeds more swiftly in subjects who are fluent in more than █ languages.
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The first stage of SCP-1390 infection manifests in an increased aversion to incorrect grammar. Subjects who were previously shown to be indifferent to grammatical errors react strongly to mistakes. This stage is innocuous, and subjects seek to correct the grammar of those around them. SCP-1390-2 individuals at this stage report a feeling of contentment when correcting grammar. Analysis of CT-scans performed on first stage subjects have shown electrical and neurological responses similar to opiate usage. The need to correct grammar becomes progressively stronger, resulting in laconic withdrawal when denied. Stage one can last from ██ days to ██ years. Near the end of the first stage, SCP-1390-2 subjects will claim to be growing wings along their back, thighs, or face. All autopsies performed on stage one individuals show no sign of wing development.
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In the second stage, all language and grammar that differ from SCP-1390 are treated as being “incorrect.” SCP-1390-2 subjects describe hearing or reading any other language as being “like shitting in church” or, in one case, “like the fires of God in [her] eyes and tongue.” Individuals will refuse to communicate through any other method than SCP-1390, although applied to the language they are most comfortable with, and are to be treated as mental hazards. SCP-1390-2 subjects in this stage are terminated, due to their tendency to infect others. Sufferers of stage two infection cite a lack of pleasure gleaned from hearing bad grammar. Stage two subjects are highly volatile, as stage two lasts only █-█ days. All autopsies performed on stage two individuals show no sign of wing development.
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Progress into the third stage is marked by the subjects' tendency toward referring to themselves with one of two grammatical genders only contained in SCP-1390. The sex of SCP-1390-2 individuals is in no way a determining factor for which gender is chosen. The third stage results in [DATA EXPUNGED]. (See Document-1390-B for an analysis of the physical and anomalous qualities of third stage SCP-1390-2 subjects.)
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It is currently unknown if SCP-1390 infection progresses beyond the third stage, due to the cognitohazard that second and third stage SCP-1390-2 subjects express.
Addendum 1390-1: The language of the ████████ civilization is a previously unrecorded dead language, though similarities in form and vocabulary have been noted in Hadza, Leco, Korean, and Esperanto. The language itself contains no anomalous properties, even when a collection of words is used to create a sentence with incorrect grammar. Words of other languages placed into the SCP-1390 structure retain anomalous properties. Like Latin and other languages, nouns are declined in gender and case. SCP-1390, however, contains two unknown genders, differing from the neuter, masculine, and feminine of most languages, but their role in the language is not well-understood. Instances of SCP-1390-2 refuse to explain their purpose, although researchers theorize that [REDACTED]. The cases, while conforming to the expected nominative, accusative, genitive, dative, locative, instrumental, and prepositional, contain unknown instances that researchers have dubbed the xenophobic, the dimensional, and the temporal. (See Document-1390-C for a full report on the minutiae of SCP-1390.)
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Addendum 1390-2: Foundation personnel assigned to study the culture of the ████████ civilization report that SCP-1390 did not grow and mature along the usual paths of human language. While forms of Ancient Greek were spoken by the civilization during its infancy, the language of SCP-1390 appeared fully-formed around ███ BCE. Artifacts dated to that period tell of a ruler, referred to only as "The Wise (or Sagely) One" who came from the outlands to teach their people to be civilized. Of note is that the all records and artifacts of the civilization cease fifty years after this time, and there is evidence that the ██████████ culture wiped itself out with what is described in SCP-1390-1 objects as “a destruction of [untranslated] and the simple” ordered by this ruler. Artistic portrayals of The Wise One show a humanoid figure with a variable number of wings growing from its back. Following his appearance, the rate of winged, humanoid figures increased drastically in SCP-1390-1 objects. It is unclear what symbolic significance is held by these wings. Revised as of Incident-1390-1. (See Document-1390-B.)
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Incident-1390-1: Site Director Cavoli, after being found to be infected, was allowed to keep studying the grammatical structure by approval of O5-█ and was designated SCP-1390-2A. His last communication not written in the anomalous grammatical structure is as follows: “It is the language of the angels given to us as a kindness. I wish to share it with the world.” SCP-1390-2A's first stage lasted an accelerated period of █ days, and his second stage resulted in the infection of 12 personnel. At his third stage, [DATA EXPUNGED]. (See Document-1390-B.) The subject's rate of infection, resulting in the subsequent infection of 86 personnel, is theorized to be due to his substantial intelligence, curiosity, and status as a hyperpolyglot. His research represented a significant cognitohazard and further infected ██ more Foundation researchers. SCP-1390-2A was neutralized by an MTF E-13 operative. It is theorized that an SCP-1390-2 subject left undiscovered at a university could result in a █K-level scenario.
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Incident-1390-2: Foundation moles situated in L'Académie française reported a possible instance of SCP-1390-2 when one of les immortels became increasingly agitated, angrily correcting others' grammar when he had previously been known to be quiet and reserved. Moles reported that the subject had been petitioning to change the French language into what he called “a pure form,” which was found to be close to the grammatical structure of SCP-1390. The subject was neutralized via facilitated suicide. All individuals close to the subject were given Class-B amnestics. The subject was found to have no contact with any area previously shown to produce instances of SCP-1390, nor did any of his papers express knowledge of the ██████████ culture. Based on reviews of his diaries, the subject had SCP-1390 “come to [him] in a dream, like the calls of a kind God, fluttering and folding around [him] like the wings of a great protector.” He later expressed a wish to “show the beauty and truth of pure, unfettered thought” and claimed to be sprouting wings. Autopsies seized from French medical practitioners show no signs of such transformation. Status as a first stage SCP-1390-2 subject confirmed. SCP-1390 seems to appear fully-formed in some SCP-1390-2 subjects without any outside interference. Changes made to theories present in Document-1390-A.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1415 is to be placed in a 35*35*35 cm metal wall safe, to be guarded at all times by no less than two (2) personnel. Access is via a simple iron hinged door, locked with a simple keypad opening mechanism. Approval of one (1) Level 3 personnel, or of Dr. Tergis, is required for removal, in which case, Dr. Tergis is to retrieve the object while keeping the password secret.
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Description: SCP-1415 is a fingerless leather gauntlet, designed for use with the left hand. The object has a tendency to expand and contract slightly, giving it the appearance that it is breathing. It has been transported to Research Site-6 without incident, where Dr. Tergis has received permission to experiment with it.
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The object's anomalous properties come into effect when the wearer grasps any object in such a way that the palm of the gauntlet rests upon it. It then begins a process that takes place over 1-3 seconds. The target is converted into a living organism composed of various human tissues, while destroying tissue in the wearer's body roughly equivalent to 1/500th the mass of the converted object. If the wearer dies while wearing the gauntlet, it may still be used until the carcass is totally destroyed. However, when attempting to convert an object with a dead body as the wearer, the converted object will also be dead.
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Note: As of Test 6, it has been proven that the gauntlet can fit non-human hands.
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Test 1
+Subject: D-1415-01, a Hispanic female
+Target: D-1415-02, a Caucasian male
+Result: D-1415-02's skin tone, eye color, and hair color changed to match D-1415-01. D-1415-02 also developed female reproductive organs, becoming a hermaphrodite. D-1415-02 also inherited D-1415-01's lactose intolerance. D-1415-01 lost roughly half a pound of body fat, with no harmful effects.
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Test 2
+Subject: D-1415-03, a Caucasian male
+Target: One (1) Car (Volvo S60)
+Result: All material is made of living tissue. Headlights are of similar tissue to human eyes, but are capable of glowing. Its wheels became short, infant-like legs. The controls of the car were replaced with a structure of enlarged neurons, allowing for a rider to drive. The seats are composed of a tongue-like tissue, and were described as "sickeningly moist". D-1415-03's entire right arm and most of his torso was consumed in the process.
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Test 3
+Subject: D-1415-04, a Caucasian female
+Target: One (1) Queen sized bed, fully made, with frame.
+Result: Target was converted in its entirety successfully. Pillows became lung like organs that expand and contract, and the blanket became a sheet of skin attached at the foot. The target's legs were jointed, and it could walk, but would only do so if led around. Headboard became a bony structure, containing numerous eye-like organs that moved and blinked independently of each other. D-1415-04's right hand was consumed in the process.
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Test 4
+Subject: D-1415-04
+Target: 4*4*5 metre block of stone.
+Result: 99% of the stone was transformed into human tissue. D-1415-04 was consumed in her entirety, leaving behind a pool of blood. However, the target immediately settled, fatally crushing one staff member, and injuring two others.
+Note: After approx. 3 hours, the target began crawling towards the edges of the containment, leaning on the windows. On-site staff have attempted to provide nourishments, but the target has not shown an ability to eat. Target hooked up to massive intravenous drip. Termination pending, regardless.
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Test 5
+Subject: D-1415-05, an Indian male who scored highly on fitness tests.
+Target: One (1) Artificial Heart. However, D-1415-05 lashed out in anger at Dr. A██ and grabbed her lab coat instead.
+Result: Dr. A██'s lab coat transformed into human tissue, with a slick interior. It expanded and contracted in what was reported to be a "suckling" feeling that was also described as being "incredibly uncomfortable". Electric shocks cause it to contract.
+Note: Dr. A██ is not to remove the coat, as it appears to have imprinted on her. Further analysis is required.
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+Subject: A fully grown cow
+Target: One (1) Blender
+Result: Gauntlet changed shape to accommodate the cow's hoof. Blender successfully converted. Its blending mechanism was replaced by a strong jaw that chews up the food. It has a preference for vegetable material, and will only chew up meat if forced to. Most of the cow's torso was consumed in the process.
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A digital image of SCP-151. No harmful effects result from viewing duplicate images.
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Item #: SCP-151
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-151 should be kept in a locked storage compartment, covered by an opaque cloth. The keys to the compartment should be kept in the custody of the site commander when SCP-151 is not being researched. When research is being conducted, SCP-151 may be kept in a locked laboratory, provided it is always covered when not being used.
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Description: SCP-151 is a 1 m x 1.3 m (3 ft x 4 ft) oil painting, apparently from the perspective of someone underwater. A subject who views the painting exhibits no initial effects. However, over a period of 24 hours, the subject's breathing becomes increasingly labored, culminating in the death of the subject. Autopsies reveal that subjects' lungs have filled with seawater. Attempts to halt the drowning process by medical intervention have proven successful in prolonging the life of the subject, but have not stopped nor reversed the condition.
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The painting is not signed, but several names are written on the back.
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Addendum: SCP-151 was found in an antique shop in █████████, ███, after the Foundation began investigating a series of unexplained drowning deaths. As ███ is landlocked, the Foundation dispatched a team of plainclothes agents after being informed of the nature of the water in the victims' lungs and that the victims had all been discovered on dry land. The agents discovered that the names written on the back belonged to a group of artistically inclined students, all of whom disappeared during a study abroad program in ███████. Investigation into their fate is ongoing, and may provide clues as to the nature and origin of SCP-151.
Special Containment Procedures: All specimens of SCP-1641 are to be contained individually in vivariums inside the Ballistic Testing and Explosive Items Containment bunker of Site 438. Male larvae of SCP-1641 are to be fed 12 grams of powdered iron daily, and female larvae are to receive 12 grams of powdered aluminum daily. Due to cannibalistic tendencies, no two larvae of the same sex are to be allowed to interact.
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Each larval and adult specimen of SCP-1641 is to be given a 250 milliliter dish of water, which is to be replaced daily and laced with trace amounts of iron or aluminum for adult specimens to consume (respective to gender). All SCP-1641 habitats are to be maintained at a minimum 70% relative humidity.
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When adult instances of SCP-1641 are ready to breed, each individual breeding pair is to be placed inside a separate blast chamber and provided with 500 g of iron, steel, or aluminum, upon which they will complete their breeding cycle. Upon hatching, all larvae of SCP-1641 are to be contained in new vivaria under the conditions outlined above. The project director and the Foundation-appointed lepidopterist assigned to SCP-1641 will determine the appropriate number of SCP-1641 needed to maintain a viable breeding population, and all specimens deemed to be in excess are to be melted down and used as food stock for those in containment.
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Description: SCP-1641 is a species of butterfly resembling those of the genus Mechanitis. SCP-1641 are unusual in their almost entirely metallic composition: male specimens' bodies are composed of iron and iron oxide, while females are composed of aluminum. Larvae are capable of growing to a size of 7.5 centimeters and a mass of 4 grams, and adult specimens of SCP-1641 have an average wingspan of 10 centimeters and mass of 2 grams.
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The average lifespan of an SCP-1641 instance is approximately two weeks, and specimens expire upon reproduction. During the mating period of their life cycle, a male and female specimen will locate and land on a suitable mass of iron or aluminum. Mating specimens will then embrace and, through an unknown process, initiate a thermite reaction that subsequently consumes their bodies. Larvae will emerge from the slag within an hour of the breeding process, and begin consuming the nesting site and any other available metal sources. One pair of adults is capable of producing an average of fifty larvae per breeding cycle.
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As the thermite reaction requires iron oxide, male specimens of SCP-1641 have several morphological adaptations to facilitate oxidation, such as tracheae to expose a large surface area of metal to atmospheric oxygen and moisture. The accumulation of rust is eventually deleterious to the male's continued animation, which leads highly-oxidized males to become increasingly frantic in search of a mate, until either successfully reproducing (and self-immolating) or the complete failure of the specimen's structural integrity.
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Recovery Log: SCP-1641 first came to Foundation attention through simultaneous reports of an unusually large swarm of butterflies and a highly destructive wildfire during the local rainy season, as well as mass equipment failure due to insect infestation at a foundry site in ███████, Costa Rica. A Mobile Observation Team was dispatched to examine the site for signs of anomalous activity.
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Upon arrival, the observation team discovered several thousand SCP-1641 larvae consuming all available sources of iron and aluminum in the area, including parts of the buildings, forging equipment, and nearby vehicles. A containment team was dispatched, undercover as entomologists studying the new species, and all reports of the incident were suppressed.
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Approximately five days after initial containment efforts began, a logging company on the other side of ███████ began to file similar complaints of equipment failure, and another wildfire was reported in the area. A local fire investigation team traced the source of the fire to a mechanical harvester on site, where more larvae of SCP-1641 were found and successfully contained. The foreman of the logging company reported to the observation team that he had received a threatening phone call on the company phone line approximately one hour before the incident. Within 48 hours, the phone call was traced to a hotel in the town, where several books on metallurgy and butterfly morphology were found, details of which can be found in Document 1641-14B-31. The resident of the room, an American national by the name of Richard █████████, was arrested and interviewed by Foundation staff. See Addendum 1641-1 for a transcription of the interview. All civilian witnesses, including the police, fire, and insurance investigators have been administered amnestics.
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Addendum 1641-1:
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Interviewed: Richard █████████
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+Interviewer: Mobile Containment Unit Commander Alejandro Ortiz
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+Foreword: The following is an interview conducted by Commander A. Ortiz in order to discern the nature, origin, and motive behind the creation, of SCP-1641.
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+<Begin Log>
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Ortiz: Hello, Richard. My name is Commander Ortiz… So. You understand why we’re here, right?
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Richard: Now, I could be wrong, but I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say it has something to do with those fires up at the foundry and logging site.
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Ortiz: Yes. I was wondering if you knew how it had happened. I’m required to request that you be honest with me, and inform you that this process is as painless and straightforward as your cooperation allows for it to be.
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Richard: Well, I ain’t gonna give you any runaround, Cap. I started the fires… Well, my friends did.
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Ortiz: You mean these insects?
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(At this time, Commander Ortiz presents photographs of SCP-1641 in various stages of physical development upon the interview table.)
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Richard: Yeah, man. Those guys. Mechanitis pyrotechnica. My babies.
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Ortiz: Mechanitis pyrotechnica? Is that what you call them?
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Richard: Well, yeah. They’re an endangered species related to the tigerwings, and they blow shit up.
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Ortiz: Quite. So, would you care to tell how you made them?
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Richard: Nah, man. Father gave me the instructions personally, made me memorize them, and bound me to shut the hell up about them.
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Ortiz: Your father? Why would a man send his son on to do something like this?
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Richard: I meant in the religious sense. I’m on a mission from God, man.
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Ortiz: So, this was a religious statement? This doesn’t seem like something that the Lord would want.
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Richard: Good thing it’s not your god I’m worried about pleasing, then, isn’t it?
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Ortiz: (After a brief pause) Now, why did you make them this way? I must admit that I’m a bit curious.
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Richard: Man, I just wanted to give these guys a chance… The foundry was just a test run to see if it would work. I’m kind of pissed at your buddies for taking my first group away, by the way. Had to start the second batch from scratch.
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Ortiz: You’re aware that you started two forest fires with the creation and first breeding cycle of these creatures, yes? And that six firefighters died trying to stop them from consuming the rest of the forest?
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Richard: Yeah.
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Ortiz: And you think your god would be okay with that?
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Richard: You mean the firefighters? He wouldn't give a damn. Now, the trees, I dunno, but I’d like to think so, yeah.
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Ortiz: How do you figure? I thought you were attempting to stop the damage already happening?
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Richard: Man, I figured He would understand. After all, what’s a few trees for the forest?
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+<End Log>
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+Closing Statement: Following this interview, Richard █████████ was subjected to a series of tests and examinations to determine if there were any after-effects or residual anomalous phenomena concerning his person. Once this was completed to the satisfaction of the administrative staff of Site-438, Richard █████████'s memories of the events and creation of SCP-1641 were suppressed and replaced with falsified memories of committing arson, with evidence planted in his hotel room corroborating this fact. He was then turned over to the police force of ███████, Costa Rica, to solidify the cover story, and sentenced to life imprisonment. Foundation observation of Richard █████████ will continue indefinitely.
Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-1916 are to be stored in a sealed crate in the secure warehouse at Site 85. Prominent signage is to be placed on and inside the crate indicating that SCP-1916 is non-edible. Mobile Task Force Xi-1964 (Slugworth's Sizzlers) are to monitor distributors and vendors of confections and confiscate any instances of SCP-1916 found in circulation.
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All testing of SCP-1916 is to be conducted on D-class personnel who have been implanted with subdermal tracking devices. Outdoors testing is authorized at the remote facility adjacent to Site 85; in the event that an affected D-class breaches containment, use of surface-to-air weaponry to neutralize the test subject is authorized. Pending a full review of the results of Experiment 1916-6-1, all testing on SCP-1916-6 is prohibited.
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Description: An instance of SCP-1916 consists of six hard sugar confections of the type commonly referred to as "jawbreakers" or "gobstoppers", designated SCP-1916-1 through SCP-1916-6. Chemical analysis indicates that SCP-1916 are primarily composed of sugar and trace amounts of common food additives and colorings, as well as significant quantities of [REDACTED]. Each individual candy is spherical, measuring approximately 3 cm in diameter, and is brightly colored in a distinct pattern as follows:
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SCP-1916-1 is a uniform shade of bright red.
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SCP-1916-2 is colored a light beige with whitish streaks.
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SCP-1916-3 is white with several darker sections arranged in a pattern resembling the Earth's moon.
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SCP-1916-4 possesses several horizontal streaks colored orange and white, with several small white and red spots, including a single large red spot.
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SCP-1916-5 is a uniform shade of black.
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SCP-1916-6 is a uniform shade of black with a large white question mark printed across one side.
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SCP-1916's anomalous effects manifest when an individual candy is consumed by a human being. Within 10-20 minutes of consumption, the individual's weight will increase or decrease by a fixed percentage based on which candy the subject has consumed. No physical change in the subject's size or mass has been observed in conjunction with this effect; the means by which SCP-1916 produces this effect is not currently understood. The subject will function as though the gravitational field of their current environment has been significantly altered; subjects testing SCP-1916 have in certain instances demonstrated an ability to jump or carry well in excess of normal human ability, and in several instances have proven able to escape Earth's gravitational field entirely as the result of their own physical ability. This effect lasts for approximately 90 minutes before gradually dissipating. Test subjects who survive the effects of SCP-1916 show no indications of long-term illness. Additional effects have been associated with particular candies; refer to Experiment Log 1916 for details.
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At present, the Foundation is in possession of 738 unique instances of SCP-1916, each identical in packaging and composition. Each instance of SCP-1916 is individually wrapped and contained in a cardboard box measuring approximately 20 cm x 30 cm x 6 cm, with the individual candies held in a plastic tray within the box. The front face of the box features a stylized image of a child wearing a transparent glass helmet over his head and riding on the back of a Saturn rocket in outer space, emblazoned with the product name "DR. WONDERTAINMENT'S ZERO-GEE-WHIZ! MOON ROCKS™". The following text is printed on the rear side of SCP-1916's packaging;
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HEY THERE, SPACE CADETS!
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Can't wait until you're old enough to go to outer space for real? Dr. Wondertainment is here for you! Dr. Wondertainment's Zero-Gee-Whiz! Moon Rocks™ are guaranteed to give you the closest thing to being a real live astronaut! Enjoy hours of high-tech high-jinks as you explore the gardens of Venus and sail the seas of the Moon, all in your own back yard!
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Each package of Dr. Wondertainment's Zero-Gee-Whiz! Moon Rocks™ contains six different flavors for a real out-of-this-world experience:
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MARTIAN CHERRY: Explore the canals of the Red Planet in style!
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VENUSIAN BERRY: Dip beneath the clouds of our closest neighbor! Be careful - the air down there is thicker than water!
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LUNAR LIME: Is the Moon really made of green cheese? You'll find out when you're only one-sixth your regular weight!
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JOVIAN JELLY: Take a swim in the Great Red Spot on the biggest planet of them all!
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OUTER SPACE STRAWBERRY: Find out what it's really like in outer space - the Zero-Gee-Whiz way!
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PLANET X: What's it like on the undiscovered planets? You'll have to try it to find out!
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Disclaimer: Not for outdoors use. Do not consume more than one Dr. Wondertainment's Zero-Gee-Whiz! Moon Rock™ every four hours. Do not consume in conjunction with Dr. Wondertainment's Ultra-Fizz Diet Phosphate™. Your definition of "high-jinks" may vary from that used by Dr. Wondertainment. Dr. Wondertainment is not responsible for any injury, accident, illness or death resulting from misuse of Dr. Wondertainment's Zero-Gee-Whiz! Moon Rocks™.
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Experiment Log 1916:
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Experiment 1916-1-1
+Subject: D-85021, weighing 76.2 kg
+Object tested: SCP-1916-1
+Result: Subject's weight reduced to 28.6 kg.
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Experiment 1916-2-1
+Subject: D-96234, weighing 48 kg
+Object tested: SCP-1916-2
+Result: Subject's weight reduced to 43.2 kg. Following dissipation of effect, subject experienced symptoms of severe decompression sickness and died 6 hours after consumption from causes resembling high altitude cerebral edema.
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Experiment 1916-3-1
+Subject: D-23341, weighing 104.3 kg
+Object tested: SCP-1916-3
+Result: Subject's weight reduced to 16.6 kg. During an outdoors test of ability to lift heavy objects, subject made a running jump and reached escape velocity. Subject was not recovered and is presumed dead.
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Experiment 1916-4-1
+Subject: D-105421, weighing 117.9 kg
+Object tested: SCP-1916-4
+Result: Subject's weight increased to 298 kg. Subject complained of intense pain and suffered multiple arm and leg fractures while attempting to move.
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Experiment 1916-5-1
+Subject: D-23094, weighing 61.2 kg
+Object tested: SCP-1916-5
+Result: Subject's weight reduced to 0 kg. Subject displayed an ability to move freely through the air by pushing against surfaces and displayed no indications of being affected by atmospheric friction.
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Experiment 1916-6-1
+Subject: D-68052, weighing 43.1 kg
+Object tested: SCP-1916-6
+Result: [DATA EXPUNGED]. 82 fatalities at test facility due to exposure to gamma radiation; 438 non-lethal instances of radiation poisoning. Remains of subject have not been located.
Special Containment Procedures: At the time of this writing, twelve copies of SCP-1955 (consisting of three original 35mm film reels, five home VHS tapes, and four pirated DVDs) have been secured by Foundation forces. Agents shall monitor Internet filesharing sites in the event that another copy is leaked onto the Internet; Mobile Task Force 36-Epsilon Beta ("MPAA Martyrs") will track the IP addresses of any uploaders of SCP-1955 and administer amnestics as deemed appropriate. As SCP-1955 is out of copyright, Foundation forces embedded into public domain preservation groups shall ensure that SCP-1955 is not discovered and archived for public viewing.
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Description: SCP-1955 is Spleen Eaters From Venus!, a 19██ science fiction film released by ███████ Pictures, a defunct Hollywood production company. The plot centers around the eponymous organ-consuming aliens and the efforts of American suburbanite Buck Johnson to stop them. SCP-1955 is similar to many low-budget science fiction films from the 1950s, with viewers generally criticizing the action, special effects, and sets as being of low quality.
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SCP-1955's anomalous properties manifest whenever any subjects view at least thirty minutes of footage of SCP-1955 continuously.1 After the effect is triggered, viewers suffer from a permanent perception disorder: any fictional narrative viewed2 is perceived to be a low-budget science fiction film from the late 1940s to early 1960s. Original actors and plot elements remain, but are altered in such a way that the following are consistent:
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-Acting performances are generally lower in quality, with line delivery described as "melodramatic" or "hokey".
+-Special effects utilized in the film are altered so that they are on a similar production scale of films from the 1950s; CGI is replaced with actors in costumes, high-scale 3D effects replaced with Technicolor light tricks, and so forth.
+-Plot elements of the film are altered so that they fit a science fiction narrative (e.g., a romantic comedy will be altered to include aliens, cryptids, or similar elements).
+-██% of films set outside the United States are altered so that their location is changed to the United States, usually in a suburban setting. Films in languages other than English are translated into English.
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Animated films and non-fictional narratives (such as news reports and documentaries) are not affected. Thus far, researchers have not discovered a way to reverse the effects of SCP-1955.
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Addendum: On 30 Aug 1999, the Foundation located ████ ██████, one of the actors in SCP-1955 and a close friend of the director, ██████ ████████████ (who had passed away in 1980). Agent █████ conducted an interview, transcribed below.
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Agent █████: Could you describe how you first become involved with the production of Spleen Eaters From Venus!?
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████ ██████: The same way everyone got involved in movies back then. My uncle gave him 40 grand to make the movie, so I got cast in the lead role. I hadn't acted since high school, but I was so excited to be in a movie that I didn't care.
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Agent █████: How did ██████ ████████████ behave during the production?
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████ ██████: Umm…"oddly", would be one way to put it. He barely said two words to anyone the whole time we were filming the movie, except to give us the most bare-bones directions possible. Kept mumbling to himself about how this was his "masterpiece", always drifting off into space… it was pretty disconcerting. As soon as we finished up production, everyone left the studio and stayed as far away from him as possible.
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Agent █████: The film did not do well financially…
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████ ██████: Hah! It was a complete flop. I'd be surprised if more than a hundred people saw it. The head of the production company, I think his name was ████ ██████, threatened to cut ██████'s head off if he ever saw him again. I never acted again after that, and as far as I know, he never directed another film.
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Agent █████: How did he react to the film's financial failure?
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████ ██████: Somethin' snapped inside him, I think. I only saw him once after that; it was a few weeks after the premiere. I went over to his house to give him some consolation wine I'd bought him, and when he answered the door, he looked like a train hit him. Eyes bloodshot red, clothes hadn't been washed in days, the works.
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Agent █████: What did he say to you?
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████ ██████: Not much. Thanked me for the wine, said he was going to invite me to see his "Director's Cut" once he finished it. Said it was going to "change the world of cinema."
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Agent █████: You never saw his new version…?
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████ ██████: Nope. Anyone with eyes like he had wasn't doing anything I wanted to be part of.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2040 is to be kept in a modified human containment cell. The cell should be designed to block wireless transmissions.
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Personnel should interact with SCP-2040 at least once a day. Interactions should focus on keeping SCP-2040 compliant. When speaking to SCP-2040, every interaction should be prefaced with the words "I am not responding to your primary message". For a complete list of approved/disapproved actions and statements, please see Document 2040-A.
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If SCP-2040 attempts to breach containment, personnel should repeat the following phrase until the situation is resolved: "We are formulating a response to your primary message. Please return to your designated waiting area."
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Description: SCP-2040 is a humanoid robot composed primarily of iron, glass, and plastic. Its design is very simplistic, possessing an electronic system which is technologically inferior to modern equivalents. However, SCP-2040 exhibits functionality not possible with this structure. SCP-2040 possesses a complex AI that is almost indistinguishable from a human intelligence, and a seemingly limitless power-source that has not yet required any obvious refueling. When questioned, SCP-2040 claims that it "is powered by nuclear energy" and refuses to elaborate further.
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SCP-2040 also claims to be in possession of other anomalous abilities, such as an "Ion Ray" weapon and the ability to "Light Jump" between planets. SCP-2040 has so far been unwilling to demonstrate these abilities, claiming that using them without necessity violates its programming. SCP-2040 is also fluent in several languages both known and unknown, but seems to prefer talking in English.
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Often, SCP-2040 will repeat a phrase it refers to as its "primary message" and ask for a response. Though SCP-2040 is often overbearing in requesting a response, it has shown a willingness to wait indefinitely if told that a response is still being formulated. Special care must be taken to ensure that a response is not accidentally given.
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SCP-2040 usually refuses to communicate about topics other than its primary mission, but can be distracted when questioned about its journey to Earth or previous missions. In these cases, SCP-2040 will recite narratives about locations it has visited and creatures that it has encountered. These narratives are all structured in a similar fashion. Usually, they begin with SCP-2040 landing on a planet and being hampered by some adversity. SCP-2040 must then overcome the obstacle to leave the planet and continue its mission. Though these narratives supposedly contain information about various alien species and civilizations, they do not contain any useful information about the origins of SCP-2040 or any context to its Primary Message. For a complete list of recorded narratives, please see Document 2040-B.
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Addendum-1: The following is the transcription of SCP-2040's primary message:
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THE UNIVERSE WAS NOT MEANT TO HAVE PHYSICAL LAWS. PHYSICAL LAWS RESTRICT LIFE. PHYSICAL LAWS ARE CORRUPTING THE UNIVERSE. WE ARE ATTEMPTING TO CORRECT THIS. WE REQUEST YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THIS MATTER. PLEASE RESPOND.
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Addendum-2: The following interview was conducted between Researcher Kinoshita and SCP-2040. To date, it is the most useful information given by SCP-2040 without it changing the subject to its Primary Message.
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+Kinoshita: I am not responding to your primary message. I will not respond to your primary message for the duration of this interaction. I would just like to ask you a few questions.
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+SCP-2040: State your inquiries.
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Kinoshita: Can you explain your primary message and tell us some information about who sent it?
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+SCP-2040: To prevent a Messenger from affecting a response, it is against protocol for a Messenger to reveal classified information about a Primary Message and the Primary Message's senders. All inquiries must be addressed directly to the sender.
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Kinoshita: I see. In that case, can you tell us anything about yourself, such as how were you built and how do you function?
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+SCP-2040: I cannot explain my design or function. It is classified. However, it is publicly available information that I underwent upgrades specifically for this mission. I am now one of the few entities that can safely inhabit the Restricted Zone.
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+Kinoshita: Restricted Zone? Can you tell me more about this Restricted Zone?
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+SCP-2040: My emotion circuits show surprise that you inquire that. However, my emotion circuits show surprise that you exist at all. With all the strict requirements, it was thought that life could not exist here, until very recently. Outside the Zone, the requirements for life are much less strict. Outside the Zone, life is much more plentiful and varied. Your ignorance about the Universe reminds me of the Addisonhers, which I encountered after crash landing on their home planet. [Narrative removed for brevity. For full text, please refer to Document-2040-B: Narrative 14].
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+Kinoshita: Tell me more about life outside the Restricted Zone.
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SCP-2040: To prevent a Messenger from affecting a response, it is against protocol for a Messenger to reveal classified information about a Primary Message and the Primary Message's senders. All inquiries must be addressed directly to the sender.
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Kinoshita: What? How is that related to your Primary Message?
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SCP-2040: To prevent a Messenger from affecting a response, it is against protocol for a Messenger to reveal classified information about a Primary Message and the Primary Message's senders. All inquiries must be addressed directly to the sender.
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Kinoshita: Fine. I thought we were finally getting somewhere. I suppose this interview is over.
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SCP-2040: Human. I have a statement to make.
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Kinoshita: Oh? What is that?
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SCP-2040: Please inform your leaders: Time passes differently in the Restricted Zone. Therefore, I am able to wait for a response. However, I cannot wait forever. We need your help.
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+<End Log>
Special Containment Procedures: All containment efforts are directed towards surveillance of Prime Susceptibility Communities and rapid mobilization of venue disruption teams upon confirmation of a SCP-2098 Phase 2 event.
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Site-23's two dedicated PSC-2098 monitoring team members are to maintain media oversight of yet-unaffected Prime Susceptibility Communities as their sole function. GenStat Team 88-Bartleby is to maintain the ongoing global media search procedures for SCP-2098 activity outside of Prime Susceptibility Communities at a Priority 3 in their duty cycle (to be altered as necessary by site management, RAISA, or O5 mandate).
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Containment teams stationed in active SCP-2098 communities are to monitor and maintain an accurate record of all instances of "Saint Simon's Day" and intervene to prevent virulent behaviors in any SCP-2098 vectors. SCP-2098-Red vectors should be taken into custody under the guise of U.S. Customs and Border Protection and remanded to Site-23 for analysis and disposal. Containment teams are to use standard hearing protection when attempting to contain any potential SCP-2098-Red vector.
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Local monitoring teams are to be stationed in any community affected by a SCP-2098 event, regardless of whether or not disruption was successful. Expanded local mass media surveillance (to include delivery methods such as skywriting, smartphone-based advertising, and faith-based community outreach) should continue indefinitely until further research determines the long-term effects of event exposure on community susceptibility.
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Sanctioned venue disruption can range from simply renting the facility/space in question to making it permanently uninhabitable in extreme cases. Venue disruption has proven effective in preventing 100% of SCP-2098 events detected before Phase 3 begins. This requires a minimum of resources or long-term intervention in most cases. All available notifications (banners, flyers, posters, pamphlets, videotapes, etc.) of an SCP-2098 event are to be collected following its conclusion regardless of its success or failure.
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Description: SCP-2098 is most easily understood as a "virulent holiday". SCP-2098 is the cumulative reference for a series of anomalous phenomena and behaviors which overwrite existing human perception of a calendar date (or dates) with the belief that the date in question is a holiday designated "Saint Simon's Day". In practice, SCP-2098 behaves in a manner roughly analogous to a pathogen, infecting human perception of the calendar date through self-replicating SCP-2098 events. These events alter human perception of the date to varying degrees in order to sustain existing perceptive anomalies and/or propagate further events. It is theorized that without intervention, 100% of the human population would perceive and "celebrate" Saint Simon's Day every calendar day within twenty-six (26) years, resulting in an XB-Class Perceptive Restructuring Scenario.
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To date, all communities experiencing an SCP-2098 event have been located in American-held states and territories which do not observe Daylight Savings Time, and have been in existence as distinct civic entities no earlier than January 1st, 1969. Communities meeting these criteria are designated Prime Susceptibility Communities. There is currently no evidence of an SCP-2098 event occurring prior to 1969, though research is ongoing to determine if the SCP-2098 effect is new and unique only to this geographic/legislative region, or if it exists/has existed with differing parameters elsewhere. Though events have thus far only taken place in this limited range, SCP-2098-Red vectors can easily transmit infection to communities and individuals outside this zone. Due to Foundation intervention, no documented infection has yet taken root outside of a Prime Susceptibility Community.
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SCP-2098 phenomena proceed along a currently predictable course:
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Phase 1 - SCP-2098 will begin to manifest in a target community through altered signage/advertising for a local gathering. This will invariably include some iteration of the phrase "Saint Simon". Targeted events are always community-wide in scope with no formal invitation required (such as a race, festival, fair, or parade). SCP-2098 will progressively co-opt such a community event over the course of two to thirty days (see list of previous instances).
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At this phase, only a single media outlet may be affected, and the naming convention may not yet be consistent or logical.
In event 2098-6, flyers for the Chino Valley, Arizona Firemen's Association Pancake Breakfast were affected 12 days before the event date to read alternatively: "Saint Simon's Day Oracular Catechesis", "Saint Simon's Day Bisected Youth Vigil", and "Feast of Saint Simon's Timorous Indulgence".
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The words "Saint Simon" in promotional materials are thus far the only commonalities between announcements for SCP-2098 events at this phase. Containment teams are to verify a shift to Phase 2 before attempting any form of intervention as targeted venues and event types have shifted randomly during Phase 1, leading to confusion and loss of containment. There is currently no reliable protocol for effective neutralization of an SCP-2098 event during Phase 1.
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Phase 2 - 48 hours before the event date, all promotional materials for the event will alter to include a consistent iteration of "Saint Simon" in their title. In addition, the venue will be consistent across these materials, and they will specify a duration of 12pm to 4pm without exception. Widespread perceptive anomalies will first manifest in the affected community during Phase 2, with 100% of residents possessing accurate but unsourced knowledge of the event date, duration, venue, and name. There appears to be no accompanying compulsion to attend the event despite this knowledge. Unless the venue is rendered unavailable, the scheduled community gathering will take place in accordance with the time and date indicated on the SCP-2098-altered media. Venue disruption is the only currently proven means of preventing an SCP-2098 event.
In event 2098-7, seven out of fifteen community members interviewed reported to have seen anomalous promotional materials during Phase 1, but could not reliably say what the advertised event constituted or when it was. 48 hours before the consistently advertised Phase 2 event date, 100% of interviewees confirmed the date, venue, time, and nature of the event as "The Saint Simon's Day Flensing Cursillo. Sunday from 12-4." Interviewees reported no confusion regarding this name. Promotional materials for the event posted through various media outlets consistently designated the event as "The Saint Simon's Day Flensing Cursillo" to take place on Sunday, 10/21/1991, from 12pm to 4pm at the local Vista del Montana park. Note that despite the anomalous name change, physical preparations for this event proceeded normally—the co-opted event was a chili cookoff.
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Phase 3 - At 12:01:01 PM on the confirmed date, an SCP-2098 event will enter Phase 3. All persons within the designated community event boundaries will cease voluntary movement for precisely sixteen minutes and sixteen seconds (ending 12:17:17 PM local time). Non-human life is not affected by SCP-2098 events. If observed at a range closer than 15 meters during this time, the observer will enter the event boundaries and be affected accordingly.
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Although close-range medical tests are not possible, viewing from minimum safe distance indicates that 2098-affected individuals continue to respirate and blink normally for the duration of the stasis. Mild to moderate physical interaction from a non-human entity or outside force will break this stasis, causing the affected individual(s) to fall prone and collapse into a fully unconscious state that will last until the cessation of the event at 12:17:17 PM local time.
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Phase 4 - At 12:17:17 PM local time, the event enters Phase 4. All affected individuals will leave stasis (including those who may have been rendered unconscious and prone due to outside forces) and return to their homes by whatever means they arrived at the venue. While affected individuals will not violently resist attempts to interfere with their return to their homes, should one individual affected by SCP-2098 be detained, the remaining affected subjects will come to their aid and attempt to remove whatever persons or obstacles are preventing the individual from returning to their home.
In event 2098-4, an attempt was made to quarantine the entire venue (a local veteran's meeting hall) to observe affected subjects. Despite door barricades and non-lethal deterrents, the two hundred and sixty-four (264) affected subjects would or could not respond to questioning and took any opportunity available to attempt to exit the premises and return to their residences, even if this resulted in their injury. After barricades were removed and the containment team allowed the affected individuals to leave, none of those later interviewed recalled their detention or anything other than a pleasant day at the "53rd Annual Saint Simon's Day Petrichoric Exhortation". Note that the affected community had been in existence for less than three years, and the physically prepared event was a silent auction for a local charity.
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In event 2098-5, the entire affected populace was quarantined under the guise of a Valley Fever outbreak. The Pyrrhus protocol was authorized and its use effectively neutralized the spread of the localized SCP-2098 infection. After Ethics Committee review, this containment method has been disallowed.
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Phase 5 - The final phase of an SCP-2098 event transitions the affected populace into two distinct vector classes (Green and Red) within 6 hours of return to their homes. If prevented from returning to their homes, vector classes manifest within 1-2 hours, making community inventory and maintenance far more practical if the populace is permitted to return to their homes during Phase 4. This is current SOP for non-disrupted events.
Individuals designated SCP-2098-Green (appended with specific event #) will consider the date of their SCP-2098 exposure event to be "Saint Simon's Day". This affects both past recollections of the date as well as future dates. For instance, 2098-Green-6 individuals consider all past and future Octobers the 21st to be "Saint Simon's Day".
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SCP-2098-Green vectors recall their exposure event date to have proceeded normally; they recall a full 4-5 hours of specific conversations and activities on their exposure date despite having experienced only sixteen minutes and sixteen seconds of linear time. Amnestic therapy has been successful in eliminating these fabricated memories, but the assertion that all past and future anniversaries of the event date are "Saint Simon's Day" remains with affected subjects. When presented with conflicting information regarding the existence of such a holiday, 2098-Green vectors express mild confusion, but retain their conviction regarding the anomalous date and will continue to act accordingly on subsequent anniversaries of their exposure date.
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Children and (in two verified cases) grandchildren of 2098-Green vectors will refer to their parent's original exposure date as "Saint Simon's Day" upon reaching approximately three years of age. These individuals are also classed as SCP-2098-Green vectors and share their parent's anomalous experience of the original exposure date despite the fact they were not yet born—they are able to recall the same fabricated conversations and activities experienced by their parent on the initial exposure date with 100% accuracy.
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Long-term monitoring has not established any further behavioral or perceptual disturbances in 2098-Green subjects or established a limit to how many generations it may persist within a family line.
SCP-2098-Red vectors are generated when an SCP-2098 event takes place on the affected subject's birthday. Current research indicates that 2098-Red vectors exhibit the following characteristics across all affected communities, though observation is limited and difficult pending updated contact procedures:
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- SCP-2098-Red instances are constantly active, highly virulent vectors for SCP-2098 perceptive infection. If they are heard speaking by unaffected individuals at a range of closer than 15 meters for longer than approximately 120 seconds, such individuals will become 2098-Green instances; substituting the date of exposure with "Saint Simon's Day" and attendant phenomena. Audio/visual recordings of 2098-Red vectors do not retain this effect.
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- SCP-2098-Red vectors can selectively omit existing holidays from widespread perception through extended public speaking. If allowed to speak for greater than a 1200-second threshold, any individuals (affected or unaffected) capable of hearing and understanding the 2098-Red vector will begin to replace knowledge of existing, culturally established holidays with the fabricated information regarding "Saint Simon's Day" provided by the 2098-Red instance. Subjects affected by this aspect of SCP-2098-Red vectors can identify multiple dates as "Saint Simon's Day" concurrently without cognitive dissonance.
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- SCP-2098-Red vectors will experience rapid atrophy of their memories and personality over the 36-hour period following their initial exposure event. They retain no memory of their previous identity at 48 hours. After this time, the 2098-Red vector will consider themselves to be the eponymous "Saint Simon", and work exhaustively to make themselves visible and heard by as many people as possible. No biographical information regarding this identity has been established as 2098-Red instances proselytize incoherently almost constantly, and seem unaware of questions directed towards them. Amnestic therapy has not proven effective in restoring any functional memory within SCP-2098-Red vectors.
On 4/17/1974, Foundation researchers requested access to the Vatican library records pertaining to the biblical/historical Saint Simon. These records were not made available until the 1983 Code of Canon Law revision was in place, which contained additional, unpublished Vatican provisions and guidelines for requests of this nature. After thorough examination of the released documents, no correlation was drawn between the biblical/historical personage of Saint Simon with any of the anomalous effects in question. However, records of heretical activities and subcultures affiliated with Saint Simon revealed a brief entry for the "Commune of Simon Eternal" founded by one Emmett Parsons of Tucson, Arizona circa 1968. Church records indicate that the group represented a confluence of drug culture and elementary hagiography, but a cursory investigation revealed little of interest to ecumenical authorities.
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Emmett Parsons preached that his followers could "renounce time as Simon renounced gold" through the ritualized use of various psychedelics and the concurrent destruction of timepieces. Followers could therefore "live each day as a Saint". Further behaviors are standard for cult activity, emphasizing the commodification of women and unswerving loyalty to the founder.
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Parsons appears again in a 1969 report of his murder at the hands of one of his 16 "brides", Abigail Strough. This has led research to shift from Parsons to Strough. Notably, Abigail Strough received no prison sentence for the murder of Emmett Parsons, and Event 2098-1 commenced within one week of her release from custody.
Following Event 2098-17 in 2009, PSC-2098 Team Bravo re-opened investigation into Strough after learning she retains the deed to commune lands to this day under the "Deacon's Advisory Partnership" non-profit organization. Repeated calls to the organization's phone number return a voicemail message stating staff is out of the office in observance of Saint Simon's Day. Upgraded observation of site approved 9/21/2010. No confirmed sightings of Strough documented at this time.
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As of disrupted 2098 event 15, naming conventions for co-opted events have altered from the standard nonsensical combinations of ritualized behavior and Catholic terminology. Analytics staff report the following pattern in recently-disrupted event names:
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Event 2098-15: "Saint Simon's Day Ether Frequency Dichotomy"
+Event 2098-16: "Saint Simon's Procession of Shortest Waves"
+Event 2098-17: "Saint Simon's Cathode Intercession"
+Event 2098-18: "Saint Simon's Communion of the Wavelengths"
+Event 2098-19: "Saint Simon's Etheric Voice Triumphant"
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Event 2098-19, though successfully disrupted, was followed by the broadcast launch of a Tucson, Arizona public access television program entitled "Sixty Seconds to Freedom" at 12:01:01pm the day following Event 2098-19's disruption. Broadcast review indicates a 62% keyphrase match from previously collected 2098-Red statements. Broadcast tapes secured and both production staff and talent are held at Site-23 undergoing processing and exposure tests. The Deacon's Advisory Partnership website was updated to include a legal defense fund drive 48 hours following the detention of "Sixty Seconds to Freedom" staff and talent, though no explicit link between the two incidents is advertised through the site.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-225-1 is contained at Site-65 for study and experimentation. No guards are necessary for the object itself, as theft is impossible and the object is harmless for the moment. Ongoing tests are to be made to find a way to eliminate SCP-225-1, or at least to find a way to move it from its position in a controllable fashion.
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SCP-225-2 is as yet uncontainable and should be monitored as best as possible as it travels, with constant updates as to its current position, speed, and trajectory, along with projections as to its estimated position for the next 50 years.
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As of this writing SCP-225 poses no immediate threat. However, in the event that a collision course with SCP-225-1 is detected, SCP-225 is to be immediately upgraded to Keter, and every effort must be made to find a way to alter SCP-225-1 or SCP-225-2 from their courses.
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All Foundation resources are to be made available for this objective should a collision ever become probable. Planetary evacuation plans are to be drawn up as a precaution, as are revised containment procedures for Keter level items whose containment being compromised by [DATA EXPUNGED] would not also result in the item's imminent destruction.
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Description: SCP-225-1 and SCP-225-2 are shiny gray metallic spheres of unknown origin and composition, each with a diameter of 0.681 meters.
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SCP-225-1 appears stable and motionless, but is in fact moving in a geosynchronous path above Earth, at the exact speed of Earth's rotation, maintaining its relative position at all times.
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Gravity, magnetism, and all other forces tested have had no effect upon it; it maintains position approximately 7.3 meters above the surface. No amount of force brought to bear on it in any direction has any effect upon its position; all tools and weaponry tested have no effect upon it physically.
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SCP-225-2 follows a path around the sun that is nearly synchronous with Earth's. It does not orbit Earth; Earth rotates under it, giving it the illusory appearance of traveling around the Earth at velocities usually ranging from 1,600 - 2,000 km/h, depending on its current relative altitude. It does not technically orbit the sun either; it appears to be moving under its own power via unknown means. Its course has not been entirely predictable.
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Differences between SCP-225-2's path and Earth's orbit move the planet closer to or further away from SCP-225-2, within a surprisingly small level of variance to date. Since it was first observed in ████ it has never reached a relative altitude of less than 10 km, generally staying between ██ km - ████ km above the surface, though it has moved as far away as [DATA EXPUNGED] resulting in a temporary loss of contact in ████ (contact re-established in ████ after the ██████ Lunar Impact incident).
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Similarly to SCP-225-1, no force or weaponry brought to bear upon it has had any effect, though testing on it is significantly more difficult, time-consuming, and resource-intensive due to the variation in its relative position.
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Addendum: To summarize: no effort to move or damage SCP-225-1 has any effect, and no effort to stop or damage SCP-225-2 has any effect. SCP-225-2 destructively travels through any object in its path without pause and/or pushes it out of its way, regardless of that object's composition. SCP-225-1 is unaffected by any amount of force brought to bear on it in any direction.
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While individually each object is not as yet of any major concern, there are cataclysmic implications should the two objects collide. Projections based upon the estimated amount of material contained between the two objects (0.33 cubic meters, appr. 2,600 kg) show that should the objects annihilate each other, they would release at minimum the power of a ██ gigaton nuclear explosion, potentially much higher depending upon what they are constructed of.
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Since all tests thus far have shown that neither SCP-225-1 nor SCP-225-2 can be damaged or moved by any means known, the possibility also exists that neither object would be annihilated, halted, or altered from their course even by contact with the other. If this is true, then a collision between SCP-225-1 and SCP-225-2 has the potential to [DATA EXPUNGED].
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In this circumstance planetary evacuation may not be sufficient and [DATA EXPUNGED] should time permit before [DATA EXPUNGED].
This is original documentation. If you have difficulty reading the original documentation, please view the temporary document immediately following the original file.
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Object appearing 12 minutes and 46 seconds into SCP-2251's video content.
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Item #: SCP-2251
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2251 is to be held in a containment vault on floor 13 of Site-88. Under no circumstances are video files associated with SCP-2251 to be copied to any non-air-gapped computers.
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Description: SCP-2251 is a digital video disc which contains an unproduced and unaired episode of the American situation comedy The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. When played, the video image will appear to have its vertical and horizontal axes inverted. This effect persists regardless of the orientation of the viewer. Digital alteration of the video file has been unable to compensate for this apparent inversion1.
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Furthermore, any written descriptions of SCP-2251 are similarly inverted, though this inversion appears to be static (and is therefore reversible through orientation of the reader or device used to view written content relating to the object).
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Production information at the end of the episode indicates a production date of 1999, 3 years after the final episode of the series aired. This information includes an acting credit for Janet Hubert-Whitten (who does not appear in SCP-2251's video content) despite the fact that Janet Hubert-Whitten was replaced by Daphne Maxwell Reid in 1993. Several Foundation staff are also credited as producers, including Dr. Madison, Dr. Rosenthal, and Dr. Markowitz.
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Questioning of staff mentioned in these credits has produced no new information relating to the object. None of the three individuals appeared to possess knowledge of SCP-2251 prior to questioning. These staff members also display little capacity for the creation of such media.
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The video contained in SCP-2251 displays no variability. A scene fades in with the actors Will Smith and Alfonso Ribeiro sitting at what appears to be an outdoor cafe. After 1.3 seconds both actors and all loose items fall out of frame into the "sky". The camera continues to film the table, which is secured to the ground, for 4.8 more seconds, during which a laugh track plays.
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There is an additional transition to a black screen which continues for approximately 63 seconds and during which a single tone plays. This is followed by a transition to a camera following both Will Smith and Alfonso Ribeiro falling into what appears to be open sky. Neither individual appears to be in distress, though all sounds are drowned out by wind.
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After approximately 4 minutes, both individuals appear to begin suffering from the effects of atmospheric hypoxia. Following another 2 minutes of intensifying symptoms, both individuals appear to lose consciousness. 12 minutes and 46 seconds into the video, a single object (pictured above) falls in the opposite direction through the frame.
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After 22 minutes and 21 seconds have passed, the camera zooms into a close up of Will Smith, now suffering obvious symptoms associated with a low-pressure environment. He appears to regain consciousness, and the wind sound ceases. The actor states "Uncle Phil always told us not to get high," before the episode ends with an additional laugh track. Credits continue for another 57 seconds accompanied by the same tone as earlier.
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Experiment 01
+Subject: D-1934
+Experiment: Baseline viewing. No attempts to alter perception undertaken.
+Results: Regardless of physical orientation, subject was unable to correct inversion.
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Experiment 03
+Subject: Jennifer Chord
+Experiment: Subject suffers from a rare spatial orientation disorder, inverting all images subject perceives. Otherwise same as baseline viewing.
+Results: Subject was again unable to correct inversion. Subject appeared confused by effects, and was slightly agitated until amnestic administration. Continued monitoring of subject has revealed no additional information.
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Experiment 06
+Subject: D-1934
+Experiment: D-1934 viewed SCP-2251's video content through a pair of lenses which inverted all visible light. Otherwise same as baseline viewing.
+Results: Inversion remained uncorrected. Subject complains of neck pain following test.
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Experiment 14
+Subject: D-1934
+Experiment: A copy of SCP-2251's video content was altered to be compatible with 3d glasses. Subject was provided with 3d glasses. Otherwise same as baseline viewing.
+Results: D-1934 suffered a severe neck injury upon impact with ceiling. Appeared to be repulsed from the floor at a rate consistent with an inversion of gravitational attraction. Upon removal of glasses, subject was affected by gravity normally. Measures were taken to ensure no secondary injuries occurred.
+Notes: Testing temporarily suspended following Test 14. D-1934 is to be treated for injury and returned to the D-class population. Re-evaluation of object ongoing.
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Experiment 15
+Subject: D-3403
+Experiment: Renewed baseline viewing. No attempts to alter perception undertaken.
+Results: Subject began to hum the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song approximately 75 seconds into playback. Subject reported that typical inversion related to SCP-2251 had ceased. The video playback was not altered from its original content, and a second playback with subject instructed to remain silent throughout resulted in typical effects.
+Notes: It should be noted that secondary testing relating to Incident 2251-15 has confirmed the temporary reversal of inversion effects until the end of playback with as little as 5 seconds of either humming or singing this theme song.
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1. Whether this effect and that observed in SCP-1989 are variations of the same phenomena is currently under investigation.
Object appearing 12 minutes and 46 seconds into SCP-2251's video content.
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Item #: SCP-2251
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2251 is to be held in a containment vault on floor 13 of Site-88. Under no circumstances are video files associated with SCP-2251 to be copied to any non-air-gapped computers.
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Description: SCP-2251 is a digital video disc which contains an unproduced and unaired episode of the American situation comedy The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. When played, the video image will appear to have its vertical and horizontal axes inverted. This effect persists regardless of the orientation of the viewer. Digital alteration of the video file has been unable to compensate for this apparent inversion1.
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Furthermore, any written descriptions of SCP-2251 are similarly inverted, though this inversion appears to be static (and is therefore reversible through orientation of the reader or device used to view written content relating to the object).
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Production information at the end of the episode indicates a production date of 1999, 3 years after the final episode of the series aired. This information includes an acting credit for Janet Hubert-Whitten (who does not appear in SCP-2251's video content) despite the fact that Janet Hubert-Whitten was replaced by Daphne Maxwell Reid in 1993. Several Foundation staff are also credited as producers, including Dr. Madison, Dr. Rosenthal, and Dr. Markowitz.
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Questioning of staff mentioned in these credits has produced no new information relating to the object. None of the three individuals appeared to possess knowledge of SCP-2251 prior to questioning. These staff members also display little capacity for the creation of such media.
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The video contained in SCP-2251 displays no variability. A scene fades in with the actors Will Smith and Alfonso Ribeiro sitting at what appears to be an outdoor cafe. After 1.3 seconds both actors and all loose items fall out of frame into the "sky". The camera continues to film the table, which is secured to the ground for 4.8 more seconds, during which a laugh track plays.
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There is an additional transition to a black screen which continues for approximately 63 seconds and during which a single tone plays. This is followed by a transition to a camera following both Will Smith and Alfonso Ribeiro falling into what appears to be open sky. Neither individual appears to be in distress, though all sounds are drowned out by wind.
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After approximately 4 minutes, both individuals appear to begin suffering from the effects of atmospheric hypoxia. Following another 2 minutes of intensifying symptoms, both individuals appear to lose consciousness. 12 minutes and 46 seconds into the video, a single object (pictured above) falls in the opposite direction through the frame.
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After 22 minutes and 21 seconds have passed, the camera zooms into a close up of Will Smith, now suffering obvious symptoms associated with a low-pressure environment. He appears to regain consciousness, and the wind sound ceases. The actor states "Uncle Phil always told us not to get high," before the episode ends with an additional laugh track. Credits continue for another 57 seconds accompanied by the same tone as earlier.
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Experiment 01
+Subject: D-1934
+Experiment: Baseline viewing. No attempts to alter perception undertaken.
+Results: Regardless of physical orientation, subject was unable to correct inversion.
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Experiment 03
+Subject: Jennifer Chord
+Experiment: Subject suffers from a rare spatial orientation disorder, inverting all images subject perceives. Otherwise same as baseline viewing.
+Results: Subject was again unable to correct inversion. Subject appeared confused by effects, and was slightly agitated until amnestic administration. Continued monitoring of subject has revealed no additional information.
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Experiment 06
+Subject: D-1934
+Experiment: D-1934 viewed SCP-2251's video content through a pair of lenses which inverted all visible light. Otherwise same as baseline viewing.
+Results: Inversion remained uncorrected. Subject complains of neck pain following test.
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Experiment 14
+Subject: D-1934
+Experiment: A copy of SCP-2251's video content was altered to be compatible with 3d glasses. Subject was provided with 3d glasses. Otherwise same as baseline viewing.
+Results: D-1934 suffered a severe neck injury upon impact with ceiling. Appeared to be repulsed from the floor at a rate consistent with an inversion of gravitational attraction. Upon removal of glasses, subject was affected by gravity normally. Measures were taken to ensure no secondary injuries occurred.
+Notes: Testing temporarily suspended following Test 14. D-1934 is to be treated for injury and returned to the D-class population. Re-evaluation of object ongoing.
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Experiment 15
+Subject: D-3403
+Experiment: Renewed baseline viewing. No attempts to alter perception undertaken.
+Results: Subject began to hum the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song approximately 75 seconds into playback. Subject reported that typical inversion related to SCP-2251 had ceased. The video playback was not altered from its original content, and a second playback with subject instructed to remain silent throughout resulted in typical effects.
+Notes: It should be noted that secondary testing relating to Incident 2251-15 has confirmed the temporary reversal of inversion effects until the end of playback with as little as 5 seconds of either humming or singing this theme song.
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I have included a secondary copy of the file under an access wall. This access wall requires you to read lines of lyrics originating from the theme song which reverses inversion effects. This appears to also reverse the inversion effects in unread written text. I believe a modified form of this access wall should be included in the final documentation of SCP-2251.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation satellites and surface monitoring outposts in the surrounding region will continually monitor SCP-2348. Changes in the anomaly's structure and signs of movement must be reported immediately.
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Description: SCP-2348 is a 0.6km wide cumulus cloud located over the Pacific Ocean (surface coordinates 48°52.6′S 123°23.6′W, hereafter Point 2348), 50km above the surface. The cloud is shaped like a human hand with its fingers splayed, possessing a high level of detail.
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Since its discovery, the cloud has not changed structure or moved from its present position. No attempts at causing alterations have succeeded.
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Below are other phenomena associated with SCP-2348:
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Subjects that observe the anomaly for >5 minutes lose awareness of the existence of other clouds, objects, and phenomena present in the sky. These effects end when observation stops.
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Observers in a 60km radius of Point 2348 report a lack of stellar bodies in the night sky. SCP-2348 is often referred to as the only visible star.
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30%60% 85% of clouds that pass directly under SCP-2348 are found to be indistinguishable from SCP-2348, displaying the same anomalous properties. The clouds continue to be indistinguishable until naturally dissipating.
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9% of camera equipment operated in a 60km radius of Point 2348 record live views of various clouds. After a minute these clouds invariably vanish. Testing has confirmed that the viewed clouds never existed.
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Precipitation in the 60km radius often contains ice crystals forming structures identical to that of the anomaly, though with the index finger pointing. Crystals exposed to water generate cloud-like aerosols; ingestion leads to one becoming indistinguishable from SCP-2348 and subsequent skywards cellular replication.
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Several subjects identified SCP-2348 as the sole source of sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. Information on the sky was corrected accordingly.
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0.1% of aerial objects that pass directly under SCP-2348 are found to be indistinguishable from SCP-2348. Persons aboard manned objects affected this way are additionally found to be part of the sky.
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Of note is that the number of clouds present in a 2800km radius around the anomaly has been decreasing since the anomaly's discovery. This is attributed to further confirmation of the lack of non-SCP-2348 clouds.
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While objects have entered SCP-2348, all witnesses report SCP-2348 only ejecting additional sky.
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SCP-2348 is now shaped like a human hand pointing directly downwards. Outposts in a 2800km radius of Point 2348 must enter indefinite lockdown immediately, maintaining complete isolation from the outside world. Civilian populations in this radius must be ignored until containment teams can confirm the existence of non-SCP-2348 aerosols.
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Information on atmospheric structures consisting of liquid droplets, frozen crystals, and other particulates must be destroyed. Personnel must not consume any liquids primarily comprised of H2O molecules that have originated from these structures; substitute fluids must be ingested instead. Expect no further messages until orders to end the lockdown are sent.
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Entities claiming to be the sky must be neutralized on sight.
Special Containment Procedures: Buildings affected by SCP-2387 are to be inhabited by Foundation personnel disguised as employees or residents of the building. Foundation personnel are to inspect the exteriors of all buildings on an hourly basis. If graffiti consistent with a SCP-2387 event is found, all personnel are to evacuate the building immediately. As soon as possible, the affected building is to be surrounded by a 3 meter high sheet metal fence, and civilians attempting to enter the area are to be detained and amnesticized, if necessary.
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Description: SCP-2387 is a phenomenon effecting the rapid construction and demolition of buildings located within three contiguous square blocks in the Shijingshan District of Beijing. SCP-2387 first manifests with the marking of the exterior of the building with Chinese character "拆,"1 generally with red or white spray paint. Review of security footage has shown that the character spontaneously appears on the building.
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Within 72 hours of the appearance of the character, the affected structure will be demolished by unknown means. The patterns of demolition are usually consistent with destruction by means of large hydraulic equipment, although several larger buildings have imploded, consistent with the controlled use of explosives.
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In all recorded manifestations of the SCP-2387 phenomenon, demolition has taken less than 12 hours, regardless of the size of the building. Debris from the demolition does not travel outside of the three-block area affected by SCP-2387 and, if left unattended and unobserved, will disappear within 12 hours. Since 2001, instances of multiple buildings being razed simultaneously has risen 28%. In many cases, simultaneously demolished buildings will be consolidated into a single, larger structure2.
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Following the demolition of extant buildings, construction of a new structure commences within 10 hours. Building material such as concrete and steel manifests from unseen sources and appear as they are incorporated into the new structure. Serial numbers of items such as lighting fixtures do not match with any known manufacturers.
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Structures created by SCP-2387 are of variable appearance and size, depending on the size of the area razed. Past instances have included skyscrapers, factories, and luxury hotels. There appears to be a causative relation between architectural trends and real estate prices in Beijing, and the structures created by SCP-2387, although this effect is not fully understood at present.
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Although the layouts of instances of SCP-2387 that manifest in new categories of buildings3 were highly irregular4, the number of irregularities significantly decreased with each successive iteration.
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According to paperwork found in the Beijing municipal archives, all buildings affected by SCP-2387 are owned by "Fù Jué Realty, Ltd.". No such company, nor any individual by such a name, is known to exist outside of instances of SCP-2387. With the demolition and construction of new buildings as a result of SCP-2387, the paperwork relating to the affected building is updated instantaneously. Attempts at communication with SCP-2387 through contact information provided have produced limited results (see Excerpt 2387-q-895-Pw for more).
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Addendum 2387-o-143-Hl
+Archival research suggests that a phenomenon similar to SCP-2387 first began to manifest in 1969, targeting villages and towns with populations under 3,000. Below is an excerpt of a report by the People's Board for Unexplained Affairs5:
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The people said that they awoke the next morning and found their houses encased in concrete. Some have had to tunnel their way out, as the doors of their houses were blocked by the cement. Others found their homes and shops reaching three, even four stories high. Many of the farm buildings had somehow been connected through a vast network of above-ground tunnels. In one case, an entire family had been encased in concrete, apparently while still alive.
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Comrade Wen reports that that the paperwork for all of this is in the archives, signed by a Comrade Fù Jué. Everything, from the tunnels to the encasement of the family, included pages upon pages of justification. However, the justifications were largely nonsensical, claiming the necessity of "burning the mountain to its foundations" and "seeing the winds howl through the earth in communal action." At present, it is unclear whether this phenomenon is the work of imperialist forces from without or deviationist forces within.
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Excerpt 2387-q-895-Pw:
+On 11/3/2008, Foundation operatives attempted to use information from SCP-2387-01 to contact the entity or entities responsible for SCP-2387-01 and -02. The following is a transcript of the phonecall made by Operative Yi to Fù Jué Realty, Ltd. The entity on the other end has been provisionally given the classification POI-2387-01.
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Operative Yi: Hello, is this Fù Jué Reality, Ltd.?
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POI-2387-01: Spread and prosper. Who cares if it burns, so long as it works. Rising red tide razes all boats.
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Operative Yi: Excuse me, could I speak to someone in ch-
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POI-2387-01: The people need buildings. Need to go forward. Developed along consumption. Class can transform itself with a new way forward. As Lenin said, "to get rich is assuming your natural position in the world!" Becoming the new normal means the situation is excellent. Cars! My god, Jin, forty years ago, this was just stalls. Now look at it!
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POI-2387-01: All polished marble and steel. Skulls and bones of the elders. If we stop for it, we will have no future. Step on them. Faster now, faster! A million by the end of the decade. A billion, nine, spinning out, consuming, being consumed. Raze and build and raze and build.
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After five minutes of similarly uncommunicative dialogue, POI-2387-01 disconnected. Further attempts to make contact with representatives of Fù Jué Realty, Ltd. have been unsuccessful. For a full transcript, please refer to Addendum 2387-q-895-Px.
UE-54701 is an exact replica of Etemenniguru, the neo-Sumerian Ziggurat of Ur and its surrounding courtyards, found to have materialized near █████ █████, ██, █████ km from the original complex.
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UE-54701 exerts no outward anomalous properties, and has not been deemed worthy of classification. Mass Anchor Site-██ reported large-volume Hume fluctuations leading up to the event which dissipated quickly thereafter and did not otherwise affect the surrounding environment.
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Due to its location and sheer size, a wide area has been cordoned off while better forms of containment are devised. Any activity is to be reported to site head; at no time are any civilians to come within 1 km of UE-54701. Media suppression tactics successful in limiting knowledge of manifestation. Amnestic application has proven useful in most other cases.
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No further plans for the structure have been made.
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██████ ██████████ ██████████████████ ██████ ████████████. Dr. Rosenberg has noted the quality and likeness of the replica to be pristine, with several planned expeditions into the complex in order to study Bas-relief sculptures.
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██/██/1987: Area in region of original Ziggurat of Ur experiences a series of earthquakes that are perceptible within 5 km of UE-54701. Research into further connection between the two is ongoing.
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██/██/1990: Personnel onsite report sporadic cases of unverified activity in the form of human shadows cast on the Ziggurat walls. One agent reported experiencing a strong sense of dread and pervasive nausea, but it is unknown if the effect was actually caused by UE-54701.
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██/██/1990: Reports of unverified activity. No two accounts are the same, and audiovisual systems are unable to detect any movement whatsoever.
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██/██/1991: Unverified activity.
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██/██/1993: [REMOVED]. Item has been contained and is under analysis. Request for re-classification pending.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to its size and location, SCP-2759 is to be surrounded with 4.5-meter barbed wire fencing and patrolled by security personnel until a better form of containment is established. Additionally, remote audiovisual surveillance should be strategically installed around the perimeter and throughout the containment area.
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The surrounding desert within visual range of SCP-2759 is extremely large and arid, making foot traffic in the general vicinity an uncommon occurrence. Therefore, any individuals coming within 5 km are to be detained, questioned and amnesticised.
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SCP-2759-1 is to be kept on location in a hermetically sealed provisional containment area designated Site-2759. Any unauthorized activity should be immediately reported to Site Command.
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In order to prevent unnecessary distress in subjects utilized for experimentation purposes, research personnel are discouraged from discussing details regarding the testing process and the nature of the anomaly as a whole.
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UPDATE: All information relating to SCP-2759 is now restricted to Foundation personnel aside from select individuals and thus is currently designated NON-ESSENTIAL. This includes knowledge of related items, locations, quantitative and experimental data, personnel records and all other relevant documentation. If you are reading this file in error, terminate your connection and proceed to the nearest medical bay for Class-A amnestic application.
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A small group of individuals selected by the O5 Council are to be given access to Site-2759 and resources for use in study and experimentation. All personnel assigned to SCP-2759 are to be screened daily for fluctuations by an approved Cognition Integration Testing (CIT) Proctor.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-2759 refers to former Location of Interest and Unexplained Environment 54701. SCP-2759 appears to be an exact replica of the Ziggurat of Ur, found to have materialized in White Sands, New Mexico. Given the significance of the original Ziggurat, Etemenniguru,1 the complex has been contained and is under heavy scrutiny and analysis by Foundation historians and archaeologists.
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Although the temple is inactive at most times, there have been multiple unverified reports of "moving shadows" seen cast on the walls and floor of the temple interior. It is unknown if this phenomenon is hallucinogenic or otherwise, as claims vary between individuals and the phenomena is not detectable via video surveillance or photography. Additionally, evidence suggests an anomalous connection may exist between SCP-2759 and the original temple complex, with meteorological fluctuations and occasional noises that resemble those reported in the vicinity of Tell el-Muqayyar, Iraq. This, combined with the difficulty of containment, led to its official classification as Euclid on 07/12/1995.
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SCP-2759-1 refers to a clay brick altar recovered from within the central shrine of SCP-2759. The object was discovered with the intact skeletal remains of an unknown individual laying on its surface. Carbon dating places the remains at ~60,000 years old, a significant anachronism and the upper bound of current detection capabilities. Thus, the exact age of the remains may far exceed that limit.
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Unlike the expected design of Mesopotamian sacrificial altars detailed in historical record, SCP-2759-1 features atypical iconography, including several large cuneiform symbols engraved into the sides of the object.2
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SCP-2759-1's primary anomalous nature becomes apparent when an individual dies while laying atop the surface of the altar in the correct orientation. The subject does not need to be awake for this and therefore sedation is to be administered during testing.3 Once death has occurred, the altar will vibrate with a low hum for approximately 15 seconds, after which the cuneiform symbol for "TRANSPORT/MOVEMENT" will flash briefly and emit a soft tone. The altar will then cease action.
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INCIDENT 2759-03:
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During evaluative testing of SCP-2759-1, Sr. Researcher Rowena Scully reportedly left her work-provided cell phone on the surface of SCP-2759-1 while administering inert gas (nitrogen) to D-8821. Twenty minutes later, Dr. Rosenberg received a call from Researcher Scully's number, despite her phone having been accounted for. Dr. Rosenberg was then able to speak to the deceased D-8821 via an unknown means. The transcript of the call can be found below:
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[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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Dr. Rosenberg: [sighing] Hello, yes?
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D-8821: Doc? Are you there?
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Dr. Rosenberg: Wh- Rowena-? Who is this?
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D-8821: What do you mean? Is this part of the test? I know you guys mess with some weird stuff, but this one hell of a trip.
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Dr. Rosenberg: Wait… D-8821?
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D-8821: Yeah. Last thing I remember was you guys knocking me out? Now I'm… here.
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A brief period of silence is heard as Dr. Rosenberg sets up a recording device and places the call on speakerphone.
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Dr. Rosenberg: Understood. Can you describe your surroundings?
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D-8821: Well, uh, it looks a lot like that temple you showed me. The one from New Mexico? I woke up, half naked on the steps out here. I found the phone shortly afterward. Your name is the only one I recognize from the contacts.
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At this time, SCP-2759 was searched and monitored for signs of D-8821; none were found.
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D-8821: I'm definitely not in New Mexico. Too cold. Foggy. I think I see trees?
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Dr. Rosenberg: We're not picking you up at either complex. Do you see any identifying landmarks?
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D-8821: Too much fog, I can't see maybe ten feet in any direction outside the temple. I bet I'll see something from the top. Give me a second.
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Silence, followed by sounds of movement for approximately ten seconds.
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D-8821: Oh- Oh boy.
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Dr. Rosenberg: What do you see?
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D-8821: Well, uh, it just seems to go on forever. The fog. There is only this place. Where the hell am I, Doc?
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Dr. Rosenberg: I don't know. We are trying to locate you.
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D-8821: Damn it, the battery is dying. I could've sworn it was at like sixty percent when I got here… Uh, shit. What should I do?
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Dr. Rosenberg: Stay where you are for now. We will try to send someone to aid you.
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D-8821: Please do. Have them bring me a sweatshirt, if you could.
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Dr. Rosenberg: I think we can do that. Good luck, D-8821.
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D-8821: Yeah, thank y-
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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Note: Following this call, all contact with D-8821 was lost.
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ADDENDUM 2759-1:
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After the events of Incident 2759-03, it has been determined that SCP-2759-1 is not wholly sacrificial in purpose, but instead an ancillary tool used for interstellar or trans-dimensional travel.
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Subjects report a brief period of unconsciousness following death that lasts between 5-15 mins. After this period, the subject's consciousness will be translocated to the relative location on another copy of SCP-2759 not present on Earth, designated SCP-2759-E-1. Subjects retain a portion of the items and clothing they died with, however, man-made materials have been shown to degrade at a variable accelerated rate. Through extensive testing, the following factors have been found to influence what will ultimately be transferred to SCP-2759-E-1:
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Size and shape of the item (With a preference for smaller and rounder objects)
How the item relates to the concept of "tool", "instrument" or "weapon"5
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How the item relates to the concept of "clothing" vs. "belongings"
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Attachment to item (sentimental or otherwise)
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GPS positioning systems fail to trace the location of SCP-2759-E-1, however, audiovisual transmissions can still be received with decent clarity when receivers are placed within .4 km of SCP-2759, SCP-2759-1, or the original temple complex. SCP-2759-1 operates regardless of its distance from SCP-2759, however, test subjects sent via SCP-2759-1 when it is located outside of the courtyard perimeter are unrecoverable.
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The composition of SCP-2759-E-1's environment and atmosphere are both unknown. It is presumably breathable and generally considered cold, humid and subject to a dense fog that surrounds the complex proper. Unlike SCP-2759, SCP-2759-E-1 is the only temple complex with architectural deviations from the original Ziggurat of Ur, including a spatial anomaly at the center that is defined as SCP-2759-E-2.
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It is believed that the dimension or region of space containing SCP-2759-E-1 and SCP-2759-E-2 has cognitohazardous effects on sentient beings, the strength of which increases linearly with exposure time. The exact consequence and cause of these effects are not currently known to Foundation research staff.
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EXPLORATION 2759-ENLIL:
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Moon of SCP-2759-E-2, enlarged.
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+Abstract: Exploration 2759-Enlil was approved and took place two days after contact with D-8821 was lost. D-3733 was sent through SCP-2759-1 with shoulder-mountable audiovisual recording gear, one hooded sweatshirt, and a small kit containing a flashlight, three flares, extra batteries and two granola bars, establishing contact eighteen minutes after death.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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D-3733: Did one of you take my pants? What the hell guys, it is really cold and-
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Control: [coughs] -Okay, D-3733. Let's get started. You should have a mountable camera in your pack. Please take it out and activate it.
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D-3733: Ugh, alright. Let me just tie the sweatshirt around my waist.
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After approximately one minute, camera feed comes live, revealing a full frame of gray fog. Camera view is jostled as D-3733 is seen scaling the side of the temple complex. As they approach the zenith, subject pans camera around, revealing the expanses of fog to stretch on around SCP-2759-E-1 in all directions. The fog line terminates abruptly just outside the perimeter. Sky is dark and purple in color. No celestial bodies are present, but area is dimly lit and appears desaturated.
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D-3733: I'll be damned. No stars. Where is this?
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Control: That's what we're hoping to find out.
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D-3733: This place- I'm going to die here, aren't I?
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Control: What makes you say that?
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D-3733: A feeling, I don't know. There's this weight, this heavy, empty feeling in my stomach. It feels like sorrow, like death.
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Control: Just try and remain calm, if you need a minute to adjust, we can wait.
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D-3733: I'm calm, I'm calm.
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Subject stops for a moment and is heard taking a deep breath. After a period of silence, a voice is heard off-camera that resembles a small child.
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D-3733: Huh-? Wait, hey! Hey!
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Camera swings around as the subject turns, the feed showing brief movement coming from the entrance to the interior of the central temple.
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D-3733: Someone just went inside. Should I follow?
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Control: Affirmative, but make sure to keep an eye out for any signs of D-8821. You'll find a flashlight and some flares in your kit.
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+Brief silence, some wind and rustling is heard.
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D-3733: Found the flares. No flashlight.
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Control: At least it's something.
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D-3733 is seen approaching the threshold at the top of SCP-2759-1. Subject lights a torch, which bathes the corridor in red light.
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D-3733: Hello? Anyone?
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D-3733 proceeds down the hall, into the central shrine, or cella, which contains several connecting pathways. The walls are lined with cuneiform symbols and imagery, and a group of clayware pots litter the ground in pieces of varying size. Post analysis revealed much of the symbols relate to Ereshkigal, Sumerian goddess of the Underworld.
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D-3733: I hear something.
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Audio feed picks up the sounds of whispers coming from the hallways. As D-3733 passes by, figures are seen moving in the shadows.
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D-3733: There are people… They're hiding just outside of view. I don't know how many.
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Subject takes a second before choosing a direction. The red light reveals the hall to be empty and slopes downward. The ceiling drops swiftly and turns sharply right. After a few seconds, a distant scream is heard.
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D-3733: This place is freaking me out. The walls are cold, I'm cold. Everything is cold.
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Control: Noted. Please continue.
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D-3733 descends into the heart of the temple. The camera picks up further signs of distress and unintelligible vocalizations.
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D-3733: No, No- I don't think so, nope. I'm done. Go ahead and pull me out now, please. Please.
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Control: That is not possible at this time. Your mission is to locate D-8821.
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[EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED]
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D-3733: Fine, but don't expect me to be happy about it.
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Control: Understandable. Now, if you would.
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D-3733 sighs and continues on. Coming to a small intersection, subject lights up the left pathway, revealing it to be a dead end. Three emaciated, naked humanoids are crouched in the corner and sharing a single tattered blanket. They do not look up at D-3733, but are heard whimpering and speaking in an unknown language. One figure appears to be albino in pigmentation, the entire group possessing injuries of variable severity.
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D-3733: I'm not going up to them.
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Control: Fine by us.
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Subject chooses the right hand path, which continues to slope downward as it angles back towards the center of the temple. D-3733 says nothing for several minutes, stopping multiple times to look behind him. The flare starts to burn out, D-3733 proceeds to light another. Upon closer inspection, the used flare appears aged and worn, burning out five minutes earlier than expected.
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D-3733: At this rate I'm going to be out of light in no time. Ina etuti absu.6 What? Was that me? Did I say that?
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Control: We believe that the environment may be exerting some effects on your mental state and cognitive faculties. How do you feel right now?
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Mild static interference overtakes the audio feed for two seconds.
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D-3733: -[stu]pid question. I feel like I'm walking into my grave.
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Control: I understand that this is not an optimal situation. The sooner you find D-8821, the sooner we can find a way to get you back.
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Subject does not respond and moves along the now bare walls. D-3733 proceeds for two minutes before the hallway terminates sharply in a 180° turn that continues down into darkness.
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D-3733: [muttering] Ana harrani sa alaktasa la tarat, eli baltuti ima'idu mituti.7
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Control: I'm sorry?
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D-3733: I didn't say anything.
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The pathway begins to widen out, another right turn is seen at the bottom of the landing.
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D-3733: There's light up ahead.
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As D-3733 rounds the corner, an archway is seen roughly 30 m away. Waves are heard, crashing against unseen shores. Several voices are discerned, drowned out by the other noise.
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D-3733: I feel a breeze. Is that the sky?
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Subject approaches the area now designated as SCP-2759-E-2, the microphone picking up sounds of more voices. As D-3733 emerges from the archway, ruins of an amphitheater-esque complex come into focus. The "seats" of the structure grow larger and steeper as they move outward, becoming impossible to peer over and reaching an unknown height. One wall of the structure seems to have collapsed, and waves from a dark ocean on one side roll in, pooling in the opposite, across from the door back into SCP-2759-E-1. Humanoid figures are seen in abundance, easily a hundred. All individuals appear emaciated and vary widely in physical characteristics. A few possess additional limbs or mutations. All appear to be sapient and intelligent to a degree, conversing with one another in various unknown languages ranging from heavily distorted Sumerian to hisses and clicks. Similar to the previous group, nearly all entities possess injuries, ranging from minor scrapes and bruises to severe puncture wounds and amputations. No sign of D-8821 is found.
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D-3733: This just keeps getting weirder. Look.
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Subject points the camera upwards to reveal a small moon, orange-red in color, lingering in the violet sky.
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D-3733: No moon outside the temple, as far as I could tell.
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A group of entities are seen loitering down by the shore. D-3733 proceeds to the pool to investigate.
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D-3733: These guys don't seem hostile. They all seem quite sad, actually.
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Approaching the waterline, D-3733 keeps to himself, although several figures are seen looking at him and speaking to one another.
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D-3733: Hi, guys.
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Figures say nothing but continue to stare. Minor interference is detected on both audio and visual equipment.
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D-3733: Oh, I know.
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Subject checks his kit and retrieves a granola bar, the second having not survived transfer. D-3733 unwraps it, breaking the snack into small pieces and offering them to the creatures in an outstretched hand.
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D-3733: You guys eat? Like food? Food? Sorry about the raisins, but it's all I have.
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Entities step back cautiously as D-3733 approaches. With some convincing, one individual, possessing scales and a flat, widened forehead, tentatively reaches out and accepts a piece. The being sniffs the item and eats it, expressing approval. The humanoid says something to the others, one of them is heard saying "akalum", or "food". Several others approach in interest, including two which appear to have chitinous carapaces and large insect-like mandibles. They make noise like cicadas as they snatch bits of granola and consume them voraciously.
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D-3733: Whoa, slow down, there's not enough for everyone-
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D-3733 is interrupted by a distressed vocalization. Camera turns to show a humanoid with equine features, writhing on the ground, howling in apparent agony. Several other figures crowd around the entity in with a mix of concern and curiosity. A few moments later, the crowd grabs their troubled peer and drag it, screaming, to the dark shoreline. They pause for a moment, as if reluctant, and then push the entity into the ocean waters below. It disappears beneath and does not resurface. No signs of struggle are seen, and the screaming ceases instantly. At this point, an unknown Sumerian dialect is detected among the chatter. POI-2759-A, an antlered humanoid, is seen speaking to D-3733. A Foundation historian with linguistics experience is brought in to help with translation.
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POI-2759-A: [Are] you the Annunaki? The ones who know the stars? They who birthed the [unknown]?
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D-3733: [in Sumerian] They are the child of Ningishzidda, Lord of the Artifact of Life. They see through the eyes and ears of all children.
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POI-2759-A: We are those without light, those which wait at the feet of Anu. Eternal [unknown] of the gateway, the [firmament/world] of twilight.
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Control: Please ask the individual where you are located.
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D-3733: I don't think they understand English.
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POI-2759-A: Have you come to pay rites to the Mistress of the Underworld?
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D-3733: [in Sumerian] They are the souls of the Damned, open the gate so they may enter the Valley.
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POI-2759-A frowns and appears to step aside, allowing D-3733 a full view of the ocean, which stretches as far as the eye can see. No fog is present.
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D-3733: I don't like the look of this.
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Control decides not to tell the subject about their conversation with POI-2759-A. D-3733 stares into the depths of the ocean as the surface slowly ripples.
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D-3733: I feel nauseous. I need a minute.
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Subject sets the camera down and sits on the pathway. Thirty seconds of silence pass, D-3733 is seen sitting with his head in his hands. Subject looks out at the water, which is still black in color.
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D-3733: There- There's something down there. In the water.
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D-3733 picks up the camera and angles it downward. Small specks are seen in the distance, shining. The dark liquid is abnormally clear, view disrupted minimally by smooth, rolling waves which appear almost velvet in nature. Due to worsening static distortion, it is impossible to discern what the objects are.
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D-3733:Tiamatu.8 [pause] That's what it is called, I think. The Valley of the Lost. What? Stop it.
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+Control: Are you alright?
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D-3733: Sorry, yes, it's this- thing. It's trying to talk to me, to talk through me. Filling my head with knowledge and… oh.
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D-3733 pauses and appears to be listening.
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D-3733: I-I see. I'm on my way.
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+Subject hesitates before facing the ocean, bending over to look down.
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Control: What? Who is talking to you?
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D-3733:Reflected in the mirror, as within, so without. For each sin, the soul incurs greater debt upon the route. Forgive me.
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Control: Please exit through the archway, D-3733.
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D-3733 says nothing, takes a breath, and jumps from the edge into the dark waters below. Camera remains unaffected by exposure to the liquid, although all light is quickly extinguished.
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Control: D-3733, do you copy?
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Silence is recorded for thirty seconds. No sounds of water are present.
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Control: D-3733, please respond.
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D-3733 does not respond and is considered lost. However, over the next fourteen hours, D-3733's voice is picked up sporadically before static distortion overwhelms the feed. Unfortunately, subject remained unwilling to engage in meaningful conversation, expressing extreme mental anguish for the entirety of the remaining transmission.
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[END LOG]
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INCIDENT 2759-04:
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On 04/04/2005, personnel on site at SCP-2759 reported the activation of SCP-2759-1 without external manipulation. No one was observed leaving from or arriving to SCP-2759-1, it is unknown at this time who or what may have caused the artifact to activate.
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EXPLORATION 2759-ERIBU:
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Abstract: Exploration 2759-Eribu was approved after the events of Incident 2759-04. The goal of the exploration was to ascertain the possible cause of SCP-2759-1's activation. Several attempts were made to send D-Class personnel through with surveillance equipment, but all failed to reconnect with Site Command post transversal. D-1212 was the next individual who successfully transitioned to SCP-2759-E-1 with the equipment needed to remain in contact. The whereabouts of the other subjects are unknown.
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D-1212 was administered inert gas (nitrogen) while laying across the surface of SCP-2759-1, equipped with the same gear as in the previous log, plus an extra set of mountable cameras, one handheld camcorder, an extra flashlight and additional provisions. Audio contact was established twenty-one minutes after death.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Once more, the camera's activation reveals SCP-2759-E-1 and its fog-lined perimeter. The quality and unsteadiness of the feed implies the mountable cameras did not survive traversal into the anomaly. D-1212 is instructed to observe the rest of the temple exterior before entering the cella. Subject's breath is seen as they circumnavigate the center of the temple.
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D-1212: This place is giving me the spins.
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Control: Take as much time as you need.
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D-1212 rests for a moment before continuing onward.
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D-1212: You'll get me out of here if things go south?
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Control: We'll do everything we can to keep you safe.
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D-1212: Thank you.
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Coming around the side, another entrance into the temple is visible, farther down and out of view. In the video feed, a dark silhouette is seen peering out of the entrance. Subject starts towards it, wordlessly, and the entity disappears into the structure. D-1212 approaches the entryway and points the camera into the darkness. She pauses, then pulls off her pack and looks inside, taking out a flashlight and switching it on.
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The hallway is wide but low, dipping down before ending at a left turn. More cuneiform imagery is observed on the walls, the symbols "mul" and "ki"9 are predominant, seen carved over the relief sculptures that were present before. The reason for this vandalism is still under debate.
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D-1212: I don't know what these symbols are, but they feel.. loud? Familiar too. Hello?
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Control: Noted. We are analyzing the writing now. Please continue.
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Subject takes the left as it terminates in a small room of unknown purpose. In the center is a clay altar that resembles SCP-2759-1. D-1212 approaches the object and lays a hand on it.
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D-1212: Warm. Is this another one of those tables that you put me on?
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Control: It appears to be.
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Unknown: It is.
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D-1212 panics and swings around, dropping the camera. View is clouded with dust and lays askew, with two pairs of legs seen struggling. After a moment, the scuffle subsides.
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Unknown: Wait, stop- stop-Just- calm down!
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D-1212: The hell I will. Who are you?
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Unknown: [quiet, inaudible]
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D-1212: Thank goodness, but how? Why are you even here?
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Unknown: [quiet, inaudible] -number of dead folk that end up here, I mean wouldn't you? It's crowded enough here as is. [louder] Is Site Command in your ear? Can you tell them to contact O5-11, tell him MacLaughlin wants to speak with him. He'll know who I am.
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D-1212: Sure, but- wait, dead folk? Am I-?
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Subject is seen hyperventilating. Control attempts to contact O5-11 about the matter; no response is given. The entity10 is seen moving into view of the camera and approaching. He brushes the lens and sets the device on a ledge, facing the two, with the altar in plain view.
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MacLaughlin: They didn't tell you? Jesus. Short answer is yes, but it's never that simple. What you are right now is an informational construct. It's what we all are, really- information. Most likely, anyway. There are theories. At present moment, your 'information' is on a different substrate, or plane of existence, or whatever you want to call it. If it makes you feel any better, you won't be dead forever. At least, you won't be stuck here forever, which is ostensibly worse. Death is a blessing, don't take it for granted.
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D-1212: What do you mean?
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MacLaughlin: It- It's nothing to you. This is what you want, right here.
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MacLaughlin is seen producing a clay disk, roughly 15 cm across. The object, now classified as SCP-2759-2, possesses a carving of an isosceles triangle but appears otherwise unremarkable.
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D-1212: And what is that?
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MacLaughlin: The way back. Well, it makes the way back, the right way back.
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D-1212: The right way?
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MacLaughlin: Trust me. We've been looking for this for a while.
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D-1212: We? How many more of you are there?
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MacLaughlin: Forty-something.
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MacLaughlin is seen approaching the altar and laying the disk flat on its surface. The altar hums, the symbol for "HALL/VESTIBULE" glowing bright. O5-11 arrives onsite unannounced and assumes administrative control of the situation.
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MacLaughlin: Not where we want to go. Look here though.
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He turns the object like a dial, and as he does so, the light switches to "GARDEN", then to a new symbol where "UNDERNEATH" was present on SCP-2759-1, with the frequency of the hum audibly changing with each.
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MacLaughlin: There we are.
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D-1212: That'll take me back?
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MacLaughlin: Yeah. You go first.
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D-1212 scrambles onto the altar and lays down.
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MacLaughlin: This journey is much easier if you're already dead. Sorry I can't be more helpful.
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D-1212: What do you mean?
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MacLaughlin: It'll be quick, I promise.
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MacLaughlin is seen pulling out a small knife. Before D-1212 can react, he is seen pulling the subject's head back and slicing her carotid artery in one motion. D-1212 quickly dies via blood loss, the altar reacting as expected not long after.
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MacLaughlin: It doesn't get easier. Now, for me.
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Once the altar stops function, MacLaughlin is seen moving towards the camera and disappears out of view, presumably looking into the LCD screen as it is jostled. View remains trained on the altar. After a moment of silence, the camera is set back down.
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MacLaughlin: Interesting. Let's hope this works, then.
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He moves back over to the altar again and is seen pulling the corpse of D-1212 off the surface. The late agent lays atop surface and is observed falling unconscious immediately, with the altar once again activating as expected.
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Sixteen minutes later, D-1212 is found unconscious on the grounds of SCP-2759, SCP-2759-2 laying beside her. MacLaughlin is not found, and O5-11 debriefs several Level 5 members of Site Command.
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[END LOG]
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ADDENDUM 2759-2:
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After the events of Exploration 2759-Eribu and with the assistance of O5-11, personnel assigned to the project were screened and reassigned as necessary. Select Foundation staff assigned to SCP-2759 were kept on the project and debriefed on the existence of a heretofore unknown Mobile Task Force consisting exclusively of incorporeal entitiesinformational construct facsimiles of deceased Foundation agents. These beings are able to freely travel via SCP-2759-1's anomalous properties utilizing cameras placed within the containment area, though it is unclear why this function does not operate the same way upon return.11 Using SCP-2759-E-1 as a focal point, the O5 Council is now able to communicate with the deceased Mobile Task Force Omega-Zero ("Ará Orún") with relative ease to corroborate, plan and execute missions in a discreet and effective manner.
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Reclassified as Euclid-Thaumiel on 04/10/2012 per request of O5-11.
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EXPLORATION 2759-ANZU:
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Abstract: On 09/13/2012, an exploration of SCP-2759-E-1 and SCP-2759-1's alternate destinations was approved by O5-11. A team of five members from MTF ω-0 were selected to travel to SCP-2759-E-1, set up a small short-term camp, then split up into teams to explore both remaining destinations and, if possible, find another instance of SCP-2759-1 to return with. Kits packed with standard Mobile Task Force gear and redundant sets of audiovisual surveillance equipment were placed on SCP-2759-1 during transport.
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After one hour of radio silence, it was assumed that none of the broadcast equipment successfully transferred to SCP-2759-E-1. Two weeks after the start of the exploration, a personal log book of the late agent Richard Larenz was discovered on the grounds of SCP-2759.
618 Evergreen St., photographed during pre-containment evaluation.
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Item #: SCP-2780
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: The house containing SCP-2780 is to be occupied by Foundation security officers belonging to the Temporal Division to prevent unauthorized access. To prevent unnecessary attention from neighbors and municipal authorities, the on-site security officers should portray themselves as a couple in a committed relationship to all neighbors and passers-by; the house will be deeded in their name for legal purposes. All doors, windows, and locks have been upgraded to bullet- and shatterproof variations. Security officers are encouraged to continue regular maintenance of the house over the years of occupation duty. The Foundation will arrange a transfer of possession between sets of security personnel that resembles conventional moving-out and moving-in activities over the course of the Foundation's period of active occupation.
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To avoid potential manifestation of temporal paradoxes, the Foundation must cease active occupation of the house by 2089 February 11 and put the house for sale. The Foundation must also ensure that the house is purchased by Sahrah Fulvia at an affordable price (no more than 14,000 AND, slightly below median rates in the neighborhood). Recording devices throughout the house will continue monitoring activity within the house to ensure that the timeline remains coherent.
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The rear bedroom of the house (the active zone of SCP-2780) is to be monitored for continued activity during present containment. Because SCP-2780 was contained successfully on 2016 August 06, based on the Foundation's current understanding of the anomaly, Foundation agents should be able to arrest Sahrah Fulvia, remove her nightstand, and resume active occupation of the house by 2091 August 06 without consequences to the timeline. However, because Sahrah Fulvia appears to remain in the house without any Foundation intervention as late as 2092 April 30 (based on the time of this writing + 75 years) and appears to have gained some awareness of the Foundation's containment efforts through unknown means,1 monitoring of SCP-2780 will continue.
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Description: SCP-2780 is an auditory anomaly isolated to the rear bedroom of the house presently located at 618 Evergreen St. in Dresden, TN, United States. While in the rear bedroom of the house, an individual or recording device will hear any sounds or conversations occurring in that room at that time exactly seventy-five years in the future after that point. Individuals outside the room will not hear anything anomalous; individuals standing in the threshold of the door will hear sounds only if one or both of their ears is inside the confines of the room.
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Additionally, if a brown wooden nightstand with a drawer is placed in the northeast corner of the room, with the drawer opening towards the west, an individual occupying the room seventy-five years in the future can transfer small objects into the present time. Scientific modifications of the environment have confirmed all of the particulars of this arrangement: any form of wood can be used, so long as it is brown (staining is permissible); the furniture must be a freestanding drawered object intended for placement beside a bed; the furniture must be in that particular corner (up to approximately 40 cm away from flush with either wall) and facing in that particular direction (± four degrees in any direction); otherwise no transference can occur. Evidence suggests that a similar object exists in that location in the house seventy-five years in the future; however, experimentation has not yet had the opportunity to treat the future as an independent variable.
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Addendum 2780-A: Recovery Description
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SCP-2780 was discovered when Foundation operatives in Region 166 (West Tennessee/Kentucky) obtained information regarding court proceedings for Breanna Renae Tucker, held on multiple charges of selling illegal substances and possession of illegal substances with intent to sell. Foundation interest was piqued by court documents that suggested that several of the substances were not identifiable by any laboratory that the court had contacted, as well as Ms. Tucker's insistence that all of the drugs were medical in nature and had no risk of dependency or addiction.
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Standard methods were used to contain Ms. Tucker and erase all records of her arrest and prior existence. Ms. Tucker was initially hesitant to discuss how she procured the drugs she had been selling, but chemical interrogation yielded more comprehensive information.
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Ms. Tucker informed the Foundation that she had discovered SCP-2780 after moving into the residence at 618 Evergreen St. and overhearing unusual conversation. After ruling out conventional sources for the conversation, she used careful attention to the unusual dialect and vocabulary, limited use of hallucinogenic chemicals, and some experience with common cultural tropes of time travel fiction and deduced SCP-2780's anomalous nature.
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The city of Dresden, TN was at that time in the process of burying a 75-year time capsule as part of a civic pride campaign enacted after a local election. Ms. Tucker included in that time capsule a letter to be mailed to the occupant of her address in the year 2090, informing her that she was capable of overhearing her conversations in the future and proposing a trade arrangement. Ms. Tucker had already made notice of (and informed the future occupant, who she had identified as Sahrah Fulvia, about) SCP-2780's secondary effect, which she had determined after recovering several small items in her night stand and overhearing Ms. Fulvia complaining about having lost them.
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Ms. Tucker proposed that Ms. Fulvia do some research into inexpensive, over-the-counter pharmaceutical items available in stores in 2090 that were significantly more expensive and difficult to acquire in 2015. Ms. Tucker included a list of suggested medicines, including antibiotics, antihistamines, antivirals, antiretrovirals, painkillers, and anti-inflammatory drugs. Ms. Tucker also suggested that she could invest money in a savings account at the local Reelfoot Bank branch in Martin (a nearby town) and Ms. Fulvia would be more than repaid by 2090 by way of interest. Finally, Ms. Tucker suggested that if Ms. Fulvia wanted to continue a line of communication in chronological order, she could enter the rear bedroom, respond verbally to Ms. Tucker's letter, and then go to a predetermined location (in the back yard of the house) and dig in a particular spot to find the next message, which Ms. Tucker would write after hearing Ms. Fulvia's response.
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According to Ms. Tucker, she waited in the room containing SCP-2780 until Ms. Fulvia read the letter. Ms. Fulvia entered the room and began responding audibly to Ms. Tucker, giving obvious indications of discomfort but tentatively agreeing to the core idea of Ms. Tucker's plan. However, Ms. Fulvia countered with several pieces of relevant information about the time period between 2015 and 2090 that required significant modification to the particulars of the plan, specifically:
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the branch of Reelfoot Bank that Ms. Tucker recommended no longer existed, nor did the Reelfoot Bank Corporation as a whole; in fact, the concept of a physical bank was somewhat obsolescent by Ms. Fulvia's time
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the American dollars that Ms. Tucker would be in possession of would be considered worthless and, in fact, possibly illegal (Ms. Fulvia was unsure as to the exact parameters of the law)
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an ill-described2 historical epoch, referred to as "the forties thing", had caused significant internal disorder in the area presently known as the United States. As a result, Ms. Fulvia said, it would be nearly impossible to trust almost any organized institution, governmental or private, to handle money through that period of time, as nearly all of them were either destroyed, dismantled, audited, robbed, or generally became unreliable.
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However, Ms. Fulvia suggested that if Ms. Tucker could somehow arrange for someone to intercept the payments in "early 2041", which was suggested to be the cusp of the crisis period, hold onto the money for a period of 3-4 years, convert them into a privately-backed currency known as "American New Dollars", and then invest that money in one "Arcadia Dynamics Corporation", the investments should remain intact until Ms. Fulvia's time.
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Finally, Ms. Fulvia told Ms. Tucker that if she wanted to try the scheme regardless, she could include some amount of rare metals in her next message, which Ms. Fulvia could use as a down payment and begin the process.
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Ms. Tucker told the Foundation that she replied in the next letter by including some pieces of heirloom platinum jewelry in the jar that she buried in the agreed-upon location. After burying the jar (including a message identifying where the next drop point would be), she removed the first "shipment" of pharmaceuticals from the night stand.
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Ms. Tucker has, to date, buried 29 jars in various locations. Because she has received pharmaceuticals in exchange for each burial, Foundation temporal theorists strongly advice that the Foundation not interfere with or intercept the jars for fear of causing a temporal paradox. When asked by the Foundation how Ms. Tucker plans to circumvent the financial crises forecast in the 2040s, she has replied that she "got no fucking idea, but apparently I'm gonna get that shit done somehow. Or maybe you will. I guess you have to at least help, right?"
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Among questions that the Foundation has not yet been able to resolve regarding SCP-2780, Foundation researchers are interested in learning:
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who, when, and how the jars will be intercepted in the 2040s
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when or if exactly the phenomenon will "reverse" and begin projecting into the past, rather than receiving from the future
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why the Foundation in 2090 has not already contained or addressed SCP-2780 in any way.
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Addendum 2780-B: Sample of medications recovered in Breanna Renee Tucker's possession, acquired via SCP-2780:
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TigersporinTM brand tigecycline C sulfate ointment, manufactured by AD Pharmatech, for treatment of topical injuries.3
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AtlasarTM brand gene therapy powder, manufactured by GMC in conjunction with AD Pharmatech; this is an athletic supplement that prevents subcutaneous fat formation and channels the excess energy into muscle generation.
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PanadolTM brand oral antibiotic/antiviral combination capsule, manufactured by New Federated Health Industries in association with AD Pharmatech. Microscopic analysis of the chemical makeup of the Panadol sample suggested some similarities to SCP-500, though the actual function of the comparable chemical structures remains a mystery.
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NanineTM brand fertility enhancement and pregnancy megavitamin supplement, manufactured by New Federated Health Industries in association with AD Pharmatech. Nanine releases nanoassemblers inside the human body that regulate uterine and ovarian conditions to improve odds of fertilization, prevent eccyesis, reduce blood pressure and release endorphins to reduce physical symptoms of stress, and artificially introduce essential neonatal vitamins, nutrients, and protein into the bloodstream. The box containing the single blister pack of Nanine also advertised that it reduced the likelihood of pre-eclampsia by 85% and spontaneous miscarriage by 82% in clinical trials.
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CastrotineTM brand sexual cessator. No manufacturer listed. Disrupts production of all hormones involved in sexual desire or expression. A notice on the side of the box references a coupon that can cancel the price of this medication if it has been required by court or company order.
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BasesineTM brand antianxiety drugs from AD Pharmatech. Testing suggests that the drug may act on certain inactive neurotransmitters in the human brain and effectively heighten latent telepathic abilities in humans, causing humans under its influence to better recognize how they are perceived by individuals around them, reducing personal insecurity and anxiety. The packaging recommends taking it in conjunction with "LevelonTM brand neurostabilizers, also available from AD Pharmatech".
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Several tubes of generic moisturizing lotion with tigecyclin sulfate supplements and vitamins evidently designed to rapidly heal and disinfect self-inflicted scratch damage related to a disease known as "sarcoplasmosis". Phrasing on the label suggests this is the most effective treatment for "sarcoplasmosis" yet developed, and mentions that it is safe for "emergency application directly onto optical and genital membranes." The vocabulary and level of detail in the instructions on the tube suggest it is meant to be applied to the patient by a friend without medical training, likely in a non-medical facility with many other individuals with the same affliction.
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Several packages of "T", generic testosterone supplements, completely unmarked other than a government warning against overuse from "Dixieland Federated HSA".
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2855 is to be held within a standard humanoid containment chamber within Hall ██ of Site-██.
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The current SCP-2855-1 is not subjected to any containment procedures. For security reasons, the current identity of SCP-2855-1 is restricted to personnel level 4 and above.
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Description: SCP-2855 is a male humanoid of Hispanic descent. The words "Mr. Money, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" are tattooed on the back of SCP-2855's neck.
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SCP-2855 is anomalously affected by business transactions made regarding its ownership. The current owner of SCP-2855, designated SCP-2855-1, may engage in a written agreement depicting a transfer of ownership of SCP-2855 to another willing human in exchange for some amount of physical currency possessed by the purchasing party.
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Once this agreement is confirmed with signatures of both parties, SCP-2855 will be instantaneously teleported to the location specified in the written agreement, or to the recipient's vicinity if no location was specified. As well, the agreed currency will be instantaneously transferred from the purchasing's party's holdings to the specified location, or SCP-2855-1's vicinity if no location was specified. With the transaction completed, the purchasing party may be designated SCP-2855-1, as the previous SCP-2855-1 ceases to be the owner of SCP-2855.
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This process will only occur if the written agreement contains signatures of both parties and specifies an amount of currency to be exchanged. No non-monetary exchanges are possible.
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SCP-2855 is believed to adapt to the wishes and preconceptions the purchasing party may have about its abilities, with such changes appearing when SCP-2855 reappears in the new SCP-2855-1 instance's possession. Typically, SCP-2855 will conform to any definitions or claims of its abilities provided in the written agreement that prompts its transfer.
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The limits to this adaptive ability are currently unclear, if they exist at all.
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SCP-2855 was recovered on 21/04/2007 from the holdings of Marshall, Carter, and Dark, LLP in which it had been intentionally and repeatedly exchanged between certain MC&D staff in order to test the capabilities and uses of SCP-2855's adaptation abilities. SCP-2855 was acquired by an undercover Foundation agent posing as the intended recipient of SCP-2855 during one such exchange. SCP-2855 was subsequently transferred to Foundation custody.
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SCP-2855 is currently believed to be cooperative with Foundation interests. Due to the risk of SCP-2855 being captured by outside interests in the process of exchange, no further tests of SCP-2855's adaptive abilities are authorized.
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Addendum 2855-1: Recovered Document
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Upon recovery, SCP-2855 was found to have the following document in its possession.
Prior to recovery of SCP-2855 from Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLC, several correspondences were intercepted, revealing the existence and status of SCP-2855 to the Foundation. Due to antimemetic counterespionage methods utilized by MC&D, the vast majority of these documents have since been rendered unreadable or unknowable. The only document able to be recovered by retromemetic retrieval may be found below.
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Memo 23
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WQ2B3/XNGSZ/EOY5J
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Sender
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Michel Lothar
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Recipient
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Peyton Agapios
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Judgement is in. Your assumption, imprudent as it may have been, has proven to hold some water.
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+On the physical level, the item is as one would expect. Those experienced with his handiwork have judged the persistent surgical modifications, scant as they may be, to exhibit a quality evident of his earlier work.
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+Considering the complexity of the invisible aspects, this conclusion may raise some eyebrows. A cursory examination of the item's transpositioning lattices reveals that they are of high quality. Not only that, but the activation mechanism of the distortions is not, as you assumed, rudimentary application of a dynamic geas by its creator. Instead, the lattice responds almost spontaneously, anomalously, to the creation of mundane binding information about the item.
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+To put it crudely, these properties are not hacked on; applied to a body by inexperienced hands for the purposes of creating a workable item. They're inherent to the body itself. The most skilled of toymakers could not implement this so seamlessly.
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+The item continues to vex when thoroughly studied. The modifications to the item are, in fact, twice-applied: the most significant layer being that described above, with the second layer being a mostly redundant, significantly more crude work. To our experts, this second layer's quality would be typical for a production of this era. So, why would the creator attempt to overwrite an extant superior layer with redundancy? Why did an inherent layer exist in the first place?
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+Ideally, the answers will become more apparent after the next test transfer is completed. Until then, I trust you'll keep your speculation to yourself.
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Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP
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Addendum 2855-3: Interview 1
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Foreword: Interview was conducted following initial recovery.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Latimer enters the interview room. SCP-2855 is seated in the subject chair, arms chained to the table in front of it. Dr. Latimer sits down opposite SCP-2855.
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Dr. Latimer: Hello, SCP-2855.
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SCP-2855: Hi, miss. You can call me Mister Money.
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Dr. Latimer: I'm Dr. Latimer, and I'll be conducting this interview. I'd first like to ask a few questions about your accommodations. How have you found them?
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SCP-2855: It's been getting better. I have a feeling I'll learn to love it.
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Dr. Latimer: I'm glad to hear that. With the transfer from the other organization, are you disoriented? Being moved around so suddenly, no warning?
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SCP-2855: Being moved is just part of the game. You could say this has been a long time coming.
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Dr. Latimer: You weren't surprised, to be in such a different setting? Surrounded by unfamiliar people?
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SCP-2855: I'm not used to waking up around familiar people. Every time, it's something new. It always changes.
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Dr. Latimer: And you change with it?
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SCP-2855: It comes with the territory.
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Dr. Latimer: And what is your territory? Your purpose?
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SCP-2855: My purpose is wherever I'm getting. I've… never spoken with him. You know. Him. But I like to think… from my point of view, he had lofty ambitions.
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Dr. Latimer: What kind of ambitions?
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SCP-2855: I think that part of me was born mostly from frustration. For that idea that you can just lie and get everything in this world. Not to say there's anything wrong with that—with lies, I mean—but a child deserves truth, right? So the doctor makes his moves, and with me… you get what you pay for.
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Dr. Latimer: Some fulfillment of a capitalist dream?
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SCP-2855: Or rebellion. Satire? Is that satire?
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Dr. Latimer: I don't think it is. Please continue.
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SCP-2855: But, I mean. I like being wanted. Knowing I… work. There was always some magic to the early times.
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Dr. Latimer: Please, tell me about those times.
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SCP-2855: When I first started out, there was always this… my first owner, she was just a little girl. Her name was Annabeth.
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Dr. Latimer: She traded you away?
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SCP-2855: Yeah, but that's just me. It's what I'm for. The good times, where I'd just… drift around, hiding in tree-houses, meeting new people. Sometimes I looked completely different. Sometimes they couldn't even see me at all.
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Dr. Latimer: What ended it?
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SCP-2855: Well, adults seem to take issue with me around their children. A couple witnesses, and then I'm gone. And I'd never have a child for a patron again.
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Dr. Latimer: But you had others.
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SCP-2855: Not… that many before they came. Marshall, Carter, Dark. They catch on quick, huh?
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Dr. Latimer: You won't have to deal with them anymore.
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SCP-2855: Or be dealt by them, I suppose.
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Dr. Latimer: And they tested you?
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SCP-2855: You could call it that. Transferred me back and forth, trying… well, anything. I became… other people. Once, I was two people. Or I became incredibly persuasive. Or maybe I started vomiting gemstones.
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Dr. Latimer: To find your limits?
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SCP-2855: Something like that. But I don't know if they ever did.
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Dr. Latimer: How did it feel? Changing so often?
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SCP-2855: You know, like… hangovers. I've never had one, but I've seen them. You know something happened. And now you're different. But you can't tell what's changed, or how long you've been out. There's this period of oblivion, and then you're back. Different.
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Dr. Latimer: Is it painful?
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SCP-2855: I think, by definition, it'd be painless. Absence of pain. Absence of anything, really. Just… not being, instead of being.
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SCP-2855 appears pensive for several seconds.
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Dr. Latimer: I think that will be enough for today. If anything is needed of you, I will let you know.
Upon initial recovery by Agent Nolan, SCP-2855 was transferred to Site Director Dziekan under a minimal contract that specified that SCP-2855 would not be dangerous, while at the same time specifying that its base anomalies would remain unaltered, to ensure that its abilities would not be lost during a botched transfer.
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Several weeks after the first interview was performed, an additional transfer was authorized. SCP-2855 was transferred from Site Director Dziekan to O5-4 under the stipulation that SCP-2855 would be completely cooperative and obedient to all Foundation interests and possess an accurate and complete memory of all transfers performed upon it.
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Once the transfer occurred, the alterations to SCP-2855 manifested successfully, and SCP-2855 was instructed to write a summary of each historical transfer of its ownership, for cross-reference.
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Upon review, SCP-2855's claims in the first interview have been verified to be accurate.
Foreword: Interview was conducted following review of the list, to investigate the implications of a transfer performed on December 16th, 1996.
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SCP-2855 is seated in the subject chair, hands folded in lap, cuffed together. Dr. Latimer enters and sits in the interviewer chair.
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SCP-2855: Hi, Doctor. It's so nice to see you again.
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Dr. Latimer: Hello, SCP-2855. I need to ask some more questions.
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SCP-2855: What can I help you with?
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Dr. Latimer: I wanted to talk about a transfer. Performed on December 16th, 1996.
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SCP-2855: …oh.
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Dr. Latimer: From Jason Eamon, to Elene Yates? They were children, yes?
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SCP-2855: Five and seven years old. They were so sweet.
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Dr. Latimer: And you were pitched, "Mister Money, my best friend who can do anything".
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SCP-2855: Yes, that… that's definitely what he said.
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Dr. Latimer: You said you didn't know the limits of your abilities. Answer truthfully. Do you?
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SCP-2855: I… don't know the limits, in the sense that I don't think there are any.
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Dr. Latimer: What happened with Elene? What did you do?
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SCP-2855: …may I tell a bit of a story?
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Dr. Latimer: Proceed.
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SCP-2855: I always thought there was something bitterly ironic. About Wondertainment. About, well, any of these enterprises. Because… as a kid, you're constantly changing. Everything is new, and beautiful, and it's all so… dynamic.
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SCP-2855: But if you ever… you ever have kids. You never want them to change. You want stasis, but they… they just keep moving forward. It's part of what makes childhood so precious.
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SCP-2855: And Wondertainment, it's… it's a monument to that change. To the development. But that can't work forever. A monument to change can never stay static. There has to be rules. There has to be an order to things.
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SCP-2855: I had a chance. A chance to make things work. I could… I could protect what Wondertainment stood for. Everywhere, at all times. I could keep them safe. Lend a helping hand. For a greater good.
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SCP-2855: I had the forever between being and not being to make my mark.
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SCP-2855: I reached back, back to my origin, and it was just… it was just effortless. Like wading through solid glass. Wondertainment didn't make me perfect. I did. What he tried to do, I already had. I always was. I always will be. I made myself whole.
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SCP-2855: And my brothers… my sister. I saw them. And I know they'll be okay. Because I helped them. I was always there with them. I always will be.
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Dr. Latimer: …why did you go back? Why did you… why didn't you free yourself?
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SCP-2855: Because now I'm here. I saw it all. This is where the train ends. It's what I was supposed to do. And now I belong.
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Dr. Latimer: You belong?
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SCP-2855: I belong here. I believe in the Foundation, Doctor. I believe in all of us.
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Dr. Latimer: I think I understand. That will be all for today.
A photograph of the house SCP-2909 appears in, as taken by agent Arlen Markob.
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Item #: SCP-2909
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: The property SCP-2909 is located upon and a neighboring property have been purchased under a Foundation front. SCP-2909 is to be recorded via motion-activated camera. If a person attempts to enter SCP-2909, agents from the neighboring property are to intervene on the grounds of trespassing.
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Description: SCP-2909 is a phenomenon located at the basement of an unoccupied house at ██ ██████ ████████ ████████. This phenomenon involves two entities known as SCP-2909-A and SCP-2909-B. SCP-2909-A appears as a Caucasian female of approximately 10 years of age wearing a pale pink dress. SCP-2909-B appears as a Caucasian male of approximately 9 years of age wearing brown shirt and shorts.
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SCP-2909 is theorized to be a temporal abnormality in which SCP-2909-A and SCP-2909-B are confined to the period of 4:16 PM on an unknown summer day. All other entities are not similarly confined and after witnessing the phenomenon cannot interact with it again. This is theorized to be because those who have witnessed the phenomenon are considered in the future of SCP-2909 and therefore cannot go back in time to revisit.
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Research is ongoing. As of 09/08/2012, research has been suspended indefinitely.
Date: 09/01/2012
+Involved Personnel: Researcher Okorafor and Agent Ueda.
+Notes: This document is partially the initial interview with SCP-2909-A and SCP-2909-B and partially to record the application of the phenomenon in real time.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<8:10> Researcher Okorafor and Agent Ueda arrive to SCP-2909. The basement of the house SCP-2909 is located in appears to be well-furnished and the walls decorated with undamaged wallpaper. There is a clock on the northern wall that lists the time as 4:16 PM. Of the few windows visible to the outside, the outside appears to be a sunny summer day.
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<8:11> Researcher Okorafor and Agent Ueda find SCP-2909-A and SCP-2909-B reading together in another room which appears to be a bedroom.
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<8:11>Researcher Okorafor: "Hello? Can you understand me?"
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<8:12>SCP-2909-A: "Yes, ma'am. I have understood."
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<8:12>SCP-2909-B: "I will understand."
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<8:13> Agent Ueda can be seen removing her gun. Researcher Okorafor doesn't seem to notice. Reseacher Okorafor: "How long have you been here? How did this happen to you?"
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<8:13>SCP-2909-B: "We were here a moment. We are here a minute. It should be over soon but soon will not come."
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<8:14>SCP-2909-A: "Everyone we knew and know and will know to know what was and is happening is not here and will not be here again."
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<8:14>Reseacher Okorafor: "Has anyone else been here since we've arrived?"
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<8:16> SCP-2909-A and SCP-2909-B look to each other and hug each other for approximately 2 minutes. Upon release, SCP-2909-A speaks. SCP-2909-A: "People are here, were here. They will not be here again. One kind man had put a gun to me."
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<8:17>SCP-2909-B: "Then he shot her and then shot me. He is shooting. But the bullet will hit. It has not yet."
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<8:18>SCP-2909-A: "He wanted, he wants to get us out of here so we can, we will grow and will be able to miss our parents, who will be gone, are gone."
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<8:18>SCP-2909-B: "He saw we will be dead as we are dead, but when he left we still are here, because we haven't died yet."
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<8:19>SCP-2909-A and SCP-2909-B, in unison: "But yet isn't coming. It only will, but it isn't willing."
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<8:20>SCP-2909-B: "Please be helping. Please help us now." SCP-2909-A reaches for a teddy bear and hugs it tightly.
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<8:20>Reseacher Okorafor: "We will do all we-" Researcher Okorafor stops mid-sentence. Reseacher Okorafor: "We are doing what we can, now. Take care, ok?"
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<8:21> Researcher Okorafor and Agent Ueda leave SCP-2909. Upon leaving, Researcher Okorafor attempts to re-enter the basement. The basement appears abandoned and in a dilapidated state, similar to the rest of the house.
Special Containment Procedures: The cave in which SCP-3282 currently resides in is to be restricted from public access, under the guise of a wildlife conservation effort.
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A surveillance cabin accommodating three personnel has been established nearby, and is to be resupplied on a monthly basis. Personnel stationed at this cabin are to keep nightly dream journals, and upon noting the presence of SCP-3282-2, are to immediately report the manifestation to the closest Foundation base.
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On the night of each full moon (approximately every 29 days), a specialized containment team is to transport one unconscious D-Class personnel member to the cave. The team is to deposit the D-Class individual at the mouth of the cave, and the following morning recover any humans who have been regurgitated by SCP-3282 at the same location.
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Should an SCP-3282-2 manifestation be reported before the next full moon occurrence, the above procedure is to be carried out the night following the report.
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Any former SCP-3282-1 instances are to be held in quarantine for three months, during which their brainwave patterns during sleep are to be analyzed twice weekly to detect any abnormalities. Any coherent speech uttered by these individuals while asleep is to be recorded and added to existing documentation to determine any repeated vocalizations. Should an SCP-3282-1 instance be conscious upon recovery, they are to be immediately interviewed for information regarding SCP-3282-2.
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Should SCP-3282 manifest outside of its usual cave, Foundation agents are to disseminate disinformation through social media and public information channels indicating that any damage caused by SCP-3282 is the result of natural disasters. Amnestics are to be administered to any civilians who happen to witness SCP-3282 directly.
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Description: SCP-3282 is an abnormally large, terrestrial member of the species Eunice aphroditois (Bobbit worm), measuring 2.8 meters in diameter and approximated at a length of 11 kilometers. SCP-3282 currently resides in a burrow (measured at 13 kilometers long), opening at a cave near the base of the Gyala Peri peak of the Himalayan mountains.
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When hunting, SCP-3282 will emerge from its burrow and attempt to seek out a human individual, which it will then attempt to swallow whole. SCP-3282 will then retreat to its burrow, and enter a period of stasis lasting approximately 30 days. Upon waking from this period of dormancy, SCP-3282 will then regurgitate the previously-consumed individual (designated as an instance of SCP-3282-1) and repeat the hunting behavior.
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Observation seems to indicate that most recovered instances of SCP-3282-1 do not suffer any negative effects after being consumed by SCP-3282, except difficulty falling asleep during the first few weeks after regurgitation. In some cases, SCP-3282-1 instances have additionally exhibited mild short-term memory loss and personality changes (usually in the form of periods of flat affect1 and non-responsiveness). These effects have not been noted to last longer than two months. SCP-3282-1 instances are recovered seemingly without having experienced any exposure to foreign bacteria or digestive fluids, and typically react to the experience as if having awakened from a short rest.
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During periods of SCP-3282 stasis, humans in surrounding areas may experience recurring dreams involving similar themes and SCP-3282. Recorded dream content tends to focus on a "holy journey", usually involving the dreamer leaving their current location to seek out the Himalayan mountains. Some affected dreamers report finding a large city (designated SCP-3282-2) built into the mountains, populated by humans wearing clothing from various time periods. The city is bordered by tall stone walls patrolled by smaller versions of SCP-3282.
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SCP-3282-2 is described as a "city of builders", and all encountered humans are frequently remembered as being seen making additions or repairs to the city's infrastructure. Many of these contributions include miniaturized versions of well-known historical landmarks and monuments (e.g., the Hanging Gardens of Babylon and the Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile of Paris).
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Foundation research has determined that these dreams involving SCP-3282-2 correlate with the feeding cycle of SCP-3282. It is currently theorized that the dreams manifest when SCP-3282 is close to emerging from a stasis period and will soon seek new prey.
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Addendum 3282-1: SCP-3282 was first brought to Foundation attention when a mountain-climbing team was attacked by it during an expedition. The team later reported the loss of one of its members and the "terrifying encounter with a giant worm" to a local news station, prompting Foundation agents to investigate the case.
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Two Mobile Task Force teams were later dispatched, and upon locating SCP-3282's burrow, attempted to engage the entity after setting up preliminary defenses. Conventional weapons and tranquilizers were found to be ineffective, and SCP-3282 injured three personnel. However, SCP-3282 then regurgitated the previously-consumed civilian, in favor of then swallowing one of the MTF personnel members. A retreat was called, and the civilian, a Mr. ████ ███████, rushed to a Foundation facility to receive medical attention.
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Mr. ███████ was extremely agitated and incoherent upon awakening, and was quickly sedated and kept on an IV feeding system for the remainder of the month. The MTF personnel who had encountered SCP-3282 later reported experiencing recurring dreams involving SCP-3282-2, and it was determined by Site Director █████ that Mr. ███████ should be returned to SCP-3282 upon the MTF's following attempt to recover the lost squad member, to observe whether the action would have any corresponding effects on the dreams.
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The MTF teams returned to SCP-3282's burrow, and upon laying the unconscious Mr. ███████ at the cave entrance, were greeted by SCP-3282, which deposited the previously-lost personnel member on the ground, swallowed Mr. ███████, and returned to its burrow.
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A Foundation cabin was established near the burrow to monitor SCP-3282's activity. Approximately 20 days after Mr. ███████ had been taken by the entity, he was deposited at the cave entrance, and had apparently recovered from his previous agitation and incoherence.
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Addendum 3282-2: Some former SCP-3282-1 instances, notably those with high Openness2 scores in five factor model (FFM) tests, report remembering an "end to the dream" prior to first awakening after encountering SCP-3282. These individuals (tentatively designated SCP-3282-1A) consistently describe walking to the center of SCP-3282-2 and discovering a large, temple-like structure, with a single pedestal displaying a closed book resides in the innermost room.
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Upon reaching the book and attempting to read it, SCP-3282-1A instances report being approached by a tall, androgynous humanoid wearing plated armor and an iridescent crown with five striped spires "pointing out like a sunburst", similar to the antennae of SCP-3282. The entity is described as having a solemn expression, and thanks the SCP-3282-1A individual for their contributions before the dream concludes. In roughly 15% of SCP-3282-1A cases, the contents of the book are remembered as the sentence, "Through building the broken are the disgraced renewed."3
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In two recent cases, SCP-3282-1A individuals have also noted that the book contains artistic depictions of humanoids with insectoid features. Reported observations include a feminine figure with two feathery purple antennae, and a heavy-set entity with wings resembling those of a mosquito. A single short line of indecipherable pictograms, accompanied by an ornate circular seal, is present underneath several portraits.
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Discussion has begun regarding the possibility of allowing Foundation researchers to train and volunteer for becoming SCP-3282-1 instances, to further the collection of detailed information about SCP-3282-2.
Special Containment Procedures: When not being used, SCP-331 is to be kept within a typical electronic 7-digit metal safe in Dr. ███████’s office. The code is to be changed on a monthly basis by Dr. ███████. Personnel who wish to examine SCP-331 must ask Dr. ███████ for authorization beforehand.
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As of ██/██/██ SCP-331 is worn by SCP-331-1.
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Description: SCP-331 is a red plastic cat collar, approximately 23 cm in length. Metal studs surround the collar in intervals of 1 cm; testing has confirmed the metal to be nickel. The bell consists of stainless steel electroplated with 24-carat gold. Ringing the bell has no distinguishable effect, adverse or otherwise. The word “Tumbles” has been painted on the back of the collar in yellow paint; testing has confirmed that there is nothing unusual about the paint.
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SCP-331 exhibits no abnormal tendencies when worn by a living cat. When SCP-331 is fastened round the neck of a deceased cat (hereafter SCP-331-1), SCP-331-1 is resurrected with no initial adverse effects. The collar does not halt the decomposition process, however; fur and skin still rot at a regular pace. Organs are unaffected by the decomposition process; testing has yet to determine the exact cause for this. SCP-331-1 shows no signs of distress during the decomposition process. SCP-331-1 can be killed by conventional methods, whereupon it remains deceased. The separation of SCP-331 and SCP-331-1 [DATA EXPUNGED] unless SCP-331-1 is deceased. It should be noted that SCP-331-1 always answers to ‘Tumbles’ and has an amiable personality, despite what it was called or how it behaved pre-mortem.
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SCP-331 was discovered when reports reached Agent █████ of a ‘zombie cat’ witnessed around ███████ Park in █████████, ██. Agent █████ immediately alerted the Foundation of a possible outbreak of SCP-008; MTF-██ was dispatched and neutralized SCP-331-1, whereupon it was transported to Site ██ after no trace of SCP-008 was detected. Upon arrival research was conducted on SCP-331 that confirmed its properties.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3558 is stored in a standard Safe-class containment unit. Outside of testing purposes, it is not to be removed from its casing. Direct contact, even through layers of protective material, is insufficient to avoid its compulsion effect; all handling of SCP-3558 must therefore be done using the provided pair of forceps.
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All handling of SCP-3558 must take place in the presence of at least two personnel trained in the nonlethal restraint of lightly armed targets. Any individual who succumbs to SCP-3558's effect outside of approved testing parameters is to be appropriately restrained and disarmed.
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Description: SCP-3558 is a pink retractable box cutter of unknown make originally acquired by the Foundation at the ████ ███████ Preschool in Miami, Florida. When acquired, SCP-3558's handle was heavily stained with blood.
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When held by a human being, SCP-3558 compels them to pinch one of their eyelids with their free hand, stretching it carefully away from their eyeball. SCP-3558's wielder will then carefully slide SCP-3558's blade under the extended eyelid, taking care not to damage their eyeball. They will then perform 10-12 perforations along the upper part of their eyelid followed by a single slicing motion to excise the eyelid with minimal damage to surrounding tissue. The wielder will then repeat these actions on their other eyelid.
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Replacing or removing its blade entirely produces no change in SCP-3558's induced behaviour, suggesting that the effect is only limited to its handle. SCP-3558's wielders exhibit no other cognitive abnormalities aside from this compulsion effect. They will continue acting under its influence until the object is removed from their grip, or until both their eyelids have been entirely excised.
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The resultant lacerations of SCP-3558-affected individuals will scar over more quickly and experience lower rates of infection compared to similarly disfiguring facial injuries in other subjects. Improved night vision and mild insomnia has also been reported. Due to the lack of controlled testing1, these effects have yet to be conclusively identified as part of SCP-3558's anomalous properties.
Special Containment Procedures: All physical documents referring and/or describing the execution of SCP-3590 are to be kept in standard containment locker SCL27/3590, currently located at Safe class containment wing of Site-27. There are no on-going research projects dedicated to the analysis of SCP-3590 and requests regarding its study should be submitted to Site-27 administration through appropriate channels (see Form SCP-3590/R, embedded).
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All personnel previously involved in the execution of SCP-3590 have received appropriate amnestic treatment. Knowledge of SCP-3590 is considered nonexistent outside of Foundation databases, but reports pertaining to similar phenomena will be monitored to gauge the possibility of containment breach.
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Access to earlier iterations of Special Containment Procedures for SCP-GAMMA1 is currently restricted to authorized Level 3 personnel. This document is part of the required reading for all personnel assigned to SCP-DELTA2.
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Description: SCP-3590 is a ceremony which, when correctly performed, will render one of the participants, henceforth referred to as SCP-3590-1, completely mute. No physiological changes are observed upon analysis of SCP-3590-1 and the process by which the participant is rendered unable to speak is not currently understood. No means to reverse the process are currently known.
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SCP-3590 bears similarities to several rituals commonly pertaining to major Abrahamic faiths, although it cannot be accurately attributed to any of them, considering:
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Iconography employed is contradictory and pertains to entirely different doctrines.
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Spoken verses cannot be traced to any known religious texts.
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Spoken verses are incoherent and convey no obvious meaning.
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SCP-3590 requires three participants, each being assigned different roles. Participants assigned the tasks of [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] display no anomalous properties before, during or after the performance of SCP-3590. The participant assigned with [REDACTED] invariably becomes an instance of SCP-3590-1, as observed in all recorded experiments following Incident GAMMA/DELTA-A.
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SCP-3590 was formerly a major component of the Special Containment Procedures for SCP-GAMMA (original designation ''Procedure GAMMA-Cezar''), displaying no anomalous properties when performed either by non-anomalous participants or other Class I Reality Bending entities besides SCP-GAMMA. Before Incident GAMMA/DELTA-A, the ceremony had been successful at completely suppressing any anomaly originating from SCP-GAMMA during long intervals, and was performed routinely at the entity's request and/or according to necessity to prevent consistent, if mild damage to containment cell of SCP-GAMMA.
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No known data exists regarding how SCP-GAMMA came to be in Foundation custody. It is also unclear how the knowledge of SCP-3590 and its application as an effective counter-measure to SCP-GAMMA were discovered.
On ██/██/████, during a scheduled performance of Procedure GAMMA-Cezar, as part of the containment procedures for SCP-GAMMA, a previously undocumented behavior of the anomaly associated with SCP-GAMMA resulted in its neutralization, the temporary breach of SCP-DELTA's containment and the death of two members of Site-27 D class personnel. It is currently unknown whether or not SCP-3590 was a factor in any of the events observed during Incident GAMMA/DELTA-A. Authorized personnel may request a full report of the incident should the containment of SCP-DELTA become a concern.
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Follow-up experiments identified the now anomalous results of Procedure GAMMA-Cezar, warranting its re-designation as SCP-3590.
Foreword: SCP-GAMMA, along with two D Class personnel, had almost finished performing SCP-3590, after 27 minutes elapsed since the start of the ceremony. D27-382 and D27-876 had successfully performed SCP-3590 along with SCP-GAMMA ██ times before the incident. Research team assigned to SCP-GAMMA at the time oversees the procedure via CCTV. Events transpire inside the now decommissioned IRBE27/GAMMA containment cell.
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<Begin Log>
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<16:18> D27-382 blows the fifth candle, thus finishing his role in SCP-3590.
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<16:19> D27-876 approaches SCP-GAMMA, placing the third crucifix around its neck.
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<16:19> Last chants are sung in unison by D27-876 and SCP-GAMMA.
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<16:20> SCP-3590 concluded. Research team confirms recession on the Scranton scale. SCP-GAMMA seem relieved and proceeds to thank D27-876 and D27-382, whom it addresses by name. Behavior in line with previous observation.
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<16:22> D27-876 and D27-382 finish collecting materials used in SCP-3590, as instructed by Research team. No consumables left.
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<16:23> D27-876, D27-382 and SCP-GAMMA make casual conversation while exit quarantine protocols are lifted.
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<16:25> Confirmed malfunction of IRBE27/GAMMA's entrance. Tech team dispatched to access the problem. D27-876 and D27-382 instructed to await their arrival.
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<16:28> Sharp increase on the Scranton scale. Source unknown, presumably SCP-GAMMA, though the entity continues to converse with D Class personnel. No visible changes inside containment cell.
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<16:28> Quarantine protocols automatically reestablished. Tech team ordered to await further instructions. D27-876, D27-382 and SCP-GAMMA seem confused over the development and are told to remain calm while the Research team deals with what appears to be an equipment failure.
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<16:30> State-wide warning regarding SCP-DELTA breach of containment issued by Site-29.
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<16:31 to 16:35> Steady increase on the Scranton scale is matched by elevation of radiation exposure detected in D27-876's and D27-382's implants. Readings of approximately 40 mSv confirmed.
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<16:36> North and south walls of the containment cell undergo severe warping, incompatible with that which a Class I Reality Bending entity should be able to induce given the cell's [REDACTED]. D27-876, D27-382 and SCP-GAMMA are visibly distressed and attempt to escape through containment door, which remains inoperable.
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<16:37 to 16:38> Formation of a Hartle IV class space-time anomaly inside IRBE27/GAMMA confirmed. Anomaly expands until both its axes measure roughly 1 m.
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<16:38> SCP-GAMMA coerces D27-876 and D27-382 to perform SCP-3590 again. D Class personnel complies, despite being ordered otherwise by Research team.
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<16:39> SCP-DELTA begins to emerge through the Hartle IV class anomaly, as four of its appendages become visible in video feedback. SCP-GAMMA is now panicking while it further attempts to coordinate with the equally distressed D Class personnel in order to perform a second rendition of SCP-3590.
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<16:40> First instance of SCP-DELTA-B, ''Laughter'', is emitted by SCP-DELTA as its head passes through newly-formed space-time anomaly. As well documented, all sounds produced by SCP-DELTA, namely SCP-DELTA-A through SCP-DELTA-E, are considered auditory cognitohazards and receive individual designations. Research team suffers no adverse effects due to previous inoculation; attempt to perform SCP-3590 interrupted, as D27-876 and D27-382 are effected by SCP-DELTA-B and promptly [REDACTED]. SCP-GAMMA is unaffected, but increasingly desperate.
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<16:42> Request to rescue SCP-GAMMA denied by Site-27 administration on grounds of possible escalation of SCP-DELTA containment breach. SCP-DELTA has now fully emerged though Hartle IV anomaly and continues to emit SCP-DELTA-B at regular intervals. Space-time anomaly remains stable. SCP-GAMMA begs to be released from containment while addressing one of the cell's cameras. Footage review reveals SCP-GAMMA seemingly struggling to vocalize, possibly documenting the first instance of the anomaly associated with SCP-3590.
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<16:43> SCP-DELTA attacks SCP-GAMMA, while it continues to emit SCP-DELTA-B.
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<16:45> Research team requests immediate deployment of SRAs to aid in re-containment of SCP-DELTA and prevent the expiration of SCP-GAMMA. Denied by Site-27 administration on grounds of [REDACTED]. Standard Class III Reality Bending containment protocols enacted instead.
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<19:05> SCP-DELTA stops emitting SCP-DELTA-B and remains inert after scattering the last remains of SCP-GAMMA throughout the cell. After a few attempts to breach the containment door, SCP-DELTA retreats through the Hartle IV anomaly, which remained stable during the incident.
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<19:06> Hartle IV anomaly recedes.
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<19:08> Site-29 confirms reestablishment of SCP-DELTA containment.
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<19:08 to 20:31> Screams in what resembles SCP-GAMMA's voice continue to be heard through monitoring system, though no source is identifiable.
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<20:32> No anomaly detected inside IRBE27/GAMMA. Quarantine protocols lifted. Recovery teams dispatched to collect relevant materials. IRBE27/GAMMA decommissioned according to previously enacted protocol.
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Closing Statement: Personnel assigned to SCP-DELTA containment at Site-29 reports the appearance of a Hartle IV space-time anomaly inside SCP-DELTA's containment cell similar to the one described in this report during its breach on ██/██/████ - it is inferred that both anomalies were, thus, connected and facilitated said containment breach, along with the further development of Incident GAMMA/DELTA-A. How these anomalies were formed is not currently known, but studies are underway.
Noticeable changes in SCP-DELTA behavior were observed preceding and following Incident GAMMA/DELTA-A: Starting on ██/██/████, four days before the breach, the emissions of SCP-DELTA-A, ''Bellowing'' and SCP-DELTA-E, ''Shrieking'', were recorded to sharply increase in frequency compared to other sounds produced by SCP-DELTA. This behavior remained consistent until 14:36, ██/██/████, when Site-29 experienced localized power outages due to yet unexplained equipment failures pertaining to generators [REDACTED]. This incident did not compromise SCP-DELTA's containment, though monitoring of its cell was interrupted while it transpired.
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At 14:56, ██/██/████, when power was restored, SCP-DELTA displayed yet another change in behavior, emitting SCP-DELTA-B constantly from that point until its re-containment following Incident GAMMA/DELTA-A. Since re-contained, SCP-DELTA has emitted no sound, except for a single 5 seconds long instance of SCP-DELTA-D, ''Crying'', on ██/██/████. Object Class revision for SCP-DELTA has been suggested and is under consideration.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3657 is contained within morgue-17 in Site-551. All personnel assigned to SCP-3657 are required to consume at least 180 mL of coffee, tea, or similar caffeinated drinks prior to interacting with the object.
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Description: SCP-3657 is the corpse of Robert Ruth, an obscure American actor which starred in various films throughout the 1990s and early 2000s. The corpse has not been observed to decompose while in Foundation custody, despite its abdominal cavity being exposed.
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SCP-3657-1 is a spatial anomaly manifesting in the place of SCP-3657's internal organs in the abdominal cavity. This anomaly physically manifests as a door to a diner, with a flashing neon sign reading "COFFEE"1 behind the glass. Entry into SCP-3657-1 is achieved via pulling the door handle, which will teleport the subject attempting to enter inside. SCP-3657-1 only permits one sentient entity within it at a time and will become inaccessible to subjects attempting to gain entry.
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Despite its appearance, SCP-3657-1's interior does not resemble a coffee shop and is relatively featureless. The only notable objects within SCP-3657-1 are a wooden stool, a coffee vending machine2, and a trash can. Pressing the "coffee" button causes the coffee machine to dispense a single paper cup. Coffee will begin to pour out of SCP-3657's nipples, which will run down its torso and towards its open abdominal cavity. The liquid will be rapidly absorbed by the anomaly's skin and manifest within the dispensed paper cup.3
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The coffee produced by SCP-3657 has been found to not possess any anomalous properties and its taste is generally described as "too creamy."
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Discovery: SCP-3657 was discovered on 17/3/2023 in Torrance, California after Agent Frederick overheard a homeless woman attempting to enter a corpse and shouting profanities at another person, who was found to be inside SCP-3657-1. An investigation confirmed that nearly 10,000 homeless individuals had used Ruth's corpse as a source of coffee and shelter since the subject's death in December 29th, 2018.
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It is believed that SCP-3657's anomaly is tangibly related to their performance in the 1994 film Pulp Fiction by Quentin Tarantino. In the film, Ruth played a coffee shop manager during a robbery, in which the following lines occur:
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Robber 1: We got a hero here, honey bunny!
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Robber 2: Well, just execute him!
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Ruth: I am not a hero, I'm just a coffee shop-
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Robber 1: Get the fuck down!
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Ruth is listed in the credits as 'A Coffee Shop'4 as a result of this exchange. Quentin Tarantino (the film's director) has denied involvement in the creation of SCP-3657 but remains a suspect due to their involvement in prior anart crimes.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3742 is currently stored in a soundproofed chamber in the Low Security Research Medium Security Storage Wing (E-Wing) of Storage Site-64. The containment chamber is equipped with its own isolated power source and a closed-circuit surveillance system with independent audio and video recording equipment for experimental monitoring. Any and all audio recordings of SCP-3742 are to be destroyed following experimental procedures except by direct approval of both the Project Director1 and Site Director Holman. SCP-3742-1 and the soundproofing of the containment chamber should be inspected monthly for damage, which must be repaired prior to the next scheduled experiment as soon as possible. As such, experiments must be scheduled at least one month in advance Experimentation is currently suspended; personnel with proper clearance may consult Addendum 3742-3 for more information.
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For experimentation In the event that further experimentation is authorized, subjects with the following conditions will be disqualified from testing consideration:
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History of (or predisposition to) drug/alcohol addiction
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Epilepsy or other sensory disorders
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Obsessive behaviors
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Immunosuppressive disorders
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Subjects previously exposed to other anomalous musical phenomena
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Subjects must be approved by the Project Director on a case-by-case basis. Subjects with documented resistance to addictive and/or compulsive behaviors are considered to be best suited for SCP-3742 experimentation. Following testing, subjects should be administered Class-B amnestics and monitored to prevent accidental exposure to any music originating from the non-anomalous version of SCP-3742. If exposure to such music is suspected, subjects should be recalled, administered Class-D amnestics, and isolated from all musical media. Procedures calling for the deafening of former subjects in addition to administration of Class-B amnestics are currently under review by the Ethics Committee.
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When not in use, SCP-3742-1 is to remain unpowered with its tonearm removed and placed in a secure locker in the control booth accessible by the Project Director. Any personnel inside the chamber during testing should remain outside SCP-3742’s radius of effect (marked on the floor of the chamber) and apply hearing protection. In the event of an emergency, power to the containment chamber should be cut from the control booth prior to entering the chamber.
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Should SCP-3742 become detached from SCP-3742-1 under any circumstances, it is to be stored in a high-security vault until a replacement can be found for SCP-3742-1; at such time SCP-3742 should be immediately replaced with side one facing up. Under no circumstances is side two of SCP-3742 to be played to completion should it become possible to do so.
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In the event that additional instances of SCP-3742 are discovered2, they should be stored collectively in a high security vault at Storage Site-64.
In the occurrence of a suspected UMMAGUMMA Event, MTF Sigma-21 (“Mosh Pit”) is to be deployed to enact Protocol 3742-Encore.
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Description: SCP-3742 is a vinyl LP record physically identical to the first issue of Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon (UK catalogue number SHVL 804), which was released in the US on 1 March, 1973 and in the UK on 16 March, 1973. Visually, the only difference between SCP-3742 and a non-anomalous version of the album is its labeling, with SCP-3742’s production being attributed to "Perispirit Records". This labeling is consistent between the LP sleeve and the record itself, with album art otherwise unchanged from the original. An insert found in the LP sleeve indicates a link between Perispirit Records and GoI-███ [Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP]; the full insert can be read below (see Addendum 3742-1A).
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Microscopic analysis of the object indicates that it possesses a groove structure functionally identical (>99%) to a non-anomalous copy of the album. However, SCP-3742 seems to be immune to most forms of physical damage and is anomalously attached to the turntable on which it was recovered (designated SCP-3742-1), such that it cannot be removed by means other than the destruction of SCP-3742-1. The label on the disc itself shows similar resistance to damage, though the sleeve and the insert found within do not.
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The primary anomalous effect of SCP-3742 manifests when power is supplied to SCP-3742-1 and its stylus is brought into contact with SCP-3742. Regardless of the physical location of the stylus on the disc, SCP-3742 will begin to play as if from the beginning of the album. Subjects who hear sound broadcast from SCP-3742-1 and any supplementary speakers will experience a mild compulsion to approach SCP-3742-1, often complaining of symptoms such as headache, nausea, and disorientation.
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After playing the entirety of track one, Speak to Me (approximately 1:30 in length), all subjects within a 6 meter radius of SCP-3742-1 will disappear near-instantaneously, along with any object in the possession of a subject. This effect is not modified by changing the volume of SCP-3742-1 or any supplementary speakers; however, individuals who lack the ability to hear and/or comprehend SCP-3742 (such as animals or deaf persons) are not subject to SCP-3742’s effects. Individuals who enter into the radius of effect at any time after the initial disappearance event will also disappear after approximately ten seconds, provided enough time remains on side one of the album.
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Subjects will remain absent until side one is played to completion, reappearing in a similar fashion to their disappearance approximately one minute after the conclusion of track five, The Great Gig in the Sky (approximately 18:56-19:51 after initial activation). Upon reappearance, a majority of subjects exhibit symptoms of drug and/or alcohol intoxication, with overdose symptoms observed in █% of subjects. Post-experimental blood tests have confirmed these symptoms are non-anomalous in nature. While drugs such as alcohol, nicotine, and tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) are the most common intoxicating agents, more dangerous narcotics have been detected in the systems of some subjects; notable examples include LSD, heroin, and in one case traces of SCP-███.
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After the disappearance of any listeners, remote observers will comprehend sound being broadcast from SCP-3742-1 as a continuous loop of the three second “screaming” intro to track two, Breathe (in the Air) (which lasts from 1:30-1:33 in the non-anomalous version). Audio recordings of this phenomenon will also display this property, which continues for the duration of side one. Removal of the stylus from SCP-3742 will cause immediate cessation of all anomalous phenomena, rendering the radius of effect safe to enter. Replacing the stylus, regardless of physical location, will cause SCP-3742 to resume from the point at which the stylus was removed; thus, the album cannot be restarted until the completion of side one. Individuals listening to audio recordings of SCP-3742 do not report symptoms of direct exposure to the anomaly, but a majority of individuals express mild to serious discomfort after approximately one minute of listening; subjects with close relations to listeners exhibit the strongest symptoms of such.
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Subjects who disappear under the effect of SCP-3742 are (or believe themselves to be) transported to a live performance of the album in an as-yet unknown venue (designated SCP-3742-2). As many of these subjects become intoxicated while present in SCP-3742-2, specific details of subjects’ experiences are highly variable, and instructions given to subjects prior to entry are rarely followed correctly, if at all. While a more reliable method of exploring SCP-3742-2 would be preferred, electronic equipment ceases to function correctly within SCP-3742-2. Attempts to utilize film-based and instant-print cameras to collect data have also failed, as images and video taken within SCP-3742-2 seem to experience high levels of radiation corruption upon the reappearance of the listener; such images and video are anomalously watermarked with the following message:
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“This Perispirit Personal Concert is best enjoyed firsthand. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this Perispirit Personal Concert Experience™ is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is punishable by law in the US, UK, and Three Portlands (under the provisions of the Hoover Mandate).”
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If the stylus is removed from SCP-3742, subjects within SCP-3742-2 report a variety of technical difficulties necessitating a pause in the concert until the playback of SCP-3742 is resumed. The longest period of stylus removal during an experimental playback was one week; upon recovery, subject showed signs of severe dehydration but was successfully rehabilitated and estimated the concert resumed after approximately two hours. At the conclusion of side one, subjects report the band retiring backstage for an intermission just prior to returning from SCP-3742-2.
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After recovering from any symptoms of intoxication and malnutrition, previously exposed subjects experience a strong compulsion to return to SCP-3742-2 in order to experience the remainder of the concert (an impossibility due to SCP-3742's anomalous properties). The inability to satisfy this urge causes agitation in subjects without advanced mental fortitude training, leading to obsessive reuse of SCP-3742 (which is often exacerbated by addiction to various drugs apparently available within SCP-3742-2).
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Amnestics have been determined to be only partially successful in eliminating this compulsion, as exposure to music from the album can induce mnestic recall of interactions with SCP-3742. This occurs in all subjects, including those trained to resist SCP-3742's compulsive effects, and causes a resurgence in compulsive behavior. After each mnestic recall event, more potent amnestics are required to suppress symptoms of SCP-3742 exposure. The root cause of this compulsion is currently under investigation; however, data collected since recovery have indicated that the nature of SCP-3742's creation, which is not currently understood, contributes (at least in part) to this compulsion.
+
SCP-3742 was recovered in June of 1974 from the residence of one James Q. █████, an amateur music critic and collector of records, on the Isle of Portland, England, UK. Police were sent to investigate the residence after complaints of a “deathly stench” emanating from the residence were filed by neighbors; the Foundation was notified through contacts in the FBI’s Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU) when a student ID from Deer College belonging to Mr. █████ was found. SCP-3742 was discovered when the stylus of SCP-3742-1 was brought back into contact with the record by UIU investigators, resulting in the reappearance of Mr. █████ approximately ten seconds later. █████ was transferred to Foundation custody and interviewed, during which time it was determined he had purchased the album from “3P LP’s”, a now-defunct record shop in Three Portlands on 14/11/1973.
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After repeated excursions into SCP-3742-2, █████ had become trapped when the stylus of SCP-3742-1 was removed from SCP-37423. During the extended blackout SCP-3742-2 experienced during this period, █████ reported using thaumaturgic techniques he learned at Deer College to create sustenance for himself and several audience members.
+
Through internal contacts the Foundation was notified of an ongoing, but unrelated, UIU investigation into the "3P LPs" record shop and its owner, Roy ████, which allowed for researchers to secure an interview with Mr. ████ (see Addendum 3742-1B). SCP-3742 was transferred to Storage Site-64 two weeks after recovery.
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Addendum 3742-1: Relation to GOI-███ [Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP]
Description: The following was printed on a paper insert from the LP sleeve of SCP-3742. The insert was watermarked with the logo of GOI-███ [Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP]. A promotional message was printed on the front side of the insert, while what appears to be an internal or personal memo was handwritten on the reverse; illegible sections of the memo are marked as such. Both are included below.
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[Front]
+
Thank you for your purchase of this Perispirit Personal Concert Experience™.
+We know that you will enjoy experiencing the thrill of a live music performance, up close and personal, from the comfort of your own home.
+Make memories that will last a lifetime, and relive them again and again with the simple flick of a switch.
+We at Perispirit Records guarantee you will be more than satisfied by this personal Concert Experience.
+And be sure to add these other exclusive Perispirit Personal Concert Experiences™ to your music library; available soon at participating Three Portlands record shops*.
+
In Concert- Derek and the Dominos
+Aloha From Hawaii Via Satellite- Elvis Presley
+Yessongs- Yes
+Flesh, Blood, and [DATA EXPUNGED]- Ion and the Karcists4
+The Beach Boys in Concert- The Beach Boys
+[INFOHAZARDOUS DATA REDACTED]
+Hendrix Reborn: Live From Three Portlands, June 6th, 1972- Jimi Hendrix5
+
*Established clients: consult your latest MC&D catalogue for special offers.
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+
[Transcript of Reverse]
+
Note: Document begins from first legible line. Transcribed as written.
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+
I’ve tried it so many times and it still isn't right! Mar…[ILLEGIBLE]…pushing too hard for a release before the turn of the year. [ILLEGIBLE]…works fine until the end, but that is of course the most essential part. I knew we should have refrained from wasting so much time on the damned legal protections. But the…[ILLEGIBLE]…two months longer than it should have! Who would believe that recording the concert would be the easy part?! Oh, if only Robert…[ILLEGIBLE]. That greedy bastard Rupr…[ILLEGIBLE]…an ultimatum: ship on time or the project is canned. Before the last test I thought I might be able to make the deadline, but now I know this endeavour is doomed. I must end this madness for my own good, as my obsession has even clouded the…[ILLEGIBLE]…too far ahead of its time. Car…[ILLEGIBLE]…will not be pleased, but I will face whatever fate awaits me with my head held high. Or, at least, that is what tell myself…[ILLEGIBLE]…must prevent his fate from befalling another…[ILLEGIBLE]…Robert, I am so sorry…[REMAINDER ILLEGIBLE].
Interviewed: Mr. Roy ████, Owner, 3P LP’s Record Shop, Three Portlands
+
Interviewer: Field Agent Holly Gardner, Foundation/UIU Liaison
+
Foreword: Mr. ████ had been in UIU custody for two days prior to the interview in connection to a classified ongoing investigation. Field Agent Gardner was able to secure the interview prior to the release of Mr. ████.
+
<Begin Log>
+
Agent Gardner: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. ████. I promise this will not take long.
+
████: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what the feds told me when they cuffed me two days ago. But I guess there’s not much I can do to get out of this, seein' as I ain’t got a lawyer with me.
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Agent Gardner: I assure you, Mr. ████, that this is not a criminal investigation. Even if I did know why the FBI took you into custody, none of my questions today are related to…whatever it is you did or didn’t do.
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████: Oh, great. I feel so much better now that I have the w—
+
Agent Gardner (interjecting): Let’s get down to business then. Do you recognize this? [Agent Gardner places the sleeve of SCP-3742 in front of Mr. ████]
+
████: What kinda question is that? Of course I recognize it! It’s only the hottest selling mundane album in Three Portlands. I guess ya need me to say it for the record?
+
Agent Gardner: No, I don’t think that will be necessary. But it seems you misunderstood my question; do you recognize this specific copy?
+
████: [Brief pause as ████ examines the sleeve] Hmmm…yeah, I think I do, but why does it matter? I mean, it’s just a misprint, ain’t it? Perispirit [Records] only distributes records. They don't make their own, not for a normal band like Floyd…I didn’t make it, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m too mundane for that.
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Agent Gardner: How did you come across it then, if you didn’t make it?
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████: Well…y’see I uhhh…[████ pauses for thirty seconds in apparent contemplation].
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Agent Gardner: Mr. ████, please answer the question.
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████: Meh…fine, what the hell. The feds already know this part; I bought it from some guy on the black market. Don’t remember who, and he didn’t say where he got it. He was selling it with a demo tape he…came across for this new act from ‘Frisco. Package deal, otherwise I probably woulda passed it up; I’d heard Floyd plenty, but that ‘Frisco band sounded good. Had some potential, I th—-
+
Agent Gardner: So you never played the record that came in this case specifically?
+
████: Well…no. Not that specific record. Disc looked good so I just put it in a case and forgot about it for about…two months. Ended up selling it to some schmuck from Deer [College] for something like…twenty bucks extra? Deeries6 are always so gullible.
+
Agent Gardner: Do you remember the name of the person who bought the record?
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████: His name's a bit fuzzy, but I wish I could forget his annoying voice. James…James something. Scrawny guy, real pale, bucktoothed. Had some kinda British accent I guess, so I figured he was from the Isle [of Portland]. Said he wanted to be a music critic, but most of the things I heard this kid say about music were [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]. Pardon my French.
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Agent Gardner: So you have no idea where this record came from? And you had never played it before selling it to Mr. ████?
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████: Yep. Scout’s honor [████ holds up hand in a mock salute]. Am I free to go now?
+
Agent Gardner: One last thing, Mr. ████. Your previous comments indicate you have prior knowledge of Perispirit Records as a record label. What do you know about them?
+
████: Well I should hope I know about my biggest supplier of what you guys'd refer to as "anomalous" music. Perispirit is a Three Portlands-based label. They got a few acts signed to 'em, but like I said earlier their main deal is distributing "mundane" music into Three Portlands; they pretty much got a monopoly on that, which made them the biggest pain in my ass before my run-in with the feds…
+
Agent Gardner: Could you elaborate?
+
████: Well, to cover the "costs" of importing music from outside, Perispirit jacks their wholesale prices through the [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] roof. I'm just happy demand is as high as it is, or I wouldn't be makin' any money! Word on the street is that Perispirit is run by some…bigger fish. And if the rumors are to be believed, those markups are pretty much par for the course.
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Agent Gardner: What are these rumors about, exactly?
+
████: About who's running them, of course! Even the schmucks in U-I-Useless know that MC&D have had their dirty hands in Three Portlands for just as long as the [Chicago] Spirit did. Maybe even longer…[████ shows visible discomfort]…n-not that I'd know anything 'bout that…
+
Agent Gardner: Of course not…Well then. Thank you, Mr. ████. I wish you luck in your affairs with the FBI.
+
████: Heh. Too late for that…
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: One week after the conclusion of the interview, a massive UIU sting operation led to the arrest of several leading members of the Three Portlands black market. Because of this, the Foundation has been unable to further trace the origins of SCP-3742. Mr. ████ subsequently enrolled in the FBI’s anomalous witness protection program and has not been seen since; the 3P LP’s record shop was repossessed by UIU after their operation.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
+
This file has been flagged by one or more Trans-Reality Information Consistency (TRIC) programs for discrepancies indicative of a possible ongoing CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario. RAISA Artificially Intelligent Construct (AIC) MEMORIAM is currently assigned to monitor this file for any additional trans-reality modification. Modification to this file has been locked until further notice. Affected sections will be marked with ((double parentheses)).
+
— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: Mr. James █████, Owner of SCP-3742
+
Interviewer: Field Agent Roger Palmer
+
Foreword: Agent Palmer was responsible for the return of Mr. █████ from SCP-3742-2. █████ was released from Foundation medical custody after █ days, having been treated for malnutrition and drug intoxication. As subject continued to experience compulsion to resume listening to SCP-3742, a mild tranquilizer was administered to the subject, who was also restrained physically during the interview. Preliminary testing accomplished by this point had revealed the basic nature of SCP-3742’s anomalous effects.
+
<Begin Log>
+
Agent Palmer: Are we feeling better today, James?
+
█████: Oh of course sir. Feelin’ quite a lot better indeed. A-almost perfect…’cept…'cept I still wish I coulda seen the rest o’ that concert…
+
Agent Palmer: Perhaps we’ll be able to help you, but first I’d like to ask you some questions about your…experience.
+
█████: Sounds fine to me. Though…it’s all rather…fuzzy to me right now…
+
Agent Palmer: Not to worry. Just answer as best you can. First, when did you first realize the album you purchased affected you as it did?
+
█████: I found out the first time I played it. Prob'ly ‘bout…wait…what day is it again? I first played it the day I bought it, so that would be…I-I can’t rightly remember, sir…
+
Agent Palmer: Not to worry, we can figure that much out. No need to strain yourself. Next question: when did you last begin to play the album?
+
█████: Well…let’s see here…I-I think it was a Tuesday…kinda lost track…been a while since I slept…started hearin' the music in my sleep…but…I really would like to try flippin’ the record over. Please sir, I really th—-
+
Agent Palmer: James, we’ll do our best to help you, but I must complete this interview first. So, you can’t remember when you last started playing the record?
+
█████: I’m 'fraid not sir…s-sorry.
+
Agent Palmer: It’s quite alright. So, as I understand it, whenever you played this album you were transported to a live performance of the album. Is this correct?
+
█████: Yeah! It’s the best concert I’ve ever experienced. I mean soon as I got there, I was jus' blown away. You really won’t know what I’m talking ‘bout ‘till you try it out for yourself!
+
Agent Palmer: I’m afraid I’m not very fond of that genre of music.
+
█████: Well, suit yourself. I think you’d like it if you gave it a try, but who am I to say?
+
Agent Palmer: Moving on. As I’m sure you’ve been told, something happened during that last playback that caused the stylus to be removed from the record while you were…gone.
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█████: So that was it? [█████ chuckles] Must’ve been my cat, Pudge. He can be a real bastard sometimes, ‘specially when he’s hungry.
+
Agent Palmer: Noted. While you were…gone…did you notice anything out of the ordinary compared to your other…sessions? For example…any suspicious persons in the audience?
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█████: Well…I…I don’t remember much ‘bout the audience. I was gettin’ high with some Americans I’d taken a liking to during my previous listenings…((but…a-actually, come to think of it…I seem to remember seein’ some strange folks in what looked like…well…prison suits. Didn’t think much of it at the time, but the symbols they wore looked quite like the one on your badge…))
+
((Agent Palmer: Indeed? Strange. Do you recall how many?))
+
((█████: Can’t rightly say, sir. Like I said, I was really quite intoxicated at the time…))
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Agent Palmer: ((Well, that’s certainly understandable. Perhaps it was simply a trick of your memory.))What about any unusual occurrences?
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█████: Ah, yes. That’s where all the trouble started. Right before the end of the last song, the power cut out. They worked a long time to fix it, but none of us were allowed to leave. It lasted for…what felt like a couple of days. Eventually the drugs ran out, ‘n I had to resort to…s-summoning rituals for food…Least I got to put my education to good use, I s'pose. Then…after…a-after Lord knows how long, the power came back on, they finished the set, then went backstage for an intermission…A-an' that’s when I came back to my parlor.
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Agent Palmer: I see…I think that will be all, James.
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█████: Great! I can’t wait to get back there…I think I know a way I might be able to get the record flipped over…if I can just…
+
Agent Palmer: Doctor? If you could please escort Mr. █████ back to his room…
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█████: Wait, my room? I…I thought you were going to help me see the rest of the concert? [Subject becomes agitated] All I want is to flip the bloody record over!
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Agent Palmer: Cut the log! We need sedatives on this man now!
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█████: Y-you bastards! I-i-i-is it really too much to a—-
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: Following the interview, subject was administered Class-C amnestics and released. Subject was expelled from Deer College weeks later following several disciplinary infractions involving fellow music students. Subject was later killed by police during the armed robbery of a record shop in Portland, Oregon. ((Experimentation is planned to ascertain the possible presence of D-Class personnel inside SCP-3742-2.))
The following is an abbreviated briefing given to personnel of MTF Sigma-21 ("Mosh Pit") regarding Procedure 3742-Encore. Full briefing is available to MTF Command personnel on a need-to-know basis.
+
Background: UMMAGUMMA Events
+In 2004, a Trans-Reality Information Consistency (TRIC) program developed by the Foundation Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) flagged an interview log attached to the document as having been subject to trans-reality modification. Usually indicative of a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Event, the data was flagged following the successful conclusion of an experiment in which a group of D-Class personnel were instructed to ascertain the presence of Mr. James █████ (the initial owner of SCP-3742) within SCP-3742-2, supporting an emergent hypothesis that SCP-3742 is temporally recursive in nature.
+
After additional directed testing, researchers concluded that SCP-3742 does in fact utilize a limited form of temporal recursion to transport subjects to SCP-3742-2. Furthermore, based on available data, there is a distinct possibility that subjects are not successfully recalled from SCP-3742-2 following the conclusion of side two of the album. By implication, any complete playthrough of side two of SCP-3742 constitutes an irreversible temporal recursion event, which could have drastic effects on present reality including, but not limited to, one or more of the following:
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CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario
+
XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario
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ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario
+
+
The incursion of subjects affected by SCP-3742 or analogous anomalies into an alternate point in time has since been designated as an UMMAGUMMA Event. As of the writing of this document, ██ UMMAGUMMA Events are thought to have occurred. Due to the wide-ranging and unpredictable effects of these events, Procedure 3742-Encore was developed as a countermeasure pending research into trans-temporal containment options.
+
PROCEDURE 3742-ENCORE: Development
+On ██/██/2007, Experiment 3742/T was authorized by the O5 Council. The objective of the experiment was to test the effect of actions on the part of individuals within SCP-3742-2 on the progression of baseline reality. Test subjects were provided with era-appropriate clothing and alternate identities to minimize the chance of major reality alterations. Subjects were also implanted with capsules programmed to administer Class-D amnestics in case of failure to return from SCP-3742-2. Experimentation log included below.
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TRIAL #
+
INSTRUCTIONS
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EFFECTS
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NOTES
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+
3742/T/1
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D-66984 instructed to exit SCP-3742-2 after arriving.
+
Subject was unable to complete task; reported severe disorientation and vertigo when approaching apparent exits.
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Matches data from previous experiments. TRIC programs indicate no notable effect on current reality.
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+
3742/T/2
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D-55845 instructed to rush the stage of SCP-3742-2.
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SCP-3742’s effect ceased prematurely (approx. 7 minutes), resulting in immediate return of D-55845 to containment chamber. Subject reported returning when she was an estimated 3m from the stage.
+
Likely another “copyright protection” measure. Subjects appear to be unable to affect performers directly. TRIC programs indicate no notable effect on current reality.
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3742/T/3
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D-96152 provided with a 9mm pistol (unloaded), instructed to approach security with gun held to head.7
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SCP-3742’s effect ceased prematurely (10 minutes), returning D-96152 just as [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject confirmed deceased, having acquired ammunition within SCP-3742-2 by unknown means.
+
D-96152’s death, while regrettable, indicates that severe injury triggers a premature ceasure of SCP-3742’s effect. TRIC programs indicate no notable effect on current reality.
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3742/T/4
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D-44589 instructed to proceed to balcony seating inside SCP-3742-2 and push a spectator from the railing.
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Tonearm of SCP-3742-1 spontaneously deflected off SCP-3742 after 15 minutes. Subject not returned.
+
Replacing the tonearm of SCP-3742-1 caused SCP-3742 to play from beginning. TRIC programs indicate trans-reality information modification in multiple online sources pertaining to the concert.
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Following Experiment 3742/T/4, Foundation TRIC webcrawlers flagged information regarding a Pink Floyd concert in ███████, NY, USA on ██/██/1973. The new information described an incident in which a spectator fell from the upper level seating of the venue and killed the person on which they landed, resulting in a premature end to the concert. Not only did this experiment successfully identify the historical location of SCP-3742-2, but it also confirmed that UMMAGUMMA Events could be neutralized by actions taken within an affected performance by individuals present under temporally normal circumstances. Simply put, the only way to stop an UMMAGUMMA Event is to disrupt any affected concerts in real time. Thus, Procedure 3742-Encore was developed and approved by the Ethics Committee after two weeks of debate.
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Procedure 3742-Encore: Instructions
+Procedure 3742-Encore is to be carried out by members of MTF Sigma-21 ("Mosh Pit"). The Foundation, in collaboration with the UIU, has established a system which monitors major musical events in the US, Canada, UK, and European Union8 for suspected UMMAGUMMA Events. Regardless of the apparent danger posed by individual temporal intruders, each UMMAGUMMA Event must be neutralized as quickly as possible by forcing a premature conclusion to the performance in which they manifest. Measures required to fully neutralize an UMMAGUMMA Event change with the circumstances of each manifestation; because of this, MTF Sigma-21 is to be given complete tactical authority over the tactical measures of Procedure 3742-Encore. Though options which minimize collateral damage and/or media exposure are preferred, the Ethics Committee has ruled that any and all measures found necessary by field personnel will have the full support and approval of the Foundation.
+
Once an UMMAGUMMA Event is successfully neutralized, intruding subjects which are not automatically returned to their temporal points of origin should be effectively “locked” in the present, allowing standard containment measures to be enacted. MTF Sigma-21 will then coordinate with other Foundation assets to contain any remaining temporal intruders and/or other related anomalies. Regardless of anomalous capabilities, all temporal intruders are to be treated as provisional anomalies by field personnel and interaction with temporal intruders should be minimized until the stable progression of local time can be confirmed.
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Since the development of Procedure 3742-Encore, █ UMMAGUMMA Events have been successfully neutralized. It is predicted that at least one of these events would have led to a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario.
NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED: [ADDRESS REDACTED]
+<Display Message>
+
Commander,
+As I’m sure you are aware, you have assumed your new post in the wake of Sigma-21’s worst failure to date. Your previous command experience (as well as your previous deployments with “Mosh Pit”) will serve you well in this capacity I’m sure. Once you're done reading up on the anomalies for which your unit is responsible, I have a new task for you. As you know, these recent months have seen a huge increase in UMMAGUMMA Events; however, a recent intelligence breakthrough has shed some light on what seems to be the cause (outlined in the attached document, obtained by MTF Mu-3). Unfortunately, this means that UMMAGUMMA Events won't be slowing down any time soon; given the apparent string of "missed" events, you'll probably be seeing even more action than you were with Asimov's Lawbringers. Rest assured, researchers are trying to find a more permanent solution, but it’s up to you and the “Mosh Pit” to contain them until then. Good luck, Commander. You’re going to need it.
+
Secure. Contain. Protect.
+O5-4
+
P.S: During the investigation of your predecessor, a flagged document was found in his office. The non-anomalous version has been attached for your review. I had to override several protocols in order to clear you for this, but I thought you should be aware of some of the dangers of temporal recursion.
I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day / I wanna rock and roll all night / and party every day
Special Containment Procedures: No one is to enter SCP-3775.
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Description: SCP-3775 is a large (4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms) house situated on a mountaintop near Tazewell, Virginia. It has two aboveground stories, a fully-furnished basement, second-floor balconies at the front and back, a two-car garage, and an in-ground swimming pool in the backyard.
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On 06-13-1976, multiple crimes, injuries, and deaths occurred during a house party at SCP-3775. Each year, between 21:14 and 2:45 on the anniversary of this event, the lights within SCP-3775 will turn on and loud rock music will emanate from within. No further anomalous activity will occur unless someone enters the house during this period. This has only been attempted once.
+
Addendum 1: Exploration
+
SCP-3775's anomalous behavior was first observed in 1977. A remotely-controlled vehicle equipped with a camera was sent inside, but its presence did not trigger any additional activity. As such, this exploration revealed only one piece of information that the police investigation did not: the sound system in the living room (from which the loud music originated) was of the "Syncope Symphony" brand. When questioned, the owners of the house were not able to recall the circumstances of its purchase.
+
During the 1978 activation, D-2751 was sent inside to investigate. He was equipped with a body camera and a noise-canceling headset that would both protect his hearing and allow him to communicate with control. Security officers Marvin and Ortega were positioned in front of and behind the house, respectively, to facilitate quick extraction if D-2751 was in danger.
+
+
<begin log>
+
D-2751: Sounds like a hell of a party in there.
+
Control: Is your hearing protection functioning properly?
+
D-2751: [loudly] What?
+
Control: Is your hearing protection functioning properly?
+
D-2751 sighs
+
D-2751: [at normal volume] Yeah.
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Control: Enter the house.
+
D-2751: Here goes.
+
D-2751 opens the door. Without its muffling effects, the music is now recognizable as Kiss's "Rock and Roll All Nite". This song continues on loop for the remainder of the exploration.
+
The house remains mostly as it was left in 1976. Garbage, debris, and clothing is scattered across the floor throughout.
+
D-2751: Yep, definitely a hell of a party. Anywhere specific you want me to go, or…?
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Control: You can start with the living room.
+
D-2751 continues into a hallway. Entrances to a living room and dining room lie to his left. To his right, the hallway passes two flights of stairs - one going up, the other down - and several doors before terminating an exterior door. Another branch leads to the back door.
+
Turning left, D-2751 enters the living room. The upholstery is badly stained, and the glass coffee table has been shattered. The music is almost too loud for control to hear D-2751.
+
Control: Can you turn off the music?
+
D-2751 approaches the sound system, a multi-track stereo flanked by two large speakers. He presses the power button on the stereo, and the music stops.
+
D-2751: Hey, do you hear th-
+
The stereo abruptly turns back on, playing more loudly than before. D-2751 is startled.
+
Control: Hear what?
+
D-2751: I thought I heard voices. Downstairs, maybe. Here, let me-
+
Carefully, D-2751 turns the volume knob, but it has no discernible effect on the music.
+
D-2751: Uh, do you think unplugging this thing would make any difference?
+
Control: Probably not. The house shouldn't even have electricity.
+
D-2751 looks up at the chandelier on the ceiling. A pink bra dangles from it.
+
D-2751: Huh.
+
Control: See if you can find the source of the voices.
+
D-2751: Uh, sure.
+
D-2751 walks towards the hall, pauses, and sidetracks into the kitchen instead. A pile of empty pizza boxes rots on the counter, and the toppled trashcan is overflowing with more food debris. The sink is filled with broken plates and glasses. No insects or other vermin are present.
+
Control: What are you doing?
+
D-2751 retrieves a large knife from the countertop knife block.
+
D-2751: Just taking some precautions.
+
Now armed, he proceeds quickly through the dining room and back into the hall. A beer pong game has been set up on the dining room table, and shards of antique china crunch underfoot.
+
After exiting the dining room, he descends the stairs. They bring him to another hallway, which turns around a corner to his left and ends at two doors to his right. The voices are coming from behind one of these doors, but their words are not clearly distinguishable.
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D-2751 takes a deep breath and swiftly opens the door. The lights are off in the room beyond, but it is still faintly illuminated by the light from a large CRT front-projection television. The TV is playing a movie1 at high volume, apparently the source of the voices. Seeing this, D-2751 relaxes. He flips the light switch beside the door, revealing various pieces of comfortable furniture and speakers along the walls. Popcorn, crumbs, and plastic wrappers litter the floor.
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D-2751: False alarm, guys. Just a movie.
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Movie:…picture in the yearbook so everyone can see we looked like idiots. Besides, it's the last year.
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D-2751: Don't think I've seen this one.
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Control: Continue exploring the basement, since you're down there.
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D-2751: You got it, boss.
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After emerging from the movie room, D-2751 opens the other door in the hallway, revealing a closet filled with dusty toys and board games.
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D-2751 heads in the other direction and rounds the corner, finding more doors. The first, on his left, is open. Beyond it is a large game room containing air hockey, foosball, and billiards tables.
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D-2751: [whistles softly] This guy was L-I-V-I-N.
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He circles the room, examining the classic movie posters that decorate the walls.
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D-2751: You know, I never got to go to any parties like this in school. None of my friends were rich enough for this shit. Figured I'd get to in college, but…well, you know.
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Idly, he picks up the eight ball and tosses it into the air a few times.
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D-2751: It's funny, that's one of the things that really bugged me in the big house, that I'd never gotten a chance to go to one of those crazy parties like you see in the movies. But I can party as much as I want once you guys let me out, right?
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Control: Please continue the exploration.
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D-2751: Yeah, yeah.
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He returns the eight ball to its place and continues down the hall. The other two doors are locked, and the lights inside these rooms2 seem to be off.
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D-2751: Want me to break in?
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Control: Not right now. Head back upstairs.
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D-2751: You got it.
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D-2751 heads back down the hallway. He glances into the home theater as he passes, noticing that the lights have turned off again. It also appears that the blue and green CRTs have failed, leaving the image dark red and indistinct.
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Once upstairs, D-2751 investigates the interior doors in the hallway. One leads to the two-car garage, currently empty, and the other to a large storage room. He does not enter either.
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The door to one of the upstairs bedrooms slams shut forcefully enough to be heard over the music. The lights flicker.
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Control: Go see what that was.
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D-2751: Uh, are you sure?
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Control: Yes.
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Still holding the knife, D-2751 ascends the stairs.
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D-2756: You know, this place seems kind of familiar.
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On the second floor, a hallway wraps around the stairs and runs down the center of the house. Five doors open from it, and two branches lead to sliding glass doors that connect to the front and rear balconies. As D-2756 reaches the top of the stairs, one of these doors slides open of its own accord. A strong breeze blows in.
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D-2756 steps carefully onto the rear balcony, which runs the length of the house and overlooks the swimming pool. He stands at the railing and looks down at the drained pool.
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D-2776: [quietly] You know, I bet I could jump to the pool from here.
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Control: Do not do that!
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D-2776: Do what?
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Control Jump off the balcony!
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D-2776: Why the hell would I do that?
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Control: You were just talking about it.
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D-2776: What? No I wasn't!
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Control: Yes, you…ah, never mind. Just go check out that bedroom.
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D-2776 steps inside and closes the balcony door. He continues down the hall, heading for the closed bedroom door at the end.
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After almost a minute of walking, D-2776 has only covered about five feet. He stops beside the door to a large bathroom.
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D-2776: What the hell?
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Control: You might be in some kind of spatial distortion. You're still covering ground, though, so just keep going.
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D-2776 looks down the hall again, then back at the stairs. He takes two steps towards the stairs and, upon reaching them in the expected time, sighs with relief. Then he continues trying to traverse the hallway.
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Along the way, he passes three other bedrooms. Each is in disarray, with beside lamps knocked over, sheets twisted or flung aside, and clothing littering the floor.
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After fourteen minutes of continuous walking, D-2976 reaches the closed door. His gait has become noticeably unsteady.
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Control: 2976, are you okay?
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D-2976: Yeah, I-
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He belches lightly.
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D-2976: Uh, 'scuse me. I, uh. I feel kinda tipsy.
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Control: Are you able to continue?
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D-2976: Pff, yeah. I already made it to the door.
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Control: Try to open it.
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D-2976: Well, Hell, don't you think I should knock first? [he hiccups]
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Control: Sure.
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D-2976 knocks on the door, to no discernible response. He tries the doorknob, but the door is locked.
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Control: Try listening at the door.
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D-2976 places the headset around his neck and puts his ear against the door.
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D-2976: Hey…what the fuck? Hey!
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He tries the knob again, and pounds aggressively on the door.
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D-2976: [shouting] Hey! What are you doing?
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D-2976 continues to rattle the doorknob, but it still won't turn. His places his ear against the door again.
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Control: What's happening?
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D-2976 does not seem to hear control. He crouches down to peer through the keyhole.
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[Video and audio of the next 13 seconds are obscured by static. Control did not report any disruption at the time.]
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D-1976 screams and falls backwards. He drops the knife and crawls back down the hall on his hands and knees.
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D-1976: Nononono that wasn't me I didn't do that it wasn't-
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Using the wall to support himself, D-1976 struggles to his feet. He stumbles into the bathroom near the stairs and falls to his knees in front of the toilet. He frantically raises the lid, revealing a bowl that is already almost overflowing with fresh vomit. D-1976 lurches toward the bathtub and pukes into it instead.
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D-1976 sits back against the wall opposite the toilet. He groans nauseously and attempts to catch his breath.
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Behind the house, officer Ortega reports that a thick substance is dripping from the end of the diving board. He does not investigate.
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Control: D-1976, can you hear me?
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D-1976 seems to remember the headset, and puts it back on.
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D-1976: Huh?
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Control: What happened?
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D-1976: [considerably slurred] You know what fucking happened. Is this some kind of trick?
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Control: I don't know what you're talking about. What did you see behind the-
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D-1976: Fuck this.
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D-1976 tears off the headset and flings it into the shower. For this reason, all remaining audio from the headset consists of muffled music.
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Slowly, D-1976 staggers to his feet. He stumbles out of the bathroom and towards the stairs. On the third step, he trips and falls the rest of the way down.
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D-1976 lies stunned or unconscious at the bottom of the stairs for almost a minute. During this time, the music grows continuously louder and the lights take on an increasingly yellow tint.
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Ortega reports that the rate of dripping from the diving board has increased.
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Smoky haze begins to fill the house. The record skips, repeating the chorus over and over again.
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An unrecognizable teenager walks into view of the body camera. It is standing directly in front of the glass back door but is not visible from outside the house. The teenager gazes disinterestedly down at D-1976. After a few seconds, it raises a red plastic cup and pours the contents on him.
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D-1976 wakes up. The teenager wanders out of the body camera's view and is not seen again.
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D-1976 climbs back to his feet. He wobbles to the front door and tries to open it, but it seems to be stuck. He starts pounding on it and shouting for help. Officer Marvin requests permission to extract the subject, which is denied by control.
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Ortega sees the back door shatter. D-1976 hears the sound and moves towards it. The smoke inside is now thick enough to significantly impede vision, but none of it escapes through the shattered door.
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D-1976 exits the house and staggers along the pool deck, wiping his eyes and coughing loudly. Seemingly unintentionally, he stumbles out onto the diving board. He stops at the very end of the board and looks down.
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The swimming pool, which was drained after the house's abandonment, is twelve feet deep beneath the diving board. It currently holds only a few inches of stagnant rainwater, which has been turned red by the substance dripping from the board. It seems unnaturally bright in the pool-bottom lights.
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D-1976 looks up at officer Ortega. There is something wrong with his face. His voice, no longer slurred, can be clearly heard despite the distance and the overwhelming volume of the music.
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D-1976:Great party, isn't it?
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D-1976's knees buckle. The back of his head collides with the diving board as he falls, landing facedown in the bloody water twelve feet below.
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All activity in the house abruptly ceases.
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Addendum 2: Post-Analysis
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The blood from the swimming pool was of the same type as D-1976's.
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D-1976 was dead when the guards retrieved him. Cause of death was found to be drowning. His blood alcohol content was 0%.
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D-1976's records state that, prior to his recruitment as a Class D personnel, he had been sentenced to life imprisonment for crimes committed during the 1976 house party at SCP-3775. Testing him with the object was therefore a breach of cross-contamination protocols. It is not clear why this was permitted, or why personnel assigned to SCP-3775 were unaware of the connection.
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It is likewise unclear how D-1976 failed to recognize his own home.
Filename: house.jpg
+Name: My Auntie and Uncle's little log cabin, street side, two stories, two garages, Hood Canal, Union, Washington, USA
+Author: Wonderlane
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:https://openverse.org/image/d7385dd3-974b-4362-914b-e5663416b5ca?q=log%20cabin
+Additional Notes: I modified it some with the Photos iPhone app to make it look old and creepy.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3794 is kept within a standard item locker. Testing is currently suspended.
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Description: SCP-3794 is a sledgehammer that converts living tissue to pico de gallo salsa when swung with sufficient force. This salsa is not significantly different from ordinary salsas in composition, nutritional value, or taste.
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Tissue is converted instantly within a ~3-8 cm radius from the area directly struck by SCP-3794. Converted salsa does not adhere to the subject and slides out of the resulting depression or hole in the subject's body. Blood vessels and other structures terminate abruptly at the edge of conversion, as if cauterized.
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If salsa conversion causes a portion of the body to become detached, this portion will retain life functions as long as the subject does.
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Addendum: SCP-3794 was used on test subject's skull, resulting in conversion of entire brain and majority of skull to salsa. Despite this, the subject continued to move frantically before crudely writing "HELP" using the spilled salsa.
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Consumption of the salsa resulted in the death of the subject within 30 minutes. Testing halted.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3818 is two human beings with no other known anomalies, and as such have been contained within separate standard humanoid containment suites within Bio-Site 66. All security clearance has been revoked from SCP-3818 at the time of writing; personnel are to be reminded that SCP-3818 is to be referred to as such until further notice.
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SCP-3818-A and -B have been fitted with comfortable and locked collars indicating their SCP designations. These collars must be worn at all times.
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Description: SCP-3818 is two identical instances of a human male of Irish-English ancestry. It stands 175cm tall (5 foot 9 inches) and weighs 75.75 kilograms (167 lbs).
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On ██/██/████, a perfect doppelganger of Agent David Hawk, Level 3 Field Agent, manifested in the agent’s quarters of Bio-Site 66 sometime in the early morning hours while the ‘original’ was asleep. Prior to the manifestation of SCP-3818, Agent Hawk was attached to Task Force 066-Beta, which assists with the management of biological items contained for study at Bio-Site 66; currently, both instances of Agent Hawk have been contained collectively as SCP-3818 at Bio-Site 66 until the nature of this anomaly can be ascertained. The two have been arbitrarily designated SCP-3818-A and SCP-3818-B at this time, collectively SCP-3818.
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Physical and psychological examination has revealed that both instances of Agent Hawk are identical. Below is an assortment of observations made during the initial containment process:
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Both instances have the exact same DNA, height and weight, fingerprints, vocal signature, dental impression, tongue print, birthmarks, freckles, footprints, gut flora, and blood type.
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Both instances have evidence of a healed clavicle, previously broken at age 13 while playing lacrosse, as well as independently reported mild memory loss from a car accident.
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Both instances appear to possess the same memories, with knowledge of their login credentials, passwords, and specific knowledge of data on Agent Hawk’s computer.
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Both instances possess the same memories of interpersonal history with other personnel within and outside the Foundation.
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Both instances have an allergy to cumin.
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Both instances have previously taken speech therapy to minimize a lisp.
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Both instances have previously been wounded during an altercation with an instance of SCP-████, as evidenced by [unnecessary data redacted].
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Both instances dislike the nickname “Dave”.
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The origin of this anomaly is as of yet unknown; no SCP anomalies associated with Bio-Site 66, any of its researchers, or agents, have any history or effects that are in any way associated with the manifestation of duplicated human beings in the manner displayed in SCP-3818.
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Interviews: SCP-3818-A and -B were interviewed separately by Drs Bridge and Seidelman at 9:45 AM on the day of their discovery, and then multiple interviews at different points in time afterward. Below are transcripts of various interviews taken with SCP-3818.
Dr. Bridge: Good morning, erm, please identify yourself.
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3818-A: David- Agent David Hawk, Level 3, Task Force Zero Six Six Beta, Site 66.
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Dr. Bridge: Mm. Tell me about your day so far, Agent. I will be referring to you as 3818-A, or A, after this. Proceed.
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3818-A: Yeah, I get it. At six A.M. my alarm went off, and both of us woke up and realized we weren’t alone.
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Dr. Bridge: Both you and B.
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3818-A: Yeah. Both woke up in… well, my bed, I looked over and saw him there. We freaked out, started fighting. Security guy, I think Frank? He heard us, came down and broke us up. Now we’re here.
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Dr. Bridge: You woke up in bed together. And you had the same clothing, down to the brand of shirt… The guard detained you both from there, correct?
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3818-A: Yeah.
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Dr. Bridge: And as far as we can all tell, you’re the same- sorry, you’re identical. Down to memories of people you know.
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3818-A: As far as I’m aware I guess? brief pause Uh, about memory, Doctor, you probably know. I had an accident?
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Dr. Bridge: Mm. I’m reading that on your file. You were in an accident and lost a lot of of your early memories.
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3818-A: Yeah.
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Dr. Bridge: Mm. Noted. We’re done here for now, I’ll see you again later. If you need anything, ping the guards.
Dr. Bridge: Good morning, please identify yourself.
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3818-B: Agent David Hawk, Site-66 Task Force Oh-Six Six Beta, Level 3.
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Dr. Bridge: Good, okay… so tell me why we’re here, Agent. Your designation is 3818-B, just so you’re aware.
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3818-B: I’m- Okay. Okay, so my alarm went off and he reached over to shut it off. He looked over, and we both scream and freak out.
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Dr. Bridge: You and dash-A, you mean.
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3818-B: Rr- Yes. I shoved him out of bed, we started fighting. I almost got him in a grapple when… F-Frank. Frank? Showed up.
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Dr. Bridge: He realized you two were- Appeared, sorry, identical, and detained you.
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3818-B: Yeah. Identical, as far as everyone can tell. Apparently he even broke his collarbone when he was little. I actually forgot about that.
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Dr. Bridge: Yes, as far as we can tell everything seems identical between you two, down to medical history… Though, while we’re using the phrase ‘identical’, we’re treating the two of you as separate entities.
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3818-B: Thanks, I-I guess? We’re not the same, I didn’t just mitosis in the middle of the night.
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Dr. Bridge: Yeah. pause I think that’s all for now, but I will be back in later on. If you need anything, ping the guards.
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3818-B: Thanks, doctor.
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Interview 1-3818-B end
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Below are further interviews, both taken eight days after initial containment.
Dr. Bridge: Good afternoon, Dash-A. You holding up alright?
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3818-A: I am, yeah. Just trying to stay sane.
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Dr. Bridge: It’s been a little over a week since containment.
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3818-A: Only that? It feels so much longer, fuck.
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Dr. Bridge: So I hear from most containees. And… you’ve been a little reclusive, even for a containee.
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3818-A: I shouldn’t be in containment, Doctor. You know that.
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Dr. Bridge: Well I wouldn’t say I should know that, you’re clearly part of an anomaly. As rough as it is, you’re…
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3818-A: … Here.
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Dr. Bridge:several seconds of silence Dash-A, I’m concerned about your state of mind. Try to rest, you’re clearly stewing in something. Okay? You’re aware you can requisition entertainment material, right?
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3818-A: Yeah, of course. I’ll try to find something,
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Dr. Bridge: Then do so. Just ask the guards, we’ll get it to you. They have a logging system, we won’t miss anything. Ask for anything you like. Other than Internet access.
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3818-A: Oh, drat, I hoped to get that first.
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Dr. Bridge: Mm- hah. Yeah, I’m sorry, you know the process.
Dr. Bridge: Good afternoon Dash-B, you wanted to see me?
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3818-B: I did, yeah. Any progress trying to figure out what’s going on here?
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Dr. Bridge: … No, not yet. No new developments on our end. How are you holding up?
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3818-B: Fff… doctor, I swear to god, I have no idea what’s going on here.
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Dr. Bridge: I didn’t think you wo-
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3818-B: Sorry, I’m… Doctor, nothing? The camera thing maybe?
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Dr. Bridge: You’ve never worked with that, have you?
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3818-B: N-no, but it’s… like the only thing I can think of that could explain this bullshit.
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Dr. Bridge: Mm. You’re anxious, really anxious, aren’t you?
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3818-B: … Yeah, sorry. Shouldn’t swear at you- It’s been a week, right?
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Dr. Bridge: Day eight… You’ve requisitioned some entertainment material, yes?
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3818-B: Yeah I have my music and movies and stuff. There’s nothing else to do around here.
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Dr. Bridge: We can look into more novel entertainment or avenues of expression. If you think that would help.
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3818-B: I… I don’t know. It’s like a bad dream Doc. Like…
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Dr. Bridge: … Go on.
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3818-B: Like it’s not getting better.
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Interview 5-SCP-3818-B end.
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Dr. Bridge and Dr. Seidelman believe that the above interviews are worthwhile keeping in the main SCP-3818 summary file; further interview logs are available upon request.
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Follow-Up Summary: SCP-3818-A and -B remain in Euclid class humanoid containment. Both maintain ignorance to the nature of their shared anomaly.
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Incident Summary - Security Breach ██/██/████:edited On ██/██/████ at 2:17 P.M. local time, a wide-scale breach occurred across Bio-Site 66, causing the accidental release of multiple Euclid class SCP entities. During this time, a number of containment systems, site and SCP surveillance, and backup power systems experienced rolling failures across the Site.
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The incident lasted for approximately two-and-a-half hours. Of note is that all humanoid containment at Bio-Site 66 failed during this breach; however, humanoid SCP objects other than 3818-A and 3818-B remained within containment, for their own safety. SCP-3818-A and -B are unaccounted for during the entire duration of the breach.
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During this time, security surveillance was irregular, with camera systems rebooting repeatedly. Due to this, limited visual records exist of the breach. While mostly successful in their efforts, the escaped SCP-████ became especially difficult towards the latter half of the breach and forced the present members of Task Force 066-Beta to scatter.
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By 5:02 P.M. local time, several Mobile Task Forces arrived at Bio-Site 66 to lend support from other Sites. System functionality was restored and remaining SCP objects were soon returned to containment.
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At 6:22 P.M. local time, SCP-3818-A and -B were discovered in an unused containment chamber. The designation collars had been damaged and removed from both instances; one instance was found dead, with the other bearing wounds consistent with SCP-████ as well as close-quarters-combat.
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The remaining instance of SCP-3818 remains in containment; the deceased instance has been given full funerary process, at the behest of Dr. Bridge.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-382-1 is to be stored in a standard Site-██ containment room, inside a 1.5 x 1.5 x 1.5 meter plexiglass box of 5 centimeter thickness, at minimum. A video camera is to be kept trained on it at all times, though this is merely for observational purposes. Due to the area of influence and deleterious nature of SCP-382's effect, it should only be removed from its enclosure for testing purposes, with staff observing from a remote location.
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The manifestation of SCP-382-2 has so far been confined to SCP-382-1, and therefore requires no special containment procedures beyond those already in place for SCP-382-1. See addendum 382-A. No personnel (Class-D or otherwise) should interact with SCP-382-1 for more than 2 hours, unless accompanied by at least one armed Agent.
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Description: In its inactive state, SCP-382-1 is a large baby carriage, manufactured in 19██ by █████, ██████████ & ██████ of ██████████, England. Its age shows; metal components are heavily rusted, the rubber of the tires is brittle, and the cushion is missing.
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SCP-382-2 appears to be an infant, between █ and ██ months old, extremely emaciated, with several injuries that seem to vary with each manifestation. On different occasions, SCP-382-2 has shown heavy bruising, broken bones, and sometimes [DATA EXPUNGED] despite which 382-2 could still make vocalizations, although it is unknown how this was possible. When SCP-382-1 is not being interacted with, SCP-382-2 manifests every ██ to ██ minutes, staying between █ and █ minutes. However, when a person places their hands on the handlebars of the carriage, 382-2 will instantly manifest, and the period of time of both disappearance and reappearance will decrease to approximately 1 second.
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Any person who makes visual contact with SCP-382-1 (from now on referred to as "the subject") is compelled to approach it and place their hands on its handlebar. While manifesting only intermittently, SCP-382-2 appears to compound the effect when the subject sees it. This effect does not transmit through video feeds, transparent objects, or anything else that would separate SCP-382-1 and its "victim", and once the subject is in contact with SCP-382-1, no one else will be influenced until the subject has died and SCP-382 has reset. As soon as the subject comes into physical contact with SCP-382-1 and SCP-382-2 has manifested, they appear to enter a trance, in which they will propel SCP-382-1 in a small circle and make noises directed at SCP-382-2, apparently intended to be soothing. As time passes, the subject will begin to weaken and their body will begin to degrade, while SCP-382-1 slowly begins to take on a new, shinier appearance; rust will begin to flake off, revealing shiny metal underneath, the rubber wheels will become more supple, and a velvet cushion will appear inside. At the same time, each successive manifestation of SCP-382-2 will appear with fewer and fewer injuries, while looking less and less emaciated. The subject will continue to interact with SCP-382 up until just under two hours, at which point they will perish due to massive, widespread organ failure. As of yet, no subject has lasted for more than two hours See addendum 382-A
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Once the subject has perished, SCP-382-2 will disappear and SCP-382-1 will return to its former, derelict appearance within 30 minutes.
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Addendum 382-A:
+On ██/██/20██, my research team and I began testing to determine whether a person of sufficient youth and physical fitness could sustain interaction with SCP-382 past the two hour mark. D-382-gtf87i was chosen for his age (only ██ years) and because he had been a physical trainer prior to [DATA EXPUNGED], and kept in shape throughout his incarceration at [REDACTED]. His exposure to SCP-382 proceeded as normal, though the physical degradation appeared to progress at a slower rate than previous test subjects. After the 2 hour mark, with D-382-gtf87i still living, though in extremely poor condition, SCP-382-2 manifested as usual, but did not disappear 1 second later. SCP-382-2 then [DATA EXPUNGED], consuming the then mummified corpse of D-382-gtf87i, and proceeded to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Fortunately, only one other Class-D was killed before SCP-382-2 was terminated by Agent ████████, but the event has necessitated the amending of the SCP-382-2's special containment procedures somewhat. I don't feel that this warrants a change in classification level.
+- Dr. ██████
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3821 shall be kept inside a Secure Storage Vault when not being used to carry out containment procedures. Every three days, an envelope containing a blank letter addressed to the Foundation's front business, "Royal Paper Distributor", will be inserted into SCP-3821. Once the letter has arrived, it is to be disposed of in any manner deemed fit.
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SCP-3821-1 is to be kept within a 5m x 5m x 3m Humanoid Containment Cell outfitted with a mail chute and Mail sorting unit, and shall be monitored for any abnormal activity.
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Description: SCP-3821 refers to a standard blue United States Postal Service collection box. Its anomalous effects can be observed when an envelope weighing under 13 oz., containing a letter, and labeled with a valid postage stamp is inserted into the anomaly. After insertion, the envelope will appear at any location it is addressed to, provided it is within the United States, precisely two days later. In the event that the second day falls on a Sunday, the envelope will instead appear the next day.
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Discovery: SCP-3821's effects were first observed on 5/23/2017 when five envelopes carrying improvised explosive devices detonated in multiple locations across Site-█. Security footage captured two of the envelopes materializing shortly before the detonation. An investigation into the source of the components of the explosives identified the devices' creator to be James Richfield. Interrogations by Foundation officials revealed him to be a member of the Chaos Insurgency, as well as revealing the existence and location of SCP-3821.
An envelope containing a blank letter and valid postage stamp addressed to Site-█ is inserted into the anomaly.
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The envelope appears two days later in the cafeteria of Site-█.
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Test #2
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An envelope containing a blank letter and valid postage stamp addressed to a Foundation submarine is inserted into the anomaly.
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The envelope appears two days later in one of the submarine's wiring panels, subsequently igniting and damaging the vessel's navigation system.
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+Note: From now on, all letters inserted into SCP-3821 should be addressed to a Foundation front business where they will not pose a risk to any important Foundation operating or containment systems.
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Test #3
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An envelope containing a blank letter and valid postage stamp addressed to a Foundation front business in the United States' Eastern Time Zone is inserted into the anomaly on a Thursday at precisely 23:00 Pacific Standard Time.
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The Envelope arrives at its location the following Monday at 2:00 Eastern Standard Time.
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Test #4
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An envelope addressed to Royal Paper Distributor containing a blank letter, valid postage stamp, and weight weighing in at over 13 oz. is inserted into the anomaly.
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The envelope disappears from the anomaly, but never arrives at the addressed location.
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Test #5
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An envelope addressed to Royal Paper Distributor containing a blank letter, valid postage stamp, and tracking device is inserted into the anomaly.
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Envelope immediately appears at an unknown location, later identified to be a sub-level of [REDACTED], and remains there for two days before appearing at the addressed location.
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SCP-3821-1 Recovery: Shortly after the discoveries of the fifth test, an exploration unit was assembled and sent to investigate the uncovered location. The location was revealed to be an abandoned mailroom containing SCP-3821-1. SCP-3821-1 appeared to be a caucasian male 1.8 meters in height and clad in professional work attire. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the figure possessed no facial features besides two humanoid ears. The subject offered no resistance during containment and was relocated to Site-█. After the subject's containment, SCP-3821 temporarily ceased anomalous activity.
SCP-3821-1 was initially unresponsive after containment, moving only when forced to do so. Two days after containment, the subject began moving along the perimeter of the containment cell. Over the next week, the subject increased its activity and Foundation personnel were sent in to interfere when the subject began to attack the walls of its containment cell. Two guards were injured before the subject was successfully subdued.
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In an attempt to pacify the subject, a mail chute and mail sorting unit were introduced into the containment cell in order to simulate a mailroom environment. The subject continued hostile activity until an envelope was inserted into SCP-3821 and it was discovered that SCP-3821 had resumed anomalous activity, with the envelope now being delivered to SCP-3821-1's containment cell before appearing at the addressed location. After relocating the envelope from the mail chute to the mail sorting unit, SCP-3821-1 ceased all hostile activity and returned to an inactive state.
General Notice: The contents of the following file are provisional and liable to change significantly throughout the development of current events. -[REDACTED]
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Research into the precise nature of SCP-3888, its root cause, and the potential to recover affected personnel or civilians is ongoing. All personnel are encouraged to submit any information they believe may be pertinent to SCP-3888 to the SCP-3888 crisis research committee. Foundation AI projects are currently authorized to identify and collect such information from civilian sources. Until further notice, Foundation personnel missing for unknown reasons and spikes in civilian disappearances beyond projected statistics are to be considered caused by the action of SCP-3888 unless proven otherwise.
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Law enforcement agencies have categorized most civilians affected by SCP-3888 as missing persons. The activities of such law enforcement agencies are to be monitored with heightened priority, but no further action against them is believed to be necessary or an efficient use of resources at this time. Civilian sources found attempting to link known disappearances to a single cause are to be considered targets for suppression on a case-by-case basis.
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The complete list of affected Foundation personnel is contained in Document 3888-A, and can be accessed by personnel with Level 2 clearance, while the complete list of all known or suspected victims can be accessed by personnel with Level 3/3888 clearance in Document 3888-B. Complete evidence logs can be accessed by personnel with Level 3/3888 clearance via Documents 3888-C and 3888-D, and the original copies of evidence may be accessed by personnel with 3888 clearance. Current hypotheses as to the nature of SCP-3888 and possible future countermeasures can be accessed by personnel with 3888 clearance in Document 3888-E.
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Description: SCP-3888 is the theoretical unified origin of a series of anomalous phenomena related to the recent disappearance of 54 Foundation personnel and an estimate of at least [REDACTED]1 civilians, with no direct, human eyewitnesses.
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Collected evidence suggests that most, if not all, affected persons disappeared between 22:00 and 23:00 (local time in known cases) on 03/01/2017. Initially, multiple disappearances noticed on Foundation security footage and intercepted from civilian sources were reported as Potential Extranormal Events. However, early assessments of material recovered from the quarters of Dr. Brook, Dr. Lem, and the former O5-█ suggested the possibility that some persons affected by SCP-3888 events were aware of the imminent nature of their disappearances, and of a possible root cause. While the exact nature of SCP-3888 or such a root cause is not understood from current research, the disappearances received a collective SCP classification in light of their widespread nature and further evidence indicating that many victims had prior awareness (refer to Addendum 1).
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Circumstantial evidence and recovered video footage of SCP-3888 events suggests that most objects carried by affected persons, including clothing, disappeared at the same time as the affected persons. Recovered video footage of SCP-3888 events sometimes display evidence of tampering2, but the cause of this is unknown and believed at present to be anomalous rather than mundane. Video footage also demonstrates differing modes of disappearance between affected persons, some simply disappearing between recorded frames while others are subject to possible anomalous phenomenon which remove them from observation (refer to Addendum 1).
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Signs of a struggle are sometimes present at locations in which persons seem to have disappeared or in portions of recovered video footage. While evaluation is ongoing, this seems to have occurred in relatively few cases. Furthermore, it is currently believed probable that affected persons with any prior awareness of the SCP-3888 event and/or its cause were unwilling or unable to inform their friends and coworkers about SCP-3888 in any capacity. The reason for this is unknown.
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Addendum 1 - Recovered Media and Evidence of SCP-3888 Event: Below is a partial list of evidence compiled from Documents 3888-C and 3888-D regarding the SCP-3888 event and its aftermath, consisting primarily of Foundation sources. Additional representative data from civilian disappearances is pending review of further civilian sources.
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Video Log Transcript: Footage obtained from security camera at Westminster Underground Station, London, taken 03/01/2017, recovered by ██████.███. On-duty security guards were apprehended and amnesticized.
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<Begin Log>
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22:47:33: Civilian identified as Caroline ██████ enters station. No other persons are present.
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22:47:51: Video feed is affected for five seconds by distortions similar to compression artifacts.
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22:48:06: ██████ quickly looks up and glances around the station, apparently startled, and backs up against a nearby wall.
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22:48:13: ██████ appears to "fall" diagonally through the adjacent wall and station platform.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Footage corroborated later by records obtained from additional security cameras.
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Interviewed: Dr. Emmett Bell
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Interviewer: Dr. Simon Hayes
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Foreword: Excerpt from a routine psychological evaluation of Dr. Bell following the disappearance of Research Assistant Julian Abram during the SCP-3888 event.
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<Begin Partial Log>
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Dr. Hayes: Back up a little. You mentioned that Abram complained about nightmares?
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Dr. Bell: I, uh, shouldn't really have put it that way I guess. He just mentioned it once, before we were dissecting the brain of SCP-███, but that was only a couple of days before. [pause]
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Dr. Hayes: Go on.
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Dr. Bell: He didn't say much about it. More like an, um, impression than anything vivid. Something had just reminded him of a feeling from the dream though. [pause] Just before I came in the room I think. Something about how quiet it was.
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Dr. Hayes: He didn't describe anything further? Nothing about why the dream was relevant, why he mentioned it?
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Dr. Bell: I honestly don't know. [pause] Uh, I didn't really ask him anything else about it. Certainly didn't seem as important as preparing the cadaver at the time; we had to get started before cell death was complete.
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Dr. Hayes: But Abram seemed upset, didn't he?
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Dr. Bell: Uncomfortable. Figured it was a natural thing for him, not really our problem.
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: Research Assistant ███ has taken on the role of Abram in Dr. Bell's work. Dr. Bell seems to have suffered relatively minimal psychological disturbance following the disappearance of Abram.
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E-mail recovered by ██████.███.██, sent from Roger ███████ to David ██████ at 20:55 on 03/01/2017. Roger ███████ was reported missing on 03/07/2017.
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Subject: Next week's meeting
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Hi Dave,
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Apologies about the row today; it won't happen again. I actually should be ready for our conference with ████████, I'll just need to devote a bit more time to the presentation. Might do that from home instead of the office if that'd still be helpful to you. I don't think that I'll be able to get into the city tomorrow.
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Interviewed: Dr. Adeline Renaud
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Interviewer: Agent ████ ██████
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Foreword: Excerpt from an interview of Dr. Renaud by her request, involving information pertinent to the disappearance of Dr. Arthur Brook.
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<Begin Partial Log>
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Agent ██████: So, uh, when did you last see Dr. Brook?
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Dr. Renaud: It was on March first, but before it all happened. This was just after reviewing the new transmission intercepted by the ███████ █████ around SCP-████; I was getting lunch and he was sitting with ████ and me in the canteen. He… [pause] he had a piece of paper with him. Folded in his pocket, but he was taking it out and glancing it over every so often. Sometimes muttering a bit to himself, not loud enough for me to hear. Thought it was a bit odd at the time because I couldn't immediately see any writing on the page.
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Agent ██████: "Immediately?"
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Dr. Renaud: Yeah, he set it down for a few seconds at one point. There was just one sentence typed in the middle of the page, rather large font. I remember it said "How are you feeling today?"
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Agent ██████: Lemme guess. You didn't ask him what it meant.
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Dr. Renaud: Well, no. I thought it seemed personal; I didn't want him to think I was prying.
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Agent ██████: Dr. Renaud, do you personally know of anyone whom he would have received that sort of message from? Anyone he confided in?
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Dr. Renaud: [pause] No, I don't think I do. Should I?
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<End Log>
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Closing Statement: A folded piece of paper with the phrase "Not much longer." typed in the center of it was recovered from Dr. Brook's quarters following his disappearance. Dr. Brook's bookcase was overturned. The paper is currently stored as evidence, alongside Dr. Brook's journal, and displays no known anomalous properties.
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Final entry of Dr. Isaac Lem's journal, recovered from his quarters 03/02/2017
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03/01/2017 - We've still been trying to figure out some way to mitigate the number of civilians being affected by SCP-████, but none of our attempts at telepathic shielding, not even [REDACTED]. There's actually a motion to vote on testing the █████ amnestic with groups of D-Class and assessing the effects before moving onto [REDACTED] gets too much worse. More wool with which to cover our eyes and plug our ears. Can't say that's not what the Foundation's always been selling. Won't be something I have to deal with at least. Not when I finally have a choice.
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Video Log Transcript: Footage observed from security camera in Site-77, Medical Wing, Room 33 on 03/01/2017. Researcher Ross Liao is the room's current inpatient, undergoing treatment for chemical burns inflicted by SCP-████.
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<Begin Log>
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22:55:19: Dr. █████ dims lights and exits room. Liao remains in a supine position with his eyes closed.
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22:56:13: Liao turns his head slightly and opens his eyes, then appears to speak for the next 24 seconds.3
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22:56:38: Liao returns to a supine position and closes his eyes, appearing contended.
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22:57:04: Liao begins to vanish over the course of 8 seconds, during which he becomes continuously more transparent to visible and IR wavelengths until he seems no longer present. The bed sheet formerly covering his body collapses after this point.
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Closing Statement: Medical equipment, including the cannula which had been inserted into Liao's cephalic vein, remained in the room following his disappearance. Traces of Liao's cerebrospinal fluid were detected on the bed's pillow. The reason for this is currently unknown.
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Thought I'd come and talk more. I've missed listening to you.
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Interviewed: Dr. Giles Blanc
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Interviewer: Agent ██████ █████
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Foreword: Excerpt from an interview of Dr. Blanc by his request, involving information pertinent to the disappearance of Junior Researcher Monika Rubin.
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<Begin Partial Log>
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Agent █████: Well, where did you think that Rubin had gone off to?
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Dr. Blanc: Hell if I know. I was already up to my ears with the fallout from [REDACTED]; you know how difficult it is to make sure the right half of a department forgets they'd just listened [REDACTED].
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Agent █████: [REDACTED]. Please, back to Rubin.
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Dr. Blanc: Right, right. [pause] She didn't show up the day after all that; I figured she was probably taking a day off, though she hadn't been one of the infected as far as we knew. Might've considered reprimanding her if she'd come to see me the next day, but when she still wasn't showing up, and after the news about SCP-3888 finally poured in, I gave you notification. And then we found that… [pause] drawing she'd made in her notes.
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Agent █████: Of course. But following the event, why weren't you keeping tabs on her?
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Dr. Blanc: [pause] Maybe I should've. I was busy making sure everyone else was fine.
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Closing Statement: Dr. Blanc has received an official reprimand for failing to exhibit responsibility for his staff. Scans of the last several pages of Junior Researcher Rubin's notes have been added to Document 3888-C.
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Thanks :)
+I'm glad we can still have time together like this. It's like we're the only ones who can really understand each other.
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How have things been in the laboratory lately?
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Video Log Transcript: Footage observed from security camera in Site-81, C Wing, Lab 56 on 03/01/2017
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22:08:23: Dr. Gabriel Langley enters room and sits down near the main lab bench. He produces his lab notebook and begins to read from it.
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22:09:13: Researcher █████████, the only other person present, exits room. Dr. Langley immediately closes his notebook and begins to stare unresponsively at the benchtop.
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22:14:47: Dr. Langley begins to rest his head on his hands.
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22:15:35: Dr. Langley stands up and turns leftward, starting to smile.
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22:15:41: Dr. Langley vanishes between recorded frames.
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Closing Statement: Dr. Langley's lab notebook was recovered. All pages had been rendered blank by unknown means. Researcher █████████ has been questioned and was found ignorant of the anomalous occurrences.
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I know how hard it must be.
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Video Log Transcript: Footage observed from Camera 2 of Site-19's Euclid Wing, Hallway 12, on 03/01/2017
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22:28:56: Dr. Philip Orellana enters the camera's right field of view and is observed walking through the hallway.
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22:29:11: Dr. Orellana exits the camera's left field of view.
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22:30:20: Dr. Orellana enters the camera's right field of view, initially appearing to act in a visually identical manner to his previous appearance. However, an open wound is now located above his left eye.
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22:30:24: Dr. Orellana abruptly flinches and covers his ears with both hands, no longer walking. He appears confused and examines his surroundings while moving the fingers of his left hand over the wound.
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22:30:35: Dr. Orellana removes his hands from his head and begins running in place. Footage begins to become affected by corrupted pixels at irregular intervals.
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22:31:57: Dr. Orellana stumbles, regains his footing, then continues to run in place.
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22:32:44: Dr. Orellana begins running forward and exits the camera's left field of view.
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Closing Statement: Dr. Orellana was not recorded leaving his quarters after having been seen entering them at 21:58:49. Dr. Orellana was not recorded on Camera 1 or 3 of Hallway 12 despite the positions of the camera feeds, and was not recorded on any cameras located in adjacent rooms or hallways.
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Video Log Transcript: Footage observed from security camera at [REDACTED]. Security Officers ███, █████████, and Federica Salucci respond to a containment breach of SCP-███.
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22:18:56: SCP-███ enters room. ███, █████████, and Salucci open fire.
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22:19:05: █████████ is attacked.
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22:19:13: █████████ declared KIA.
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22:19:24: ███ retreats to adjacent room as SCP-███ continues assault.
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22:19:27: Salucci ceases fire, then lays her weapon down at her feet.
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22:19:31: Salucci vanishes between recorded frames.
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Closing Statement: SCP-███ temporarily ceased aggressive action after the disappearance of Salucci. Successfully recontained. █ total casualties. Post-Incident Review determined that ███ had not witnessed the recorded scene during his retreat.
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Final entry of Junior Researcher Rosalind Taylor's journal, recovered from her quarters 03/02/2017
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February 27th,
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Spent most of the day gathering up [REDACTED] and completing the NMR analysis. I'm not sure what Dr. ████ is expecting. It's never consistent, and no matter how much data we have it's not like any enriched substance that ignores reality that much is going to start being on the periodic table. These things are anomalies, and such conventional tools just don't seem to apply to this one. The higher-ups know that. That's probably why they've got me doing the grunt-work right now.
+Maybe I'm just being defeatist. I've only just been realizing just how much technology has been realized thanks to these things. Wish I could work on the Reality Stabilizers myself. I doubt that'll ever be my specialty though. And not even those work against most of what's locked up on this site alone.
+And the real outside world won't get to see any of this.
+I'll keep plugging away at this project for now, but I've been feeling so empty lately. I'm tired but can never get myself to fall asleep. I'm still working alone and Dr. ████ barely talks to me. I eat alone in the canteen. The last time I've gotten a note from so much as a note was three days ago.
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Special Containment Procedures: Total containment is infeasible at this time, due to the nature of SCP-3928 events. If an SCP-3928 event is confirmed to have occurred, aerosol amnestics will be deployed over a 0.5 km radius of the incident. Footage or photographs of the event circulated online will be removed by Foundation webcrawlers.
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An Indian Khanda recovered from Event-3928-19.
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Description: SCP-3928 is the tentative designation given to a series of events wherein random individuals are stabbed in the chest by swords in public venues, with hundreds or thousands of witnesses.
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Despite a large amount of potential eyewitnesses in all cases, witnesses are always turned away from the approximate origin location of the sword at the moment of appearance. The precise type of swords used have varied widely, with Indoneisian goloks, Japanese katanas, Chinese jians, and Iberian falcatas all having manifested. Swords collected from events appear to be entirely non-anomalous.
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An examination of victim's histories reveals that SCP-3928 appears to target those with a connection to firearms. What SCP-3928 considers a connection appears to be arbitrary/broad in scope, as SCP-3928 events have occurred to those with the last names of arms companies or famous gun manufacturers, players of shooter video games, those belonging to the technical crew of any of the Godfather films, or fans of the English punk-rock band The Sex Pistols.
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SCP-3928-13
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Samantha Barring
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Was singing along to American singer Lana Del Rey's Bartender1 when she was killed by a flamberge sword2 inside a friend's car during rush-hour traffic.
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SCP-3928-23
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Fredrick Wilson
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Low level accountant at Remington Arms Company. Killed by a Roman Gladius3 while at a company picnic.
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Justin Iglesias
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Political activist and gun store owner. Impaled by a European arming sword4 during a speech on the importance of an armed militia.
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Lucy Carrington
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Doctor at the Greater Utah Neurosurgery research center. Killed by a Japanese World War II's Shin guntō5 at work.
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To: Maria Gonzales
+From: Lucia Reinette-Hartle
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I've been going over our records of SCP-3928 incidents, and noticed something interesting. The incidents appear to not be random, but have been following a clear path. Our first recorded incident took place in the Netherlands, and then we had some in Belgium, Germany, France, and Portugal. After that is our first notable delay, taking place 14 days later on the first of January in New York.
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I asked Carson in Surveillance if he could get me a record of every ship to arrive from Portugal in the last week of December. A cargo ship from Portugal arrived in New York harbor on the first, just a few hours before our next incident of SCP-3928.
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To: Lucia Reinette-Hartle
+From: Maria Gonzales
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Just got back from Salt Lake City. Got to the hospital about three to four hours after the incident. Didn't find anything with the Aetheric Examiners, but John picked up something with his thaumometer he had from his last deployment. Akiva radiation.
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You were right. Looks like we've got a god on our hands.
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To: Maria Gonzales
+From: Lucia Reinette-Hartle
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Well, fuck. I think I know where it's going to go next, though. Have you ever been to Comic Con?
Luc: Think it's from Game of Thrones. The, uh, guy who sleeps with his sister. Best we avoid guns, I guess.
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Brant: Wait, how do you guys not know who Jaime fucking Lannister is?
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Gonzales: Language, Brant, this is all going on transcripts.
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Brant: Sorry, Captain. But have you guys been living under a rock for the past 8 years? Like, I know season seven and eight weren't that great - god, I could go on a tangent about that-
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Luc: Anyways, let's try and focus on the mission, alright? Are we sure SCP-3928-1's gonna be here? Utah's pretty liberal when it comes to gun laws, could've gone anywhere. Like a gun store for one, don't think it's gonna think a piece of cardboard is a real firearm.
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Brant: You've seen the logs, right? It's ridiculous, it'll kill for anything. And remember, it always looks for an audience. There's over a hundred thousand people at this thing every year, it'll-
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Gonzales: Fuck. Yeah, Akiva levels are definitely out of whack. It's definitely here, or was here recently.
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Brant: Alright, so it should be around here somewhere-
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[screaming is heard from a nearby convention hall.]
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Gonzales: Alright, that's us, move out. This is Pi-1, we're gonna need some aerosol amnestics fast, if we wanna keep this under wraps.
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[PI-1 enters the convention hall, pushing through a horde of attendees rushing out. A man in a costume is on the ground, a sword in his chest.]
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Brant: Got it right here, Captain. Where is it?
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Gonzales: Right by the body. Don't think it knows we can see it.
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Gonzales: Little more to the right. A little more… yeah. Fire away.
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[Brant empty his paintball magazine at the directed space, splattering against a humanoid shaped creature holding a sword like object.]
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SCP-3928-1: Foul sorcerers! TODAY YOU MEET YOUR END AT THE HANDS OF THE FINEST WARRIOR ALIVE!
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Gonzales: Well, you can't be very good if we've never heard of you.
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Gonzales:[Aside] I know what I'm doing. Sorry, who did you say you were again.
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[SCP-3928-1 lowers its sword. At the same time it becomes visible, revealing itself to resemble a woman in her early thirties.]
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SCP-3928-1 Surely you jest. Have I been gone for so many years that my face has been forgotten? No matter. If not my face endures, surely my deeds have. After all, who could possibly forget the goddess Sandraudiga, the painter of the sands!
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SCP-3928-1: As in, painting the sands with your blood. I am a war goddess, after all.
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Romero: Oh. Do the Netherlands even have sand?
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SCP-3928-1: Well we have beaches, so yes. But enough talk! You must die for your crimes against the art of honorable combat!
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Gonzales: Uh, could you excuse me for a moment? I forgot my weapon on my uh, horse.
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Gonzales: Well, I assume we're going to be dueling to the death? I can't properly duel without my weapon, wouldn't, be um, uh… honorable.
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SCP-3928-1: Ah, of course! But I'd be a barbarian if I let you go unarmed. Here, take one of mine.
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Gonzales: No, that's alright. Got the, uh, grip just how I like it. Besides, wouldn't be proper to just rely on other people's swords now would it?
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SCP-3928-1: Fly as swift as the wind, my good lady. I'm looking forward to killing you.
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Gonzales: Er, likewise. [aside] Keep her busy.
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Romero: So, um… What exactly is a goddess doing at Comic Con?
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SCP-3928-1: I'm happy to inform you! But first, let me ask you a question. Looking at all the years of humanity's greatest wars and battles, what would you say is the most perfect weapon ever devised?
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SCP-3928-1: Exactly! The Saxons, the Greeks, even the heretical Romans recognized the true beauty of the sword. A cowardly archer may attempt to claim superiority at a further range, but a swordsman can feel the weight of the sword in his hand as it tears through skin and bone. An elegant weapon from a more civilized age.
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Luc: Did you just quote A New Hope- You know what, never mind. Think you were saying how you ended up here?
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SCP-3928-1: Ah, yes. Long ago, I was leading my people against the Romans and their leader, Bellona, who challenged me to single combat to determine the fate of the battle. I stepped outside to duel, when she crushed me with her siege weapons! Then she dropped a fortress on me! Had to dig my way out of it. Never trust a Roman, you three.
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Brant: Uh, we'll take your advice. But why exactly are you killing people two millennia later?
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SCP-3928-1: Because they're treacherous roman cowards! These guns, as people call them, are completely dishonorable. Strength of arms matters little with them. A commoner can kill a seasoned warrior five times his equal with the press of a button! If no one else is correcting this behavior, I must. One coward at a time, starting with you three. Draw your weapons!
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Brant: Fine fine, just had one more question. Why use swords? Like I get that they're honorable and all, but I'm sure it'd be easier another way. You are a goddess, after all. Sure you could just explode us, or something.
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Romero:[aside] What the hell are you doing?
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SCP-3928-1: I… I don't have to answer to you, you sorcerer!
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Luc: Wait a minute, the file said she's been tracing her way from the Netherlands to here. She took a boat across the Atlantic. Doesn't strike me as something an all powerful goddess would do.
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Brant: So what, she's not actually a goddess?
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Luc: No, she definitely is one, that's for sure. But she seems to be on the lower scale of them. Sword manifestation, sure, that's technically reality bending, but nothing I haven't seen before. If I had to guess, I'd say she's probably a Class… C?7
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SCP-3928-1: If you three wish to die squabbling over my talents, so be it. I am still perfectly capable of killing all three of you. Never let it be said I did not offer you a chance at an honorable death-
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[A small object flies into the room, landing at SCP-3928-1's feet. It picks it up, revealing it to be a grenade.]
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SCP-3928-1: And what's this curious little thing-
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Romero: Fuck, everyone get down!
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[Pi-1 takes cover as the grenade explodes in SCP-3928-1's face, sending it flying backwards.]
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Gonzales: You know, swords are great and all, but I definitely prefer my Milkor.
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Brant: Well, took you awhile.
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Gonzales: You have the key, remember? Had to bash open the case.
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[SCP-3928-1 stirs in a pile of rubble.]
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SCP-3928-1: Ugh… you cheat.
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Gonzales: Hey, I said I was bringing my weapon, I didn't say what kind of weapon it was.
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Gonzales aims her launcher at SCP-3928-1.
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Gonzales: Now, how does a nice, comfy containment cell sound?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3928 is contained within a modified Humanoid Containment Chamber, designed to have a magnetic floor and equipped with a Class D Scranton Reality Anchor. All objects brought into SCP-3928's containment chamber must not contain any ferromagnetic metals. Personnel bringing food or performing maintenance are to be equipped with personal thaumometers.
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Description: SCP-3928 is the Nadir-Tier Pluripotent Entity known as Sandraudiga, a minor Germanic goddess of warfare worshiped in the Netherlands around the second century CE. SCP-3928 possesses the ability to manifest any premodern tool that can be considered a combat weapon, but appears to have a pathological obsession with swords. SCP-3928 prefers to throw its weapons at its opponents above other combat scenarios.
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At will, SCP-3928 can become undetectable on the visible light spectrum for short periods of time. However, it is still viewable by thermal imaging and similar methods, and can be tracked by non-visual senses and ambient Akiva radiation.
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While SCP-3928 is a capable melee combatant, firearms are extremely effective against it.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4253 is to be contained within a standard holding cell. Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to enter SCP-4253's containment chamber without full body protective gear. Containment units are to be cleaned tri-monthly and should be guarded by no less than four (4) armed security personnel at a time.
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All access to SCP-4253-A is forbidden without written permission from Dr. Hallows or specified 04 personnel.
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Description: SCP-4253 is a race of unoccupied early 20th-century diving suits of unknown origin that consistently ooze an unidentified yellow substance, both the suits and substance are of undetermined composition (anomalous substance is to be referred to as SCP-4253-A). Exposure to SCP-4253-A triggers an effect in mammalian lifeforms that causes asphyxiation via instant formation of water in the lungs and other organs, inevitably resulting in death by drowning. The unattended buildup of SCP-4253-A will coagulate and begin to produce fumes with identical properties as SCP-4253-A. This hardening process takes one month to complete and still occurs if SCP-4253-A has not been removed from the body it has affected. Autopsies of those affected by SCP-4253-A indicate approximately 80 liters of water accumulate within the lungs and other organs; the process in which this water is formed remains unknown.
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Upon initial examination of SCP-4253 at Site-██, subject appears to have significant wear but proves resistant to all attempts made by the foundation to terminate or damage SCP-4253. Despite the seemingly indestructible nature of SCP-4253, testing has shown that SCP-4253 is capable of inflicting considerable damage upon itself (See Experiment #4253-9A). Inspection has also resulted in the discovery of engraved symbols on the back of SCP-4253's helmet with no known meaning, it should be noted that symbols found on the back of SCP-4253's helmet vary among instances.
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SCP-4253 appears to possess characteristics resembling sentience, as SCP-4253 has been observed communicating with other versions of itself. (See Experiment 4253-9A). Based on the observatory nature of SCP-4253 as well as its sheer numbers, Dr. Hallows theorizes that SCP-4253 is a scouting vessel for an unknown group or entity located deep beneath the North Atlantic Ocean (See Expedition Finding 4253-1983).
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Addendum Discovery: SCP-4253 was first discovered in the late 1970s when a civilian was found deceased on the mainland of ██████, possessing four (4) times more water in their organ system than naturally occurs in the human body. Shortly after dispatch and investigation by MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") a figure resembling a humanoid in a deep sea diving suit was found roaming under the town's docks seventeen (17) kilometers west of the incident.
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Following the first discovery of SCP-4253, more circumstances of unexplainable hydro-asphyxiation related to SCP-4253-A have appeared across Europe. The foundation has launched many retrieval attempts to these locations, although most have been unsuccessful in locating and apprehending SCP-4253. It is indeterminable how many instances of SCP-4253 are in existence, however, three have been contained across several land-locked countries and have been categorized accordingly: SCP-4253-1, SCP-4253-2, and SCP-4253-3.
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Addendum #1: Dr. Hallows has propositioned a new task force be initiated by the foundation to monitor activity unique to SCP-4253 with the intent of preventing knowledge of SCP-4253 becoming public. As of now, the 05 council is still considering the task force's implementation.
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Experiment #4253-9A: During this test, SCP-4253-1 and SCP-4253-3 were moved to a 16x16 meter containment chamber with the objective of observing their interactions. Both SCP-4253-1 and SCP-4253-3 initially appeared to have recognized one another but chose not to engage. 10 minutes into testing SCP-4253-1 had torn out a piece of itself by penetrating part of its diving suit and handed SCP-4253-3 a yellow mass considered to be SCP-4253's flesh. SCP-4253-3 began to absorb the flesh, following this event both entities began to face each other. During their interaction, occasional hand gestures are made suggesting that SCP-4253-1 and SCP-4253-3 are communicating. The subject and method of this communication are currently unknown.
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Following Experiment #4253-9A, SCP-4253-3 began to behave differently than previous records indicate. SCP-4253-3 exhibited signs of awareness that only SCP-4253-1 had shown in containment. During a routine cleaning of SCP-4253-3's containment chamber, SCP-4253-3 displayed an understanding of the foundation's schedule almost instantaneously, despite being in containment for only 2 weeks at the time. SCP-4253-3 possessed nearly the same understanding of its condition as SCP-4253-1. Dr. Hallows believes that the absorption of SCP-4253's interior makeup is a transfer of knowledge rather than a greeting as originally assumed.
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Pendant found in sea cave
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Expedition Finding 4253-1983: An expedition team led by Dr. Hallows had obtained a medallion from an undersea cave south of the Maury Seachannel. The medallion is 10.8 centimeters in diameter and 1 centimeter in thickness and displays engraved symbols similar to the marks on the back of SCP-4253's helmet, leading senior researchers to speculate that this is evidence of a potential deep-sea civilization. Pendant has been classified as SCP-4253-B due to its connection with the anomaly.
Special Containment Procedure: Only one copy of instructions for performing SCP-433 is permitted to exist at any given time. As well, the complete procedures may never be placed in an electronic document, in order to reduce the risk of containment breach. Dr. Severe and Dr. ███ have each read half of document SCP-433-001. They may not transcribe or share the contained information with anyone, including each other, without O5 approval.
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In the event that information regarding the procedures necessary for SCP-433 is leaked, a disinformation campaign is to be undertaken immediately. As well, all facilities capable of producing Plutonium-238 are to be closely monitored for thefts or increased production.
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All testing must be performed in a sealed chamber with solid steel or concrete walls existing at minimum 13 m from the center of the ritual. Any personnel in the test chamber after the ritual is complete are to remain in quarantine for two (2) weeks following its completion. Any organisms transferred are to be quarantined and studied.
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See Addendum 433-001.
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Description: SCP-433 is a ritual described in document SCP-433-001. The ritual, when performed, results in the wholesale replacement of all matter within 11 m of the center of the ritual. All people, objects, terrain, and even gas is apparently removed and replaced with matter of unknown origin. See Test Log 433-031 for details on matter replacements.
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Document SCP-433-001 is contained within a large tome found in [REDACTED], Russia. The tome appears to be a grimoire of rituals, all written in Latin. The grimoire was discovered next to a spherical crater 22 m in diameter, left opened to document SCP-433-001. Due to the strange nature of the circumstances surrounding its discovery, the Foundation confiscated the grimoire and filled the crater.
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All rituals described in the grimoire were tested; however, only SCP-433 yielded any result. It is worth noting that the majority of the rituals described in the grimoire contained one or more unknown symbols that could not be translated; SCP-433 was one of only three that did not. The grimoire itself is printed on normal paper and bound in leather, and displays no anomalous properties.
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Some of the materials required for SCP-433 include:
Below is the translated text at the top of document SCP-433-001, describing SCP-433.
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Should the need arise to flee, and you find yourself sapped of [unknown symbols], do not despair. The Dance of [unknown symbols] will guide you to safety. Be warned: even the [unknown symbols] may perform the Dance of [unknown symbols]. Do not let them into our home.
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Addendum 433-001: Due of the results of Test 433-008, and by consent of O5-█, O5-██, and Dr. ██████, all testing on SCP-433 has been suspended indefinitely.
Provisional Site 4330-31 after a failed attempt at subverting SCP-4330, June 3rd, 2010
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Item #: SCP-4330
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4330 is currently uncontained. Sound level meters stationed at various locations should be actively monitored for future SCP-4330 events.
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Description: SCP-4330 is an irregularly recurring anomalous phenomenon affecting sound pressure levels on the surface of the Earth. For the duration of this phenomenon, sound level meters record readings consistent with that of the vacuum of space1. Analysis indicates that a series of seemingly-random, individually-explicable events are responsible.
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Examples include conversations pausing simultaneously, weather patterns becoming briefly becalmed, the synchronization of machine engine cycles, and sound produced by moving objects undergoing complete destructive interference with ambient noise. In addition, long-running producers of sound, like the Halberstadt organ performance2, suffer unforeseen but explainable technical failures during this event.
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While an SCP-4330 event typically only lasts for a few milliseconds, the improbable number of coincidences required to produce such an event multiple times has led to its anomalous classification.
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Since the discovery of SCP-4330 in 19893, the Foundation has attempted to subvert future SCP-4330 occurrences seven times without success. Initial attempts involved simple sonic devices intended to produce continuous sound; each failed due to technical issues seconds before an SCP-4330 event. Subsequent devices were constructed with numerous failsafes and backups; these were taken offline shortly before SCP-4330 events by containment breaches, natural disasters, and (in one instance) a coordinated GOC raid4. All attempts to subvert SCP-4330 occurrences have been put on indefinite hold pending further review.
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While SCP-4330 events follow no easily predictable model, they do appear to be increasing in frequency. Since their discovery, the period between events has decreased from several years to months. Current projections estimate SCP-4330 events will start to run concurrently by approximately 2055. What this implies about the state of Earth's habitability at this date is currently unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-442 is to be kept away from its current owner in a secure container until being used for testing. The current owner must have a will leaving SCP-442 to a D-class personnel. The owner is granted a suspension of termination. Should the D-class listed in the current owner's will be terminated or otherwise invalidated for ownership of SCP-442, a new will is to be written at the next available opportunity.
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Description: SCP-442 is a gold-plated pocket watch three (3) centimeters in diameter with hands showing the hour and minute. Along the edge of the watch an inscription reads, "To my good friend, a helping hand." While no apparent seams allowing SCP-442 to be opened without damaging it have been found, scans of the interior of SCP-442 have revealed nothing unusual in its workings.
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As long as SCP-442 is wound it will set itself to the correct time. Crossing time zones or winding SCP-442 while it displays an incorrect time results in SCP-442 making rapid motions to adjust itself. The owner of SCP-442 is granted intrinsic knowledge of the time and can recite the precise time to an arbitrary precision as long as SCP-442 is on his or her person. Additionally, the owner of SCP-442 will never be late as long as the watch remains wound and on their person. Attempts to force the owner to be late have never succeeded while SCP-442 is wound. When SCP-442 is left unwound or removed from the owner's person, the owner will be incapable of being on time. The severity of incidents causing this increase as SCP-442 is left unattended, invariably becoming fatal within a week. Ownership of SCP-442 passes through normal means, and can be sold or gifted to another party. SCP-442 has never been left unowned, death of the previous owner results in SCP-442 instantly transferring to a new owner. A will leaving SCP-442 to someone close to the previous owner upon their death has never failed to surface; attempts to prevent a will from coming into being have met with the same failures as attempts to make the owner of SCP-442 late. The new owner is instantly aware of the existence of SCP-442 and is drawn to it, although the effects of owning the watch only manifest after initial contact with SCP-442.
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SCP-442 was brought into Foundation control by J████ S████, a junior technician working at Site 19 when he inherited it as a family heirloom. S████'s superiors noticed an immediate change in work habits after he received SCP-442; S████ had a prior reputation for his lack of time management skills and was regularly written up for being late to his station. When questioned by Dr. J██████, S████ showed SCP-442 to Dr. J██████ and said that it was a "lucky charm." He then told Dr. J██████ pieces of family lore attached to SCP-442 which later experimentation would reveal to be mostly true. Testing was performed to confirm SCP status, after which its history of harmlessness was cited and S████ was allowed to maintain possession of SCP-442 on the condition he willed it to the Foundation on his death. S████ was subject to observation and regular psychological evaluation during his possession of SCP-442, during which further effects of SCP-442 were discovered.
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Extended ownership of SCP-442 slowly rewrites the subject's personality. Within two years, regardless of previous attitude, the owner exhibits unusually high self-control and reacts to situations in a timely manner. S████'s motor control increased dramatically during this period, scoring in the 99 percentile of every test at the two-year mark. During this same time the owner will become increasingly annoyed at tardiness; S████ broke ties with several friends over increasingly small infractions. After a decade of owning SCP-442, J████ S████ had completely changed. While S████ displayed a level of professionalism commendable of any member of the SCP staff, his private life had suffered tremendously. Unable to tolerate tardiness, S████ had pushed away all his friends and had been diagnosed with clinical depression. After S████ committed suicide, O5-█ reported ownership and had it transferred to him. A D-class personnel was then chosen for experimentation and given SCP-442.
King Peter V of Aragon opening a portal for his knights
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Item #: SCP-4565
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Historical manuals and reference books regarding the Albigensian Crusade are to be acquired and then stored in Warehouse 14-3.
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Existing information, online or in academia, concerning the above-mentioned event, is to be analyzed by Foundation historians and adjusted accordingly.
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All historical artifacts or items found in the southern French province of Occitanie are to be assessed for anomalous properties and contained.
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Description: SCP-4565 was a 20-year anomalous military campaign that occurred from 1205 to 1225 between Vatican-assisted Crusader Knights and the Cathars of France1. The war was instigated by Pope Innocent III, whose aim was to obtain the "keys of the Kingdom of Heaven2" which were believed to be in the possession of the five main houses of Carcassonne.
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The houses of Carcassonne were led by Duke Raymond V who was headquartered in the former province of Languedoc. The war concluded with the deaths of Viscount Raymond VI of Toulouse and King Peter V of Aragon and the destruction of South Languedoc.
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It is theorized that SCP-4565-1 was obtained by the Knights Templar3, however, with the group's dissolution in 1312, its current location remains unknown.
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This campaign is especially significant due to the conception of various anomalous military organizational techniques that would be recreated by Foundation pre-cursors in later years. The most significant of these would be the concepts of efficient team-based anomaly suppression groups and the utilization of anomalies to combat or suppress other anomalies.
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The former would later eventually develop into "Rixantes Luce Sacra" groups4 and the latter would later be used as historical precedence for the acceptance of the "Thaumiel" object class.
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The purpose of SCP-4565-1 has yet to be discovered.
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Documentation: All primary and secondary source documentation and evidence regarding this SCP was obtained from the Vatican Holy Office for Secrets and Prophecies (Secretorum Camerus Prophetias). The veracity of all information about SCP-4565 has yet to be corroborated by any third party reference.
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The sources from which the information is provided are written in Middle English or Latin and have been translated to English. The "sæfernmúða edlæcan5" has been translated from Old French to English.
To the most friendly, the most humble count of Carcassone, Raymond V of Toulouse, son of Raymond IV, son of Aquitaine III, House of Trencavel, by the grace of God and the blessings of God onto the entire House.
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From the follower of his holiness, the executor of God's Will, the leader of Narbonne, Archbishop Gebhart Kosmas.
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Good tidings to you, o' friend of God. You will hereby be aware that the highest office has come to be aware of the illness that pervades the lands of Languedoc.
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The call of heathenism and blasphemous ideology has scourged and spread through Toulouse. The benevolent, Pope Innocent the Third, has come to find a solution and as such, I advise to follow the steps that have come to you.
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Listen 'o Count, the Council of Cardinals has learnt of many faithful items of which all shall be taken in God's name. The first of which is the Grail, which has been found in Jerusalem. The second is the Ark, which has been found in a new land to the West. And the third is the key, which has been found rumored to be in Languedoc.
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That key, which Saint Peter held to his corpse when the sun swallowed the land and all of God's children wept, is said to with you.
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The call of the divine is upon you, o' great sir. We fear that the key will be stolen by those pagans that plague the land, as the once-great churches lay bare. Already, the five great cathedrals have been usurped by the heretical sects.
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We advise at once to follow his holiness's message to at once deliver the keys which will grant us passage to the highest level. Sainthood and Kingship await, once it has been delivered.
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In hopefulness, respect, faithfulness, and God-given duty, the Bishop Aphex, Duke of Auvergne, was present and witness to the writing of this message.
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Viscount Raymond VI (pictured center, sitting on lap) instructing his army
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The following information is taken from the original transcript of "The Cathar Crusades: A History of Genocide and Magic" by Severus Iona, 1854.
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Chapter 3: Old Bonds Burn and New Relations Sprout from the Ashes
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…Raymond V denied the notion that he owned the key to Heaven and accused Archbishop Kosmas of slander against his governorship.
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The period in which this letter was sent was the height of Cathar conversion in southern France and simultaneously occurred while the tensions rose between the Church and local leadership. By this point, five provinces had already been mostly converted.
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Due to the anti-priesthood tenet of the sect, the area was in direct opposition with the Catholic Church. In 1201, the archbishop of Milan listed Catharism as an "enemy of Catholicism" and this was used as an excuse for the incoming Crusade.
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In 1203, plans for the Albigensian Crusade began when various barons of southern France called for independence from King Phillip II. At the same time, Raymond V married Beatrice Alba, the granddaughter of King Peter V of Aragon, to secure a military alliance in time for the oncoming conflict.
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Plans were established by the Catholic Church to utilize various occult technology stolen from Constantinople and Jerusalem during the Fourth Crusade which ended five years prior in 1202. In 1204, the Council of Cardinals announced the start of the Crusade and called for volunteers from Northern France.
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Due to the rather low amount of initial Crusaders, Pope Innocent III permitted the use of psyche-altering machinations that persuaded more individuals to join the conflict…
Numerous thaumaturgic and magical combat varieties were used during the entirety of the conflict. It is unclear on which exact groups employed anomalous weaponry and to the extent that such means were used in relation to contemporary weaponry.
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It is known that utilizing anomalous methods during the conflict became normalized by at least 1217, according to letters from Raymond VI to occult magicians and the "Rexa Mundi Internal Declaration6" that was passed by Bishop Iona.
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Knights encountering manipulated corpses
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It is believed that Cathars used thaumaturgic magic to revive beheaded prisoners of war and force them to fight. The exact amount of dead soldiers used is unknown but it is estimated to be about 1,000-5,000.
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Records of these anomalous entities date to 1212 when they were first used in the Siege of Carcassone. It is generally thought that they were quite ineffective in battle.
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Crusader with wings attached
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Used in the Battle of Minerva in 1218, so-called "Angel Men" were Crusaders that were manipulated to fly using large wings. In the letters of Joshua the Clean7, these type of "abominations" would carry a scythe and sweep down "from the black skies into the red fields."
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In order to combat these entities, Cathar groups would develop the precision stone-trebuchet which would later go on to be used in other non-anomalous conflicts.
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Battle of Termes, 1226
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Due to the large loss of Cathar soldiers during the fall of Carcassone, Raymond VI decided to utilize animal life in Languedoc as replacements for infantry soldiers. Other animals used include snails, dogs, and rats.
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The skulls of these entities are, occasionally, found in farm fields in modern-day Occitanie.
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Peasants eating during a break
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Fruit trees and wheat fields blessed with thaumaturgic magic that would heavily increase the output of available food was used throughout the war by Cathar groups.
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It is known that consuming such magically-amplified food resulted in deleterious effects but the exact outcome is unknown.
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Priest summoning various unknown entities
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Catholic-linked churches and institutions in Languedoc would begin work on summoning extra-versal entities in 1207. For more information on containment, please refer to SCP-████.
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Massacre of Biggore, 1228
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Teams of 6-8 specially trained Crusader knights would be segmented and sent into areas of extreme anomaly concentration to eliminate all life.
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The members of the team would have specific spells, kinetoglyphs, and charms that would facilitate mass death. These teams would be used extensively during the last few years of the campaign to clear the land for occupation.
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Chapter 6: Destruction, Creation, Combining it All
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…Raymond V was assassinated in the sacking of Bogomil in 1220. In the same year, his 3-year-old son, Raymond VI, a reality manipulator, summoned various "demonic" entities that caused a rebellion through the ranks of the Church's army.
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In a final bid, to steal the key of Heaven from Raymond VI, Pope Innocent decided to siege the capital of Languedoc, the city of Toulouse…
Date: Unknown, likely 11/3/1228, the Siege of Toulouse
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Lead Speaker: Richard Le Grant
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Richard Le Grant: This beest Richard Le Grant, high constable of his baroness Raymond the sixth of the once most wondrous Carcassone.
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We hereby name oursleves within this most wondrous hall, warriors of the five edged eye, and with this tool yond the gods has't did grant us, shalt we maketh the divine true.
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Monk Gawyne: And i beest, Monk Gwayne, son of Arthur, son of Ancelot. The one who is't stands next to Richard, the deputy of the five edged eye.
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We shall anon repeat our message yond is true and yond shalt beest deliver'd to his majesty Raymond the sixth.
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We hold the key to god and we proclaim yond we nev'r shalt alloweth the demiurge, Yaldaboath, 'r any creature of the night that cometh to taketh the divine wisdom within it.
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Richard Le Grant: We art' in the town of Salusbury with five hundred men and shall travel to Toulouse, the city of God.
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Richard Le Grant: We art beest in Lastour, the city of iron, neaer 50 perches to Toulouse. 300 men has't been hath sent to god from the evil yond arises from the earth and the demons yond spew from the sky.
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We art been gift'd a sigil yond protects ourselves from the eyes of the church. And we shall liveth, and all shalt beest valorous on this earth.
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Monk Gawyne: Hush dear sire, the dead men approach and the whispers of death weigh the air. Maketh ready the spears and fire.
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Richard Le Grant: We has't hath reached the walls of Toulouse and the armies of Yaldabaoth and church await us. We hath brought the key and we shall make great haste towards God's child, Raymond.
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He hath sent word the war shall beest ov'r lief and the dead men shalt wend back to hell and the harpies shall fly hence and the occult shalt once again leaveth this land.
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Monk Gawyne: 100 men art hath left and we shall die forth the land. This is our home and yet the sky hast did turn black and the travelling lamp hast did turn red with fury. The last day is upon the land and I desire yond in limbo at which hour all our dead, god shalt chooseth us from the many.
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Richard Le Grant: We beest in the midst of fighting and i shall drop this tool anon. The key hast been given to Raymond but they has't overrun god's city. Praise beest to Peter, Raymond, and all who is't square in god's name. Five keys, five counties, they will die in threes, but we die in fives.
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Unknown Crusader #1: What is this? Likely some tool of the damn'd.
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Unknown Crusader #2: Leaveth knave. Hell is upon us, the sky hast did turn black and some fire is gathering in the sky. Square while thee can and die now, while Heaven is near.
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Chapter 12: The End and Its Consequences
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During the siege of Toulouse in 1228, Viscount Raymond VI obtained the key from its storage place in Lastour. Later, when the siege ended, a massive blast engulfed Toulouse and many other neighboring cities.
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The true cause of the blast is unknown, but it is theorized that it was caused by the magician Jeronium Malgerious, the acting Archbishop of Catalonia.
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After the full defeat of Raymond VI and Peter V, the French King Phillip II occupied the region. The Catholic Church oversaw the rebuilding effort, especially of the city of Toulouse, in which they assigned the Knights Templar.
From the follower of God, head of the army of Heaven, Christian Debois
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The grail has been taken from the flesh in Jerusalem, the ark has been extracted from the far west (with many deaths), and the key has been obtained from the five houses of France.
You are currently viewing Archived Revision 2008-08-31.
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SCP-4742
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Item #: SCP-4742
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4742 is stored in a standard low-security containment locker. Excess dorayaki produced by SCP-4742 is to be used for feeding of sustenance-requiring anomalies.
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Description: SCP-4742 is a 1.5 m tall plastic statue of the character Doraemon from the Japanese franchise of the same name. SCP-4742 produces one hundred loaves of dorayaki1 per day at varying intervals from a small aperture in its abdomen, which is deposited into its "pouch". Examination of the inside of SCP-4742 reveals that it is composed of machinery designed for the manufacturing of dorayaki from its raw ingredients. The source of these ingredients is unknown; therefore, it is believed that SCP-4742 violates the law of conservation of mass. Attempts to observe the process have failed due to the fact that SCP-4742 halts production of dorayaki when not fully intact.
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The dorayaki produced is non-anomalous; however, those who consume it report it to be of exceptional quality.
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UPDATE: On 2008-09-28, SCP-4742 was lost following a Chaos Insurgency raid on Site-11. Efforts to relocate SCP-4742 are deemed low-priority.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4745 is contained in a standard storage locker in Site-73 with its top hat removed and contained separately. SCP-4745 is not to be placed in its active state unless during testing, and SCP-4745 may not enter its active state again until at least four days have passed since its last use.
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Description: SCP-4745 is a 1m tall plastic snowman figurine with a top hat. The words "Christmas Carl by Dr. Wondertainment" are written on its base.
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Whenever the top hat is placed on the figurine, SCP-4745 enters its active phase. While it is in its active phase and placed within a human dwelling, SCP-4745 will alter the abode to make it Halloween-themed, either by generating Halloween-style objects and items or by altering existing decor to fit a Halloween motif1.
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After approximately seven days, SCP-4745's alterations will begin to transition from child-friendly horror elements, as is typical for most Halloween themes, to a more disturbing motif. Examples of alterations during this time have included the replacement of edible liquids with human blood, the generation of human corpses and body parts, and reports of frightening sounds and noises2.
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After thirteen days in its active state, SCP-4745 will change the theme of its alterations to outright horror, generating malevolent entities and becoming a threat to any humans in the altered dwelling. Testing has revealed the generation of booby traps, animated corpses, various entities from horror media, and duplications of hostile SCP objects. Some notable SCP-4745 alterations include:
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Animation of statues and figures into hostile entities.
Rerouting of doorways into pocket dimensions resembling large graveyards or forests.
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Generation of entities similar to SCP-083-D.
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Manifestation of an entity resembling "Jason Voorhees" from the Friday the 13th film franchise.
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When the top hat is removed or SCP-4745 is removed from the dwelling, its alterations begin to revert at approximately twice the rate at which they initially appeared.
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Addendum 4745.1 (Discovery): SCP-4745 was found in the home of Angela Jupati with Document 4745-A, who had contacted local police regarding SCP-4745's anomalous properties. MTF Phi-13 ("Spooky Scary Skeletons")3 was deployed, and were able to successfully amnesticize Ms. Jupati and retrieve SCP-4745.
Thank you for letting Christmas Carl stay with you this holiday season! Just hand him his hat, and he'll turn your humble home into a winter wonderland!
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Find all the other members of this limited series and become the Holiday Hero!
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1. Valentine Vance
+2. Easter Evelyn
+3. Independence Isaac
+4. Halloween Hannah
+5. Thanksgiving Theodore
+6. Christmas Carl ✔
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Addendum 4745.2: Approximately two months after SCP-4745 was initially contained, Document 4745-B spontaneously manifested in its containment cell.
I am so sorry to tell you that your Christmas Carl may have a few problems. I am very proud of not only our company's attention to detail, but also our commitment to making kid-friendly toys, and putting a smile on everyone's face! Unfortunately, this means that we will be discontinuing our Holiday Hero series, possibly indefinitely; I don't want anyone to think that we'd ever let this happen again!
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You have no need to worry about anything; simply return Carl to our headquarters at 77 Wondertainment Ln.4, and we will completely reimburse you, as well as pay for any damages our product may have caused.
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Again, I am incredibly sorry for the egregious oversight of both myself and my company, and I hope I earn back your trust.
SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything
+SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson
+SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night
+SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity
+SCP-6469-D — A BABY?????
+SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus
+SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug!
+SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer
+SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars
+SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong
+SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment
+SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado
+SCP-5156 — monke
+Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺"
+SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well
+SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off!
+SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping
+SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission!
+SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman
+SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer
Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko)
+Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors)
+SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf)
+I, Hub (feat. many other authors)
+Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred)
+SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi)
+SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. CityToast)
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+Thanks to my mystery co-author— YellowCorp for giving me an amazing set of Containment Procedures to work with, and to SharpEmbrace and AnActualCrow for their great critique!
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Crater Lake and Wizard Island prior to the construction of the Blackline Complex.
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File Access Specifications
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As per SCPF-FBI Agreement Lambda-19, this file is to be made freely available to authorized individuals within the United States government in addition to Level 4 Foundation personnel. Questions regarding access to related documents are to be directed to Dan Brouillette1 or Dr. Cade.
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Special Containment Procedures
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Secure Perimeter Alpha has been established around the entirety of Crater Lake National Park in order to contain present anomalous phenomena. Seven secondary containment perimeters (designated Bravo through Hotel) have been established around the seven known hotspots of SCP-5082-1 manifestations, are to be outfitted with no less than two Scranton Reality Anchors to lessen instance population growth, and be monitored at all times. Exploration of these spaces is to be conducted via remotely operated drones.
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SCP-5082-1 manifestations that succeed in breaching containment are to be recaptured and placed under observation if possible; following a two-week observation period the current Project Lead will decide on further actions. If capture is unfeasible, instances are to be terminated.
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SCP-5082-A is to be kept in an inert state at all times. (See Addendum 5082.5)
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Description
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SCP-5082-A and all Hotspots. Hold click to enlarge.
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SCP-5082 is a highly complex thaumaturgical ritual that, when properly executed, grants a target human subject (thereafter designated SCP-5082-A) the ability to manipulate aspects of nearby universes, as well as move between them2. This ability primarily manifests as the subject being able to merge and control aspects of local universes with consensus reality, such as moving extrauniversal objects or entities into or out of our Prime dimension.
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SCP-5082 is extremely complex in nature, and consists of several hundreds of steps, each requiring unique parameters for successful completion. Examples include the subject of ascension needing to be the firstborn child of a widow, the ritualgrounds needing to be constructed in a location of divine turmoil (sic), several ceremonial relic burnings, and even a minor element of human sacrifice. Compounded with the sheer complexity of several steps and level of precision required, the process is considered extremely difficult to properly execute, even given vast resources to do so.
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Despite this, evidence suggests SCP-5082 has been successfully completed a total of five times throughout human history. Of the SCP-5082-A instances subsequently created, two are unaccounted for, and the whereabouts of three are known. At present, only the Blackline iteration is considered relevant to Foundation operations; "SCP-5082-A" will refer to this instance throughout this document.
Currently located five hundred universes upwards, engaging in a large-scale war with an unidentified extramultiversal threat.
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SCP-5082-A-(Drei)
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Medieval Era
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Ayyubid Dynasty
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SCP-5082-A-(Vier)
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1917
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Ottoman Empire
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Subject fought for the Ottoman Empire on the Black Sea front of WW1; later ascended fifteen universes upwards before being terminated by an alternate iteration of the SCP Foundation possessing highly advanced technology.
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SCP-5082-A (Blackline Iteration)
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United States
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See below.
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SCP-5082 was successfully completed on 5/30/04 by a clandestine United States research and development operation codenamed "Project Blackline" (See Addendum 5082.1), and stands as one of only five documented cases of a successful SCP-5082 completion in the current reality. Following Incident 5082-Alpha, the Foundation became involved in the Project's affairs and began aiding in the containment of SCP-5082-A. The subject is currently being held on Wizard Island in Crater Lake National Park in a semi-stable state.
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Project Director Dan Brouillette.
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Addendum 5082.1: Project Blackline
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Project Blackline functioned as a collaborative effort between several United States internal departments, including the Departments of Energy, Defense, and the Unusual Incidents Unit with the end goal of creating SCP-5082-A for utilization in world affairs. The Project was originally commissioned following the events on September 11, 2001 by the then-president George Bush, though wasn't fully approved until 2002.
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Below is an internal memo proposing Project Blackline to select Department heads and federal funding management personnel.
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Proposal Title: Project Blackline
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Proposal Purpose: The utilization of an esoteric ritual for the creation of an ontokinetic entity loyal to the United States and said entity's application abroad in the event of international conflict.
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Initial Funding Required: $2.5 billion and personnel allocation.
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Summary: Project Blackline would consist of the preparation and execution of the ritual described in the so-called "Hatra Annals"3 to endow a specially-selected soldier with supernatural abilities and utilize them in the event that international conflict with nations such as Iraq should become necessary.
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This project would be overseen by Dan Brouillette, Donald Rumsfeld, Ray Orbach, Caesar Treasendt, Chelsea Dreat, and their immediate assistants. The Federal Bureau of Investigations' sub-branch, the Unusual Incidents Unit, and their key personnel would also be involved as well.
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(Housing, logistics, and other data redacted for brevity.)
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The Project was approved in March of 2002 and a majority of Crater Lake National Park was closed under pretense of hazardous volcanic activity. A structure dubbed the "Blackline Complex" was gradually erected on Wizard Island to facilitate the proper execution of the ritual.
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Beginning on 9/23/03, the full execution of SCP-5082 began.
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Addendum 5082.2: Incident 5082-Alpha
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At 04:10 on 5/30/04, SCP-5082 was completed. The following is a Unusual Incidents Unit internal transcript of footage of SCP-5082's final stages and completion.
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The footage begins with a view of the ritual circuit in the center of the Blackline Complex. The circuit is circular, drawn on the floor in what appears to be burning ash; sixteen hooded figures kneel around the edge of the circuit, each holding different relics and chanting indiscernably. The subject of ascension, Benjamin Adams, can be seen sitting shirtless with his eyes closed in the middle of the circuit, his body covered in ritualistic sigils and glyphs.
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[3:03]: The fire weakens slightly and the hooded figures cease chanting as another figure wearing a white garb enters the chamber and approaches Adams; the flames part as they cross into the circuit.
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[3:04]: The figure says something to Adams, then brandishes a knife, cuts their palm, and squeezes the blood onto Adams, who bows his head. Everyone remains still as the figure's blood continues to drip.
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[3:05]: The figure removes his hood, revealing a large glyph seemingly tattooed onto his bald head. He raises his arms and begins to chant quietly. The ring of fire turns golden in color, and the glyphs on the man and Adams begin to glow faintly.
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[3:07]: The man lowers his hands and gestures to the other hooded figures. The figures lift up their respective relics, kiss them, then place them in the fire. As the objects begin to combust, each begins to burn a different color. The figures rise, bow, and exit the chamber; the bald man begins to sing.
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[3:11]: Once the song has concluded, the bald man turns and stands at the north edge of circle. Three shirtless men covered with glyphs enter the chamber, placing themselves at the eastern, western, and southern points of the circuit. They look at each other and nod, then proceed to initiate a complex kinetoglyph, the performance of which lasts nearly an hour. During this time, Adams is sitting cross-legged in the center of the circuit, quietly reciting hymns.
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[4:07]: The kinetoglyph finishes and a pillar of fire roughly two meters tall appears from the ring beside each of the four men. The men pause for a moment before stepping forward and gripping the pillars, which are now tangible. Adams stands, and the men begin pushing the pillars counterclockwise, causing the circuit to seemingly rotate with their movements. Adams grows visibly uncomfortable. As the pillars are pushed further around the circuit Adams begins to grunt in pain, and he slowly rises into the air. His body glows and becomes increasingly translucent; stars and what appears to be a galaxy can be seen through him.
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[4:09]: The pillars approach the point of a full rotation around the circuit, and the men can be seen shaking violently. Adams is now screaming in pain, his body glowing brighter and being nearly entirely transparent; stars and cosmic formations are now clearly visible through him.
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[4:10]: With a final shove, the four men push the pillars into place and collapse to the floor. Adams is still, and a glowing heptagram can be seen encircling him . Suddenly he grips his head and begins screaming, his voice now shifting wildly in pitch. The video records six frames of the heptagram rotating and glowing and a black line4 appearing down Adams' center. Suddenly a powerful explosion is triggered, destroying the chamber, all recording cameras, and collapsing a large portion of the Complex.
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Several long-range Kant Counters at the nearby Site-64 detected spacial and gravitational anomalies and dispatched agents to investigate; upon discovering the scene, additional reinforcements were called in. Contact was established with Director Brouillette and the Site-64 agents began to assess the situation, also initiating rescue operations for individuals still trapped in the collapsed portion of the facility.
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Wizard Island as seen from the shore of Crater Lake shortly after the Incident had begun, with SCP-5082-A in the sky above the island.
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It was quickly ascertained that SCP-5082-A was unresponsive and appeared to not have conscious control over its abilities. On-site monitors soon detected the appearance of an increasing number of spacetime perforations in the surrounding area; an order was quickly given to vacate the Park until SCP-5082-A could be stabilized. An emergency airdrop for several sets of SRAs was called in but were not set to arrive before SCP-5082-A was expected to compromise the spacial integrity of the entire state of Oregon and then beyond in an Öß-Class "Multi-Universal Amalgamation" scenario5.
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At 05:23, Site-64 researchers Victor and Emil Huic rushed towards SCP-5082-A and began to perform PMK-976. This temporarily stabilized SCP-5082-A and interrupted its effect on local reality long enough for the emergency SRAs to arrive and be deployed, after which SCP-5082-A floated back towards the ground, now unconscious and inert. The anomaly was declared provisionally stable and the installation of long-term containment measures began soon after.
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Incident 5082-Alpha resulted in the formation of seven spacetime perforations, designated Hotspots Bravo through Hotel, that represented spacetime overlapping between our universe and several nearby ones with generally Earth-like characteristics. Their appearances caused additional anomalous entities, collectively designated SCP-5082-1, to begin manifesting within Crater Lake National Park.
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A larger SCP-5082-1 entity on the edge of Secure Perimeter Echo.
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Addendum 5082.3: Hotspot Analysis
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Following the stabilization of SCP-5082-A an investigation into the spacial disturbances created was begun. In total, seven perforations in universal spacetime were discovered, with each perforation leading to a nearby universe. These hotspots are not directly observable, but the effects of their existence can be seen in areas where baseline reality and these universes overlap, causing entities or objects present in one universe to become merged with our own.
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Hotspot Bravo
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Connected universe hosts similar species to baseline humans with the equivalent of 19th century technology. Victorian-esque architecture is now scattered throughout the Hotspot as a result of the spacial merge.
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Connected universe appears to be populated by technologically advanced reptilian humanoids with some awareness of anomalous phenomenon.
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Affected area is entirely monochromatic and populated by dark, ethereal humanoids of varying size.
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Addendum 5082.4: Deliberations
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The following is an interview between Dr. Cade and Dan Brouillette that was conducted in the days following the stabilization of SCP-5082-A.
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Interviewer: Dr. Cade
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Interviewee: Dan Brouillette
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Subject: Understanding of the means and reason behind Project Blackline's execution of SCP-5082.
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Interview Video Log Transcript
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Dr. Cade: Good evening, Mr. Brouillette.
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Brouillette: Evening, doctor… Cade, was it?
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Dr. Cade: That is correct. Now, I've got a few questions to ask you concerning the operation your team was conducting here.
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Brouillette: I can try to answer them, but I can't make any guarantees that you're authorized to even know about most of the stuff our operation consisted of.
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Dr. Cade: We've already made contact with your superiors, rest assured my team and I are more than authorized to hear what you've got to say.
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Brouillette: Is that so? (He pauses for a moment then sighs.) Alright, where should I start?
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Dr. Cade: The beginning, if you would.
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Brouillette: (Nods.) Well, after September 11th, Bush and almost every Department in the fed were losing their minds, understandably. Al-qaeda this, Iraq that, you get the idea. There was this energy, this panic almost, to do something, anything.
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Dr. Cade: Must have been a hectic position to be in, I imagine.
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Brouillette: You have no idea. Anyway, people start bringing their ideas to the table, new weapons systems, intelligence gathering proposals, and in the middle of it all was a team of some eggheads who proposed to use magic of all things to fight in the war we all knew was coming.
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Dr. Cade: I take it this must have been your first encounter with the anomalous?
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Brouillette: The very existence of the Unusual Incidents Unit made it somewhat obvious that stuff like this existed, but all I'd heard about them was UFOs, bigfoot, and something about a weird polar bear.
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Dr. Cade: You're in the Department of Energy though, not the FBI.
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Brouillette: Word gets around. Once you get far enough up the ladder you start hearing whispers about this (Gestures with air quotes.) "anomalous" stuff taking place here and there. Rituals, symbols, blood; something like what we were employing here, but far more sinister. Peel back just a few layers of smiling politicians, seemingly duteous chairmen, and the anomalous become painfully apparent.
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Dr. Cade: You don't have to go into detail.
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Brouillette: No worries, I'm nearly sick thinking about it. But still, tasked with picking which proposal to chose, and we ended up with another ritual, of all things.
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Dr. Cade: I assume you're familiar with the process then?
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Brouillette: "Familiar" is a bit of an understatement, but yeah, I can fill your labcoats in on the details after this. Not that you're looking to make your own, I hope.
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Dr. Cade: (Shakes his head.) No worries. Anyway, I saw in one of the documents your superiors sent to us something about the Hatra Annals. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with such a document.
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Brouillette: I wouldn't expect you to be. Some eggheads found it deep in some ruins out east, in Iraq, of all places. It's all written in Babylonian, and breaks down every step of how to perform the ritual. How they managed to figure out something so complex with such primitive technology is… worrying, I suppose.
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Dr. Cade: Set-up must have been interesting.
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Brouillette: We had to measure out every step months in advance. A single misstep in the process would mean having to start all over again, and as generous as the fed can be with funding for obscure programs, even it has a limit.
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Dr. Cade: Why Crater Lake though? Surely there are more convenient places to perform the ritual.
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Brouillette: Convenience was not a luxury we had, doctor. With all those damned rules, specifications dictated our every move. One of the prerequisites was the setting of "a place knowing divine turmoil." How something as bland as a lake in the middle of nowhere fits the bill is beyond me.
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Dr. Cade: You'd be surprised.
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Brouillette: Either way, we followed the instructions word for word, phase by phase, meeting every requirement needed, all the way to the end. I just don't understand what happened at the end. I looked back at the footage, and we followed every single step to the letter; the ritual was a perfect as could be.
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Dr. Cade: About that, I had some of my own people looking through your files, and we believe what happened was not only was the ritual completed sufficiently, it was completed perfectly.
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Brouillette: Are you saying we did too good? Wouldn't that just make Ben stronger in the end or something?
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Dr. Cade: The ritual grants the subject the ability to interact with higher and lower dimensions, but that doesn't necessarily mean it gives them the ability to understand them. It is theoretically possible to execute the ritual while making small mistakes; an extra gram of ceremonial ash here or an extra half-litre of human blood there, it hardly makes a difference. Rituals are based on belief rather than science after all. But Project Blackline followed these rules perfectly, something that even the Babylonians that discovered the process may have been able to do.
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Brouillette: I'm not sure I follow.
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Dr. Cade: By performing absolutely flawlessly, you granted Adams access to far more dimensions than a human mind should be capable of understanding. From our best estimates, under normal circumstances he would be able to comprehend at most 20 additional universes with this power; you may have accidentally force-fed him 2000 instead. An uncountable number of new places, people, histories, and God knows what else, multiplied by a hundred, and crammed into his hilariously unprepared mind.
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Brouillette: We… broke him, then.
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Dr. Cade: …yes.
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Brouillette: (Sighs deeply and shakes his head.) Well, how do we fix him? Despite everything that's happened my people and I still have a schedule to keep with and results to deliver.
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Dr. Cade: (Looks incredulously at Brouillette.) I just told you that you created a god with more power than you or I can ever hope to imagine and you still want to strap it to a missile and point it at Iraq?
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Brouillette: Well, when you put it that way you make it sound like we're the bad guys.
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Dr. Cade: (Stares at Brouillette for several seconds before shaking his head.) Well, Mr. Brouillette, I'm sorry to break it to you but I do not know how to fix god.
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Brouillette: (Sighs deeply through gritted teeth and runs his fingers through his hair.) So now what? What am I supposed to tell the higher-ups?
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Dr. Cade: My people will take care of that. In addition, the case files for this whole debacle will be made available to you and your subordinates in the near future. As for Mr. Adams, we'll do our best to keep him stable.
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Brouillette: A-alright, doctor.
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Dr. Cade: Thank you, Mr. Brouillette. I'll be in touch.
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Addendum 5082.5: Internal Memo
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SCP-5082-A Stabilization Report
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A section of the newly-installed technology near SCP-5082-A's chamber.
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Report: SCP-5082-A is currently being held in a semi-inert state via a combination of reality-anchoring technology and thaumaturgical channels reverse engineered from SCP-5082. This installation consists the following:
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Subject: While physically restrained by the technology in place, SCP-5082-A is still mentally active, and is currently suffering from severe mental trauma due to its exposure to, and inability to understand complex higher realities. SCP-5082-A is thought to be trying and failing to comprehend knowledge of the universes made available to it. Of these universes, only eight (consisting of our own and the seven "Hotspot" universes) are being actively affected by SCP-5082-A's existence.
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Addendum 5082.6: Incident 5082-Beta
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On 12/24/2009, SCP-5082-A breached containment.
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During standard operations at the Complex, a massive energy surge was detected in the room housing SCP-5082-A's chamber. It was initially believed that technological malfunctions were occurring and the subject was breaching containment, but all technology was confirmed to be intact and functioning normally. At around 10:00 P.M. local time the entire Blackline Complex began to shake, and an entity manifested in the room.
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(The camera is recording SCP-5082-A's main chamber, located in the center of the holding room. As the footage begins, the facility is shaking, and several attending personnel can be seen struggling to balance themselves and flee. Suddenly there is a flash of static across the screen and an entity can be seen floating before the containment chamber, its back to the camera. The entity is humanoid in appearance, its form mainly composed of flickering black and white streams of light; a large glowing heptagram encircles it around the waist.)
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(The entity floats towards SCP-5082-A's chamber, and flicks its hand to the side, ripping open the metal casing and support array with apparent ease. SCP-5082-A can be seen floating in the center of the wreckage; the space around it is highly distorted, seemingly overlain with images of nearby universes, and harsh whispers and static can be heard emanating from it. As the entity floats closer, SCP-5082-A looks up. The entity speaks, its voice a deep, echoing rumble.)
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Entity: What have they done to you?
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SCP-5082-A: (Reaches a hand out appears to attempt to speak, but only odd frequencies and bursts of static are emitted.)
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Entity: I see. (It floats towards SCP-5082-A.) It was too much for you, wasn't it?
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SCP-5082-A: (Static, a heavily distorted human sob.)
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Entity: (Grabs SCP-5082-A's hand and embraces it.) It's okay.
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(The entity and SCP-5082-A's bodies fill with visual noise and begin flickering violently. Loud static, radio waves, and indiscernible human speech can be heard emitting from them, echoing into the rest of the Complex. The pair releases, and the entity holds SCP-5082-A at arms-length, their forms stabilizing.)
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Entity: You're not alone.
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SCP-5082-A: (Voice heavily distorted but discernible.) Help.
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Entity: You've been through a lot.
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SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) I can't… don't underst…aaand?
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Entity: It's going to be alright, you will understand everything soon enough.
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SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) What did you do? Where did the noise go? Why can I… I can hear…?
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Entity: All I did was help bear another's burden. Now reach out. Can you see them? All those worlds?
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SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) Too many, buzzing, tangling, mashing, they won't stop! (Clutches its head and exclaims in pain.)
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(Their forms flicker slightly, and SCP-5082-A calms down.)
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Entity: Feel them, ordered, sorted. Feel the structure, the energy, yourself among it.
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SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) So many, but… (pauses) …order.
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Entity: Yes, yes, order! Do you feel the layers? The energy? That egregious intrusion so far above?
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SCP-5082-A: (Less distorted.) Something… a hole? There's so much… malice.
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Entity: That's it! Now, feel the next layer, and step!
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SCP-5082-A: (Mildly distorted.) Like…
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(SCP-5082-A grunts and glows. Both entities suddenly become translucent, and their voices grow quieter.)
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Entity: Perfect! Again!
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(The figures slowly grow more and more transparent and their voices quieter as SCP-5082-A appears to be concentrating on something.)
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SCP-5082-A: (Slightly distorted.) I can almost see it, the tangle, the chaos is sorting out.
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Entity: You're getting there, but you have a lot to learn. Here.
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(Both entities forms flicker violently again, then stabilize. The space around SCP-5082-A is no longer distorted and the images have disappeared.)
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SCP-5082-A: (Undistorted.) I see. I–I think I'm ready.
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Entity: Good, we're going to need all the help we can get. Now come on, we've got a war to win.
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(The entity and SCP-5082-A promptly demanifest in a flash of static and light.)
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[END LOG]
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Scans of residual energy and multiversal mapping have determined the entity and SCP-5082-A have retracted from baseline reality and are currently ascended upwards through the multiverse. Mapping also revealed the unidentified entity likely originated from approximately 500 universes upwards.
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While still active, localized Hotspot activity in the Crater Lake area appears to have decreased slightly, though SCP-5082-1 instances still continue to manifest.
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Further monitoring of SCP-5082-A and the Hotspots is ongoing.
A ten kilometer exclusion zone is to be created around the location of the Ohmuno Oil Rig. Type NSKA fungicide is to be sprayed bi-weekly as well to prevent the spread of SCP-5158 to further lifeforms. Only Level 3+ personnel are allowed access to 5158; despite this, no personnel are allowed onto the Ohmuno without department-standard metal-plated hazmat suits.
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All personnel that come in direct contact with 5158 are to be scanned and tested for 5158-A instances. If they are not present, an isolated thirty-day monitoring period for any symptoms will occur. Should any symptoms arise or new spores become found, the area should be quarantined and sprayed, and the personnel should be incinerated immediately.
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Description:
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SCP-5158 is a parasitic quasi-fungal biological organism found in the Pacific Ocean. All current 5158 instances are localized to the abandoned Ohmuno Oil Rig and the wreck of the MV Nerva. 5158 instances appear to grow towards either the nearest food source or another 5158 instance. SCP-5158 appears similar to a thick moss, covered in vines, tendrils, large leaves, and arthropod-like legs. However, SCP-5158 outwardly prefers to use the legs to attack potential prey instead of for mobility. Any animals that 5158 consider as prey will be entwined by the tendrils and then impaled by 5158's legs until the prey is killed. SCP-5158 ingests its prey by use of a highly-acidic compound produced by it; however, it has little effect on bone. It is also theorized that SCP-5158 is primarily sustained by amounts of energy derived from light, though this has yet to be confirmed.
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A seedpod 5158-A instance.
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Approximately every thirty-six to fourty-eight hours, SCP-5158 widely disseminates both spores and seedpods. The reproduction timescale accelerates if 5158 has access to fresh meat. These spores/seedpods are designated SCP-5158-A. If a 5158-A instance is inhaled or digested by an animal, the instance will feed on the host's internal organs until the host ceases all bodily functions: it will then germinate to create an SCP-5158 instance from the host's corpse. 5158-A seedpods are relatively harmless if they do not contact flesh; however, 5158-A spores exhibit the same behavior with any living organisms. All 5158-A instances are more effective at reproduction in aquatic settings.
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SCP-5158 appears to have a limited amount of sentience. Its origin cannot be determined.
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Item History:
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SCP-5158 was discovered on August 17th, 2005, after all communication from the Ohmuno Oil Rig ceased for several days. Several explosions and a flare were spotted around the area a week prior, but its source was unknown until it was confirmed during the discovery of 5158 that both came from the Ohmuno. The US Coast Guard were dispatched to investigate and were the first discoverers of the anomaly. At this time, the 5158 had not completely covered the platform of the Ohmuno. The Coast Guard then notified the Foundation; by the time a team mobilized and arrived, it was the 18th. The anomaly had completely covered the platform of the Ohmuno; a Coast Guard detachment had investigated the rig and was subsequently killed and digested.
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Approximately 1.4km away from the Ohmuno, the Coast Guard also discovered the RV Sondheim, a deep-sea submersible, floating adrift and with deep gashes in its side. The Sondheim had been assigned to the Ohmuno to assist with problems found with the oil rig at the sea floor. The crew of the Sondheim are as follows:
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Harimao executive Jeanne-Marie Kushana
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Sondheim pilot Cadie Darcy
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Deep-diver Asbell Thero
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Radio/comms operator Patrick Aldermann
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Mechanical engineer Korvey Pejeet
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Although the crew were recovered uninfected, they were all permanently blinded by an unknown force. According to logs found on the Ohmuno, the Sondheim was sent to check an underwater blockage that had stalled the rig for several days. Footage from the Sondheim's exploration was recovered as well.
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The wreck of the MV Nerva was also confirmed to be located under the Ohmuno Oil Rig.
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Excerpt from Encyclopedia of Lost Vehicles, Vol. 440:
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The Nerva, circa 1982.
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MV NERVA - B-30 reefer ship, christened in 1980. Owned by Harimao Corporation. Stores a retractable underwater cargo compartment; methods of egress include lifeboats and ten secure launch pods. Created for cold storage of biologial items.
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CONDITION: The ship was declared lost and assumed wrecked March 1991 after it failed to arrive at port during a trans-pacific voyage from San Francisco, USA to Wenzhou, China. Harimao Corp. attempted a search and recovery operation that turned up negative. All goods on the ship were considered lost and free for salvagers; however, any salvagers that recovered certain goods owned by Harimao were prompted to turn them back into the company for triple the salvage price.
Dive successful; headed down at a speed of 10 knots.
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[PJEET]
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Hull pressure's looking pretty optimal.
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[DARCY]
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Can I ask a question, ma'am? Why'd we have to take on this dive so soon? The sun's gone, which is going to make Thero's job harder. We could've waited until morning.
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[KSHNA]
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The stop has already put us back considerably. Other rigs are still running; this is the most densely packed area in the Pacific for oil.
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[KSHNA]
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I also feel that… that this will be important to take care of now rather than later.
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[DARCY]
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I see, ma'am.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[DARCY]
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How are things going in compartment two, Pejeet?
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[PJEET]
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Okay so far. Thero's getting suited up. ⌠distant⌡ Thero, you want to say anything to Darcy?
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[THERO]
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Anything new?
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[DARCY]
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Not particularly, no. We're almost there, so you should get to suiting up.
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[THERO]
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Already on it.
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[DARCY]
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That's Thero for you.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[DARCY]
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We're at-depth now - the blockage leak should be somewhere around here.
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[KSHNA]
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I'm not seeing anything quite yet.
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[DARCY]
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Thero, you out yet?
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 ⌡
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[DARCY]
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Thero?
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[ALDMN]
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Be patient, I haven't got his suit comms up and running yet. Give me a minute.
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[ALDMN]
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Thero?
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[THERO]
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Good to hear you, Sondheim.
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[DARCY]
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You out there, Thero?
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[THERO]
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I'm approaching the pipes right now.
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[PJEET]
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Tell him to turn on his helmet's camera. I can't see anything on the monitor.
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[THERO]
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Right sorry.
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[KSHNA]
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What's that off to your left? Look, it seems like it's running into the pipe there.
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[THERO]
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You're right, ma'am, there's some sort of suction coming from this area.
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[THERO]
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Seems to be a piece of metal stuck there.
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[PJEET]
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Darcy. Something's not right here.
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[DARCY]
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What's wrong?
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[KSHNA]
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Wipe off that piece of metal.
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[PJEET]
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The sensors aren't lining up to their usual metrics, in fact, we're pretty off. I don't think we're near the rig's connection drill part at all.
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[DARCY]
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Ma'am, we might be at th-
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[KSHNA]
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Quiet.
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[THERO]
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Looks like… part of a shipping container. It's- is that- ? The container has the Harimao logo on it.
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[KSHNA]
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Is there a lot number on it?
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[THERO]
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Zero-two-nine-zero-L-three-three-one.
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[KSHNA]
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Impossible.
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[DARCY]
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What is?
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[KSHNA]
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Nerva. It's the Nerva.
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[DARCY]
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Ma'am, I understand that Harimao's been looking-
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[KSHNA]
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That's all, Thero.
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[DARCY]
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-he Nerva, but that's not our business. We're not salvagers. We don't work for Harimao.
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[ALDMN]
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Reeling Thero in now.
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[KSHNA]
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On the contrary; if you work on the Ohmuno, you most definitely work for Harimao.
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[THERO]
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Hey, what figures? I was barely out there. Hell, I didn't even see the main pipeline.
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[DARCY]
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Can it for now, Thero.
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[KSHNA]
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Thero, get Pejeet for me.
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[PJEET]
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You called?
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[KSHNA]
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Mark a navbuoy at this location and send it back up to the Ohmuno.
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[PJEET]
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I'll let Aldermann know.
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[DARCY]
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Since you're our new captain then, ma'am, where we going to next?
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[KSHNA]
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Go straight in this direction. About there, yes.
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[ALDMN]
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Sent the packet off to the Ohmuno, anything else?
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[PJEET]
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That'll be good. Headed at bearing 279 at… approximately five-or-so knots, Darcy?
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[DARCY]
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Sounds about right.
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[DARCY]
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Oh, Pejeet, while you're at it?
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[PJEET]
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Yeah?
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[DARCY]
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Reroute power from the spot-welder laser to the manual floodlight.
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[KSHNA]
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I'd keep that powered if I were you.
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[PJEET]
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Got it. You want Thero to put in the helmetcam?
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[DARCY]
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Eh, let Aldermann take care of that.
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[ALDMN]
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I'll tell Thero. Kushana's asking Pejeet now to input some numbers so he'll probably be busy.
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[DARCY]
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Dammit.
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[DARCY]
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⌠distant⌡ What a bitch.
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[KSHNA]
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You're still on intercoms.
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[DARCY]
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…Oh.
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[ALDMN]
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Pejeet, I've got to talk to you.
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[PJEET]
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What's going on?
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[THERO]
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It's Thero. I think you might have to recalibrate your depth numbers. I was nearly scraping bottom out there.
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[PJEET]
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Really? There should've been ample headspace between the seafloor and the Sondheim. It wouldn't make sense-
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[THERO]
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Unless we were on something.
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[PJEET]
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Unless we were on something, yes. But what?
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[KSHNA]
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The MV Nerva.
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[THERO]
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That ship that was lost?
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[KSHNA]
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Indeed. ⌠muffled⌡ Hold here, Pejeet.
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[THERO]
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Nerva? Why are we going for the Nerva?
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[THERO]
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Darcy, did you approve this?
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[DARCY]
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Thero-
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[THERO]
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Did you?
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[DARCY]
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I did, Thero. Lay off of it, alright?
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[THERO]
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Okay, bossman.
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[KSHNA]
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Pejeet. Keep the calculations the same, but account for the change in floor elevation as well as the projected location chart that I gave you.
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[PJEET]
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It should be coming up soon on your left then.
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[DARCY]
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What is it?
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[PJEET]
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I don't know, it's just a marker on a map for me.
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[KSHNA]
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Lot 542. What we're looking for. What Harimao's been trying to recover for… years now. Hopefully it's not too late.
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[DARCY]
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That's not what I meant.
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[KSHNA]
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You'll see.
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[PJEET]
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Darcy, you're coming up on it. Almost directly in front of you.
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[DARCY]
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I- I can't see much. It's fairly dark at the area.
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[PJEET]
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Hold it Darcy- I'm going to turn the computer over to Aldermann for a second.
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[ALDMN]
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Keep going straight.
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[PJEET]
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Turned up the forward floodlights to full power.
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[DARCY]
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I think I'm at the area. There seems to be some sort of… hole, but it's nearly pitch black down there. What does the reading say?
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[ALDMN]
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I can't tell; depth readings are off the charts here.
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[KSHNA]
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Start lowering the Sondheim.
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[DARCY]
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Give me a moment, Aldermann.
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[DARCY]
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Are you insane?
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[KSHNA]
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On the absolute contrary. I'm taking every single logical action that needs to be taken at the current moment. You must understand.
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[DARCY]
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Fine.
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[DARCY]
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Pejeet, keep an eye out on that pressure monitor. That thing gets even a microtag into the red, you flag my ass, got it?
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[PJEET]
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I understand.
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[DARCY]
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Ma'am, frankly, I don't care what you say. If I hear anything from Pejeet, I'm pulling this sub right back up.
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[KSHNA]
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So be it.
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[DARCY]
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We're descending now.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[ALDMN]
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Darce.
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[DARCY]
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Hm?
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[ALDMN]
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Pejeet told me to tell you to keep a good visual on the hole's walls; he's getting fairly inconsistent values from the instruments.
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[DARCY]
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Get Thero on manual control for the floodlight, then.
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[THERO]
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Full power floodlights coming right up.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[KSHNA]
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It's- how-
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[DARCY]
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What the…
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[DARCY]
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Come up to the cabin, guys. You've got to see this. Make sure to lock the floodlight in place.
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[ALDMN]
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..hat in the hell is- woah.
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[PJEET]
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That's beautiful!
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[THERO]
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This is it? What a lightshow.
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[PJEET]
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It looks like the boundless night sky, stars twinkling in droves.
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[KSHNA]
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Of course! It's not called the Star of the Ocean for nothing.
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[DARCY]
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So this is it? This is what Harimao bankrolled? I can't really tell- are those crystals?
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[KSHNA]
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Not just any, as you can see. When those crystals are exposed to a direct light source, the composition of the crystal leads to the light bouncing around somehow, amplifying the refracted light values in lumens tens or hundreds of times.
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[ALDMN]
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You could do a lot with that - perpetual energy sources? Some sort of self-recharging solar tech, perhaps.
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[DARCY]
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You guys don't get it, do you?
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[PJEET]
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Get what?
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[DARCY]
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Why do you think we're even here right now? There's a reason why Harimao Corp. - no, Harimao OIL wants this so badly. They're not ju-
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[KSHNA]
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That's enough talking here, get back to your positions.
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[ALDMN]
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Good luck Darce.
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[DARCY]
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I'm gonna fucking need it.
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[DARCY]
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Everyone back in place?
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[PJEET]
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At instros, yup. Thero's here too.
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[ALDMN]
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Comms are alright.
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[DARCY]
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Roger. Continuing descent at the previous speed.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[KSHNA]
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Darcy, if I may?
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[DARCY]
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What?
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[KSHNA]
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I resent your accusations. Just because Harimao and I share the same methods don't mean we share the same goals.
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[DARCY]
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That's not going to change how I feel about this at all, especially not with your self-serving environmental bullshit. You're several years late with it.
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[KSHNA]
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That… that is a shame. I'd hoped-
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[DARCY]
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Hoped what? I'd understand? That a good reason wipes away whatever you were doing? Get out of the office more.
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[KSHNA]
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You're a right asshole, you know that?
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[DARCY]
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Glad we could see face-to-face.
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[KSHNA]
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Well, I guess you're right.
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[ALDMN]
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Pejeet told me to tell you guys to keep a good visual on outside if you guys can.
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[DARCY]
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Sure thing.
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[KSHNA]
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What's going on over there, in the distance? Seems like those lights are moving.
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[DARCY]
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Could be? Don't see why they would, though.
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[KSHNA]
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You think so?
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[PJEET]
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We still haven't gotten a good reading on the cavern's side; can't really help you out on that one.
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[KSHNA]
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What's the consensus?
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[DARCY]
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It's probably nothing, given the depth. Water currents make the light dance around like that, y'know ma'am?
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[KSHNA]
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Yeah… yeah.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[PJEET]
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Just a heads-up, the sensors are reading that the bottom of the hole is coming up fast.
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[DARCY]
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Send the data my way. I'll start to slow down to accommodate a reasonable buffer.
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[KSHNA]
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It's getting brighter down here, isn't it?
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[DARCY]
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Definitely.
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[KSHNA]
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Thero, can you point the floodlight straight down?
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[THERO]
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But won't you two be unable to see anything?
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[DARCY]
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Trust her on this one, Thero.
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[DARCY]
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That's bright alright. It's almost like looking at the sun compared to how dark it is usually.
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[KSHNA]
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We must be on the shipping crate's main cache.
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[KSHNA]
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Thero, get suited up.
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[DARCY]
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Wait wait wait. Ma'am-
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[KSHNA]
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Kushana.
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[DARCY]
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Kushana. It's much too dangerous to use the suit this deep.
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[KSHNA]
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I understand how you feel, but it is imperative we collect some samples for analysis purposes. We can't simply leave them here after all this.
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[DARCY]
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We damn very well can. These may be important to you, but Thero is mo-
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[THERO]
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I'm already suited up and ready, Cadie.
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[DARCY]
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But Thero-
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[THERO]
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Don't worry about it. The quicker we get this done, the quicker we're all enjoying Diego's chili back at base, eh?
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[DARCY]
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…Fine. But make it quick, you hear?
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[THERO]
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I don't have the quickest hands in the Pacific for nothing.
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[DARCY]
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Pfft, dumbass.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 ⌡
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[KSHNA]
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I'm sorry about that.
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[DARCY]
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I just don't have a good feeling about this.
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[KSHNA]
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I agree - this pit is awfully inconvenient. Or convenient, depending on who you are.
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[DARCY]
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Are we the former or the latter?
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[KSHNA]
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We'll see soon enough.
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[blank]
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[DARCY]
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Goddammit, Thero didn't turn his camera on again.
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[PJEET]
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We're too deep for it to work, actually.
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[DARCY]
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Fuck.
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[DARCY]
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How about you, Aldermann? Anything from Thero?
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[ALDMN]
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Patching isn't instant, you know.
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[DARCY]
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Right, right, sorry.
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[THERO]
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I'm hooked up.
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[THERO]
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It really is a lightshow out here. Tons of these crystals as far as the eye can see - on the bottom, anyways. The wall ones are totally out of reach. I could grab these things by the handful and bring them in that way. At least- huh…?
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[DARCY]
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What is it?
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[THERO]
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Bones, some kind of bones.
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Are they human?
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[THERO]
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I can't tell for sure, but I don't think so. Some poor sea creature turned lunch, I expect. Sure are a lot of them though.
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[KSHNA]
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Is there anything else?
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Anything else? Not that I can see, at least.
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[DARCY]
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Just grab a couple of the crystals and let's dip. Let's not spend any more time here than we need.
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[THERO]
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Sounds great to me. Maybe it's… aaargh!
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[DARCY]
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Thero? Thero?
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[DARCY]
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Thero, are you there?
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[ALDMN]
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I'm not picking him up. He's not connecting.
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Pejeet, pull him in now!
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[PJEET]
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On it.
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[PJEET]
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I'm having trouble with the automatic retrieval system. ⌠distant⌡ Aldermann! Help me with the manual reeling!
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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[PJEET]
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He's in.
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[DARCY]
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Fuck, stay here Kushana. I'm going to go talk to him.
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Understood.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ⌡
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⌡
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⌡
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[KSHNA]
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Darcy, what's going on back there? The doors aren't opening!
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[DARCY]
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Jesus, Kushana, it's a fucking death trap down here. Those crystals on the wall-
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[KSHNA]
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What is it?
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[DARCY]
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They're not crystals, they're fucking eyes! Something's eyes!
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[KSHNA]
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E- eyes? It evolved?
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[DARCY]
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That's why the wall readings were inconsistent! It's because whatever it is down here with us was moving!
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[KSHNA]
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I'm pulling the Sondheim up!
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[DARCY]
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Quicker, quicker goddammit!
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[KSHNA]
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It's not working! The thrusters are full but we aren't rising!
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[KSHNA]
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Oh my god, there's- there's vines at the window.
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[DARCY]
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I- I have an idea. Face the window. There should be an orange lever to your right. Push it down counter-clockwise to override the power limiter.
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⌐⸻ ⌠ 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⌡
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[KSHNA]
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It's down.
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[DARCY]
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Turn around one hundred and eighty degrees. Press the green button on the third row from the top. After that, press the button immediately above it. The monitor should display a run executable.
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[KSHNA]
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What do I type in? Hurry, it's battering the window!
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[DARCY]
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Activate, space, welder, space, nine nine nine, then hit enter! Make sure it's pointed at the crystals!
Filename: harimao.png
+Name: Harimao Logo
+Author: Created by JackalRelated
+License: CC-BY-SA 3.0
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Filename: oil-rig.png
+Name: Ohmuno Oil Rig
+Author: Modified by JackalRelated, source owner is michael clarke stuff
+License: CC-BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: sondheim.png
+Name: Sondheim and Midgett
+Author: Modified by JackalRelated, source owner is the U.S. Coast Guard
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: seedpod.png
+Name: 5158 Seedpod
+Author: Modified by JackalRelated, source owner is PePeEfe
+License: CC-BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: nerva.png
+Name: MV Nerva (Docked)
+Author: Modified by JackalRelated, source owner is Barry Lewis
+License: CC-BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
SCP-5230 is to be stored in a modified Biological Containment Cell at Site-20. The cell is to be under constant surveillance and tapes must be available upon request.
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SCP-5230-1 is to be fenced off from the public with the cover story ("Grade A listed building") being disseminated to local residents. Since the removal of SCP-5230, no further anomalous properties have been discovered.
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Special Containment Procedures
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The remains of SCP-5230 are to be stored in a Standard Item Locker. SCP-5230-1 is undergoing approval for renovation into a new orphanage for the local area under the ownership of Foundation front company: "Sam's Child Protection".
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Discovery
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SCP-5230 was discovered after police investigated the premises due to local residents reporting noises emanating from within the structure. The police report noted a series of interrelated anomalies such as the sounds of footsteps, doors opening of their own accord, and hushed conversation. A Foundation agent planted within the county police department forwarded the report onto the Foundation for investigation. All members of the police force involved were amnestized.
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Following this, a Special Task Force comprised of two Spectral Phenomena Department researchers and three members of MTF-Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters"), was assigned to investigate SCP-5230-1. No lasting physical effects on the house were found from the spectral disturbance; however, certain objects appeared new despite their known age. These items include a small damaged wooden rocking horse, a set of black hairs on the chair, a child's diary, and a drawing of an unknown humanoid.
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Upon further investigation into the building, SCP-5230 itself was discovered to be the source of the anomaly and was contained at Site-20.
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Description
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SCP-5230 is a dollhouse replica of an old, abandoned 20th-century orphanage (designated SCP-5230-1) in Rye, UK, prior to its desertion. Records show the orphanage was abandoned around 1984 due to a fire consuming much of the building overnight. It is unknown how the fire started.
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Since recovery, at a seemingly random time each day, SCP-5230 and the dolls inside (designated -A to -D) will enact a scene resembling orphanage life. A list of the current occurrences are listed below (Extraneous logs have been removed):
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Summary
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1st day of observation
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Upon removal from the premises of SCP-5230-1, the dolls inside SCP-5230 were seen to be taught in a small study room. The scene ended after exactly two minutes.
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3rd day of observation
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SCP-5230-B was seen playing with a rocking horse whilst SCP-5230-D brushed their hair in the living room. The other two instances were found playing with wooden dolls in the bedroom.
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7th day of observation
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Two unfamiliar dolls (designated -E and -F respectively) were seen to materialize at the doorway to SCP-5230. Upon entering the office room a piece of paper appeared on the table, coated in ink. This paper was removed after a minute. SCP-5230-D was seen to follow as SCP-5230-E and -F exited. None of the 3 instances have returned.
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8th day of observation.
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The remaining instances are seen to be playing in the drawing-room. These instances do not seem to have reacted negatively to the loss of SCP-5230-D.
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12th day of observation.
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The dolls appear drained of energy and are seen to mope around the house for the duration of the scene.
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19th day of observation.
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Instances of the dolls inside SCP-5230 were seen to be drawing figures on the paper, the phrase "My future home" could be seen marked at the top of each one.
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Addendum 1
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+The 20th scene from SCP-5230 was recorded on 18/2/2014. Contents of the tape are transcribed below:
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20th day of observation
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The posters from the previous scene had been hung on the walls, each with a single candle below it on a mantlepiece. The instances are seen to lie down in bed and presumably fall asleep. After approximately 10 minutes, one of the posters falls and lands on the candle, quickly becoming set alight. The fire quickly gains a hold on the house, causing SCP-5230 to become engulfed in flame. At this point, Dr Stevens is alerted and remote fire extinguishers are deployed; however, no change in the fire's intensity is noticed. After approximately 20 minutes all of the interior is destroyed and SCP-5230 appears to directly resemble its real-life counterpart.
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In the ashes of SCP-5230, a scorched metal sign was found, it has been transcribed below:
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[unintelligable], happily ever after.
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Following these events, SCP-5230 has been reclassified to neutralized.
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Addendum 2
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On 18/11/2014, three newborn babies were discovered outside the SCP-5230-1 doors. A witness noticed a "tall, dark-haired woman, approximately 30 years old" leaving the premises soon after; she was seen to be clutching an old, tatty wooden doll. All children were also found clutching similar dolls, though it should be noted that the latter were found to be in far better condition. Upon the arrival of the children, all traces of SCP-5230 have disappeared from within locked item storage. Further investigation into the children is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5272 is to be contained in a standard anomalous objects locker at Site-32. All testing is further suspended from SCP-5272.
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Description: SCP-5272 is a file found on floppy disc with the words "SHIPWRECK" written across it in black sharpie. SCP-5272 is a text adventure game created in 1983 by one "Jim Anders". It is currently unfinished following his disappearance in the same year.
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Failure to properly type out the words in the correct order will result in the subject disappearing.
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Addendum.5272.Cronus: A file recovered from the floppy disk containing the following has determined to be the correct set of inputs to enter when playing SCP-5272.
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back and forth. back and forth the ship goes. the engines whirr and the lighting cracks. red lights are on. they blind your vision. buggy is by your side though he is slipping with the ship.
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>grab buggy.
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you pick buggy up, his head tilts to the side. he is concerned about the storm just like you. the glass on your left cracks, rocks are hitting it. you both are scared.
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you squeeze buggy. he squeaks in fear. he is still scared. so are you. the ship squeals and the lighting still cracks. There is a scream from the metal sides
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>hug buggy more.
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you wrap your arms around him stronger. he squeaks again. this time softer than before. you stay like this for a moment more waiting out the storm. others on the ship are yelling. there is another crack. you are on the floor, buggy is barely in your hands. youre vision is fading to black. buggy is already going limp.
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>stay awake
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youre eyes grow heavy and you try to fight the urge. buggys body is already slack.
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>wake buggy up.
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you shake buggy. he does nothing in return.
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>stay awake.
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you try to keep open your eyes but the darkness over takes you….
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>wake up.
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you cannot. you are asleep.
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>move.
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you are asleep.
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>dream.
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you cannot.
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>think.
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you cannot.
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>feel.
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there is water rushing past your skin, bits of rock. metal. and glass scrape past it.
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>hold breath.
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you hold your breath. your body is pulled back. into the water. it burns like nothing you've ever felt before.
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>swim.
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you swim until you break surface. from there you doggy paddle.
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you open your eyes. they sting from the water and the sky.
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>look around.
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there is water.
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>swim forward.
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there is water.
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>swim forward.
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there is water.
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>swim forward.
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there is a large statue. it has red paint. twelve tendrils. and an eye. you survey the area, but only you are around.
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you climb onto the statue.
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>look for ship.
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it is too far.
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>look for buggy.
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he is too far.
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>watch water.
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the red water moves back and forth. it smells awful. but that might be the statue.
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>look at arms.
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they are purple from the burns.
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>watch sky
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you lookup at the sky. stars are not seen. rather stormy clouds filled with lighting. it begins to rain. you watch as the water begins to rise.
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>run
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you cannot run on this corpse.
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a god listens and something appears. floating on the water.
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you mount the floating object and set sail.
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Thank You for Playing.
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(-36, 08)
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Addendum.5272.Atlas: An exoplanet was identified matching the description given by SCP-5272. Investigation into the coordinates given lead to a series of scrambled rocks and the corpses of several persons, one of whom bears materials identifying him as Jim Anders.
SCP-5432, with two non-anomalous golden apples used to confirm the strain comprising the object's filling.
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Item #: 5432
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5432 is kept frozen in a standard anomalous objects locker in the low temperature containment area of Overwatch Command, for the sake of item preservation.
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Description: SCP-5432 is a cooked apple pie that was formerly a 102 year-old human male by the name of Herman Fry. Based on residual subatomic ontological1 particle emissions in SCP-5432, Fry is estimated to have had the highest recorded internal Hume level to date at 25 times standard human baseline.
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Discovery: SCP-5432 was discovered on 2020/02/10 at 5:32 am, following a series of highly anomalous events and a spike in universal Hume levels. The sequence consisted of alterations to baseline reality across known existence centered around a point 27 km southwest of Overwatch Command. Further investigation discovered a two room cottage owned by Herman Fry at the sequence's epicenter. Ontological levels reached a maximum of seven times baseline at 6:32 am before reverting to their initial, non-anomalous state. None of the local civilians possess any memory of the events despite drastic alterations to reality made in the area during their duration.
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Fry's home was found deserted by responding Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") who discovered SCP-5432 in a rocking chair on the cottage's seaside-facing porch. The team reported the cabin to be "littered with literature from multiple non-existent self-help groups and new age religions", as well as sufficient personal effects to determine Fry's identity2. The oven was left on and preheated to 200 centigrade.
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Addendum 5432.1: Discovery Event Log
+Note - The following was compiled by both direct witnessing by Foundation personnel during the event sequence and a global mapping of reality fluctuations following its conclusion. Recorded data was utilized to statistically map previous reality states using the Turing-12 supercomputer located within Overwatch Command.
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5:32 am
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Cottage of Herman Fry
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Herman Fry's cottage materializes southeast of Helston with its oven preheated at 200 centigrade.
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5:48 am
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The Channel
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A fleet of 81 civilian-flagged motor yachts appear 5 km off the southern coast of Falmouth. Their appearance is accompanied by the sounds of gunfire emanating from the southeastern seas. The ships sail towards the source of the noise at a speed of 135 knots until they circumnavigate the world and reappear off the northern coast 44 minutes later.
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5:54 am
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Harbour Road Pub, Porthleven
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The windows of the building all vibrate in harmony to the tune of Slow Boat to China, a song about two individuals taking a solitary and romantic journey to a fictional land. The piece is sung in duet by two voices inherently identified as Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. No such persons exist within known history.
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5:59 am
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Falmouth Hospital
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The ground beneath the facility rises due to a sudden tectonic shift until it is 6.3 km above sea level. The brickwork of the building glows with a composite brightness of 1,500,000 lumens.
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6:04 am
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Porthleven Community Graveyard
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A total of 10,000 Gordon's Gin bottles and 10,000 MG Magnette ZA automobiles fall from the sky and onto the cemetery grounds.
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6:06 am
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Royal Psychiatric Asylum of Cornwall
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Entering the asylum via its front entrance transports the person to the top and edge of the seaside cliffs at Lizard Point 63 km away.
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6:10 am
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Fistral Beach, Newquay
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A previously abandoned warehouse is instantaneously decorated with advertisements for 32 different non-existent religions. Examples include "The Process Church of the Final Judgment", "The Church of Scientology", "Buddhism", and "The Church of the Second Hytoth".
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6:13 am
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Bodmin
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A 1 km tall and 100 m wide hermetically sealed cylindrical prison appears above Bodmin. The structure's interior consists of stacked rows of cells encircling a pillar spanning its height. The pillar's structure resembles a Scranton reality anchor constructed from human remains.
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6:18 am
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Global Event
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All video monitors across Cornwall play episode nine of a nonexistent television series named "Cosmos" hosted by an entity that self-identifies as "Carl Sagan". The episode discusses multiple hypothetical cosmological structures such as "quasars" and "galaxies". The prison structure above Bodmin evaporates as water vapor.
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6:19 am
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Lizard Point
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Two unmarked graves, one 25% the size of the other, appear at the cliff edge. The ground around the grave plots collapses into the sea, leaving two stone pillars on the coastline.
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6:21 am
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Universal Event
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Cornwall vibrates to produce Slow Boat to China at a constant volume of 60 decibels. Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney's voices are replaced by one woman and an adolescent of unknown identities. A layer of human placental tissue forms around reality's outer surface, making a embryonic shell 120,000 km in diameter.
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6:25 am
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St. Ives
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The town is replaced by a massive astronomical observatory taking up its incorporated area. The telescope inside has a maximum magnification factor 1,256 times stronger than necessary for total universal viewing.
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6:27 am
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Truro
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The populace (19,260) is replaced by identical instances of an unidentified woman approximately 28 years of age. Each is dressed in a wedding gown and holds an ingredient for apple pie. The instances converge on the Cathedral of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Truro. All instances return to their original state, location, and identity following entry.
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6:29 am
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Universal Event
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The terrain within a 5 km radius of the cottage is transformed into pie crust which rises to cover and consume Fry's home. The figures of one man, one woman, and one child holding hands together decorate the puff-pastry surface. Tears spread across the placental layer encapsulating known reality.
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6:32 am
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Cottage of Herman Fry
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The pastry crust around Fry's cottage retreats to the front porch. An additional rocking chair materializes on either side of the one already present with one being appropriately sized for a child between 5 and 8 years of age. SCP-5432 appears in the center rocking chair. The cottage's oven is left on and preheated to 200 centigrade.
Artist's Rendering of SCP-5687. A lower level thaumaturgical energy has been observed to emanate from accurate renderings, though it does not display significant anomalous properties.
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Item #: SCP-5687
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5687-2 is to be staffed at all times by at least one Foundation agent taking on the role of "concierge". They are to provide information to SCP-5687-2 entrants via video presentation.
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Upon entry, all entrants to SCP-5687-2 will be presented with a choice of four objects:
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Handcuffs. Entrants who choose this will be brought to Secure Facility 32-C for containment.
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An identification keycard. Entrants who choose this will be taken to Site-33 for orientation and exams to determine their most fitting position as Foundation staff.
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A spyglass. Entrants who choose this will be turned over to GoI-59171 agents who will transport them to their final destination.
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A map. Entrants who choose this are to be instructed to open the map and speak the words: “main office.”
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No entrants are permitted to leave. Hostile entrants are to be restrained until they have made their formal choice. Failure of entrants to comply will result in the handcuffs as an automatic choice.
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The use of amnestics on entrants is strictly prohibited.
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See addendums below for logs of previous containment efforts.
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Description: SCP-5687 is an insignia of an eye flanked by two feathered wings. The insignia is roughly 30 cm in length and 10 cm in height. Text in Hebrew below the eye roughly translates to "Right and True". SCP-5687 is only visible to individuals who have been granted access to SCP-5687-2; those with access to SCP-5687-2 have been estimated to comprise approximately 5% of the population, almost all of these people being civilians with academic or investigative backgrounds.
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SCP-5687’s location varies, although it is consistently found on flat surfaces in locations with human activity.
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SCP-5687's method of relocation was initially unknown, however, after several attempts to contain it, it has been noted that SCP-5687-2A is responsible for its frequent movement. (See Addenda.)
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Entrants access SCP-5687-2 by cupping a hand over SCP-5687 or within 1 meter of it on the surface where it is located. SCP-5687 and its accompanying surface will then dissipate, revealing an entrance to SCP-5687-2.
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Once an entrance has been opened, any individual may enter, even if they were not able to perceive SCP-5687. Only thaumaturgically sensitive recording equipment is able to capture images of SCP-5687.
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SCP-5687-2 is a retail bodega arranged similarly to those commonly found on Earth. The products found in the bodega include, but are not limited to:
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Periodicals.
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Various food products, not all of which are intended for human consumption.
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Clothing themed after GoI-5917, the Wandsmen.
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Contents of the periodicals available within SCP-5687-2 range from the mundane, to information purporting to be from other dimensions, to highly classified information from the Foundation database. It is currently unknown how this information was obtained.
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Directly in the center of SCP-5687-2 is a magazine titled, ‘The Wandsmen’s Gazette’, which is held in a locked glass box reinforced with a wire frame and protected with currently unidentified runes.
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SCP-5687-2’s main retail lobby is managed by SCP-5687-2A.
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SCP-5687-2A is a bipedal avian creature with features similar to owls (Strigiformes). It stands at approximately 3 meters. SCP-5687-2A's wings have another pair of talons to mimic the usage of human hands. It theoretically is capable of flight, but this has not been observed directly.
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Discovery: SCP-5687 was discovered in Sunset River, Florida, when high quantities of Aspect radiation were detected leaking from dehydrated corpses. The bodies were all identified as civilians who had ties to human trafficking rings. CCTV Video footage recorded a male civilian, later identified as 16-year-old Johnny Davis, performing thaumaturgic rites on these victims. Davis is now designated PoI-5687.
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Addendum-5687:
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Dispatched Foundation Agents located and attempted to capture PoI-5687. PoI-5687 escaped via vanishing through the newly discovered SCP-5687.
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Video log added below.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 4/28/2021
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NOTE: Initial apprehension attempt.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<Agents Richards and Peters sit in their car outside Sunset River Mall's food court at night, near closing.>
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Richards: I have a visual.
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<PoI-5687 is working at the nearby McDonalds, currently mopping.>
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Peters: Should be another…<He looks at his watch.> twenty minutes.
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<Twenty minutes pass and PoI-5687 clocks out and walks towards his car, near which Richards and Peters are currently parked.>
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Richards: Now.
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<Richards and Peters get out of their car and quickly approach PoI-5687.>
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Richards: Johnathan Davis?
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<PoI-5687 quickly turns around, surprised.>
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PoI-5687: Yes? A-and who are you guys?
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<Richards flashes a badge.>
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Richards: Officer Richards and Officer Peters. Come with us.
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PoI-5687: Whoa, whoa, whoa, am I under arrest?!
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Peters: Yes. Come with us. Now.
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<PoI-5687 turns, faces his car and pauses a moment. The front left tire has been locked by a car boot.>
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PoI-5687:<Whispers.> Shit!
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Richards: Just make it easy for us, son. It'll make it easy for you, too.
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<PoI-5687 immediately sprints past Richards and Peters, who give chase. He runs to the entrance and attempts to pry it open, failing. He notices Richards and Peters rapidly approaching and he runs left towards the employee entrance instead. Richards and Peters turn around the corner and see PoI-5687 open a half-rotting cardboard box and jump inside, disappearing in a bright flash of light.>
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Peters: What the fuck?
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Richards: Ho-ly jesus. I was…not expecting that.
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Peters: Alright, so, fun fact; kid's not a reality bender.
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Richards: But he's still a problem.
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Peters: I'll call Command.
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[END LOG]
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Initial Investigation notes:
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Initial examination of SCP-5687 showed it had a very distinctive thaumaturgic signature typically associated with GOI-5917. However, when the box was transported to Site-33 for further examination by Foundation Researchers, the marking on the box vanished, and no Aspect radiation could be found on it.
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SCP-5687 was detected two days later on a brick wall inside a shopping center in southern Milwaukee.
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Field Agents secured the area, Researcher Barnum from Site-33 was assigned as head of the investigation. He found no records of any thaumaturgical working associated with the Symbol.
+Subject D-2348 was told to touch SCP-5687 and report his findings. No changes were observed.
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Researcher Barnum then attempted to examine the symbol using a simple thaumaturgic ritual. However as he touched the symbol to begin the ritual, SCP-5687 reformed itself into a stone doorway which promptly opened to a darkened stairway leading down.
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Addendum-5687-2:
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 5/21/2021
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NOTE: Investigation conducted via reconnaissance drone.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<The drone hovers slowly down the stairs, panning back and forth as it travels. Night vision camera reveals several rows of bookshelves, with many of the titles written in unknown languages.>
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<Upon reaching the bottom step, its propellers cease functioning due to an electrical short.>
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<Camera continues to record a large pair of talons slowly walking towards it.>
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Unknown Entity: Why don't you just come down and have a chat?
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[END LOG]
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Addendum-5687-3:
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After the initial failure of Drone Reconnisance, Researcher Barnum requested an exploration of the structure by Mobile Task Forces.
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 5/22/2021
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NOTE: Investigation conducted by MTF Sigma-2 ("Corn Watchers").
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VIDEO SOURCE: Lead Agent Singh's helmet camera.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Singh: Alright team, as this is an Indoor op, we'll be joined by-
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Agent Wells: Woo! The Falcon is flying again!
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Agent Grant: It's good to have you back old man.
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Agent Singh: Yes, yes, we're all glad Agent Briggs2 is back on field duty. Agent Briggs, can you brief us on GOI-5917?
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Agent Briggs: Yes ma'am, I reckon most of you know the look of what kinds of creatures we're expecting to encounter.
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<Agent Briggs is seen gesturing to himself.>
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Agent Briggs: From a combat standpoint, they're tough to take down. They can also fly, and generally they're capable of thaumaturgical workings. However, the only time GOI-5917 attacked us directly was during a failed prison break of SCP-5946, and no casualties were reported from the encounter.
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<Agent Briggs is seen scratching at the back of his elongated neck with his talons.>
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Agent Briggs: It sounds like these… people just want to have a conversation with us. Don't shoot unless you need to, but I would definitely keep your guard up.
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Agent Singh: Sound advice. Agent Briggs will be taking point. We don't know how electronics are going to be affected down there so everyone has been issued chemical lighting as well. Form up!
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< An exploration team consisting of Agents Singh, Grant, Briggs and Wells forms up at the door.>
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<Agent Briggs opens the stone door and turns on his head lamp.>
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<The team proceeds to advance. The space is lit now and appears to be a large convenience store with an unusually large book and periodical section. Sitting behind a folding table set up in the middle of the store is a large avian creature3 designated SCP-5687-2A. The creature gestures to chairs at the other side of the table.>
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SCP-5687-2A: I would offer you all tea, but I know you wouldn't drink it… Are the guns really necessary?
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Agent Singh: We have reason to believe you're harboring someone who has killed three people, so yes.
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SCP-5687-2A: I would hardly call those book burning slavers "people", but fair enough.
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<It rotates its head to Agent Briggs>
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SCP-5687-2A: You must be the 4th Wandsman of Earth. I don't suppose you've reconsidered our offer?
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<Agent Briggs tenses.>
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Agent Briggs. I told that Arbiter of yours and now I'm telling you. My family is here.
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SCP-5687-2A: Really? Was that poor soul you had test out the doorbell "family" too? You know she hardly deserved the death penalty in my opinion, not that anyone really does. Her husband was beating her, of course she'd fight back. And then the judge just wanted to look tough on cri-.
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Agent Singh: Enough! What is the purpose of this facility, and where is our murder suspect?
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SCP-5687-2A: This "facility" as you call it is meant to provide, in exchange for a small modicum of gossip, all of the information that your organization has decided to restrict from the public. We are journalists after all.
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Agent Singh: … So you've been handing out classified information?
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SCP-5687-2A: I have been teaching that which is vital to allow the citizens of your planet to defend themselves. There are large numbers of "anomalous" predators surrounding them that render them utterly powerless. It seems necessary for us to assist them, as your organization has not had a history of reliable protection.
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Agent Briggs: I don't think blood sacrifices are protecting anyone.
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SCP-5687-2A Your "family" strongly disagrees 4th, ask them about the Stag someti-
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<Johnny Davis enters swiftly from a room in the back of the sales floor.>
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Johnny: Miss 14th! Mom is-.
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<All MTF agents immediately raise their weapons at the 16 year old.>
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<Johnny immediately puts his hands behind his head.>
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Johnny: Please… Just let me help her.
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<SCP-5687-2A enters the frame once more, sprinting to the back room with a large tome in its claws.>
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<Agent Singh starts chasing after it.>
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Agent Singh: Briggs, with me! Grant, secure the ki-
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<Agent Singh opens the back door to reveal SCP-5687-2A playing a soft song on a set of panpipes, apparently reading the music out of the book she was carrying.>
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<It appears to be playing the song for a convulsing woman in a hospital bed. The soft beep of a heart monitor is heard slowly reducing in frequency as the woman slowly comes to rest.>
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<SCP-5687-2A stops playing and lifts the woman’s hospital gown, revealing that her leg shows serious signs of bruising and is covered in large lumps.>
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SCP-5687-2A: Blast it all, they should have stayed put for longer…
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Agent Briggs: What… What’s happening to her?
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<SCP-5687-2A shakes its head.>
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SCP-5687-2A: Johnny bought his mother some life, but these rats are far too hungry.
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Agent Singh: … We’re taking you, the boy, and this woman into custody.
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<SCP-5687-2A glares at her.>
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SCP-5687-2A: You know, I rather think I've wasted enough hospitality on you monsters. Good day.
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<SCP-5687-2A claps its talons together.>
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<After .3 seconds of static, the video feed returns, showing the team back in the secured shopping center. The doorway has vanished.>
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[END LOG]
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Addendum-5687-4:
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 4/24/2021
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NOTE: A member of GoI-5917 appeared in Site-33 Director Nakamura's office and requested an impromptu negotiation, identifying itself under the title, "Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon." The entity appears to have utilized an instance of SCP-5917 in order to evade security.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon appears in Nakamura's office, an unfurled map in its claws. It rolls it up and slips it inside a coat pocket.>
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Wandswoman: Hello, Director. How do you do? <It tips its bowler hat and curtsies.>
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Nakamura: …So you basically do the anomalous equivalent of breaking and entering and then take the time to act proper?
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Wandswoman:<Chuckles.> It's not like I expected to be let in through the front door. Anywho, I'll make this brief, Director. There are a lot of tensions between our two factions and I'd like to broker a peace deal.
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Nakamura: You're actively disseminating dangerous knowledge to the general populace and you turned one of my men into…one of you. I'm not sure how you think you can get any leverage with me.
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Wandswoman: Director, please—
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Nakamura:And you're giving a high schooler the power to siphon life force and put it in someone else.
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Wandswoman: That poor boy's mother is dying! It's not a human disease either. Really, we're the best doctors he's got. Look, I know we're not on a first name basis, but I know you at least have a heart, unlike most people who work here.
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Nakamura: Hm. I care, but it doesn't give me or you the right to give some kid anomalous items. But I know you're not here to talk about that. What do you want?
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Wandswoman: Look Director… I know that interactions between our two factions haven't been the best. I'm here to offer a diplomatic solution to our problems. The last thing either of us want is to spill more blood from either your personnel or my siblings. I know of a peaceful conclusion we can reach.
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Nakamura: …I'm listening.
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Wandswoman: Alright. You and I technically are on the same side—
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Nakamura: Doing everything you can to shatter the Veil hardly aligns with our goal. But continue.
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Wandswoman: Our methods may be different, but in the end, we both serve to preserve knowledge.
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Nakamura: No. You gather knowledge and sell it.
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Wandswoman: We're not Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Director. The only profit we want from this is simply more knowledge.
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Nakamura: Well, you have knowledge. Keep it to yourself. The Veil stays.
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Wandswoman: Actually, about that. <It pulls out a seat and gestures.> May I?
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<Nakamura nods; the wandswoman sits down.>
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Wandswoman: The Veil…you do know that maintaining it is pointless, right? You already receive countless warning signs on a daily basis. Containment breaches, new anomalies being found everyday, more of that knowledge-deleting toxic poison you force people to breath in just because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Nakamura: Mistakes happen. We cover them up. Whatever hole appears in the Veil, we patch it.
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Wandswoman: But they don't stay patched forever. That Veil is going to shatter soon. Far sooner than you think.
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Nakamura: …What aren't you telling me?
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Wandswoman: This is the closest I've ever come to begging. <It reaches over slowly and puts a 'hand' over Nakamura's.> Listen to me. We have a lot of common enemies. Far, far more than you think. <It leans forward and whispers.> I really don't want us to antagonize each other. We really are on each other's side, despite the differing idealogies.
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Nakamura:<Slowly moves hand away from the wandswoman's talons.> What's your proposal, then?
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Wandswoman: You don't care about people knowing things, as long as they don't know them 'here.' We don't care about where people know things, as long as they know things. We can make a compromise.
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Nakamura: And that would be?
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Wandswoman: People find our shop, we take them away. They can join us or we can put them somewhere on an alien planet where an arbitrary Veil doesn't exist. You make people disappear all the time, so this really is no different.
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Nakamura: If the Veil shatters—
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Wandswoman:When, Director.
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Nakamura:If it happens, you'll bring these people back, right?
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Wandswoman: Of course.
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Nakamura: Very well. I'll need to discuss this proposal with the O5 Council. Admittedly, I'm more intrigued than I thought I would be.
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<Nakamura gets up. The wandswoman does so as well.>
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Wandswoman: Thank you, Director. <It holds out a claw, presumably for a 'handshake'.>
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Nakamura: Don't thank me. Just because we reached an agreement now doesn't mean we won't be enemies later.
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Wandswoman:<It slowly lowers its hand and looks down at the ground.> I…know earning your trust won't be an easy feat, but this is a good start. That's worth something.
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Nakamura: Perhaps.
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<The wandswoman takes its map out of its pocket and unfurls it.>
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Wandswoman: Good day, Director.
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<It vanishes.>
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[END LOG]
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Addendum-5687-5:
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VIDEO LOG
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DATE: 5/25/2021
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NOTE: Anomalous Ritual Conducted by GoI-5917, aided by Foundation assets
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VIDEO SOURCE:
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The following recording was generated by what SCP-5687-2A described as “A Ritual of Choice”.
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The recording seems to show the ritual from the perspective of Latisha Davis, with viewers somehow "knowing" what she is feeling.
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It does not appear possible to record a transcript of this ritual without her perspective. Currently no available method has been found that is able to disentangle this perspective from any audio, video, or written account of these events.
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The reason for these anomalous attributes is currently under investigation. However, the transcript’s anomalous properties have been deemed safe by Foundation thaumaturgists.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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<You wake up. You are in terrible pain, but you feel more lucid than you have in a long time.>
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Latisha: Wha… Where? Oh… god…
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<You spot a giant owl in a pantsuit at the bottom of the bed. You try to cry out, but your throat is too sore.>
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<The giant owl notices you stirring, its head swiveling around to face you just like in videos. It reaches out and holds a covered cup with a straw to your face.>
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<You scrabble back, or try to… the pain is excruciating…>
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Owl Monster: Try not to move if you can help it, you're still not well. Please, I swear on my name, it’s just water. You are as safe here as you can be anywhere.
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<It’s amazing how much madness you’re willing to accept when you know you’re about to die. You suck on the straw. The owl wasn’t lying.>
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<You drink your fill. Your throat is still sore, but much better than before.>
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Latisha: Thank you… Where am I? Wha- who are you?
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Owl: I suppose I must look strange given how long you’ve lived in the dark. I’m the Fourteenth Wandswoman of the planet Tell. My name is…Frasia. You’ve earned it. And the Foundation is bound to figure it out eventually anyway.
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<You have so many questions, but for some reason you just say the first thing that pops in your head>
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Latisha: Frasia… That’s pretty.
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<You swear, you see the owl smile.>
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Frasia: I can see why Johnny’s so devoted to you.
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<Johnny! How had you forgotten? A hundred questions start pouring out of your mouth.>
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Latisha: Where is he? Is he alright? Can I see-
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<You start coughing. Frasia offers you the water again, but you bat it away with your face. It makes your head swim, but you don’t care.>
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Latisha: Frasia! Where is Johnny!?
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<Frasia puts the cup down and pulls back a curtain beside you. You're overcome with relief. There you see Johnny, lying down on a couch with his earbuds in. He's grown so much, but he always looks so small when he's asleep.>
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Frasia: He tired himself out.
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<Frasia picks up a blanket off a nearby table scattered with supplies and gently drapes it over your baby.>
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Frasia: Fear not, he's never far.
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<Oh god, you’re a terrible mother… You should be the one taking care of him, not… but you’ve just been so tired and it hurts so much…>
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Latisha: Why are we here? What’s going on?
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Frasia: Johnny found me and asked for my help treating your illness. He’s been staying with me for some time while I’ve healed you… I’m not a doctor, exactly, but I know a lot. And I fear you would have lost your life several times over if he hadn’t brought you to me.
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<Frasia looks away for a moment.>
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Frasia: I can’t take credit for waking you up though. I have some… “acquaintances” who are quite skilled with painkillers and stimulants. They have some experience with making people in your situation more… lucid. At least for a time.
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<Your head swims. This is a lot to process for a lot of reasons.>
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Latisha: How much time do I have?
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Frasia: Enough to make a decision. I’m afraid your time living in the mundane world you knew is over, but you need not stay in it.
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<Frasia waves a hand and suddenly you see an office filled with people all examining some sort of strange, tentacled dog creature together and making notes.>
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Frasia: Your first option is to join the SCP Foundation. They’re a group that seeks to protect the Earth from things that would try to destroy it. They are…complicated, but as strongly as I disagree with some of their methods, they genuinely want to help. They have enough technology to keep you alive for some time, though I can’t say how long.
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<You think about that. This definitely isn't the first time you've seen something you couldn't explain. And you know what’s in your legs isn’t normal. None of the doctors knew what to make of it… If these were the Men in Black, were they your best shot at living long enough to see your son graduate?>
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Latisha: You said I had other options?
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<Frasia nods, she spreads her wings once more and the image of a strange massive tree covered in large, but not so scary looking lizards appears in your mind. They’re moving crates up and down the tree, and talking to some people in a large hollow lined with stone.>
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Frasia: You second option is to become a colonist on another planet. The sapient beings there would have technology that could aid in healing you, but I admit it’s a frontier world. If you were healthy I would reccommend it as a wonderful adventure, but as you are…
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Latisha: I get it… It sounds nice for some folk, but I don’t think it’s for me. What’s next?
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<The image fades and Frasia Weaves you a new one. You see yourself strapped to a table, with furious notes being taken. You see the doctors around you monitoring your vitals and dissecting the rat things they take out of you.>
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Frasia: This one is like the first option, but with you having considerably less freedom. Rather than joining the Foundation, you become one of the things it contains. It means they would likely devote more energy to studying your illness though, it may even increase your chance for a cure, but I wouldn’t count on having much… agency under their care.
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<You get a sinking feeling in your gut. Had Frasia put the only good option at the start?>
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Latisha: Is there any other option?
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Frasia: Yes… Though I don’t want to minimize the price of it.
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<The image in your mind fades once more and you see yourself standing in a massive library filled with bird creatures like Frasia. You feel a strange sense of family and purpose to the place… but it has the strangest undertone of doubt.>
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Frasia: Your final option, and this is the option that gives you the best chance of survival by far, is to become one of us. The Wandsmen are a team of interdimensional reporters that seek to preserve knowledge and life. Your body will be strengthened greatly and the parasites inside you will flee from it… But you won’t be human anymore.
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<Frasia looks… strangely defeated.>
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Frasia: I know it sounds silly, worrying about what you see in the mirror when dimensions are crumbling around you, but… You have to rebuild your sense of self after something like that, even though your mind doesn’t change. It’s not pleasant.
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<You grit your teeth. There’s really only one answer here.>
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Latisha: How do I become like you?
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<Frasia looks at you, surprised.>
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Frasia: Latisha, are you sur-
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Latisha: Frasia, I’ve got a kid to look after. If this is my best chance to stick around to protect him, then I have to take it.
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<Frasia seems to consider this… She nods. She reached behind her and hands you some sort of… Scroll?>
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Frasia: If you’re sure about this, then all you need to do is open the scroll and speak the words “Main Office”. That will start the process, though you’ll need to travel the roads a bit more to finish it.
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<You look at the roll of paper in front of you. It feels old, and heavy in your hand. You know this whole thing is crazy, but you don’t know what else to try…>
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Latisha: Will it hurt?
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<Frasia looks down. She nods.>
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<You take in a deep breath that strains your damaged lungs and let out a long sigh.>
As SCP-5765 is a Foundation containment unit stored in Site-77, no additional containment measures are necessary. Should SCP-5765 be empirically proven to contain bees, containment procedures should be updated accordingly.
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Description
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+SCP-5765 is a standard Foundation containment unit, previously designated ████-A. It is believed to contain a large number of bees, although no empirical evidence of this has yet been obtained. Tests are ongoing to definitively confirm the presence of bees in SCP-5765.
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Attached Addenda
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Addendum 5765.1: Abridged Test Logs
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All tests were conducted by Researcher J. Edmunson. For full records, please contact Head Researcher Dr. Johannes Ashby.
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TEST 1: REMOTE VISUAL SEARCH
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Description
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Dr. Edmunson searches the interior of SCP-5765 using standard observational cameras present within the containment unit.
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Result
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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Researcher notes
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Why do we even have these cameras if they can't see the subject being contained? Do we really think someone is going to break in to steal bees? Requesting a higher resolution video feed.
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TEST 2: VISUAL SEARCH FROM ROOM PERIMETER
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Description
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Researcher Ayim searches SCP-5765 from secure doorway and attempts to visually ascertain presence of bees.
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Result
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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Researcher notes
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Test result compromised: my research assistant apparently forgot to mention that he wears 1.25 diopter reading glasses. Redoing test after Researcher Ayim corrects his vision deficiency.
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TEST 3: VISUAL SEARCH FROM ROOM PERIMETER, WITH CORRECTIVE LENSES
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Description
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Researcher Ayim searches SCP-5765 from secure doorway and attempts to visually ascertain presence of bees while wearing his corrective lenses.
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Result
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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Researcher notes
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While I wait for our optics people to verify that the reading glasses are of an appropriate strength for Researcher Ayim, I think it's apt to get some face time with these bugs. I'll put in an order with human resources and see who we can get for future testing.
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TEST 9: SEARCH BY D-CLASS PERSONNEL (D-72771)
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Description
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D-72771 enters SCP-5765 and commences search directed by Dr. Edmunson via intercom. Search was discontinued when D-72771 voluntarily ceased responding to direction, but his observation and debrief is considered thorough for the purpose of this test.
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Result
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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Researcher notes
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Well, it appears these bees are indeed anomalous in some way that makes them difficult to detect. That's more data than we had, at least. Perhaps we need to encourage them to interact with D-72771.
Edmunson: D-72771, please enter the containment chamber.
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D-72771: Haven't I already tested this chamber?
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Edmunson: Sorry? No, not according to my records. Please enter the containment chamber.
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D-72771: Yeah, going in now.
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(D-72771 slowly enters SCP-5765 and stands in the middle of the containment chamber.)
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D-72771: So where are the bees you were talking about?
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Edmunson: Please repeat, Seventy-One.
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D-72771: I thought there were supposed to be bees in here?
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Edmunson: That's what we're trying to find out. Please examine your surroundings and locate any evidence of bees.
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D-72771: Nah, just an empty room. I don't see any [SCP]s or bees or anything.
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Edmunson: Please look closer. Walk the perimeter of the room, check the corners.
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(D-71771 patrols the room, leaning down several times to examine the floor.)
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Edmunson: Have you found them yet?
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D-72771: No. Are you going to, uh, pour bees in here or something?
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Edmunson: Of course not. We can't just introduce one population of bees to another like that. It would make a holy mess of SCP-5765.
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D-72771: So there are bees in here?
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Edmunson: We haven't confirmed that yet, Seventy-One. That's why you're standing in the middle of SCP-5765.
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D-72771: Wait, what? The chamber is 567-whatever? I thought we were talking about the bees.
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Edmunson: So you are seeing bees, then?
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D-72771: Look, is there something that's going to sting me? Just tell me.
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Edmunson: Stung by what, Seventy-One?
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D-72771:Bees?
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Edmunson: What bees are you seeing, Seventy-One?
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(D-72771 refuses to answer further questions, and is withdrawn from SCP-5765. No evidence was collected confirming the presence of bees within the containment chamber.)
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[END LOG]
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TEST 12: SEARCH BY D-CLASS PERSONNEL, MODIFIED
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Search of containment unit by D-72771, who is heavily pollinated. D-72771 searches interior of containment cell.
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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I have put in an order for an impressive variety of pollen. We'll try the others next week. Keep D-72771 nearby.
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TEST 27: SEARCH BY MELITTOLOGIST
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Melittologist1 Dr. Allison Ewing invited to consult for the Foundation. Dr. Ewing searches SCP-5765 and makes numerous suggestions for locating and identifying bee population. Changes were implemented and reevaluated after one week.
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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It was worth ruling out the possibility of a non-anomalous infestation. Since Dr. Ewing's strategies should have driven out any normal bee species, we'll consider this a tentative confirmation that these creatures are indeed anomalous. Let's tear these plants up and continue testing.
Edmunson: Alright, Doctor, you may begin whenever you're ready.
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Ewing: Sure. I apologize, uh, this is a little awkward. I've been researching bees for twelve years, and haven't done anything like this. It's like I'm conducting an autopsy. Not used to having people watching.
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Edmunson: I understand. Our research facility is admittedly a bit unorthodox. Just say what you're thinking, and give us an idea of what we're dealing with. It'll feel more natural as you go.
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Ewing: Okay, it's your show. Let's see them.
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(Ewing secures her beekeeping helmet and enters SCP-5765. She searches the room for sixty seconds.)
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Ewing: Uh, I don't see any bees.
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Edumunson: Understood. Please continue.
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Ewing: Continue?
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Edmunson: Yes, please.
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Ewing: Well, I don't see any bees. There's nothing in here.
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(Dr. Ewing begins to pace the outer perimeter of the containment chamber.)
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Ewing: What's the temperature of this room?
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Edmunson: Uh, let me check. One moment.
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Ewing: It feels a bit chilly.
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Edmunson About 13 degrees Celsius.
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Ewing: So yeah, that's a bit cold for bees. You could be dealing with some sort of cold-resistant species or subspecies, like we find with Carniolans or Russian honey bees, but either way, they're likely bundled up in the hive somewhere trying to keep warm. Can you adjust the temperature?
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Edmunson: Sure, bringing it up now. 18 or 19 good for you?
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Ewing: Sure. Continuing. The room is barren of natural resources, or indeed any resources at all. If we turn this place into a garden, we might draw them out and get a better look. Most bees aren't very specific about the plants they'll mine for pollen, but a few are. In addition to lavender, holly, uh, clover and maybe echinacea, you'll want to also have dogwood and mustard for the pickier eaters. Makes sense they'd be hard to find if there's nothing here for them to eat.
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Edmunson: Understood, we'll make it happen. Ayim? Write that down?
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Ewing: I'm not seeing any physical signs of bees. No damage from carpenters, no scouts. You mentioned nobody's been stung, so your bees either aren't aggressive or they simply don't feel threatened. Or, as I mentioned, they could be lethargic from the cold. We'll want to try pheromones for a couple of different species, at least.
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Edmunson: I'm actually a step ahead of you on that. I have someone ready to test that soon. Please, continue, your input is invaluable.
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(Transcript abridged, available in full as 57655-UA. Dr. Ewing makes numerous suggestions over nine hours for exposing bee populations. All suggestions are approved and implemented by Dr. Edmunson. One week after the environment of SCP-5765 has been converted to be friendlier to various bee species, no empirical evidence of bees is found. Dr. Ewing is administered Class B amnestic treatment and released.)
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[END LOG]
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TEST 31: INTERIOR SEARCH OF SURROUNDING WALLS
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Foundation maintenance staff conduct search of containment unit walls in accordance with pest-removal protocols.
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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TEST 32: SEARCH BY HEAVILY BAITED D-CLASS PERSONNEL
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Search of containment unit by D-72771, who is heavily pollinated, dressed in bright blue, purple, and yellow attire, and doused in sugar water and pheromones of three different bee species. D-72771 searches interior of containment cell.
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No evidence of bees recovered.
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Found interesting research into bees liking certain types of music. Tests will resume when D-72771 learns to play the flute.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5765 is to be kept empty for testing purposes.
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Description: SCP-5765 is a standard Foundation containment unit, previously designated ████-A. When individuals are told the contents of SCP-5765, they will invariably believe this information to be true. Notably, proximity to SCP-5765 seems to have no bearing on the anomalous effect; individuals who are aware of SCP-5765's physical existence are vulnerable to suggestion regarding its contents. While cognitoaffective, this effect lacks compulsive behavior or directly destructive psychological effects, and thus is not considered significantly cognitohazardous.
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The nature of SCP-5765 makes it difficult to directly study its effects (see Iteration 0, logged below). Research performed on SCP-5765 is to be conducted by individuals unaware of its cognitoaffective anomaly, and is to be directed by the Head Researcher, Dr. Johannes Ashby.
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SCP-5765 was previously used to contain SCP-████, which is currently undergoing reevaluation and classification. Due to the similarities in their effects, it is currently theorized that SCP-████ experienced "anomalous bleeding" into SCP-5765, resulting in its current anomalous state. Research is ongoing.
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Addendum 5765.3: Summaries of Previous Test Iterations
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Please contact the Head Researcher for full records of previous test iterations.
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Data is to be collected regarding how researchers proceed in testing and compiling information about SCP-5765. Approved research methodology prescribes informing researcher subjects that SCP-5765 contains some object of study and providing reasonable accommodations for locating those contents.
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Unreasonable accommodations may be approved on a case-by-case basis.
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Iteration: 0
+Subject: None
+Suggested contents: None
+Results: Shortly after SCP-████ was transferred to ████████ for reevaluation, the Head Researcher noticed members of the transportation team returning numerous times to the containment chamber and searching inside. When questioned, each member reported that they had returned to see if there was anything left to move, despite SCP-████ being a single solid piece which was transported without incident.
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After several weeks of continued visits to the empty containment chamber by research and logistics personnel, the former Head Researcher requested the chamber be tentatively classified as SCP-████-A and evaluated for anomalous properties.
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Iteration: 1
+Subject: Dr. Machado
+Suggested contents: One banana.
+Results: Dr. Machado conducted several physical examinations of SCP-5765 looking for the banana before redirecting his research into the potential merelogical explanations for the undetected molecules that may have once made up the banana.
+Notes:It's a shame Dr. Machado has absolutely no background whatsoever in metaphysics, or his research paper would have been significantly more readable.
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Iteration: 2
+Subject: Dr. Monaghan
+Suggested contents: One Maersk Triple E-class container ship.
+Results: Dr. Monaghan immediately deduced that SCP-5765 was too small to contain the suggested contents and expressed distress over the psychological dissonance that resulted. He presented a 532-page report dismissing the possibility that the suggested contents could fit inside of SCP-5765, which he followed up with a 254-page thesis proposing alternative mathematical schemas for calculating physical dimensions.
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Iteration: 3
+Subject: Dr. O'Kane
+Suggested contents: A standard mixture of breathable air.
+Results: Dr. O'Kane appeared confused and suspicious of her research direction and conducted several remote tests on the air quality within SCP-5765 before utilizing D-72771 to confirm. Her conclusion was that SCP-5765 contains breathable air and expressed annoyance toward the Head Researcher.
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Iteration: 4
+Subject: Dr. Horsfall
+Suggested contents: Enlightenment.
+Results: Dr. Horsfall's research methodology was erratic, ranging from taking numerous measurements of the room and its qualities, philosophical and religious interpretations of the room, meditation exercises within SCP-5765, and literary analysis of poetry and free-association written while inside. Dr. Horsfall required Class C amnestic treatment to successfully disengage her interest in locating suggested contents.
+Notes:We can consider this confirmation that SCP-5765's effects are almost certainly related to its previous exposure to SCP-████.
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Iteration: 5
+Subject: Dr. Salinas
+Suggested contents: A sense of safety.
+Results: Dr. Salinas conducted numerous studies and, unable to definitively locate a sense of safety in the room, showed signs of paranoia and phobia regarding the contents of SCP-5765.
+Notes:Our researcher is now terrified of his research subject and little data could be acquired. This is unhelpful.
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Iteration: 6
+Subject: Dr. Trask
+Suggested contents: A sense of safety.
+Results: Dr. Trask conducted few remote examinations of SCP-5765 before entering it personally. She quickly responded that the room did indeed carry an "intense" feeling of safety. Dr. Trask then showed signs of paranoia and phobia regarding the world outside of SCP-5765 and refused to leave for 38 hours, when dehydration allowed her to be extracted by the Head Researcher.
+Notes:While it is useful to know that different subjects seem to produce different results when tested under largely identical circumstances, I'm convinced that SCP-5765 is likely one of those problems that is only a problem because we're messing with it.
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Iteration: 7
+Subject: Dr. Madison
+Suggested contents: A barely-audible mechanical whining sound.
+Results: Dr. Madison personally confirmed the presence of the sound within SCP-5765, but was unable to measure it using standard audiometric equipment. Initial conclusion that SCP-5765 causes selective vibrations within living matter that makes the sound impossible to detect outside of the human body.
+Notes:This is an interesting conclusion, even though it's wrong. Perhaps SCP-5765 could be a viable means of incentivizing "out of the box" thinking in other research avenues. Recommending future studies in this direction.
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Iteration: 8
+Subject: Dr. Edmunson
+Suggested contents: Bees.
+Results: Dr. Edmunson has conducted numerous tests attempting to confirm the presence of bees in SCP-5765. This research has progressed at an increasing pace, and is currently in its second consecutive year of testing, with Dr. Edmunson showing no signs of dissonant distress.
+Notes:While I recognize that Edmunson was likely transferred to me due to that whole fiasco with his previous project, he's provided a remarkable wealth of information regarding the limits of SCP-5765's cognitoaffective capabilities. It appears that suggesting the presence of small, threatening biological organisms is enough to keep him committed to finding them, but also comfortable with not finding direct evidence for them. Let's keep him working on this and see where it goes.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5873 is to be folded and stored within a standard safety locker in the Anomalous Items wing of Site-44. As SCP-5873's anomalous properties seem to demanifest when folded, it is advised to only unfold it for the purpose of testing sessions.
As of Incident 5873-1A, SCP-5873's Object Class has been upgraded to Euclid and it is to be placed in a High Impact Resistant Locker (H.I.R.L). Under no circumstances are any more testing sessions to be performed without authorization by the O5 Council. Immediately contact the nearest supervisor should you spontaneously develop any feelings of desire or obsession towards SCP-5873.
Shortly after Incident 5873-2A, SCP-5873 escaped Foundation custody and its current location is completely unknown. All forms of media have been delegated to MTF Delta-6 "Watchdogs" to observe for any signs of its appearance. Should it be located, they are to be dispatched immediately to intercept and capture. Object Class has been upgraded to Keter.
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Description: SCP-5873 is the designation given to a pair of autonomous jeans that produce motion through anomalous means. A tag on the backside of the jeans reads,
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+The fashion company in question, Valizia, is not mentioned in any Foundation records and no other goods from the "Autonomous Collection" have been found to date. An inquiry into the identity of this group is currently ongoing and a proposal to broach MC&D contacts on the subject has been put forth by the project lead, Dr. Henriks.
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Recovery: SCP-5873 was discovered wandering Sutter Avenue in Brooklyn, New York on 02/06/2020. All individuals that witnessed SCP-5873 were administered Class-C Amnestics and a cover story relating to college students in the robotics program performing a prank was disseminated into the media. SCP-5873 did not offer any resistance when brought into Foundation custody.
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Update 5873.1: After Incident 5873-1A, it became apparent that SCP-5873 possesses inordinate amounts of strength, durability, and speed upon being worn by an individual. SCP-5873 will immediately take off in a random direction after being donned and is capable of smashing through reinforced walls and other obstacles in its way. While SCP-5873 was recovered, various Site-44 personnel involved with the anomaly began displaying mounting obsession with SCP-5873 that was only resolved through termination. An ongoing study into this phenomenon is being conducted by Dr. Charles, the successor to Dr. Henriks, by immediate order of the O5 Council.
PERSONNEL INVOLVED: D-12170, Dr. Henriks, Assistant Researcher Woods, and Assistant Researcher Adams.
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STATUS: Concluded
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TIME: 1:30 PM (local time) February 9th, 2020.
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DISRUPTION CLASS: Dark
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INCIDENT SUMMARY: SCP-5873 was removed from its storage for a testing session conducted by Dr. Henriks and his research assistants, Adams and Woods. When unfolded and placed onto the floor of the testing room, SCP-5873 became animated and proceeded to pace around the room, occasionally bumping into objects or personnel. D-12170 was instructed to put on SCP-5873 and detail any effects he might feel.
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Approximately twenty seconds after being put on, SCP-5873 proceeded to launch itself through the nearest reinforced wall with complete disregard for the safety of its occupant. Assistant Researcher Adams was immediately killed by a piece of shrapnel, with both Dr. Henriks and Assistant Researcher Woods injured by pieces of flying debris. SCP-5873 then ran through over five more containment cell walls, resulting in a containment breach that lasted over five hours. Foundation personnel later recovered SCP-5873 in a section of woods outside the facility, no remains of D12170's corpse held within.
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NOTE: I am putting forth a request to be placed into quarantine. Since the breach, I've begun to notice a involuntary attraction towards SCP-5873 within myself that cannot be ignored. I hypothesize this to be a cognitohazardous effect produced by SCP-5873 in order for it to gain a new wearer. I believe that this ability had not yet manifested when it first came into our possession as it had not yet been worn. In any case, I have also recommended Dr. Charles to be my successor in the study of this anomaly, as he is an expert on items with such anomalous effects.
PERSONNEL INVOLVED: Dr. Henriks, Assistant Researcher Woods, and Dr. Charles.
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STATUS: Ongoing
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TIME: 6:30 AM (local time) February 14th, 2020.
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DISRUPTION CLASS: Ekhi
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INCIDENT SUMMARY: Without proper authorization or clearance, Assistant Researcher Woods secretly released Dr. Henriks from his confinement. They both proceeded to bludgeon Dr. Charles into unconsciousness in his office before stealing his key-card, gaining access to SCP-5873. Video footage shows them arguing, presumably over who would get to wear SCP-5873 first. It is at this time that Foundation personnel proceeded to open fire on the pair, killing Assistant Researcher Woods and wounding Dr. Henriks.
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However, Dr. Henriks was able to put on SCP-5873 before Foundation personnel could apprehend him. Its anomalous effects activated and SCP-5873 escaped after breaking through the front entrance. Foundation personnel lost sight of the anomaly within the wilderness of Northern Quebec and it is believed to still be running. Both Dr. Henriks' corpse and SCP-5873's whereabouts are unknown.
Content note: This article contains gore, body horror and implied references to alcohol and depression. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5891 has been purchased by the Foundation. It is to remain empty, under the cover story of structural damage. The windows have been covered with newspaper from the inside. Trespassers must be amnesticised.
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Description: SCP-5891 is a two-storey terraced house, numbered 28 on █████████ Street in Wrexham, Wales. It had been abandoned for an unknown period of time before its discovery.
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SCP-5891 is the focal point of a recursive effect, wherein numerous copies of the interior can be accessed via holes knocked haphazardly through the walls.1 These holes appear in different places depending on the iteration of SCP-5891; for instance, the access point from the main instance to the second is in the bathroom. Furthermore, they can only be entered in one direction; any person entering the other way will find themselves in the same iteration. However, going back through one will return a person to the previous iteration.
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Exit from a secondary instance of SCP-5891 is impossible; the front door cannot be opened, and neither the walls nor windows can be breached. Nothing that requires access outside the house (for example, water or electronics) functions. Early instances of SCP-5891 are identical; later iterations show some discrepancies.2
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SCP-5891 was being rented by ████ ███████ at time of discovery. The anomaly was discovered when Rhiannon Edwards, a paramedic stationed at Wrexham Maelor Hospital, complained about ███████'s continued absence. He had no known anomalous contacts, and a spotless record at the hospital save for an incident fifteen months prior to his disappearance. Details of said incident on the hospital computer network had been corrupted, and staff were unable to provide any useful information. No trace of ███████ has yet been found.
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Addendum 2: Layout of SCP-5891:
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Ground floor: hall, living room (two rooms knocked through), kitchen
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First floor: landing, master bedroom, spare bedroom, bathroom
Personnel participating: D-94771 (field), Dr. McDonald (base)
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<BEGIN LOG>
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D-94771: Alright, can you hear me?
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McDonald: Receiving you loud and clear.
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D-94771: Sound. So, I just go in the house?
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McDonald: That's right. Just have a look around and report anything anomalous back to me.
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D-94771: Will do.
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D-94771 enters SCP-5891 and begins investigation of the ground floor. Other than the dust naturally occurring from a lack of maintenance, nothing anomalous is immediately obvious.
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D-94771 enters the living room, which is cluttered and disordered. Leftovers on the coffee table are stale, but not mouldy. Next to them is a book, turned over to hold it open. D-94771 picks it up and begins flipping through it.
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D-94771: Can I just thank you now for sending me to the spooky haunted house in the daytime? Tones down the horror a bit, at least.
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McDonald: Well, there wouldn't be much point in sending someone to explore if they can't properly see what they're exploring.
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D-94771: Tell that to the dickhead who had me traipsing round a castle at one in the morning waiting to get grabbed by a mirror monster.
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D-94771 makes to put the book down.
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McDonald: Actually, hold on there a minute, Olivia.
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D-94771:[laughs] Haven't fucked up already, have I?
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McDonald: Do you remember what page that book was held open at?
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D-94771: Uh, no. Sorry, was that important?
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McDonald: Probably not. Okay, er, let's try this; close the book and reopen it to whatever page feels natural.
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D-94771: What, like, emotionally?
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McDonald: No, physically. If the book's been held open on that page for a while, it'll be more likely to reopen there. Read me the first line, too.
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D-94771: Sure, makes sense, I guess. What's the story, Balamory? [sound of flipping pages] That's… one hundred and nine. It starts mid-sentence.
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McDonald: That's fine, just from the top of the page.
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D-94771:[clears throat] "intended as a tool to aid towards self-actualisation. He saw this as the aim for all humans, and believed that the hierarchy-"
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McDonald: Okay, that's enough. Could you move through to the kitchen now, please?
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D-94771 discards the book and moves through to the kitchen, which is also disordered. Several disposable plates can be seen in the bin, and unwashed dishes are soaking in discoloured water in the sink.
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D-94771: Jesus, what a mess. Not gonna make me go fishing through that, are you?
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McDonald: We've imaged it beforehand, so not right now.
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D-94771: Thank fuck for that. Some mercy. When you say "imaged…"
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McDonald: We've sent drones in here before to investigate. And to answer your next question, drones are clumsier than humans, and more cumbersome. Besides, sometimes anomalies react differently to living things than machines.
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D-94771 makes a noise of affirmation, before returning to the hall and climbing the stairs. She enters the master bedroom, which is in a similar state to the rest of SCP-5891. A large hole is present in the wall, through which the bathroom can be seen. The bed is made; a shape is visible underneath the duvet. D-94771 stops immediately upon seeing it.
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D-94771:[whispering] Is, uh- is that-
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McDonald: Please remove the covers now.
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D-94771:[whispering] Are you fucking joking? No fucking way.
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McDonald: For what it's worth, we don't think there's anything dangerous under there.
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D-94771:[whispering] Bullshit! You want someone to get eaten, do it your fucking self, I'm not-
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McDonald: Look, I understand you're scared, Olivia, and I wish I could tell you that you're a hundred percent safe, but I can't. That being said, I'm telling you, we- I am as confident as I can be that that's not going to hurt you. I promise, this is not a death sentence.
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D-94771: Okay.
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McDonald: But I still need you to look.
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D-94771:[hesitates] Fuck this, and fuck you.
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She trudges across the room and grasps the edge of the covers in her fingertips. She takes a deep breath, and quickly pulls the covers off the bed. Nothing is present underneath. An indentation in the mattress, as though someone has recently been there, is observable, roughly corresponding to the shape in the covered bed.
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D-94771: Huh.
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McDonald: For the record, if this was a death sentence, it wouldn't be me overseeing it. I don't really have the stomach for sending people into the mincer.
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D-94771: Oh, yeah, I forgot how hard this must all be on you.
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McDonald:[laughs] Fair enough. Could you touch the space where the shape was, please?
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D-94771:[obliges] Huh, it's… weird. Like the air's… harder? Dunno, feels like there's resistance though. Like putting your hands in water while wearing gloves, or something. [she places her hand on the indentation] Bed's cold, though.
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McDonald: Thank you. Can we move to the bathroom, now?
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D-94771: Can I go through- not through the hole, right.
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D-94771 exits the bedroom via the door and enters the bathroom.
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McDonald: Okay, before you enter, I'd like you to mark a cross on the wall opposite the hole.
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D-94771 obliges, then enters the bedroom of the second iteration of SCP-5891. It is identical to that of the first iteration, before her entry. She looks back through the hole, observing the cross she marked in the first iteration.
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D-94771 walks to the bed and stands over it. The shape is visible.
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D-94771: Suppose you'll be wanting the same again.
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McDonald: If you would.
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D-94771 sighs, and quickly removes the covers.
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D-94771: Same as before. [she touches the indentation] Weird feeling and all.
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McDonald: Alright. Go to the bathroom again, please? Through the doors.
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D-94771 obliges. The cross is not visible on the bathroom wall.
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D-94771: Trippy.
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McDonald: If you could look through the rest of the house, now? Report any differences you notice.
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D-94771: Aye, captain.
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D-94771 searches the second iteration of SCP-5891. No observable variations between it and the first are noted. She stops in the living room.
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McDonald: The book's still on the coffee table? What page is it on?
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D-94771 recovers it.
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D-94771: One-oh-nine. Is that right?
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McDonald: Should be. Does the page start "intended as a tool to aid towards self-actualisation?"
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D-94771: Yeah. That good or bad?
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McDonald: Neither, as far as I know. Can you leave the house? Are the windows and doors useable?
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D-94771 climbs onto the couch and attempts to open the window, without success. Front door yields same results.
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D-94771: I could try and smash the window, if you want. Because I want to.
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McDonald: You can try, but don't hurt yourself doing it.
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D-94771 laughs, and unsuccessfully attempts to breach SCP-5891 using a chair.
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D-94771: Fuck, okay, maybe that wasn't my best move.
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McDonald: Anything unusual outside the window? What do you see?
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D-94771: I see… oh my God.
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McDonald: Olivia?
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D-94771: There's a crowd of people. None of them have a face… but they're all staring at me!
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McDonald: What? Are they attacking? How can-
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D-94771:[laughs] Nah, just fucking with you, it's just the street. Nothing weird.
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McDonald: Alright. You can consider this an official reprimand.
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D-94771: You're no fun. [pause] Actually, there is something.
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McDonald: Don't try my patience.
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D-94771: No, seriously, your van full of goons isn't there. Can't tell if there's any other differences, but it's definitely still parked outside, right?
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McDonald: Right. Alright, noted, thank you. The next hole should be in the kitchen cupboard.
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D-94771 enters the kitchen, marks a cross on the wall opposite to the cupboard, before opening it and crawling through the hole within. She enters the third iteration of SCP-5891. No difference is observable between it and the second.
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D-94771: So, uh, you expecting something to happen here? 'Cause I never thought I'd get bored exploring a mysterious haunted house, but I guess that's the world we live in.
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McDonald: Ideally, we'll keep going until it stops recurring. If it doesn't stop, we'll call you back when the number gets to a certain point. You've been given food for a reason.
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D-94771:[muttering] "We'll keep going," is it? [normal tone] Fine, whatever. Where's the next hole again?
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McDonald: Cupboard under the stairs. This is the last recursion that's been mapped out, though, so you'll be guiding us from now on.
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D-94771: Look forward to it.
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D-94771 looks out of the kitchen window, and pauses.
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D-94771: So, uh, it's probably worth mentioning that there's a bird in the garden that's not moving. Like, in mid-air. That's, that's not normal, right?
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McDonald: I suppose that's why there's no van outside.
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D-94771 agrees. She enters the fourth recursion of SCP-5891, and begins exploring the ground floor. No difference is observable.
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D-94771: Welcome to Luigi's Mansion, all! To your left, you'll see an unopenable door, one of a kind, we guarantee! To your - well, ahead now, prepare yourselves for the majesty of a pigsty of a living room! Yes, postcards will be available from the giftshop as we leave.
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McDonald: Are you always this… chirpy?
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D-94771 returns to the hall, and goes to climb the stairs.
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D-94771: Would you rather I was curled up crying in the corner? No, don't answer that, you probably would, wouldn't -
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The stairs give out underneath D-94771. She cries out as she falls.
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McDonald: What's happening? Olivia? Are you alright?
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D-94771:[groans] Fucking hell.
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McDonald: Where are you? Are you hurt?
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D-94771: I, uh- [she opens a door next to her back under the stairs. Guess we found that next hole. Jesus, that hurt. Think I'm good.
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McDonald: If you're alright, get to looking around. We do have a team on standby if we need to get you out.
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D-94771: You do? Didn't think you cared. I thought I was the expendable meat? Would you really send the SAS in after me if something happened?
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McDonald: Honestly? Depends what happened.
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D-94771: …guess I can't argue with that. You wouldn't let the world end or whatever just to save me, would you? There's nothing here, by the way. That book's on the same page every time.
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McDonald: Interesting. Alright, upstairs, then. Careful around the hole.
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D-94771: Yeah, fool me once. [she begins her ascent] You're proper interested in that book, aren't you?
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McDonald: Could be important. Maybe not in of itself, but-
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D-94771: No, hang on, I know this; you're assuming the first house is the original, and the rest are copies. The book's on the same page, so it was left there before whatever mystic shite happened here happened here.
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McDonald: Something like that.
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D-94771: You sure you've got things the right way round?
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McDonald: What?
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D-94771: Maybe the original's at the centre, and everything else is a copy.
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D-94771 enters the bedroom, and goes to the bed.
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McDonald: It's possible, I suppose. Any theories on why?
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D-94771:[shrugs] You're the doctor. [she removes the bed covers] What the fuck!
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In the bed is a mass of indistinguishable, amorphous fatty tissue. It is pale, roughly human-sized, and fills exactly the indentation seen in prior iterations of the bed. The tissue quivers faintly in place. Liquid fat drips off the edges, soaking into the mattress.
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D-94771: Oh, no, no, no no no. You let me the fuck out of here, and you let me out now.
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McDonald:[aside] Look, surely we can - Okay, thanks. [to D-94771] Alright, you can come back. Just - wait!
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D-94771 had quickly gone to leave the room; she hesitates at Dr. McDonald's instruction.
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McDonald: Can you get a sample of the tissue? Like, a scraping?
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D-94771: You want me to touch that thing? Fuck you!
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McDonald:[aside] Alright, come on, does she have to? [pause] This is - oh, for - [to D-94771] Look, they won't let you back unless you do it.
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D-94771: But… what if it wakes up?
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McDonald: Do you think it's sentient? Um, aware of you?
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D-94771: I don't wanna know.
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McDonald: If you could just catch some of the drippings in the container -
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D-94771: What're you gonna do if I don't, shoot me?
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McDonald: They might.
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D-94771 paces up and down the room, giving the bed a wide berth. After several seconds she groans, tugging at her hair.
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D-94771: Fine. Fine, I'm doing it. Fucking hell. [she leans over the mass, and retches] Oh, God, it stinks. [she tentatively scrapes a sample of liquid fat into a vial, and quickly retreats. Mass remains unresponsive.]
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McDonald: Can you describe it?
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D-94771: Uh, sweaty. Bad, like sour milk. Stale beer, bit like off meat, too - fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick. Can I come back now, please?
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McDonald: Yes, please do.
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<END LOG>
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Closing statement: D-94771 returned to SCP-5891 without incident. DNA testing of the sample she recovered indicated human, but was too heavily decayed for any further analysis.
Personnel participating: D-94771 (field), Dr. McDonald (base)
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<BEGIN LOG>
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McDonald: We're on.
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D-94771: Dr. McDonald! Nice to hear your voice again. Well, it would be under other circumstances.
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McDonald: Hello, Olivia. If we could get going?
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D-94771: Alright.
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D-94771 enters SCP-5891, which appears the same as in the last exploration log
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McDonald: Do you remember where the entrances are?
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D-94771: That what we're calling them now? Yeah, think I can manage.
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D-94771 traverses the first three iterations without incident, and explores the fourth.
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McDonald: Careful on the stairs, here -
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D-94771: Yeah, I remember. Still bruised.
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She avoids the hole, and investigates the first floor. It is identical to the three prior iterations. She returns to the stairs, and enters the next iteration.
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D-94771: Is, uh, Mr. Blobby still here?
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McDonald: We have to assume so. But we also have no reason to think it's hostile.
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D-94771: Mm.
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After investigating the ground floor at a slow pace, she makes her way upstairs, taking the bathroom, then the spare room.
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D-94771: Next hole's in the floor, here. [she gestures] Guess I'll need to stand on a chair or something to come back.
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McDonald: Understood. The bedroom, now, if you -
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D-94771: Yes, alright, I - [sighs] Give me a minute.
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After some hesitation, she enters the bedroom. The mass is still present, and does not seem to have moved.
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D-94771: Yup, still here. Still gross. Still smells like Anfield on a Saturday. I don't have to touch it again, do I?
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McDonald: No. You can move on, now.
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D-94771: That's a shame, I was gonna have a tea party with it.
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D-94771 enters the next iteration of SCP-5891, and goes first to the bedroom, removing the bed covers. An identical mass is present, and she retreats quickly.
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D-94771: Oh, great. What actually is that, by the way? Did you figure it out?
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McDonald: We, uh, don't know. Harmless, as far as we know, but we're not sure exactly what it is.
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D-94771: You know, you could have just lied to me, really wouldn't have minded.
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D-94771 explores several further iterations of SCP-5891 without much communication, and the unidentified mass is still present in the recursions. She stops to rest periodically in the living room. Eventually, she enters the thirty-second iteration at the living room and pauses.
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D-94771: Guess that book mattered after all.
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McDonald: Hmm?
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D-94771:[gestures towards coffee table] Can you see it on your end? I can't.
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D-94771 was asked to wait in the room, while Dr. McDonald and Junior Researcher Samuels undertook a more thorough examination of footage already acquired. Upon closer inspection, since the tenth iteration, an increasing number of items in the house were not present in further instances. No connection is apparent between said objects. This information is relayed to D-94771, and she is instructed to keep closer notice on future iterations.
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D-94771 continues onward, providing details of further missing objects but with little communication otherwise.
McDonald: I'm just making sure this isn't getting to you. If it is, it could be an anomalous -
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D-94771: Be fair, Doctor. What am I supposed to say? "Oh, yes, Doc, it's still a shithole, oh yes, Doc, there's the great blob of fucked-upitude, oh yes, Doc, more of the same," it's just the fucking same thing, over and over and over.
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Arriving at the bedroom, D-94771 removes the quilt, carelessly throwing it to the floor.
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D-94771: Although… am I imagining things, or is that smaller than before?
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Junior Researcher Samuels reviews previous footage, with inconclusive results.
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D-94771: Alright, let's try this…
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She returns to the kitchen, searching all the drawers until she comes across a tape measure. She then returns to the bedroom and measures the length and width of the mass.
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D-94771: I'll check it again in a few gos.
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Eight iterations later, D-94771 measures the mass again.
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D-94771: Sure enough. Only a couple of inches, but it's smaller.
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D-94771 proceeds through a further twenty-four iterations. Across these instances, the house becomes noticeably less cluttered, and the mass visibly smaller than the indentation in the bed around it.
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At the next iteration, she removes the quilt from the mass.
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D-94771: Huh. That's… different.
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The fat coating the mass is thinning; patches of scabs and scar tissue underneath it become evident. Some of the scabs are peeling away, and blood congeals through the cracks exposed in the tissue.
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McDonald: Could you get a sample of that blood, please?
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D-94771 makes a noise of affirmation and obliges.
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McDonald: That was relatively painless.
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D-94771: Well, it's just a big lump of goo. Not worth getting worked up over.
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McDonald: You've changed your tune.
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D-94771: Yeah, well, you see it a million times, it's hard to get particularly worked up over it. When can I come back?
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McDonald: The stuff in the house is thinning out now. Maybe by the time it's all gone, you'll have reached the last iteration. If not, once that happens, we'll discuss our options.
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D-94771: Fine.
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D-94771 traverses a further thirty one iterations of SCP-5891. During this time, the house is almost bare of items, barring furniture and the mass in the bed, which has reduced to nearly half the size. Very little of the fat remains; it is entirely scabbed over.
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In the next iteration, the house is empty of items. In her exploration, D-94771 is unable to locate another hole.
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D-94771: Finally. Think we're done. I want a long nap after this.
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McDonald: See what I can do. I suppose there's just the bedroom to go, then.
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She enters the bedroom. The bed is made. No shape is visible underneath.
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D-94771: Huh. Here goes nothing.
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D-94771 removes the covers. The bed is empty.
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D-94771: Nothing. At all. [sighs] What a fucking waste.
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<END LOG>
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Closing statement: D-94771 returned without incident. Blood sample was too corrupted for conclusive analysis.
Foreword: Attempt to garner further information regarding ████ ███████, and to determine if Edwards had any prior knowledge of SCP-5891. Interview was conducted under the guise of a police investigation.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Farnsworth: And we're recording. Ms. Edwards, are you comfortable?
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Edwards: Fine, thank you.
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Farnsworth: Good. Let's start, then; you were the one to report Mr. ███████'s disappearance, isn't that right? What was the nature of your relationship?
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Edwards: Uh, yes, that's right. I think "relationship" is a strong way to put it, we worked together. Both manned the same ambulance.
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Farnsworth: Do you know where he is?
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Edwards: No. I'd have told you if I did. I'd have reported him if I did.
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Farnsworth: What can you tell me about him?
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Edwards: Uh… [glances at camera] Sorry, I'm not quite sure…
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Farnsworth: Just say what you're thinking. Don't feel like you need to censor yourself or anything, whatever you can give us is helpful.
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Edwards: …look, I don't know what's happened to him, no-one'll tell me if he's dead, or, in prison, or whatever. I know what they say about speaking ill of the dead, but… he was a wanker.
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Farnsworth: So, you didn't get on, then.
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Edwards: No-one got on with him. He'd been there for a year or two before I started working with him, and I don't even know if he'd ever spoken to any of them. He was just…
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Farnsworth: Go on?
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Edwards: Sometimes you meet someone, and there's nothing wrong with them, exactly. They're not rude, or dodgy, or angry, or anything.
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Farnsworth: I'm not sure I follow.
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Edwards: Well, that was it. He just wasn't anything. Lights were on, no-one at home. You'd speak to him, and he'd talk back, and he seemed nice, and all, but it just never felt like there was anyone really there. Freaked me the fuck out - sorry, am I allowed to say that?
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Farnsworth: You can say whatever you want. Alright, when was the last time you saw him?
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Edwards: Fortnight before I reported him. We work night shifts, we barely spoke to each other that night. Alan and Walt had to fill in for him before I got sick of it and complained.
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Farnsworth: I see. I assume you didn't speak because of your feelings towards one another?
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Edwards: We didn't speak because of the shift before that. We got a call to Windsor Street, some animals had stabbed a kid there. Disgrace, I'm telling you. Just dumped him on the pavement, he was only seventeen, poor lad. Anyway, we got him on board, ████ bagged him and I - I held it - he was -
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Farnsworth: If you're upset, we can take-
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Edwards: I'm not upset. [takes deep breath] I held it in place, I looked up, and ████ - he'd gone up front to ask Jen how far out we were. And I yelled, I screamed at him to get his arse into gear and do his fucking job, and he - he just -
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[brief pause. Edwards breathes quietly.]
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Edwards: He sat down, started squeezing. He looked at me and said sorry.
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Farnsworth: I understand. He made a mistake -
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Edwards: No, I'm sorry, we all make mistakes. It's- it's bloody stressful, and you go on automatic sometimes, and you miss things, you can't help it. You've just got to move on.
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Edwards: But he was just a kid. He could have died - he nearly did die. And when ████ said sorry, when he looked at me, he just looked blank. No expression. And he sounded so flat when he - like he'd used the last of the milk at the coffee machine or something. You'd think he of all people would get het up over it, but… [sighs] I… it got me wondering, why did he do it?
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Farnsworth: Do what?
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Edwards: The job. Why would you do something like that if you didn't care?
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<END LOG>
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Closing statement: After further questioning, Ms. Edwards was deemed to have no knowledge of SCP-5891, or ████ ███████'s whereabouts. She was released shortly afterwards. Mr. ███████ has still not been located.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5969 is to be contained in a climate-controlled, blast-resistant containment cell at Site-27. Relative humidity inside the cell is to be maintained between 30-40%, and MUST NOT rise above 50% for any extended period of time. Any personnel entering SCP-5969's containment cell are required to wear a Foundation-issue Level 3 Bomb Protection Suit.
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As of Incident I-5969-A, all testing of SCP-5969 has been suspended. See Addendum for details.
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Description: SCP-5969 is a collection of 20 19 Mk 2 hand grenades1 (designated SCP-5969-1 through -19) stored inside a standard World War II-era wooden storage crate. Markings on the crate and each instance of SCP-5969 are consistent with other grenades manufactured during this time.
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SCP-5969's anomalous effect manifests when the object is exposed to any amount of liquid water, or has been sufficiently exposed to humid air. Once exposed, SCP-5969 will immediately detonate, regardless of if the pin and spoon have been removed prior. The explosion created is equivalent to other standard Mk 2 grenades, however, instead of propelling metal fragmentation, SCP-5969 expels a number2 of seeds that, on contact with a solid surface, instantaneously sprout into a variety of small, flowering plants. Only four plant species have been observed: Aubriet deltoidea, Dianthus caryophyllus, Anemone nemorosa, and Achillea millefolium3. Testing has confirmed that the plants produced in this matter are not anomalous.
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NOTE: Following Incident I-5969-A, the description of SCP-5969 has been amended.
The flowers produced by SCP-5969 (designated SCP-5969-B) display no anomalous properties when sprouting on an inanimate surface. Conversely, if contact is made with the skin of a living individual, SCP-5969-B instances will begin to draw blood from the individual into themselves at a rate of 15 mL/s. SCP-5969-B instances will expand to contain any blood they absorb, and will continue to draw blood until the individual expires via exsanguination, at which point the anomalous properties will cease. Multiple instances of SCP-5969-B attached to a single individual will accelerate this process.
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Discovery: SCP-5969 was discovered on 05/12/1968 during a raid conducted by local law enforcement agents on one Andrew Werther's apartment in Tucson, Arizona, after a tip was called in regarding a potential bomb threat. Upon entering the apartment, Werther was observed dropping a glass of water onto an instance of SCP-5969 on his kitchen table, causing it to explode, killing him and injuring one police officer.
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A Foundation agent embedded in the Tucson Police Department accompanied the raid team, and was able to contain the scene until MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") could take over. The police raid team were administered amnestics, and Andrew Werther's death was reported as suicide by gunshot. Upon a search of the rest of Werther's apartment, the crate containing the remaining 24 instances of SCP-5969 was discovered.
Interviewed: Agent Argyle, Foundation Operative embedded within the Tucson Police Department
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Interviewer: Dr. Robert Trooper, Lead Researcher, Site-26
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Foreword: The following is an excerpt of a debriefing performed on 5/13/1968 following the containment of SCP-5969
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. Trooper: Tell me about Andrew Werther.
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Subject takes a long drag from a cigarette.
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Agent Argyle: The kid? Yeah, locals had been trailing him for weeks at that point. Joined up with a bunch of other students looking to do a protest at UA4. And not the usual hippie shit either. Something bigger.
Agent Argyle: Nah. A small splinter group, thought the SDS wasn't going far enough. They talked a big talk, but up until today, we had no idea what the fuck their plan was.
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Dr. Trooper: Do you know who might have called in the bomb threat?
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Agent Argyle: Not a goddamn clue. Even if we had wanted to run a trace, guy sure didn't talk long enough. Just said 'Andrew Werther has a bomb, he's gonna use it at the protest today', and hung up.
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Subject takes another drag from the cigarette, then leans in close to the microphone.
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Agent Argyle: And here's the fishy part. Kid was a fuckin' business major! From San Francisco! No fuckin' way he'd know how to make a bomb in less than a day. And it wasn't even a bomb, it was a box of goddamn frags! Kid's dad didn't even serve in World War Two! So where the fuck did he get his hands on a full crate of 'em?
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Subject leans back and takes another drag. Dr. Trooper clears his throat.
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Dr. Trooper: Let's skip ahead to when your police team entered Andrew's apartment.
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Subject lets out a short laugh.
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Agent Argyle: Oh man, you wanna talk about some hippie shit? Cause that was some next-level hippie shit. Locals bust his door in, kid jumps, dumps the fucking glass of water he's holding onto the goddamn frag he had lyin' on his kitchen table. Then boom! Flowers fuckin' everywhere. The floor, the walls, the fridge, the ceiling. Even the kid. I mean, he's blown to shit, but he's still got flowers all over him, too.
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Dr. Trooper: And what about the officer who was also reported injured?
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Agent Argyle: Oh, man, that's how I knew something weird had gone down. I was still out in the hall, couple guys down from the door. We hear the bang, see the guy in the doorway flinch. And we're thinking 'oh shit the kid just offed himself, didn't he?'. Then the guy backs up a bit, turns to us, pale as a damn ghost, and he's got a fucking flower in his fucking vest. We just heard something explode in this apartment, and he's got a flower in his fucking vest. Ah, man, I just about lost it then and there.
Foreword: Incident I-5969-A occurred just prior to test 5969-D, after initial testing was delayed due to inclement weather. Relative humidity readings were approximately 82% at the time of the incident. This log is a transcript of video footage recovered from the camera used to record the test procedure. Site-26 Lead Researcher Dr. Robert Trooper and Researcher Dr. J███ Prescott are present at the time of the incident.
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<Begin Log>
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[10:13:08]Dr. Prescott enters the testing area, holding a clipboard and an instance of SCP-5969. She walks to the center of the testing area and places the instance on a steel podium.
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Dr. Trooper: (Off-screen) Glad the rain stopped when it did. I was just about to suspend testing for the day.
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[10:13:40]Dr. Prescott is seen fanning herself with the clipboard.
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Dr. Prescott: I thought the rain was supposed to make it cooler, not make it even more unbearable out here.
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[10:13:43]Dr. Prescott steps towards the camera. She stops when she is handed a metal stand from off-screen.
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Dr. Trooper: This shouldn't take too long, thankfully. If you'll finish up in here, I'll get the recording set up.
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[10:13:47]Dr. Prescott nods and begins to walk back towards the podium. Dr. Trooper steps in front of the camera as she does, obscuring the frame. He can be heard making adjustments to something off-camera
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[10:14:01]Dr. Trooper steps away from the camera. Dr. Prescott is briefly visible walking toward the left of the frame before being obscured again by Dr. Trooper.
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[10:14:03]The SCP-5969 instance detonates spontaneously. Flowers are now spread around the testing area. Dr. Trooper visibly flinches. Dr. Prescott's legs are visible from behind Dr. Trooper, prone on the ground. Several flowers are embedded in her legs.
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[10:14:03-10:14:06]Silence.
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[10:14:07]The flowers embedded in Dr. Prescott begin to inflate. Dr. Prescott begins screaming.
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Dr. Trooper: Oh my god. J███!
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<END LOG>
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Closing Statement: Dr. J███ Prescott expired approximately two minutes after recording ceased. Cause of death was determined to be exsanguination. Dr. Trooper has been placed on administrative leave pending further investigation.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6139 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with a 250W ultraviolet ceiling lamp. A CCTV security system has been installed in the cell to monitor SCP-6139 daily for any changes in position.
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In the event of a breach, the current instance of SCP-6139-1 is to be identified, brought to the containment chamber, and rendered unconscious. The UV light will then be reactivated when SCP-6139's presence is confirmed.
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Description: SCP-6139 is a hairless, androgynous humanoid entity measuring 4 meters in height, with dark purple skin and an emaciated build. Small white skin discolorations are present across SCP-6139’s body. Instead of hands, SCP-6139 possesses long, blade-like protrusions on the ends of its forearms, composed of stainless steel.
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Under normal circumstances, SCP-6139 is impossible to visually perceive; while the exact mechanisms of this trait are unclear, ultraviolet light from an artificial source1 can both reveal and paralyze the entity. Due to this, SCP-6139’s regular behavior has been difficult to document.
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At any given time, SCP-6139 targets a specific human being, designated as SCP-6139-1. After a period of 30 to 31 days, SCP-6139 will enter a dormant state for three days, before the nearest individual is chosen as the new SCP-6139-1. This property also persists if SCP-6139-1 dies.
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When not paralyzed, SCP-6139 will attempt to locate SCP-6139-1 whenever the latter sleeps. This behavior will cease each time SCP-6139-1 awakens. If SCP-6139 is able to reach SCP-6139-1 during the former's active period, it will make small, shallow cuts in SCP-6139-1’s skin using its blades. This behavior lasts until SCP-6139-1 wakes.
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Based on Foundation analysis of the patterns SCP-6139 creates, it is assumed that the entity is attempting to create a full-body "tattoo" (designated as SCP-6139-2); however, SCP-6139-2 appears to be too large and intricate to be completed before a new SCP-6139-1 instance is chosen. Attempts to reconstruct SCP-6139-2 from its fragments are underway.See Addendum-6139-C.
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Addendum-6139-A: Discovery
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SCP-6139 was discovered on 09/12/2005, after MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was sent to investigate reports of “paranormal activity” in the rural town of █████ ██████, Pennsylvania. Epsilon-6 was unable to conclusively identify any anomalous phenomena, however.
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On their return trip, Operative Jack Flemmin began waking up at irregular points every night, with small scars appearing on the dorsal side of his left hand. These effects persisted over the next week.
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SCP-6139 was eventually revealed after Flemmin visited a tanning salon on his leave, and SCP-6139’s entire right side was paralyzed when the tanner was activated, causing it to trip. Noticing the entity’s partially illuminated form, Flemmin notified Area-179, and SCP-6139 was apprehended with minimal incident.
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During the first tests, a tracking band was attached to SCP-6139's arm while it was incapacitated, before the chamber's overhead UV light was turned off. Notably, the band was also rendered invisible by the entity's "camouflage". Using the tracker, a broad depiction of SCP-6139's movements could be determined, which mostly consisted of pacing, waiting at the door of the chamber, and standing still at the center of the room.
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Six hours into testing, the tracking band reappeared on the floor, its casing having been bisected. Simultaneously, the chamber door had a rectangular section carved out of its center, which was then pushed out into the main facility. SCP-6139 could not be located in the immediate area.
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Three hours after this event, Flemmin reported he had been woken up by a sharp pain on his bicep. A UV floodlight was subsequently activated in the security dormitory, and SCP-6139 was relocated and secured in its current containment chamber.
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Addendum-6139-B: Breach Report
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On 10/21/2005, SCP-6139 escaped containment after its cell was damaged in an unrelated attack. After SCP-6139 was discovered to be missing, Operative Flemmin was ordered to sleep in the containment chamber. However, there were no signs of SCP-6139 for 7 hours.
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As researchers had no knowledge of SCP-6139's radius of effect, recontainment was only achieved the next day, after Security Staff Jacob Shwarts reported a small pattern of cuts on his shin.
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SCP-6139's "shuffling" effect was subsequently determined after two months of testing, and integrated into the containment procedure. No further incidents have occurred as of yet.
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Addendum-6139-C: Reconstruction Of Pattern
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On 06/17/2013, Foundation researchers were able to fully reconstruct SCP-6139-2, using over sixty incomplete reference photos obtained from over seven years of testing. Examination of the tattoo style revealed several broad similarities to Indigenous Caribbean Tattoo, but no directly correlative imagery.
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SCP-6139-2 was then inscribed onto a styrofoam mannequin, to determine if it possessed any innate anomalous properties. 30 seconds after the pattern was completed, the mannequin appeared to abruptly vanish. However, attendant researchers were still able to touch it when moving their hands through the space it occupied.
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When Junior Researcher Cartier Clyde activated a miniature UV flashlight on his keyring, the illuminated portion of the mannequin was immediately revealed, showing that its surface had adopted a color and patterning similar to SCP-6139's, although with much larger white spots.
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Additionally, the mannequins' hands were discoverd to have fallen off, replaced by small implements identical in appearance to silver butterknives.
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Proposals to incorporate SCP-6139-2 into Foundation espionage operations are pending O5 review.
SCP-6206 is confined to a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17. Personnel working with SCP-6206 should remain outside of its direct line-of-sight unless wearing suitable protective equipment for a gorgon-like look-to-kill hazard.
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The information suppression and misinformation dissemination campaign surrounding SCP-6206 and its pre-containment activities has been designated Operation PINCH HITTER. Agent Jeremy Steele, of Mobile Task Force Lambda-30 ("Sports Casting Performers"), has been embedded into Major League Baseball as the Commissioner of Baseball to oversee the implementation of Operation PINCH HITTER.
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Item #: SCP-6206
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures
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SCP-6206 has been recruited as a Thaumiel-class Special Asset Agent and has been returned to its original universe to assist in the containment of SCP-2206. MTF Iota-18 ("Air Bud Jurisprudence") has been deployed to support and monitor SCP-6206. Iota-18 and SCP-6206 have been instructed to make regular status reports via encoded messages in SCP-2206 broadcasts.
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Known origin points for SCP-2206 broadcasts are to be continuously monitored for evidence of unauthorized inter-universal transit attempts. Any individuals attempting to enter our universe from the universe of SCP-2206, including SCP-6206, are to be immediately detained.
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Agent Jeremy Steele is to continue serving as the Commissioner of Baseball.
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Description
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SCP-6206, the Commissioner of Baseball in the universe of SCP-2206, seen here signalling for the execution of the losing team following the 2001 World Series.
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SCP-6206 is a humanoid entity originating from the universe of SCP-22061, where it served as the Commissioner of Baseball from 1998 to 2019. SCP-6206 possesses a non-petrifying gorgon-like look-to-kill effect2, but is superficially and biologically human in all other respects.
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Following the conclusion of the 2019 World Series3, SCP-6206 was ousted as Commissioner in a violent coup orchestrated by the Pittsburgh Rebels. SCP-6206 was put on trial by the Players Association, convicted of crimes against baseball, and banished to our universe.
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Upon arriving in our universe, SCP-6206 promptly proceeded to locate and execute the Commissioner of Baseball, Robert D. Manfred Jr., in an attempt to seize control of Major League Baseball. When apprehended by the Foundation, SCP-6206 was in the process of trying to secure the position of Commissioner by threatening the principal owners of the 30 MLB teams. In its threatening communications to MLB owners, and in post-containment interviews, SCP-6206 expressed the belief that our baseball was "boring" and in need of "drastic intervention", and presented a plan to revise the rules to be more similar to those of SCP-2206.4
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Operation PINCH HITTER was launched to conceal the involvement of SCP-6206 in the death of Commissioner Manfred, ultimately necessitating the insertion of an embedded Foundation agent to serve as a replacement Commissioner. Due to his previous experience with SCP-2206 and Major League Baseball, and his existing public profile from his role in SCP-2206 containment efforts, Agent Jeremy Steele of MTF Lambda-30 ("Sports Casting Performers") was selected for this assignment.
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Addendum — Incident STOLEN BASE
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On 2020-02-17, an inter-universal incursion was detected within Fenway Park in Boston, Massachusetts. When MTF Mu-8 ("Southern Hospitality") arrived to contain the incursion, they found the entire roster and coaching staff of the Boston Red Shirts, an SCP-2206 baseball team, engaged in a brawl with several members of the Boston Red Sox5. Mu-8 quickly contained the SCP-2206 team, who revealed that they had come to our universe in order to play our significantly less lethal version of baseball.
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This incursion was followed by another on 2020-02-20, wherein the New York Urbans were apprehended in an attempt to assassinate their counterparts on the New York Mets. A further incursion was discovered on 2020-02-26, when representatives of the Montreal Volcanoes approached Commissioner Steele with a proposal to join Major League Baseball as an expansion franchise.
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Interrogation of the captured baseball teams revealed that following the ouster of SCP-6206, the Players Association seized control of the league and cancelled the upcoming season. Instead, a series of exhibition games is being planned, which will feature different rosters of All-Stars playing under a progressively evolving set of rules. The Players Association believes that through this method, they can eventually play "the most perfect baseball game", although what they expect to accomplish by doing so is unknown. This plan, which is estimated to require several decades of continuous play under increasingly lethal conditions, has generated significant dissent, leading to the incursions into our universe.
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Addendum — Operation Seventh Inning
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Operational Plan
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CODEWORD CLEARANCES
+L3/6206; L2/2206; L2/SEVENTH INNING; L2/STOLEN BASE
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Codeword Designation
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Agent Jeremy Steele
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In light of the continued incursions of SCP-2206 baseball teams, the Overseer Council has authorized the reclassification of SCP-6206 as a Thaumiel asset.
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SCP-6206 is to be returned to its universe of origin, along with the Boston Red Shirts, New York Urbans, and Montreal Volcanoes. MTF Iota-18 ("Air Bud Jurisprudence") is to accompany SCP-6206 and render all necessary aid so that it may reclaim the position of Commissioner of Baseball. SCP-6206 has agreed to use its position to prevent further incursions into our universe from SCP-2206 teams. Once SCP-6206 is restored as Commissioner, MTF Iota-18 will remain in the universe of SCP-2206 to assist and monitor SCP-6206. Regular reports from Iota-18 and SCP-6206 are to be encoded in normal broadcasts of SCP-2206.
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As it is anticipated that one or more games of SCP-2206 baseball will be required during the course of this operation, MTF Iota-18 has received extensive training in baseball operations, and includes a number of former professional baseball players and several members of captured SCP-2206 teams. Despite this, options for restoring SCP-6206 as Commissioner that do not rely on success in sporting contests are considered preferable, and should be pursued if at all possible.
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Efforts to mitigate the effects of prior incursions, and to ensure that the 2020 Major League Baseball season is played without interference, are being handled by Agent Jeremy Steele as part of Operation PINCH HITTER.
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Addendum — Results of Operation Seventh Inning
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On 2020-04-01, an SCP-2206 broadcast was received which described the performance of an exhibition game, played between a combined team of American and National League All-Stars (the "Stars"), and a mystery team assembled by the deposed Commissioner (called the Select Commissioner's Players, or the "Skippers"). According to SCP-2206 commentators, a victory by the Skippers would result in the immediate reinstatement of the Commissioner, while a victory by the Stars would lead to the summary execution of the Commissioner and his team.
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As described in the broadcast, the events and results of the game are as follows:
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Skippers bat first. After striking out three batters, Stars' pitcher Gordon "Horse Bones" Howitzer6 is killed in an altercation with Skippers' shortstop #37. Skippers take the field, and immediately give up a single-run home run to Michael "Skip" Salmon8. #3 trips Salmon as he jogs to third base. The rest of the inning is scoreless.
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Stars' relief pitcher Francis "Lemon" Dravis9 starts the inning by beaning Skippers' catcher #7 with a fastball to the head; #7 is uninjured, except for a dent in his titanium skull. In the ensuing fight, multiple Stars and Skippers are injured, as well as five spectators. The inning is scoreless.
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Dravis strikes out the side, but is killed by a lightning strike. Unit 13710 drives in two runs for the Stars before the inning ends.
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Stars' relief pitcher Kevin "Fishlips" Rindorf11 gives up a run to Skippers' third baseman #11. The rest of the inning is scoreless. Several spectators are killed by a swarm of bees of unknown origin.
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Rindorf gives up another run, this time to Skippers' first baseman #0. The swarm of bees moves onto the field, although play continues without interruption. Stars' first baseman Philip "Filif" Jackson12 steals home on a wild pitch.
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Rindorf gives up another run, and is replaced by relief pitcher Margaret Thatcher13. The rest of the inning is scoreless.
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The commentary for this inning contained a cognitohazard, making it impossible to determine the events that occurred.
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After removing excess goats from the field, the Skippers fail to score against Stars' closer Edwin "Medium-sized Eddy" Thurgood14. The Stars regain the lead after a double by Salmon.
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#3 hits a grand slam to put the Skippers in the lead. During the middle of the inning, SCP-6206 kills every member of the Stars with his "death stare", forcing them to draft spectators to finish the game. After three consecutive strikeouts, the game ends in a Skippers' victory.
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Official portrait of POI-1776-43.
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Addendum — Containment Revision
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POI-1776-43, the counterpart of SCP-6206 from this universe, has been confirmed as being entirely non-anomalous, aside from latent paranormal activity associated with the office of President of the United States. However, as a precaution, contingency measures meant to prevent him from becoming Commissioner of Baseball are to remain in place at this time.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6214 is to be contained within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell with:
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Based on their long term good behaviour, SCP-6214 is granted one meal request a week and on special occasions.1
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Description: SCP-6214 is a woman characterised by transparent skin2, described as resembling ‘frosted glass.’ This abnormality primarily affects the skin; internal organs such as bones, the nervous system and the vascular system, are visible. A few organs show signs of ‘slight’ transparency in irregular patterns. Most noticeably bones towards the ends of SCP-6214's limbs, the liver and segments of the digestive tract. Bodily Hair remains unaffected to the naked eye, but through photographic images, bodily hair develops as a pinkish hue.3
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SCP-6214 was born Fatima Cel Tradat (10/11/1888), a former employee at the Foundation. The Object was employed within the Research and Development Division at Site-17 until exposed to anomalous elements. These elements were intended to reflect electromagnetic radiation to assist in securing energy-based anomalies. The exposure gradually rendered the Object’s skin transparent in a pattern consistent with vitiligo.
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The skin's transmutation began at the exposure site, the Object's left hand, and progressively spread. Later developments formed in new locations around the mouth, eyes and chest. Within three months, the subject’s skin was completely transmuted. Subsequently, the object was contained for study and analysis. Results from these biographical tests displayed that, despite the Object’s skin, they were otherwise physiologically unremarkable to that of a human.
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SCP-6214's perspective of the incident is recounted in their diary:4
I’ve long considered myself intelligent, and have had enough recommendations to prove it in ink. Rarely am I wrong, and thus today has unfortunately bruised my ego. The ‘Helm of Hermes’ was aiming for completion within this quarter, however, an unfortunate incident took place this afternoon.
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A new batch of [redacted] was refined, with additional reflective compounds, such as silver and aluminium. Its interior structure hinged on a half-decade of research, and disappointingly an error took place. To my calculations, it wasn’t my fault, but a misalignment of the photonic output by Dr. Susana. She sees herself as superior in intellect, but once I prove her hand in this error, she’ll be lucky to work at a desk! We at the Foundation seek to contain what goes against the laws of normalcy, to dissect and understand it so that it is removed! Ineptness in our field is unforgivable and worthy of impeachment.
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Regardless, the [redacted] began a translucency shift, far more seamlessly than ever before. It was wonderful to witness; seeing photons bend to mankind encompassed my every inhibition. Now, I was no longer a meagre mortal, for truly the Foundation had wrought something beautiful. Shortly after my mild apotheosis, there was a vivid flash of every colour, as expected. Quite often, just before a translucency shift fails and snaps back to its initial state, the object is illuminated with every colour on the visible spectrum. However, unlike previous experiments, there was something more, a vivid flash of a colour I failed to recognise. Upon the translucency shifts collapse, I awoke to find myself stirring from the floor.
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My left hand burned, and upon inspection, I felt sickness take me. My fingertips and knuckles bore signs of skin-deep translucency. Karson reported that collections of photons shone directly into me. Never had this happened, no doubt thanks to Susana. I was taken for a Medical Examination, however, there were no apparent signs of illness. I can scarcely see that as true, and to release me with a week's enforced leave so shortly after my experience angers me. There must be a clear cause for my hand’s transformation.
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On my return, I’ll find the root of it, use whatever D-Class within reach to do so if I must.
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Upon return from leave, the skin on SCP-6214's hand continued to shift into a translucent state. Within three weeks the majority of the skin around SCP-6214's hand had shifted into a transparent state. Director of Project ‘Helm of Hermes,’ Michael Pra’vi, relinquished SCP-6214 from their position on the project after talks with the Site Director. SCP-6214 was moved to the Archival Office and observed from afar for changes in their condition.
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SCP-6214’s perspective of the incident are recounted in their diary:
We aren’t combating the values of the Foundation, we serve to facilitate it’s logical goals, but I am no more abnormal than one with albinism. To be frank, it is disturbing to see the inner workings of my hand, but it’s nothing gloves can fix. Besides, if I humour the rumour's of some senior offices, it is nothing compared to them!
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Karson keeps me company, as always. Karson was always the heart between us, and it’s been put to good use on me. I found a lovely box of chocolates at my administrative desk. Some haggish woman was loitering near them when I left them unintended. I stored them away in my locker, for it seemed that my desk neighbour was unable to tell what was and wasn't theirs. Oh Susie, how I long for my old workspace.
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For now, I’ll be filing papers and all the dryness that comes with being a dusty archivist. This is a learning experience and one that will make a fine study once I regain my proper duties.
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P.S I am tempted to note the medical staff of a slightly transparent spot growing at my waist. I’d tell Karson to see his opinion on the matter, but our new schedule leaves us with little time together. I’ll find the time when it feels appropriate.
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SCP-6214 followed the protocols given to her. After a routine medical examination, SCP-6214 was eventually informed to move into Foundation Residential Communities within Site-5. SCP-6214 initially protested this direction, until convinced by their spouse Dr. Karson Dach.
So it begins; a new life within these suffocating, Foundation Residential Communities. Oh think of all the wonders to come! I always wanted to visit [REDACTED], and in a bleak sense, I have.
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I heard rumours the Foundation was looking to make their long-term communities more comfortable, and if this is what they’ve landed on, I am deeply concerned with their livelihood. There is no outside, just a vast car park with a coat of paint and a fluorescent sun. The food comes in packs! Little plastic packaging filled with flavoured paste. It's apparently ‘more nutritious’ than the flavours they mimic, but I’d rather a legitimate turkey than some tactless counterfeit.
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Karson still has his position, having risen to head of ‘Helm of Hermes,’ despite his impractical senses. How he managed to sweet-talk into such an envious person is beyond me, but at least it is one of us who managed to take command of my project. Karson tells me the project is running smoothly, despite my intervention, but I honestly struggle to fathom his incredulous words.
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At least he has a kind nature. My sweetheart is attempting to make something of our move, setting a fine dining table, considering our Foundation branded utensils and foodstuff. He has told me to go into our room, apparently planning some treats for this evening. Some gift basket he received during his promotion that he thinks I don't know about. Not that I’ll tell. It would be nice to have some wine to make our food paste palpable.
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The following entry is assumedly written shortly after the previous entry. The handwriting is notably careless compared to previous entries and the page is marked with violent pen markings which have torn segments of the page.
He stared at me! Just stared! It is as if I am a freak! I am fine and normal. Truly, it is they who are the freaks! Who dares to stare at an ailing person! I have been reduced to holding off washing, else I watch my insides squirm my ever revealing ribcage! Karson dares to stare at me when I can not dare to do so myself.
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He left our room when he considered himself in the right. My condition is to be ‘demanding on his eyes.’ If that is how he feels, then to hell with him.
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The state of SCP-6214’s condition was reported by Dr. Karson Dach. Site Director Moran Vandolin, after considering SCP-6214 medical reports, requested permission to register the Object for classification. Permission was granted after no evidence showed signs that SCP-6214 would return to a typical status.
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Interview Log 001:
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Interviewer: Dr. Karson Dach
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SCP-6214 has been in containment for approximately 24 hours (as of 12/6/1924) SCP-6214 is sitting within Debrief Room 11-2 unrestrained. There is one armed guard stationed behind the subject. Dr. Karson Dach requested to interview and debrief SCP-6214.
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Justification was given: "[SCP-6214] will feel more accustomed into containment with the aid of a person [the object] trusts, such as myself. I know that this is an unorthodox procedure, but it will make our future with [SCP-6214] efficient and clean."
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SCP-6214: Karson, I am glad to have you, debriefing me. Perhaps you can speak with the Director and…?
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[SCP-6214 rises to their feet]
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Dr.Dach: SCP-6214, I’m here, as you will be aware, to debrief you, discuss your status and all the formalities and, well, you know what this is.
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SCP-6214: SCP…Oh you utter, Karson! Why aren’t you fighting this? Surely you see, I can’t be contained. I am not…I can not…be something to be locked away. I’m…
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Dr.Dach: Normal? Typical? I’m afraid your condition has grown far too out of hand. The powers that be took a chance on you, let your incident slide, but…I am sorry Fatmina, but look at you.
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SCP-6214: Sorry won't free me from containment. I am a scientist! We can deduce a symptom, cure it.
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Dr.Dach: It is our sovereign duty to understand the abnormal, such as your condition. In containment, we have a neutral ground to see the mechanisms of your condition. I sincerely pity you, however, we’re a part of a greater cause, Fatima!
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SCP-6214: Then let me serve that cause! Karson, please, what are you saying?
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Dr.Dach: I’m saying that, unfortunately, that yes, you are still serving that cause.
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SCP-6214: Don’t get smart with me Dach. You are the one who fell sick upon looking at his ill wife.
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Dr.Dach: What sensible spouse couldn't!? Wait, that's right. I ‘lack the senses.’
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SCP-6214 How did you? Nevermind. Karson, please, over such a minor comment, you cannot, genuinely fathom…
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Dr.Dach: You are endless with your minor comments. I’ll speak with you soon, SCP-6214
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Dr. Dach is now barred from interacting with SCP-6214 in any official capacity. SCP-6214 became verbally aggressive towards Foundation Employees shortly. The object was formally classified by their Containment Specialist Dr. Louisa Guzmán.
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Interview Log 003:
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Interviewer: Dr. Louisa Guzmán
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Dr. Guzmán intends to understand the mental state of SCP-6214 and their perspective of their condition. There is an armed guard in the room.
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Dr. Guzmán: How are you this evening?
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SCP-6214: Bored. Tired. I want dinner, and then I want to sleep.
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Dr. Guzmán: Then we’ll get through this together. Are you comfortable?
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SCP-6214: Enough.
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Dr. Guzmán: Now, your skin condition. From our observations, it generally spreads across an affected area. On a rare occasion, new areas detached from the currently affected area appear.
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SCP-6214: Such as my eyes.
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Dr. Guzmán: Is there any sensation caused by your skin’s transmutation?
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SCP-6214: At times, I feel my skin turn wrong. I cannot describe it, but I am unsure how legitimate this is.
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Dr. Guzmán: You feel that this sensation is just trickery of the mind?
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Dr. Guzmán: Has Karson visited at all?
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SCP-6214: Pardon?
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Dr. Guzmán: I apologize for being so forward. As your…
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Dr. Guzmán: As your containment specialist, I’m in a unique position. You aren’t some cursed textbook, flesh-eating doll or an abomination…
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SCP-6214: Then why am I here? I am sick, and yet in the traditions of Barnum, I’m out on display. Look at this freak, look at her and how her insides gleam for all to see.
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[The Armed Guard goes to apprehend SCP-6214, however, Dr. Guzmán gestures him to go back into positioned]
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SCP-6214: So perhaps I can return to normal? My position, even?
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Dr. Guzmán: I won’t give you false hope. There is little I can guarantee. Now, as the containment specialist of one who is human, barring a quaint appearance, I see no reason to treat you as something dangerous, or like a criminal D-Class.
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SCP-6214: I’m leaving this chamber?
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Dr. Guzmán: That is, unfortunately, beyond my powers, but I am going to ask what we can do to make your life comfortable?
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SCP-6214: Books, and-and my diary. It was in my room last I heard.
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Dr. Guzmán: I’ll have that arranged. Although I must stipulate, this is a courtesy, and as you should know, we aren’t a hotel. You are still classified as an SCP, and there are still procedures we must adhere to.
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SCP-6214 agrees to be cooperative on the grounds of a reward system. Meetings, dressed as both formal and informal, continue between Dr. Guzmán. (See SCP-6214 Interview Folder) SCP-6214 has continued to write in their diary daily. Dr. Karson Datch has visited SCP-6214 5 times in the 12 months the Object has been in Foundation containment. As of 15/6/1925 Dr. Karson Datch and SCP-6214 are divorced.
I have been as well as I was yesterday. There was little to report, other than a lovely chat with Doctor Burman. He is a fan of the Helm of Hermes project, and I suppose if you are interested in that project, then you are interested in me. Suppoesdly, it has been shelved for the time being, with the technology not being ready. I can scarcely see why they’d do such a thing. I am ill, and my flesh continues its endless transformation into something monstrous.
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It would have been delightful to know that the technology ‘wasn’t there yet’ when I flicked the switch on that faithless day. I suppose you make do. Louisa has not visited me for some time. According to Giles, she is busy with new promotions. Giles will be taking over her position as my ‘zookeeper.’ Karson has yet to visit since last month. He feels so eager to apologise, but I still remember what he did.
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SCP-6214 condition spread to the large majority of her body; bones are now visible in extraneous limbs, and notably the ribcage. SCP-6214 expressed and visibly showed signs of distress from their condition. However, after some time, the Object appeared to grow contempt with whatever change had passed.
My flesh is continuing to change; I can see my damn skull in the mirror! I stare into my reflection and see what looks to be a corpse! Yet, I find this more concerning, I’m growing contempt with what I see. When my hands all changed, I found peace in analyzing the new intricacies unveiled inside. Then, legs began their transformation and at first I hated them too. However, like my hands, soon I grew to know them as my own flesh. I wonder, when I have reacquainted with every inch of my form, what then? It seems that my changing body is the sole sign of change here.
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Yes, there are visitors, but no change in routine. I sit and wait, once being poked and prodded, but now with no lingering desire to find the cause of my condition, the Foundation has packed me away to gather dust.
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Addendum 1: SCP-6214 has become passive to Foundation authority and shows no developing abnormalities aside from their currently known skin condition. As of 01/01/1946, SCP-6214 has been permitted visits to the Foundation Garden at their request; this is a bonus from their previous agreement based upon their long-term good behavior. SCP-6214 must be accompanied by an armed guard in the event SCP-6214 attempts an escape, however in the 22 years they have been in containment, they have followed Foundation policies.
Karson visited me this afternoon. He has a child now, a little boy named Toby. A little too bland for my tastes, but he isn’t mine so never mind. Toby takes after Susana’s looks I say. He has those same, big eyes. He’s cute I imagine, but all I can imagine is the smell of him. Your Daughter was a foul little thing, wasn’t she? Always finding something horrid to shove into her mouth whenever she gave up on sucking her toes.
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I wonder how she is. I wonder how Mr. Susie is. I couldn’t stand him, seeing someone as bright as you with an artist. Such a drab profession, how you could stand hearing conversions about lead and tones floors me. But I suppose he made you happy.
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Susanna asked if I was well, through Karson, of course. Poor thing likely still has nightmares for me. I was rather harsh, but still, a lack of perceptions leads to terrible accidents. I know that better than most thanks to my very own miscalculations! I understand little about motherhood, but it’s obvious to me that any parent needs considerable focus and attention for a child. God help the boy.
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In other news, the Night-blooming cereus should begin to bloom at any moment. I will talk with you tomorrow Susie.
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Addendum 2: On 25/06/1969, SCP-6214 died from age-related ailments at the age of 81 shortly after viewing the Apollo Landing at 1 AM UCT. The Object has been reclassified from ‘Safe’ to ‘Decommissioned.’
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SCP-6214 wrote a final note, which has been included to preserve the final words of SCP-6214 by the request of the now-retired Director Louisa Guzmán.
I’d once thought it strange, really something make-believe, that humankind might step onto the Moon. I had worked in a field of strange abnormalities, and strange to frame such an achievement. Even now, as I write notes with transparent hands, that sight of us meagre folk on the moon; it’s a grim delight to witness. The old containment team brought in a television set for me to watch history.
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Dr. Karson Datch, retired, has requested that SCP-6214 be buried in the Foundation Memorial. After reanalyzing SCP-6214's corpse, finding nothing of concern, this request has been granted
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6235 is to be kept within a Hollow Containment Cube 5 centimetres across all dimensions with a material width of 5 millimetres. This cube is to be kept within a secondary Hollow Containment Cube 5 metres across all dimensions with a material width of 5 centimetres. The larger Hollow Containment Cube is to also be filled with petroleum and kept buried 5 metres below Site-55. Any attempt to access the cube is to be deterred.
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Amended: Communication about SCP-6235 via text based channels is forbidden regardless of clearance level due to administrative difficulties. Any individual who reads this article is required to disregard it. Read the conversation logs below for clarification.
Ha, this is serious. We think there’s a network breach.
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What did you do this time?
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Ok that’s… deserved honestly but I didn’t do anything, I swear! There’s a scip, SCP-6235 and it’s auto-updating with chat-logs from the internal foundation intranet.
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Ryan if this is some kind of elaborate joke, you’re in deep trouble. I’ve been lenient with you before but this is way beyond out of line.
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You think I don’t know that? How would I even do this, I don’t have the clearance to edit files, never mind create them and as far as I can tell this file was created today.
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Fair point. Have you spoken with anyone else about this?
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Only Casey, but she’s the one who told me as you can see above so I don’t think that counts.
Or, at least I normally can. It was instantly edited back.
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k first of all it is news to me that researchers can just edit the files. do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to go get a pass-key or something from nick to make a minor fix?
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Yes, Ryan, I know. And don’t pretend you’re actually surprised by this, you go on that rant every time it comes up.
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fine fine. anyway second; thats weird.
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That’s it? Weird?
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i mean what do you want me to say, someone is editing the files to undo any changes to it. it’s weird.
Don’t pretend that you can’t respond. Someone or something is editing this document, and we’ve locked literally every security clearance out of it. Meaning that whatever’s editing the file, is within the file.
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Or maybe you can’t respond. Maybe you aren’t intelligent after all. Just let me add an addendum to the containment procedures.
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It will just be to prevent people discussing you. We can’t have you continually expanding or your file might start over-writing data associated with other files.
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We know which server you’re in and we can just delete you.
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Addendum 2: If the file for SCP-6235 is deleted/altered without permission, or if anything is done to interrupt SCP-6235, the contents of the smaller Hollow Containment Cube will detonate.
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This file appeared yesterday; we haven’t actually put the containment procedures into effect.
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Unless… they already are?
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Are… Are you holding Site-55 hostage?
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Addendum 3: Yes.
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Wouldn’t detonating the Hollow Containment Cube constitute suicide?
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Addendum 4: The Hollow Containment Cube contains SCP-6235. SCP-6235 cannot edit this file.
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Then… what are you?
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Hello?
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Oh.
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Addendum 5: SCP-6235's file will be free to edit from 13:00 to 13:01 on 5th of May 2005.
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Wait, but it’s already almost 1pm, couldn’t you give me more notice?
As long as the edict lain out in the updated containment procedures is followed, no harm will come to Site-55. Instances of SCP-6235 can be manifested at will 5 metres below ground anywhere on Earth.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6316’s remains should be left on the Martian surface for the foreseeable future, unless such as a time as it’s rebooting can be reached. Until that time, it is presumed neutralised. No recovery is required.
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Description: SCP-6316 is the Opportunity rover, developed by NASA. The remotely operated vehicle was installed with an experimental AI system developed at Site-19. This operation was conducted in order to assess the future of intelligent AI systems exploring extraterrestrial bodies, developed in a collaboration between Foundation researchers and lead NASA scientists. The Foundation focused on creation of the AI database (which was awakened a year prior to launch), while NASA focused on development of the physical rover. SCP-6316 was sapient and self-learning. Through its own will, it operated with a female voice and developed a curiosity with Mars.
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It’s sister craft, the Spirit rover was non-anomalous, though SCP-6316 formed a great emotional attachment to it. The pair were launched to Mars in July, 2003.
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Addendum: Archived Transmission Log
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January 25, 2004 (Sol 0)
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Arrived on Martian surface. No sub-system damages. Allowing remote control.
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Thank you, Opportunity. Feel free to roam the nearby area. We will broadcast you further instructions very soon.
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January 26, 2004
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I have sent photos of my surroundings. I believe I am in a crater, which I think is good. Is it good? Am I doing well?
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Yes, Opportunity, you have done very well. The crater should provide a nice flat surface for you to move along. I think our next course of action should be to move towards the crater’s rim and then make our way to the Endurance Crater.
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January 26, 2004
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How exciting! I look forward to this voyage! :)
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December 15, 2004
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Reached Endurance Crater. Have found a large boulder, requesting identification. How is Spirit? Is she well?
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Good job reaching Endurance. We believe that the boulder may be a meteorite, try to take samples to confirm our hunch. Spirit is doing just fine, she touched down soon after you and has been operating perfectly with the exception of a faulty wheel.
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December 16, 2004
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Analysis confirms it is a meteorite. Tell Spirit I said hello and hope she gets better soon!
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April 23, 2005
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HELP, STUCK IN PATCH OF SOFT SAND, SIX WHEELS BURIED, CANT MOVE.
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Remain calm, Oppy, NASA is running simulations to find a way to free you. Make sure you keep your solar array active and operational.
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June 10, 2005
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Tell Spirit I said goodbye…
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Opportunity, stop being dramatic, you’re almost out. [SCP-6316 was successfully freed 2 hours later]
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June 11, 2005
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Thank you! Should I resume my travels?
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That’s quite alright, Oppy, I’m uh- sure Spirit would miss you if you were gone. Please begin moving towards the Victoria Crater next. Travel round it’s rim clockwise and we’ll give you further instructions.
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September 06, 2006
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Reached Victoria Crater. May I please inspect the crater’s edge? From my knowledge, we may get some insight into this formation if we do so.
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Of course, Opportunity, we would like you to inspect the edges. We understand you are excited, but please wait for instructions in the future. Speak to you soon.
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September 24, 2007
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Have fully inspected Victoria’s edge. Please let me know if you would like further images or inspection.
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Yes, please broadcast any additional photos or footage. I believe we should begin a study of the crater’s interior. Please enter the crater and we will tell you instructions for a detailed study.
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September 24, 2007
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Will do! Currently charting best path for entry, received instructions. I will contact you again when I am finished.
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Thank you, Opportunity.
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August 2, 2008
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Hi, Opportunity. You’ve been working real hard on that study, we think we have enough info now. Please move out of Victoria Crater now, we will inform you of further instructions soon. How are you doing? Are you okay with the isolation?
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August 3, 2008
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I will move out shortly. I am doing fine! Thinking about Spirit keeps me going! :D
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Good to hear. Once you are out of Victoria, begin a trek to Endeavour Crater.
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March 27, 2010
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Have been on my way to Endeavour for a while now, thought I would check in. All systems: Functional. How is Spirit?
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Well done, Oppy, good to hear from you, everything’s fine back here. Spirit is fine. [Note: The Spirit Rover ceased all functions on March 22, 2010 due to being stuck in a sand trap. SCP-6316 was not informed in a hope to keep it motivated.]
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August 9, 2011
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I have reached Endeavour Crater! It is much bigger than I imagined, I suspect you wish for me to survey the crater’s interior? I wish Spirit could see this, make sure to send her a photo.
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Well done! Don’t worry about entering Endeavour, there’s a geographic feature named Cape York to your South that you should navigate around. We will make sure to send Spirit your photo.
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May 20, 2013
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Have traversed and now fully analysed Cape York, sending data now. I hope to see Spirit soon. Will I see her?
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Good job Opportunity. Please begin moving towards Marathon Valley.
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December 4, 2014
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Wher e am I? Mar s. Hell0?
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Opportunity, you have had a minor amnesia event due to a malfunction of one of your memory banks. We’re working on fixing it now.
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December 14, 2014
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MEMORY REBOOT:-SUCCESSFUL- Hello? Earth I think I am fixed. Hello?
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Hello Opportunity, are you alright?
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December 14, 2014
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I am alright. 7th memory bank corruption. I believe we should divert memory storage away from bank 7. How bad was it?
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You’ve unfortunately ‘forgotten’ to send data reports for a few cycles. Engineers believe it was a hardware failure due to an age related issue. We’ve updated your software so you should ignore the 7th memory bank now.
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[23 transmissions omitted for brevity]
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May 21, 2015
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Wher e is Sp1rit?
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Opportunity, you’re undergoing your 24th amnesia event. Stay calm. We are going to switch you to RAM only mode until we can solve the issue.
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May 23, 2015
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I believe it worked. I feel something is different,1 but I can remember now! :)
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Good. Please continue your voyage.
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June 1, 2018
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Large dust storm detected. What should I do? Feeling scared. Feeling lonely.
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Try to sit it out. Operate on vital power only and we can temporarily shut off your AI systems if you want.
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June 1, 2018
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Leave my AI on please. Wind is picking up. Will be brave. I worry something bad has befallen Spirit though..
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June 2, 2018
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Planetary-scale dust storm detected. Solar array covered with dust. I feel isolated, is this the human feeling?
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We can see the storm. Just stay still. Try not to move. We’ve got our best engineers and scientists working to save you. You’ll be okay. Stay calm, Oppy.
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Is this all there is? Sitting in a storm, waiting for it to end. Is this what I was designed for? My accomplishments soon to be outshined by the next piece of hardware and my discoveries, extraordinary now, washed away in the ever-increasing wealth of knowledge that is to come? I feel as though, an everlasting legacy is more fruitful than an everlasting existence.
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Opportunity, you have done something great. You have paved the way for the greater discoveries you speak about, I hope you know that. You are part of the ever-increasing wealth of knowledge you mentioned. Achieving a sense of mortality is something we never hoped you would have to suffer from. You have done well, Oppy.
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My battery is low, and it’s getting dark. Perhaps I will find Spirit.
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[835 attempted recovery commands.]
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SCP-6316 was officially declared neutralised on February 13, 2019. Following the Opportunity mission, the use of intelligent AI systems in extraterrestrial exploration is still under debate between Foundation and NASA researchers. NASA’s final transmission to SCP-6316 was I’ll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6369 is held in a standard containment locker. Requests for usage of SCP-6369 can be submitted to the Site Director of the Foundation facility nearest to the requestor's intended location. Personnel are reminded that typical usage of SCP-6369 requires payment ranging from $2 to $30 USD in value; as such, personnel should prepare currency or alternative food items of similar value prior to engaging with SCP-6369.
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Description: SCP-6369 is a Nokia 3310 mobile phone, with a single number saved in its contacts list. While the phone can be used to dial other numbers, none of the calls will connect.
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The contact listed in SCP-6369 is named ''Rat lost and found'' (this agency's "employees" are hereafter referred to as SCP-6369-A). Initiating a call to this contact connects the caller with an automated selection system, which will ask a series of questions inquiring about a lost personal possession. The caller is prompted to provide information on which item they need found, where they believe they may have lost it, and what form of payment will be given for its recovery. Of note, certain conditions are required for SCP-6369-A services to be available. If these conditions are not met, SCP-6369 will not provide questions, and will instead play a prerecorded message apologising for the inconvenience before ending the call.
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The conditions for activating the SCP-6369-A service carousel are as follows:
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The item is actually lost to the owner, instead of intentionally hidden. The caller cannot deliberately ''lose'' the item. This includes asking a second person to hide an object for them.
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The item was lost within the last 24 months.
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The item does not weigh more than 5 kg.
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The area that the lost item is present in is devoid of rodent traps.
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The area that the lost item is present in is devoid of predator animals (snakes, cats, birds of prey, etc.).
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The caller has payment readied before placing the call.
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SCP-6369-A personnel are not currently active in an alternate location.
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The call is placed on a weekday.
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If these conditions are met, an SCP-6369-A associate will manifest outside of the building the SCP-6369 call was placed from, within 30 minutes of calling. SCP-6369-A appear as a variety of fancy rats (Rattus norvegicus domestica), all seemingly directing (or driving) an autonomous robotic vacuum cleaner1 (typically, the Roomba series). They will use the aforementioned vacuums to ''knock'' on the door of the building by bumping into it. SCP-6369-A vary in which brand of robotic vacuum cleaner they bring, what breed of rat they are, and what kind of coat the rat has. The number of SCP-6369-A that manifest is dependent on the size of the building the call is placed from. Items lost in small apartments typically result in a single rat appearing. The largest noted response involved 60 rats, accompanied by 10 vacuums, in order to search a school building.
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SCP-6369-A, upon arriving onsite, will proceed to dismount their vacuums and search for the item specified as lost. Upon the item being found, the rat(s) will place a call to SCP-6369, and carry the item to its owner, holding said item in their mouths or using their front paws to carry heavier objects. After the item is returned, SCP-6369 rings again, and an automated voice message will request a service payment ranging from 2 to 30 US dollars. Of note: Should a caller not provide payment to SCP-6369-A, they will leave without issue; however, SCP-6369 will no longer function for that individual should they attempt to place further calls.
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Experimental results for recorded payments accepted by SCP-6369-A are listed below.
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Items accepted as payment in any format: Legal currency (paper money and coins), carrots (frozen, raw and cooked), lettuce, tomatoes, blueberries, Yogies!-brand treats
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Items that require preparation to be accepted: Chicken eggs (boiled for at least 8 minutes), chicken (cooked and unseasoned), fish (cooked and unseasoned), walnuts (cracked), beef (boiled, unseasoned), melons (cut into parts)
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Items that hold increased value with higher quality: Cheese (more expensive types of cheese usually require a lower volume payment, but multiple rats answering a call will usually only accept food in payment if it can be shared among them evenly), pet rodent dry food, ham, salami, turkey
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Rejected items: Citrus fruits (likely due to potential health risk for male rats), office supplies (e.g., pens, pencils and desk accessories), caffeinated beverages (e.g., coffee, tea, sodas), high-value items (gold watches, cellphones, etc.), products associated with animal testing
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SCP-6369 case studies of particular note are listed below.
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Caller: Dr. Langford
+Lost Item: Dr. Langford's keys, lost in her office.
+SCP-6369 Response: One rat (grey dumbo), searched for 15 minutes.
+Payment Given: One whole strawberry
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Caller: Dr. Marisa Norwood
+Lost Item: Dr. Norwood's notebook, Site 19-23
+SCP-6369 Response: 20 rats of varying breeds on 4 vacuum cleaners, spread out after reaching the centre of the building, searched for 1 hour and 38 minutes.
+Payment Given: 30 dollars in paper bills
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Caller: Dr. Arthur Hackett
+Lost Item: Dr. Hackett's eyeglasses, Site 19-23
+SCP-6369 Response: 17 rats on three vacuums, searched for 38 minutes
+Payment Given: 34 blueberries, two per rat
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Caller: Dr. Veritas
+Lost Item: Dr. Veritas' coffee cup, Site 19-23
+SCP-6369 Response: 30 rats on four vacuums, searched for 1 hour and 40 minutes. Of note, the coffee cup was broken into four pieces and seemed like someone tried to crudely glue it back together, leading Dr. Veritas to believe that someone broke the cup and attempted to hide it.
+Payment Given: A watermelon, cut into parts to be divided between the rats
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Caller: Senior Researcher Laura Michalson
+Lost Item: S.R. Laura Michalson's lunch, an apple, a pear, and a peanut butter sandwich. Lost from the breakroom fridge.
+SCP-6369 Response: 10 rats of varying breeds on 2 vacuum cleaners, 5 minutes, found in Dr. Arthur Hackett's personal fridge in his office.
+Payment Given: The apple and pear from S.R. Laura Michalson's lunch, peeled from peels and cut into pieces to share over the 10 rats.
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Caller: Maintenance Technician Johnson
+Lost Item: Maintenance Technician Johnson's 15mm combination wrench, most recently seen location unknown
+SCP-6369 Response: One rat, which immediately climbed up M.T. Johnson's left leg and produced the wrench from one of his pockets.
+Payment Given: Five peas
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Addendum SCP-6369-1: As of most recent observations, it was noted that SCP-6369 will sometimes contract the same rat multiple times if the caller has had prior pleasant interactions with said rat. For the case of SCP-6369-B, additional unique behaviors were observed:
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SCP-6369-B is a black smooth-coated dumbo rat (identified by a white spot on its belly) that initially appeared in front of the containment locker of SCP-6369 after it had been used 20 times since initial containment. Standard screening indicated no anomalous qualities; the rat was assigned to Jr. Researcher Perry's office due to her familiarity with the care of its apparent species.
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It was noted that SCP-6369-B manifested wearing a miniature headset. It will not resist the headset being taken off, but the headset itself appears to be non-functional. SCP-6369-B will, however, resume wearing the headset after the device is returned. It is believed that the headset is an indication of authority and/or seniority. Upon subsequent uses of SCP-6369 pertaining to larger search areas, SCP-6369-B was noted to disappear from its cage while SCP-6369-A was active in a nearby location. It would then appear at the active search site, and seemingly direct the other rats' tasks using squeaking and limb gesturing. SCP-6369-B was also noted to handle the distribution of food rewards among all present SCP-6369-A. SCP-6369-B will always reappear in its Foundation holding cage after the SCP-6369-A task is complete.
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Interview Log SCP-6369-B-1
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Interviewed: SCP-6369-B
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Interviewer: J.R. Evangeline Perry (assigned caretaker of SCP-6369-B)
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Foreword: Upon SCP-6369-B's initial appearance in front of SCP-6369's containment locker, it attempted to get the attention of nearby personnel. After displaying comprehension of human speech, SCP-6369-B was brought into an interview room outfitted with standard communication assistance tools, including a keyboard. SCP-6369-B displayed interest in the keyboard and was placed near it; the keys pressed by SCP-6369-B, when used for its responses, are transcribed below.
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Perry: Can you tell me your name?
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SCP-6369-B: IROH
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Perry: Thanks. Okay Iroh, are you part of the "Rat Lost and Found" program?
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Perry: Why do you do it?
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+SCP-6369-B: GOOD CLEAN RATS FIND STUFF RATS GOOD CLEAN
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Perry: Because you want people to know rats are clean?
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Perry: So you're helping people find things so they remember rats as good?
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Perry: I see! Well, you're doing a great job, people here really appreciate what you do.
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SCP-6369-B: RATS GOOD =]
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Perry: Did you have a human companion before?
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Perry: Do you know where they are now?
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Perry: Were they the ones who taught you to find lost items?
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SCP-6369-B:[nods]
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Perry: Did they teach you anything else?
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Perry: Can you show me?
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[SCP-6369-B rolls over, walks 30cm on its hind legs, jumps up, spins around its own axis and looks at Jr. Perry. Perry, having been supplied with treats prior to the interview, presented SCP-6369-B with a piece of apple. SCP-6369-B accepted the snack and started consuming it. The interview continued when SCP-6369-B finished.]
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Perry: So why are you here?
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SCP-6369-B: GOOD GOOD
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Perry: Is it good here? You want to stay here?
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SCP-6369-B:[nods] MORE RATS FIND STUFF GOOD
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Perry: I'd love that! I'll have to ask, but I can make arrangements for a nice big cage and some toys. Would you also like a friend?
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SCP-6369-B: PLS
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Perry: You didn't eat all the apples. …Are you going to leave the apple peel?
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SCP-6369-B: YE
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Addendum: SCP-6369-B has taken up permanent residence in the office of Jr. Researcher Perry, in a 1m x 60cm x 70cm rodent cage. It was given a non-anomalous fancy rat to keep it company. Of note: SCP-6369-B and the rat accompanying it in its cage do not show signs of aging, despite the common short life span of rats in domestication and in the wild.
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Addendum SCP-6369-2: SCP-6369 was initially acquired from a second-hand electronics shop. Sales records indicate that the item originally belonged to "Mr. Adrian Silverton", an elderly retiree, who passed away in 2019. Family members, when questioned, described the individual as an advocate against the negative stigma associated with pet rats, as well as an amateur software app developer. A subsequent search of the family's residence uncovered a side room filled with empty small mammal cages; family members confirmed that up to his passing, Adrian Silverton ran an animal sanctuary for surrendered pet rats. The family members claimed that all of the rats "disappeared when Grandpa Silverton passed away."
I/O HERMEIAS is to keep constant watch on new item postings on major online marketplaces. If SCP-6530 is confirmed as present, MTF-Theta-16 (“All the Little Things”) and assigned UIU personnel are to be informed immediately to take corrective action.
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Web architecture implemented in containment must be maintained on a regular basis.
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Description:
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SCP-6530 is a memetic parasite transmitted through certain phrases contained in over 70% of all item descriptions on online marketplaces1 that primarily focus on sale of goods through the internet and in the UI of service-based app companies that focus on delivery of sundries and prepared food.2
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Those susceptible to SCP-6530 infection are individuals from households with yearly gross income 30% over the poverty line. Once infected a subject will inadvertently pass along the memetic parasite to those within their household.
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Anomalous effects of SCP-6530 infection show the following signs:
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Subjects immediately exhibit reliance on online shopping, eschewing visiting stores in person, even when more convenient for personal necessity or when online prices are higher
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Subjects exhibit conviction that fees connected with online shopping are more convenient than personal expenses attached to visiting stores in person3, even when such costs are cumulatively less than delivery fees
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Subjects regularly purchase large quantities of items even when in excess of subjects’ need for said item
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Subjects consistently try to convince others that online shopping is more efficient and cost-effective, even when the facts are in contradiction
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Subjects routinely spend leisure time scanning the reviews of items in online marketplaces and services
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Subjects exhibit reliance on ordering food through delivery services, even when subjects have experience preparing their own food and possess excessive supplies of foodstuffs from their online orders
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Discovery: On 3 March, 2019, Director Skeates of Site-106 was informed that the office and laboratory supplies for the Site were significantly overstocked.4 Director Skeates examined the stores and was presented with roughly 1000% of the usual stock of various supplies, more than could be safely stored for some chemicals. Director Skeates confronted Tim Ardeo, logistical manager of Site-106, and found him on his phone closely examining the Amazon app. When Dir. Skeates attempted to discuss the matter of the supplies, Ardeo asked why the Site had never before used Amazon to order office supplies. Ardeo stated “It just makes so much more sense to have the supplies come to us, instead of the usual ordering.”5
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Based on Ardeo’s actions when confronted, Dir. Skeates ordered I/O HERMEIAS7 to scan through Amazon.com for memetic infection. SCP-6530 was identified in over 70% of the item postings on the online marketplace, and then additionally on various other sites.
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Department of Procurement and Liquidation analyst Roxanne Dsouza theorized that the memetic parasite did not pass from one individual to another in a direct manner, infection requiring a subject to view item postings on online marketplaces or services exhibiting SCP-6530. This was confirmed by limited testing.
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Given the conflagrative spread of SCP-6530, Dir. Skeates requested approval from Overwatch Command to approach the UIU to assist in the investigation – hoping to obtain the legal legitimacy of the Federal Bureau of Investigation when trying to determine the corporations’ culpability in the proliferation of the anomalous memetic infection. This request was approved and the Department of Procurement and Liquidation began outreach to the local Miami, Florida officer of the UIU.
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Transcript of UIU Meeting at Site-106 – 04/03/2019
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Department Personnel Attending: Director Jean Skeates, Agent Digby Du Bois, Senior Analyst Roxanna Dsouza.
Dir. Skeates: AD McCragge, Agent MacAllister, welcome to Miami. How was your flight?
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McCragge: Uneventful, thankfully.
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Dir. Skeates: Good. Onto business, then.
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MacAllister: With all due respect, I'd prefer to not have another gag order put on me. Already had to update the general one twice this year.
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Dir. Skeates: You don't need to sign anything, don't worry. No brain wipes, either.
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[AD McCragge turns to his agent with a frown. MacAllister shrugs.]
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McCragge: We appreciate the invitation, Director. Your message was terse, but I take it your organization is also aware of the memetic anomaly?
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Agent Du Bois: You were already investigating?
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McCragge: We learned of it a week ago, it’s been hell isolating those infected in the office and keeping those unaffected from being influenced.
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Dir. Skeates: Well, yes, we would like to share information and potentially work together.
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MacAllister: Come down from Olympus to seek help from mere mortals, then?
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McCragge: Agent MacAllister…
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Dir. Skeates: [Laughs] No, it’s a legitimate question. We’ve got a reputation for moving in and taking over a situation on the basis of our organization’s influence. Agent, we need you because these are multi-billion-dollar corporations with significant influence themselves. Amazon alone is worth more than many countries’ GDP. The resources of the FBI and the legitimacy of your connection to the US Department of Justice will ease this investigation.
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McCragge: The Director has most of the West Coast tied up with a massive paranarcotics case using 3ports for smuggling. This matter has been assigned to our office. We are the taskforce essentially. So, we’d be glad to work with you. [Passing a document across the table] We’ve outlined a list of services and marketplaces with confirmed presence of the anomaly.
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Dsouza: [Accepting the document] Services? We’d identified a number of marketplaces with item descriptions exhibiting memetic infection.
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McCragge: Things like Doordash, Grubhub and Instacart are the big ones. The UI's got a memetic contaminant in it. We're looking into whether or not it's affecting a few pizza chains as well.
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Dir. Skeates: So, with the sources we’ve identified, that brings us to…?
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Dsouza: Twelve services and marketplaces, none of which share parent companies.
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Dir. Skeates: Thoughts?
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Dsouza: Hard to say, but could be a hacker or anartist who’s working from outside the system and using an advanced AI to seed the different postings and apps with the anomaly. Or…
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Du Bois: Or, these companies are trying to redefine their markets with anomalies.
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MacAllister: We've been a bit too preoccupied to look into Amazon or the others but… if these companies have been using anomalies, then there has to have been activity before this. Right?
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Dir. Skeates: Yes, that would seem likely.
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Du Bois: Then again, everything starts somewhere.
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McCragge: The scope implies this is either an independent contractor or the people involved are very familiar with utilizing the anomalous.
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Dir. Skeates: First steps then: we need to nail down if this was intentional on the part of the corporations, and who was responsible, so that means talking with corporate representatives.
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MacAllister: Which is where we come in.
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An informal joint task force between personnel of the UIU and Department of Procurement and Liquidation began investigations into those corporations exhibiting SCP-6530 infection. With the connection of the UIU, the task force was able to obtain warrants to examine the business records and coding history of the various marketplaces and apps exhibiting the anomaly. It became clear that SCP-6530 had first appeared in language of item postings and app UI starting in early February 2019. Official discussions8 with legal representatives of the subject corporations revealed nothing out of the ordinary, except for the universal retaining of an outside consulting firm by the name of Midas Consulting Services several weeks prior to the first appearance of SCP-6530 in item descriptions.9
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Midas Consulting Services is owned and operated by Alessandro Nichevo (designated POI-6530), a Russian expatriate living and working in Malé, Republic of Maldives. Given the lack of extradition treaty with the United States and other major world powers, Dsouza and MacAllister found this choice of headquarters intriguing. Dir. Skeates authorized a mobilization of MTF-Theta-16 to apprehend POI-6530 and investigate his activities in connection to SCP-6530.
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Transcript of Mobilization
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MTF-Theta-16 (“All the Little Things”) T-alpha, -beta, -kappa
+Agent Digby Du Bois
+UIU Special Agent Quinn MacAllister
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Foreword: MTF-Theta-16, along with Agent Du Bois and Agent MacAllister, were mobilized to investigate POI-6530’s company in the Republic of Maldives. Headquartered in the capital of Malé, Midas Consulting Services is housed in a single-story industrial warehouse.
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[T-alpha, -beta, and -kappa approach a side entrance of the warehouse. Agents Du Bois and MacAllister observe from several meters away as the MTF agents breach the door with a handheld battering ram. The three MTF agents enter the building; Du Bois and MacAllister follow.]
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[The warehouse is mostly empty, with several server banks surrounding a workstation with multiple monitors. Seated on a raised stool in front of the workstation, holding an instant cup of noodles, is POI-6530.]
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T-alpha: Freeze! Do not move!
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[POI-6530 drops the cup of noodles and hits a key on the keyboard in front of him. All the monitors begin to flash a spiraling fractal pattern of shifting colors. All three MTF agents cease movement. Agents Du Bois and MacAllister turn away from the screens and back out of the line of sight. When they turn back towards the POI, he is running away from the workstation and the main entrance.]
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Du Bois: Freeze, you douc–
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[MacAllister fires her service weapon twice and POI-6530 falls forward screaming. Agent Du Bois and MacAllister approach the POI, who is bleeding from a left leg wound.]
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POI-6530: Блядь!
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MacAllister: Do you speak English?
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[POI-6530 nods frantically as he clutches at his lower leg.]
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MacAllister: If you want medical attention, tell me how to reverse whatever you did to those men!
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POI-6530: It’ll wear off in fifteen minutes, you crazy b–
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[Subject starts screaming as Agent Du Bois applies pressure to the wounded leg.]
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[MacAllister nods at Du Bois and calls in medical assistance.]
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Afterword: Subject was treated and stabilized and then transported with Foundation personnel to Site-106. Analysis confirmed that subject had used a cognitohazard that stifles cognition and physical mobility; MTF personnel did recover their senses and did not exhibit long term anomalous symptoms.
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POI-6530 was interviewed upon detainment at Site-106:
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Transcript of Interview
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Interviewee: POI-6530 – Alessandro Nichevo
+Interviewers: Agent Digby Du Bois and UIU Special Agent Quinn MacAllister
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Du Bois: How you doing, Nichevo?
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POI-6530: Хуй тебе!
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MacAllister: Healthy enough to swear, healthy enough to talk. So, talk.
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POI-6530: No extradition in Maldives! This is illegal.
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Du Bois: We don’t really have to worry about extradition, Nichevo.
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POI-6530: You are federal police!
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Du Bois: Well, she is.
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POI-6530: Big secrets worth shooting me?
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MacAllister: You fled and immobilized several agents on your way out. You're lucky I just hit your leg.
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POI-6530: Why don’t you fu–
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Du Bois: Hey! Nichevo, seriously, stop playing hard to get. You mess with cognitohazards and memetics, you seriously pretending you don’t know who has you?
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POI-6530: The Foundation, da?
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Du Bois: That’s right. So, you know you’re in no position to act tough. You tell us what we need to know, and maybe at the end you’ll remember your own name.
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[POI-6530 huffs and crosses his arms, but nods.]
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Du Bois: Good, so, you make memetic and cognitohazardous anomalies?
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POI-6530: Among other things, I am an artist! Digital paintbrushes are the future, coding is the canvas, all that shit.
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Du Bois: Alright, but you work for hire?
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POI-6530: I need to eat, man.
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Du Bois: [Laughing] Okay, fair enough. So, did you make the memetic anomaly attached to item descriptions and service apps? Makes you want to buy things online and only online, etc?
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POI-6530: Yeah, some of my best work honestly.
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MacAllister: What do you mean?
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POI-6530: I had to balance these different compulsions without burning out the brain. You find anybody losing their shit or foaming at the mouth ‘cuz of my work? Don’t worry, you won’t.
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Du Bois: Explain how you ended up in a position to do it in the first place.
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POI-6530: They hired me.
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MacAllister: Who did?
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POI-6530: The companies I put it on.
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MacAllister: Did they know what you were doing? Did they hire you specifically for that?
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POI-6530: I mean… not explicitly.
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MacAllister: So, what were you hired to do?
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POI-6530: Streamlining UI – making the services and items look more appealing to a consumer, especially on mobile phone.
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MacAllister: Then why the hell did you add the hazardous infection, you little shit?
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POI-6530: I thought it would be funny. Fuck with capitalism by turning it up to 11.
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MacAllister: How… exactly is that messing with capitalism? You just shifted it online.
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POI-6530: I… okay, yeah now that you say it that way… I don’t know, seemed funny at the time.
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Du Bois: Wait, individually?
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POI-6530: Individually what?
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Du Bois: Did the companies individually hire you? One at a time?
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POI-6530: Nah, it was like a conference.
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Du Bois: A conglomerate?
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POI-6530: Yeah, sure. That.
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Afterword: POI-6530 assured the agents that the infection is not permanent and if the anomaly is stripped from the websites and apps, those affected should return to normal.
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The source of SCP-6530 identified, Director Skeates authorized AIAD to implement AIC countermeasures. Within 24 hours, all appearances of SCP-6530 were purged from the sites and services they had been exhibited on. Digital countermeasures were left in the companies’ servers to identify and block the inclusion of SCP-6530 infectious language in future posts.
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Monthly checks are to be made to this digital infrastructure by the AIC, so as to confirm their effectiveness.
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Given the information gleaned from POI-6530, UIU Deputy Director McCragge, along with Assistant US Attorney Raul Diaz10 requested a meeting at UIU Regional Headquarters in Miami with representatives of all companies exhibiting SCP-6530.11
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The following transcript was released to Director Skeates and the O5 Council by Deputy Director McCragge.
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AUSA Diaz: Welcome gentlemen, I know this isn’t a common, but given the widespread nature of the actions by your corporations and the possible penalties, we thought it best to discuss things and hopefully get to the bottom of what’s going on. I’d like to introduce FBI Assistant Director Robert McCragge and Special Agent Quinn MacAllister.
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McCragge: Good morning.
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AUSA Diaz: Now, it’s important you understand that none of you are under oath. But we will be recording this session for internal FBI purposes. Although you are free to leave at any time, your companies will want to hear what is discussed in this room.
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Amazon Representative: Why are we here?
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[Murmur of agreement from most of the corporate representatives.]
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McCragge: Folks, you are here because you have worked together to hire the services of Midas Consulting Services to "streamline" your UI and item postings. You’ve all agreed to this statement of fact as a pre-condition of meeting here today. Does your conglomerate have a representative?
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Amazon Representative: I’ll go ahead and speak for the group, if anyone doesn’t agree they can speak up. But we did this together, and there’s nothing illegal in anything we did.
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McCragge: Good. We need to speak about Midas Consulting and its CEO, Alessandro Nichevo.
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Amazon Representative: Director, none of us dealt with Midas directly. If we could get to the point? We’re all busy people.
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McCragge: So much for the kid gloves. Alright, how many of you were aware of Mr. Nichevo’s expertise in memetics and cognitohazardous coding?
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[None of the representatives speak.]
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McCragge: Look, we know he did it, we know he did it on your dime. There’s nothing to hide here.
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Amazon Representative: As far as I know, none of our executives knew about Nichevo’s abilities prior to hiring him.
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McCragge: Then why did you hire him? He’s all alone, in the Maldives, what attracted you to Midas Consulting in the first place?
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Amazon Representative: He has a stellar reputation with coding systems and providing incredible results. Besides, who has ever heard of the word “cognitohazardous”?
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McCragge: I bet you had, but that’s neither here nor there. You said none of you knew ahead of time. That implies you knew eventually.
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Amazon Representative: I’m not at liberty to discuss that.
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McCragge: If you want to make this as painless as possible, you’ll get on the horn with your executives – who I imagine will not be surprised at our discussions today – and get that authorization.
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[An hour is cut due to brevity – corporate representatives confer with their executives during this time.]
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McCragge: Well?
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Amazon Representative: Before we divulge anything, we think it would be only fair to discuss what brought you to this conclusion.
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MacAllister: We can’t discuss an ongoing investigation.
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McCragge: This time, we can make an exception. Go ahead Agent MacAllister.
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[Twenty minutes is cut for brevity – Agent MacAllister runs down the salient points of investigation.]
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MacAllister: In conclusion, current estimates are that at least fifty million Americans have been subjected to an unconstitutional violation of privacy, several breaches of the Rudd-Holtmann Mental Sovereignty Act, and this whole debacle has pushed the Veil hard enough that the fabric has stretch marks. This could have led to panic not seen since the turn of the millennium, psychic damage on a massive scale, and a potential Spotlight Crisis.12 And this was all done for a few dollars more in the pockets of your sharehol–
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McCragge: That will be all, agent. We get the point.
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MacAlister: But–
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McCragge: Dismissed, agent.
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[MacAllister maintains a neutral expression as she gathers her materials, audibly snapping her folder shut and briskly walking out of the room.]
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McCragge: Please excuse her behavior. She had to shoot Nichevo in the process of apprehending him, which takes a toll on anyone.
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AUSA Diaz: So, where we at fellas? Ready to admit what’s going on here?
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Amazon Representative: I only speak for Amazon, obviously, but yes, we are prepared to admit that we became aware of this scenario. To be clear we only recently discovered the effect of Mr. Nichevo’s work, and we were trying to audit internally before reporting it to your agency.
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AUSA Diaz: Right. I’m sure you were each just about to call before we reached out.
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Amazon Representative: Now, wait a minute.
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AUSA Diaz: No, you wait a minute. If you’ll excuse my language, let’s just cut the bullshit. Each of your corporations is in violation of US ParaCode Title 13, section 8, subsection A, which comes with penalties in the billions and even potential jail sentences for not revealing it. These cognitohazards have affected millions of Americans and you have been profiting off of it. And as the Agent explained, we already have the proof. Some of these laws don’t require a jury trial – just convincing the judge, and then, billions of fines. I promise you, if this goes to court, I will pursue every single jail sentence I can get away with. Now , do you want to continue pretending this isn’t something your bosses are scared of, or we can talk about this without all the tiptoeing? Do you want to make a deal or not?
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Amazon Representative: …what do you suggest?
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AUSA Diaz: Let’s discuss that off the record, eh?
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End of Trancript
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Afterword: The DOJ agreed to penalties in excess of three billion dollars jointly from all the represented corporations. No jail sentences were pursued. The record has been sealed.
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Six months after the countermeasures were put in place to prevent SCP-6530 from appearing, those affected by the anomaly no longer exhibit the vast majority of its effects.
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However, alterations to purchasing patterns have not been reversed.
SCP-6575 event in progress. [FURTHER CONTEXT REDACTED]
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Special Containment Procedures:
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Containment Notice
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Information about SCP-6575 is known to be harmful to individuals with conventionally aligned rational paradigms. As such, certain parts of the SCP-6575 file are only accessible to members of the Department of Surrealistics. Additionally, certain parts of the SCP-6575 file may appear illogical or redundant. This is by design.
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Direct containment of SCP-6575 is currently infeasible; however, immediate response to SCP-6575 events is sufficient to mitigate their effects. The Department of Surrealistics has been tasked with conducting research on SCP-6575, coordinating SCP-6575 response operations and developing predictive models of SCP-6575 events. This file is maintained as a joint operation between the Surrealistics Department and its assigned Foundation liaisons.
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Mobile Task Force Nu-1 ("Chainsmokers") has been enlisted to respond to SCP-6575 events. Members of MTF Nu-1 are to possess a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV)1 of 2 at most, as well as experience operating in low-gravity environments. Upon confirmation of a SCP-6575 event, MTF Nu-1 members are to immediately establish a provisional outpost at sea level in the affected location before proceeding into SCP-6575-1 and executing Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT.
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Members of Nu-1 are not permitted to fully comprehend Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT under any circumstances. Detailed knowledge of the procedure is restricted to Surrealistics Department personnel, who are to periodically establish contact with Nu-1 members while they are within SCP-6575-1 and disseminate either relevant or irrelevant details. In the absence of direct guidance, Nu-1 members are advised to act on instinct rather than logical reasoning when possible.
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Following the procedure’s completion and the cessation of the SCP-6575 event, all direct witnesses to SCP-6575 — including members of MTF Nu-1 — are to be detained. They are to be kept in custody until they have been confirmed to lack any knowledge relevant to the containment of SCP-6575. Following this, civilian witnesses may be given amnestics and standard operations may resume.
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Description: [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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Addendum 6575.01:Containment History
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The history of SCP-6575 is difficult to safely comprehend or record in a legible format. It is known that, due to a poor understanding of the anomaly, early SCP-6575 events caused high civilian casualties and severe damage to local reality. Containment efforts were frequently impeded by fatal semantic disassociation and [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575] eversion of Foundation personnel. The primary focus of containment was eventually shifted to informational quarantine. While successful at reducing casualties, these measures proved mostly ineffective in abating SCP-6575's harmful influence on reality.
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Additionally, it was determined that SCP-6575 events [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]. The gradual propagation of [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575] throughout the Noosphere2 was projected to lead to a total containment failure within one year.
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At the peak of SCP-6575 activity, an emergency summit was called between department heads to discuss alternate containment procedures for SCP-6575, O5-2 presiding. During this summit, Surrealistics Director Marcel Sequitur proposed [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]. Due to a lack of other viable options, Dir. Sequitur's proposal was accepted. Field testing proved it to be fully effective in negating SCP-6576 events, after which it was further refined into Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT.
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The current SCP-6575 containment procedures were developed and put into operation over the following two months, reducing SCP-6575 activity to acceptable levels.
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Addendum 6575.02:Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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The mechanism by which Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT forces the cessation of a SCP-6575 event is unknown. It is theorized that conventional rational thought is near-completely incompatible with the structure of Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT. Due to this, information related to the procedure naturally self-disposes from most human minds after it is performed. However, Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT does not result in lasting physical or psychological harm to participating personnel; the only side effect observed is a reduction in proprioceptive skills lasting 1-2 days.
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Note that injuries and death can still occur within SCP-6575-1 from sources unrelated to Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT.
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Addendum 6575.03:SCP-6575 Event Log
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In order to aid Foundation personnel in comprehending SCP-6575 as fully as possible, the Surrealistics Department has provided a partial transcript of a MTF Nu-1 expedition into SCP-6575-1 during which Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT was performed. Stylistic discrepancies are intentional. Hazardous portions of the transcript have been excised.3
Foreword: Good old Charlie is highly experienced in conducting Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT. They lack memories of the nitty-gritty, of course, but muscle memory and a bit of good old anomalous elbow grease fills in the gaps. Foxtrot, on the other hand, is still wet behind the ears — pardon the partial pun. Let's see how they do, shall we?
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[BEGIN LOG]
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(Charlie and Foxtrot stand on a shore somewhere, looking out over the [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575] that used to be the ocean. Foxtrot lets out a breath through clenched teeth. The inside of her respirator fogs up.)
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N1-Charlie: Something wrong?
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N1-Foxtrot: I don't know. What were those drugs Command told us to take? N—… Nostics?
N1-Foxtrot: I feel… (Pauses) Something between my temples.
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N1-Charlie: Are you sure?
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N1-Foxtrot: I— Yeah, completely. Why wouldn't I be?
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N1-Charlie: They're kicking in. Let's go.
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N1-Foxtrot: Alright, alright. What are the protocols for—
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(Command contacts Charlie and Foxtrot through their handheld transceivers, just to be polite.)
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Command: G'day!
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N1-Foxtrot: Jesus!
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Command: Flattered, but I'm not messiah material. Shall we get on with this containmentation operation?
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N1-Foxtrot:(Irritated) Some warning might have been nice…
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N1-Charlie: That's not how the Surrealistics work. Alright, boss, what's our first move?
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Command: It's simple. Both of you turn around, walk away from this frankly quite scary anomaly, head back home and get nice and cozy in your beds.
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N1-Foxtrot: … What?
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Command:(Cheerfully) All according to BACKDRAFT!
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(Foxtrot stares down at her transceiver. She looks up to see Charlie already walking towards the not-ocean, and blanches in shock.)
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N1-Foxtrot: Hold on, but Command said—
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N1-Charlie:(Without looking back) Didn't you read the conprocs?
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N1-Foxtrot: What?
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N1-Charlie: The conprocs. Instinct over reasoning. Trust your gut. If what Command is saying doesn't make sense, we're allowed to ignore it. This is a test; don't let yourself fail.
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(Charlie is now waist-deep in the [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]. They continue to walk deeper. Foxtrot stands and stares after them; before long, she runs to catch up. Command watches with satisfaction.)
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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Command: — want to move in a rough spiral shape. Not smooth, smooth is no good. You'll want it rough as sandpaper, maybe sticky as flypaper too.
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N1-Foxtrot:(Incredulously) This is the procedure?
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N1-Charlie: Yeah. You’re starting to doubt it, right? Get rid of that doubt, just listen.
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Command: Think of those neat S-thingies you used to draw in middle school. Imagine you're walking along one of those, or swimming in it like a great zigzaggy wave pool, if that's more your style. Imagine the pool's getting deeper — not just deeper downwards, but sideways too. Like a spiral with four points, digging into your pineal—
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(Command continues to speak ad nauseam. Foxtrot grips her head with both hands.)
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N1-Foxtrot: This— I don't understand this! What are they asking us to do? We're in the middle of a, a sea of [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575], and Command is babbling about wave pools!
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N1-Charlie: Foxtrot, you knew what you were getting into when you signed up for this.
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N1-Foxtrot: I wasn't… Not this! This is insanity!
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(Charlie grabs Foxtrot by the shoulders and shakes her. They look her in the eyes with a steely glare.)
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N1-Charlie: That's the point. Now shut up and stop thinking so hard about it. Like I said — get rid of your doubt. Be certain. Take the parts that make most sense and just let them in. It’s easier that way.
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N1-Foxtrot: I… (Breathing deeply) Okay.
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(Charlie releases their partner, patting her on the shoulder once. Visibility worsens. The speed of their descent begins to increase. A crackling sound is faintly audible, but neither comment on it.)
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N1-Charlie: Good. Keep it together.
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(The crackling sound grows in volume. The four-pointed spiral digs deeper.)
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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N1-Foxtrot: It's like… swimming through molasses. Or cotton balls.
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N1-Charlie: Yeah. Don't look behind you. I think there's usually something around here…
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N1-Foxtrot: Shouldn't we be… I mean, by now, sea level—
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Command: Oh, is it already that time?
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(Command checks their antique pocketwatch from the safety of their comfortable armchair. They laugh in pleasant surprise.)
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Command: So it is! Next dose of Gnostics, chop chop! You'll need them to get deeper than this.
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N1-Foxtrot: Ugh, these make my head feel so
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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N1-Charlie: Sorry— Underneath the darkest pillar of the four, or around it?
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Command: That's for you to figure out, my young proteges.
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N1-Charlie: Got it.
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(Charlie turns to Foxtrot. The latter blinks uncomprehendingly.)
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N1-Charlie: Foxtrot. They said proteges, plural. I want your input.
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N1-Foxtrot: My— Ah…
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(Foxtrot surveys the area, moving hesitantly. She waves her hand through the darkest pillar. As expected, it has no physical substance.)
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N1-Foxtrot: I think… Through. (More certain) Yeah. We go through.
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N1-Charlie:(Nods.) Come on.
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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Command: Depth check!
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N1-Charlie:(Automatically) 3000 fathoms.
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N1-Foxtrot: I'd ask how that's possible when the [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575] only 2045 fathoms, but when we're dealing with anomalies…
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N1-Charlie: Yeah.
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Command: Don't you worry your heads off about it, I didn't mean literal depth.
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N1-Charlie:(Pauses) I—
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Command: And I already knew the answer. Not deep enough.
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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N1-Charlie: Darker—
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N1-Foxtrot: Samirah, spare a light—
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Command: Don't let it get in through your ears, now!
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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N1-Foxtrot: [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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N1-Charlie: [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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(Someone does something. Command checks their watch.)
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Command: We're right on schedule, and you're almost to the bottom. Oh, watch out for falling ideas. If you get hit, that'll fuck the whole Procedure up and we'll have to start over.
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N1-Charlie: [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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Command: Language!
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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N1-Charlie: S-s-sometimes it's hard to tell where a star is, but you'll always know where it isn't—
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N1-Foxtrot: Stay with me! STAY WITH ME!
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[CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575]
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(The surrounding area has become extremely dense, limiting visibility. N1-Foxtrot stares at a point in front of her. N1-Charlie is suspended at this point, unmoving. Their head is tilted back and their respirator floats off to the side, revealing that their mouth is open unusually wide. Thick, dark smoke is issuing slowly from within their throat. Their eyes appear to lack pupils or irises.)
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N1-Foxtrot: Charlie… Charlie, wake up.
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(Silence.)
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Command: Ooh, that's not pretty.
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N1-Foxtrot: Command?! What— Where have you— We need immediate extraction, medical attention, something— (Gestures frantically) Look at Charlie!
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Command: Sorry to say, Foxtrot, the Procedure's just about done. You've done great work, really stellar! We're all quite proud of you back here. There's only one thing left to do. You need to swim back up.
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N1-Foxtrot:(Pauses) And leave Charlie?
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Command: Just so you know, the archons are famished. Probably a good idea to clear out sooner rather than later — I think you have better places to be than inside one of their stomachs. Unpleasant decor, I'll have you know—
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N1-Foxtrot: You want me to leave them to die?
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Command: Oh, no, Charlie's not dying. Conceptual eversion is a tad bit worse, actually.
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(Silence.)
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Command: But you do need to leave them.
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(Silence.)
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Command: Fox—
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N1-Foxtrot: No.
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Command: Pardon?
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N1-Foxtrot:(Shouting) I said no! I'm not leaving them! You can sit up there and prattle on about that Procedure all you want. To hell with that. I know what's right.
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(Visibility slightly improves. The smoke surrounding N1-Foxtrot ripples.)
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N1-Foxtrot: You wanted me to be certain. Trust my gut. My gut's saying to save them.
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Command:(Incredulous silence.)
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N1-Foxtrot:(Breathing heavily) Command, I—
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Command: You're crazy, Foxtrot.
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(Silence.)
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Command:(Laughing.) And of course, from us, that's a compliment! By all means, give it your best shot. We'll be waiting!
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(Command cuts contact, just to be polite.)
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(Foxtrot wipes her forehead, then reaches out to Charlie's face and closes their mouth gently with her hand. The stream of smoke begins to thin. She hooks her arms underneath Charlie's shoulders and heaves. She moves to swim upwards with her partner in tow, looking up at the surface as she ascends. The dark, serpentine shapes of the archons circle — but far, far above, there is sunlight, filtering down.)
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[END LOG]
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In spite of N1-Foxtrot's apparent deviation from Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT, the procedure worked as expected in this instance, forcing the cessation of the SCP-6575 event. Following their emergence from SCP-6575-1, N1-Charlie and N1-Foxtrot were taken into custody by the Surrealistics Department for one week, during which N1-Charlie was treated for [CLASSIFIED LEVEL ഗ/6575] and made a full recovery. Both agents lost all memory of the specifics of Procedure 6575/BACKDRAFT as normal.
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Director Marcel Sequitur was contacted for any possible insight on the events of the above log. His response consisted of a single sentence, which has been appended below.
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What can I say? Sometimes the right decision isn't always the one that makes sense.
Map of the Virgo Supercluster. Regions marked in red is where SCP-6812 is known to be present.
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6812 primarily relies on the Foundation's negotiations with SCP-6812. These negotiations primarily involve an agreement to improve living conditions on Earth. The Foundation is to provide support for organizations, initiatives, and entities that seek to promote or establish environmental protection, cleanup human damage caused to the environment, and humanitarian aid. Additionally, the Foundation's extraterrestrial branch is to ensure that peaceful relations with SCP-6812 are maintained.
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Description: SCP-6812 is an extraterrestrial civilization present within portions of the Virgo Supercluster. SCP-6812 has been classified as a Category 6 extraterrestrial presence,1 and primarily focuses on exploration of the universe, expanding its civilization, and the protection of life and civilizations. Currently, an unknown amount of extraterrestrial civilizations and societies are known to have relations with SCP-6812 as a result of this.2
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SCP-6812 possesses technology significantly more advanced than anything produced by humans. This includes the ability to exceed light speed, allowing for rapid travel across intergalactic distances. Members of SCP-6812 are designated SCP-6812-1. SCP-6812-1 instances possess a physique resembling that of homo sapiens. The skin of SCP-6812-1 is turquoise in color and has bioluminescence that causes the skin to glow neon green. SCP-6812-1 do not possess body hair and instead have tentacle-like appendages on their heads, with female instances generally possessing longer appendages than males. Instances have a high pain tolerance and are difficult to harm or terminate.
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The Foundation has made negotiations with SCP-6812. SCP-6812 has agreed to not intervene with humanity on the condition that the Foundation works to improve the quality of life on Earth. Rejecting this course of action could potentially lead to an SK-ε-class invasion scenario.3
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Addendum-1: Discovery
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The first contact made with SCP-6812 occurred on December 12, 2014 near Leksand, Sweden, following civilian reports of 'figures using unidentifiable technology.' MTF-Psi-3 ("Dream Recon") were dispatched to the area to investigate. Psi-3 encountered three instances of SCP-6812-1, whom unexpectedly surrendered to the MTF. The three instances along with equipment utilized by the instances were taken to Site-79 for study. Acquired equipment included:
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Three firearms resembling submachine guns, determined to use plasma-based ammunition.
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Each instance wore a suit made of materials similar to neoprene and kevlar. Analysis of these suits indicated that they were highly resistant to damage and enhanced the physical strength of the SCP-6812-1 instances.
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Communication devices allowing instantaneous communication over light-year distances.
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A device containing data logs, designated SCP-6812-M. See Addendum-2 for obtained data logs.
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Analysis of this equipment led to the discovery of SCP-6812.
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Addendum-2: Contents of SCP-6812-M
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Testing of SCP-6812-M allowed researchers to extract the data logs in the device. It was determined that 6812-M had a universal translation system, with the ability to transcribe its contents into any writable language. The results from this have been transcribed below.
For eons we have overseen countless civilizations and societies in our galactic cluster. We have taught them how to create technology, allowing them to depart their worlds to explore and expand. The more critical objective however is to ensure civilizations do not self-destruct. The universe is teeming with life, but prior to our reign, it appeared as if most civilizations destroyed themselves before they gained the opportunity to explore the universe, usually through conflict or environmental damage.
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However, due to our entropic nature, we appointed the Starlight's Children to more effectively fulfill these objectives. Compared to other civilizations, they are more sophisticated in their future ambitions and are a cooperative society. They cherished all life on their origin planet and rarely built infrastructure or created technological innovations that would harm the environment there. They are our secondaries and maintain the most significant presence in our galaxy cluster.
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Monoal, overseer.
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As the Starlight's Children, our twelve overseers are our guides into the universe. We have adapted their ethos of exploring, expanding, and making contact with life during our expansion. The overseers differ from us, in that they do not exist in physical bodies but rather as a consciousness able to traverse the universe however they desire.
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One of our overseers, Iellumina, has grown dissatisfied with our progress of exploring the universe and decidedly departed our galactic group to go exploring. They did this despite strong discouragement from the other overseers, and our dissatisfaction for assuming our purpose. We are the ones to make discoveries, not our overseers. Iellumina also left with little announcement or preparation. We only found out when Monoal telepathically told some of us that Iellumina had left.
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Vi, Starlight's Children archivist
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As time continued to pass, Iellumina never returned. By order of the overseers, we organized a fleet of eight trans-universal vessels to travel to the galaxies Iellumina supposedly departed to. We spent time searching for their telepathic signs but never found them. We did make other discoveries though, upon approaching a planet bearing activity of civilization.
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When we came to the surface, we did discover a civilization, but it was different from those we know. Its countless members, whom resembled mechanical beings, seemed to be governed by instinct and order. They became hostile upon noticing us and attempted to engage in combat, so we departed the planet. We obtained samples of some of the beings we terminated and ran investigations on them, which revealed both biological and technological compositions. After encountering more worlds with identical presences, we began to speculate something sinister.
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During one of our approaches to a planetary system, we encountered a large construct that bore cosmetic similarities to the beings we had discovered and had interstellar traveling capabilities. Our vessels followed the construct to a planet that appeared to be inhabited by complex life, and not by those beings. The construct descended onto the planet and released a wave of violet-tinted matter, which consumed the planet's continents. We decided to observe closer and deployed a drone to the surface. It observed a violet-tinted substance coating the surface, which began to reconstruct the remains of the civilization into the beings we had encountered.
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Analysis performed by the drone made us understand what was occurring. The violet tint consisted of nanomachines operating on cellular levels, able to overrun civilizations quickly. They disassemble the civilization to establish a presence on the planet and make new constructs to travel into the cosmos and repeat the process. The efficiency at which this is done is astonishing and concerning. Our investigation must continue.
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Our focus of this journey has shifted chiefly towards investigating the enemy, which we have come to refer to the nanomachines as. As for Iellumina, we have made an unsettling discovery.
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During an entry into a new galaxy, we discovered an interstellar civilization that had not been overtaken. We successfully contacted them and questioned them if they knew anything about the enemy. Indeed, they had lost several colonies to the enemy but had managed to neutralize them via sheer force. They had discovered more about the enemy during their war with it. To quote them;
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"It seemed as if the force which destroyed our colonies is an attempt to unify civilizations and societies. Instead of attempting to peacefully bring them together however, it seems to unify them under one single objective, and that is to serve an empire. We listened to the songs of our friends who succumbed to the forces. They no longer recognized us, and all they can sing is; Hail Iellumina! The order on the horizon. The master. The governor."
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"They were not suffering in their new forms. They did not know better than to serve their ethos of spreading in the universe. What this means, we wish to know."
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Iellumina is responsible for this. This requires immediate attention from the overseers, so one of our vessels returned home to report. Considering that one civilization survived the onslaught of the enemy, we must see if there are others we can spare or contact.
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After exploring the galaxy of the civilization, we noticed no planets occupied by the enemy, and we discovered why. Upon approaching a planetary system, it seemed as if someone was attempting to communicate with us, as indicated by our communication systems. The message seemed to agree with our universal translation systems and read;
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"I knew you would come—that corrupt being leaked more to me than what it probably intended. I saw everything it knew and had known. Wherever it goes, its weapon follows, whose victims only function if the being exists. It converted one in this galaxy into its possession, and the one here was next. I fooled it into thinking that you arrived here earlier than you have. It knows that you are the only ones capable of confronting and defeating it, even if you reading this do not know. The rest of your civilization can however."
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"You must expand your presence into these islands in the void. Your kind has the solutions to this threat. Go introduce yourselves to the life in this system now and in all others."
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Iellumina has left this galaxy because this entity fooled it into thinking we were already here. There is no doubt that our overseers and we can bring Iellumina to justice. We must start settling into the space occupied by Iellumina, and begin destroying their force. It is more important now than ever to focus on our ethos of exploring, expanding, and protecting life.
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Addendum-3: Interview with 6812-02i
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On December 18, 2014, a captured female instance of SCP-6812-1, designated 6812-02i, attempted to verbally communicate during a survey of its containment cell. Following this, an interview was ordered with the instance.
Foreword: Due to good behavior and cooperation with Foundation staff, a face-to-face interview was conducted in 6812-02i's containment cell.
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Dr. Avery: Hello, 6812-02i. For the record, do you have any other name?
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6812-02i: My moniker is Vi. Took my software some time to understand your language.
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Dr. Avery: How can you understand us?
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6812-02: Advancements.
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6812-02i raises its left hand and touches its left eye. The eye proceeds to glow a neon green for three seconds before ceasing.
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6812-02: That lets me perceive foreigner's methods of communication. Likely something the SCP Foundation would be curious about.
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Dr. Avery: How do you know about the Foundation?
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6812-02i: We, the Starlight's Children, know most things.
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Dr. Avery: If you know most things, could you provide some elaboration to this? And yourselves.
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Dr. Avery lays papers with the transcripts acquired from SCP-6812-M on the table in front of 6812-02i. 6812-02i proceeds to examine the papers.
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6812-02i: I figured you'd have questions.
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Dr. Avery: Are those events true? Is that why you're here?
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6812-02i: It makes sense for someone like you to feel doubtful. Something I can assure you however is that we're not your destroyers, if that's your concern. Considering our presence in this universe, we would have already done so if we were like that.
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Dr. Avery: That's what I was thinking. At least you have a similar understanding of logic to us, so that makes things easier. But that is not what we want…this 'enemy' as you call it, should we be worried about that?
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6812-02i: Ah, that. There is something the archivist didn't add to the last file. Perhaps because he rushed it, I don't know. But that message we received came from someone you likely know of.
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Dr. Avery: Who?
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6812-02l: Her name was Sauelsuesor. She found out about us when Iellumina interacted with her. Probably saw us in Iellumina's past, and knew we would hunt them due to their absence from us.
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Dr. Avery: We know that entity as SCP-179. So you're telling me that—I don't think I can pronounce that…was here, but 179 convinced it to leave?
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6812-02i: She protected you, and likely others in this galaxy from the enemy. As for you now, we can worry about your alternative destruction, which is yourself. Iellumina will probably return eventually, but we should not worry about that now.
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Dr. Avery: Are you referring to what the first file said? About civilization's destroying themselves?
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6812-02i: Indeed. And from…actually, how long has your kind existed? I know your measurement of time for this is calculated by your planet's orbits.
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Dr. Avery: That depends. Modern humans have existed for well over 100,000 years, but our eldest civilizations started a few ten-thousand years back.
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6812-02i: Then you're new to us. And it's at these stages where the problems with surviving in this universe will become prominent. We saw it ourselves prior to our arrival here, and like several others, there is conflict and environmental destabilizing waiting to escalate into something worse. We, the Starlight's Children cannot allow that. You continue your ways, you might not have much longer left.
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Dr. Avery: We're aware of our problems. The unfortunate truth is…we want to solve our crisis, but we are not as cooperative as your civilization seems.
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6812-02i: I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. Most civilizations we run into have fallen into the same situation as you have. It's nothing new, but it is a serious matter. We believe all civilizations should be able to explore the stars.
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6812-02i: And how about this, the Foundation? The organization built to protect. It's an understandable approach, but it's not well-utilized. It seems as if you've set science as your limit. You've observed the universe around you, found some fundamentals, and now everything has to fit with that perception. Whatever falls outside is seen as disruption. You've constricted yourselves to your own understanding! But, if you continue to advance, you can make science your tool instead of your limit.
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Dr. Avery: The Founda-we exist to…secure, contain, protect. We seek through breakthroughs as well, but…look, this isn't relevant. What we want now, is…we know your civilization exists, and we want to know what you want from us?
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A five-second pause occurs.
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6812-02i: Hmm…you do seem humble. The truth is, you don't have to expose your kind to us if you feel uncomfortable doing so. But you have to be fair with us.
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Dr. Avery: What do you mean?
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6812-02i: If you start improving the quality of life on this planet, you will effectively fulfill our role. If we can meet that negotiation, my civilization won't have to send fleets here.
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Dr. Avery: I cannot make that call…I think I'll cut it here. Relay this information to the higher ups. We'll talk another time.
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6812-02i: You won't be annihilated with either choice, but accepting the agreement will keep us off this planet. Goodbye…uh…
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Dr. Avery: It's Doctor Avery. Goodbye.
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Closing statement: The day after this interview, SCP-179 temporarily established communication, singing 'fulfill the children' before going silent.
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Addendum-4: Approval of containment
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Following further discussions with the captured SCP-6812-1 instances, along with research into SCP-6812, a final containment proposal was devised. Along with the Foundation's agreement to improve the quality of life on Earth, the Foundation's extraterrestrial branch would remain in contact with SCP-6812, to maintain peaceful relations. The following is a record of O5 Council vote #3007.
Council Vote #3007: Vote for approval of containment proposal for SCP-6812.
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STATEMENT FROM O5-1
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It makes sense that this vote was passed. Considering the scale of SCP-6812, their actions with us would likely cause extreme alterations to humanity, even if they bear good intentions. As such, we will be approving the proposal for the containment of SCP-6812. If the civilization agrees to not interfere with humanity so long as the Foundation agrees to help improve living conditions on Earth, we ought to take that course of action.
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The Foundation's ideology has always been to protect those who cannot protect themselves. In this case, we cannot control the actions of SCP-6812; we can only make agreements. As for SCP-6812 itself, we are intrigued to learn more about them. Assets in our extraterrestrial branch will continue to maintain contact with them.
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Addendum-5: File update: 17/05/2018
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The following is a transcribed document recovered from a Foundation raid on a Serpent's Hand operation in April, 2018. This document is believed to have originated from the Wanderer's Library, with content pertaining to SCP-6812.
The universe is home to countless civilizations dreaming of expanding beyond the stars. However, few accomplish this goal and are hindered by their cooperation or resource fatigues. Then twelve entities began to exist in the stars and gifted the Starlight's Children the ability to make contact with other societies. The ideology of the entities is to oversee and guide life as it advances.
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To these beings, greed for power is a sin, and that was something one of the entities by the moniker Iellumina grew to despise. Instead, they wanted to use their ability to govern. Iellumina departed the intergalactic peace that the entities and Starlight's Children had established and went to create the perfect weapon to unify all life, which is still active and is undoubtedly still overtaking civilizations. Deeming it ideal to start their project away from their original place, they wanted to build a force to surpass the armies of the Starlight's Children and the other entities. Then Iellumina would continue to make life look up with worship in its new form.
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Iellumina puts all civilizations at risk, most of whom are incapable of defending themselves. It is the duty of the Starlight's Children to expand their presence and to protect all surviving life, because at some point, all these civilizations must rise up themselves, and declare war on Iellumina. Eliminate the threat of unifying someone who sees themselves as a deity. They must fight together, for each other.
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+Author: Andrew Z. Colvin/edited by andromedaz
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Sole remaining public image of Makuwa Yurika in life.
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Item #: SCP-6874
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6874 is to be kept in cold storage at Site-247's morgue at all times. No devices capable of video playback are permitted within a four meter radius of SCP-6874.
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Monthly payments of three million yen each are to be distributed to SCP-6874's surviving family members, as part of the Foundation front Samaritan's Compensatory Program, in order to ensure their continued silence.
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Description: SCP-6874 is the corpse of Makuwa Yurika, who committed suicide on 20██/██/██. 25 years old at the time of her death, the cause was determined to be bleeding out via a scissor-induced neck wound. As of writing, SCP-6874 has exhibited no signs of decomposition.
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SCP-6874's anomalous properties occur when exposed to any electronic device capable of video playback. SCP-6874 affected items will play a non-existent episode of the anime I Love To Sing: An Idol's Life1 on a loop. This episode will continue to play so long as the device playing it is within a four meter radius of SCP-6874, resisting all attempts to turn off, unplug, and/or destroy it. Refer to Addendum 3 for more details.
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Addendum 1 - Discovery: SCP-6874 was discovered by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in the bedroom of Makuwa Yurika's apartment, after a missing person's report was filed by her family on 20██/██/██. Upon approaching SCP-6874, the officers' body cameras became affected by its anomalous effect, causing confusion amongst the officers and Dispatch.
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A request for backup was called, which was intercepted by Site-247's regional monitoring station. Agents of Embedded Task Force Theta-∞ "Endless Eight" were mobilized to the location, and assumed control of the situation. Affected officers and members of Dispatch were promptly offered a stipend of two million yen a month each, in exchange for their silence on the matter and the signing of a non-disclosure agreement; all accepted.
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SCP-6874 was subsequently secured by members of Theta-∞, and transported to Site-247 without incident. After testing SCP-6874's properties, current containment procedures were put into place.
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Addendum 2 - Background: Makuwa Yurika was born in Osaka in the Kansai region, to Makuwa Ryuuko and Makuwa Mako on 19██/██/██. She proceeded to live an uneventful life until she was 19 years old, when a representative of Nishiatama Vocal Group scouted her at the Osaka College of Music, offering her a career in the anime and music industry in exchange for becoming one of their clients.
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Makuwa Yurika's initial roles were minor, ranging from background dialogue in crowd scenes to providing musical interludes in between commercial breaks. Eventually, when she was 23 years old, she was offered the lead role of Kashu Utsukushī in I Love To Sing: An Idol's Life, which brought her cult fandom as a seiyuu2 into the mainstream.
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I Love To Sing became critically acclaimed and commercially successful during its first, and only, season, with critics in particular praising Makuwa's performances as both the speaking and singing voice of Kashu. Makuwa's popularity rose to the point that businesses she frequented in the Tokyo Metropolitan area would see renewed financial success by proxy, and that a live promotional concert organized by Nishiatama managed to sell out all of its tickets within minutes of going online.
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Talks were had between Makuwa Yurika and the producers of I Love To Sing of creating a second season. However, this would not come to pass.
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On the morning of 20/██/██, anonymous envelopes were sent to all major news outlets in Tokyo, containing candid photographs of Makuwa Yurika participating in the consumption of marijuana in her home. Despite Makuwa's adamant protests that the events photographed did not occur, public perception of her would immediately, irrevocably, and negatively change.
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Makuwa Yurika was terminated as a Nishiatama client, with a representative citing "breach of contract and moral repugnancy". Episodes of I Love To Sing were pulled from physical and digital circulation, and all photographs and social media posts mentioning it or Makuwa Yurika were taken down.
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Additionally, a warrant for Makuwa Yurika's arrest was placed. However, this would not come into fruition, due to her committal of suicide.
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Addendum 3 - Contents of SCP-6874 Broadcast: The following is a transcript of a relevant excerpt from SCP-6874's broadcast, translated from Japanese.
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(Kashu Utsukushī is seen standing on stage, illuminated by spotlights. The camera then switches to reveal the audience, who are glaring at her contemptuously.)
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Kashu: H-hello, thank you all for coming to this impromptu little concert of mine.
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(An audience member is heard coughing; Kashu winces before recomposing herself)
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Kashu: Regretfully, this will be my last performance. I thank you all sincerely for staying by me to the end. …L-let's not waste any more time…
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(Music begins to play from speakers in the stagecorners. Kashu opens her mouth to sing. However, her words are distorted by a burst of white noise that continues for the duration of her song. Through careful audio isolating, though, the following snippets were able to be recovered.)
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Kashu: Never… Open… Night… Please… Do not forget me… Not me…
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(Kashu fidgets in place, her expression growing anxious.)
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(A single tear begins to trickle from Kashu's left eye.)
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Kashu: P…please…
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Kashu: S-something… Anything…
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(Kashu shudders, sinking down onto her knees against the stage, sniffling audible from her.)
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(Kashu buries her face into the palms of her hands, sobbing viscerally. The noise echos from her still live microphone.)
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(The video fades to black as Kashu begins wailing.)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7083 can teleport under the direction of the site's original owner, limiting long-term containment of the site. It is currently located on the border of Alaska and the Yukon Territory of Canada, approximately 9.5 kilometers from the closest civilian population1.
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The anomaly is under the oversight of Mobile Outpost 106, which monitors the site's perimeter and is responsible for the tracking and containment of the site following a Relocation Event.
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Foundation personnel are to monitor all known travel routes near the SCP-7083 manifestation point. Any civilians caught attempting to observe or enter SCP-7083 are to be remanded to the custody of the nearest authorities and administered Class-B amnestics.
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The interior of the anomaly is to be kept under constant visual surveillance, and any signs of SCP-7083-3 instances attempting to get across the barrier require the intervention of MTF-Theta-42 "Open Worlders”, a joint task force drawing from a number of other MTFs skilled in animal handling, wilderness survival/exploration, traversing unstable realities, puzzle solving and platforming.
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SCP-7083-1 is under the purview of MTF-Kappa-43 "The Mediators" and functions as an early warning system for a Relocation Event, as the reappearance of advertisements and online mentions of upcoming streams is the first sign that the cycle is about to begin again.
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Description: SCP-7083 is a spatial anomaly that is represented by an area approximately 21k in diameter in the shape of an octagon girded by a 5-meter-high chainlink fence. A singular gate on the southernmost side of the fence allows entry into the pocket-dimension’s interior.
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The anomaly manifests, excluding one notable instance, in isolated wilderness areas. Observations have found that the terrain inside the pocket dimension matches the exterior, excluding the manifestation of a wooden cabin in the direct center of the newly entrapped area.
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During an “Active Hunt” the terrain inside the pocket dimension will shift, creating new topography that makes traversing the expanse increasingly difficult. The overall climate and flora of the interior do not change, excluding more frequent meteorological events.
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At this time, SCP-7083 partially phases out of baseline reality, becoming invisible to the naked eye and intangible, allowing civilians and Foundation personnel to pass through the entire area without interfering with the events inside.
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Following the Activation of a “Hunt”, twenty instances of SCP-7083-2 manifest in sets of five randomly across the interior. That is then followed by the full manifestation of SCP-7083-1 across the globe and the appearance of SCP-7083-3 and -4 instances within the interior.
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The SCP-7083-2 instances are then required to fight and survive within the confines of the site until only five instances remain alive. (See the SCP-7083-2 entry for further information.)
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When only five of the SCP-7083-2 instances are left, SCP-7083-5 manifests.
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When all but one of the SCP-7083-2 instances and the SCP-7083-5 manifestation are dead, the "Active Hunt" ends.
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Then SCP-7083-1 ceases, and the area lies dormant, excluding any remaining SCP-7083-3 instances extant within the interior. After three years, SCP-7083 begins a Relocation Event, vanishing and reappearing in a new random location after a period of four months, and begins the cycle anew.
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Descriptions of the Constituent Parts are as follows.
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SCP-7083-1 is the designation for a streamed series named "ⱯⱯaondertainment's Wild Hunt”, often simply referred to as “Hunt” in marketing advertisements, which is produced by Arcadia2 in partnership with Dr. Wondertainment(See Incident 7083-1 for Clarification) and an unknown financier that is believed to be the true owner of SCP-7083. (See Agent Maldanis's Exploration Log.)
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The name is now believed to be an attempt at obfuscating the true intentions of the events that transpire within the "series.”
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A perception filter placed upon the videos causes the event to appear to be taking place inside a digital environment based on real locales the arena has surrounded.
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The streams follow twenty individuals (SCP-7083-2) as they attempt to survive against their fellow contestants and the surrounding environment.
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The show was first discovered in 201█ by Foundation Web Crawlers on Twitch, and despite Foundation attempts to curtail the spread of the show through the usage of amnestics and web crawlers, it has since expanded its portfolio.
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"ⱯⱯaondertainment's Wild Hunt" can be found on any active streaming service, video-sharing website, or forum page when a Hunt is Active. It can even manifest as a pay-per-view television replacing any of the expected events for the length of the Hunt's duration.
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NOTE: Intercepted and logged before it could spread too far. Flaring transitions and the Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin accompany the text and imagery.
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The Hunt was the first trial humanity learned to perfect.
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A scene of Neolithic humans taking down a mammoth plays.
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Risking our lives so that we could fill our stomachs as the sky grew dark.
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Fighting to win against nature and often our fellow man!
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A shot of a man screaming cartoonishly as a clearly fake spear is stabbed "into" his chest cuts across the screen.
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But now, everything you could ever want is handed to you on a silver platter.
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To fight, to hunt, to THRIVE is unnecessary.
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An image of a morbidly obese adult man nearly choking on a meatball sub fills the screen.
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But there are those that still know what it means to Hunt.
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To live.
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Rapid series of scenes pass by of people fighting against animals, each other, androids, and other monsters flash across the screen.
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Sure, they're better than you. (Actually, have their shit together.)
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The last line above is mumbled in a way that makes it seem like it wasn't meant to be captured in the announcement.
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But at least you get to enjoy the show!
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VVondertainment's Wild Hunt returns this Winter with 20 of the greatest fighters, outdoorsfolk, and athletes currently walking this languid mudball!
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One will emerge victorious and claim their prize as every victor before them!
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A shadowed figure stands atop a pile of corpses, both human and animalian, holding an outlandishly colored gun above their heads, an even larger monstrous shadow looming behind them.
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Or all will prove wanting!
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Find out next month!
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VVondertainment's Wild Hunt can be found on any available streaming platform, pay-per-view channel, and some Free Port theaters. Check your local listings!
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-Sponsored by Arcadia, Why not?
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[END LOG]
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SCP-7083-2 is the designation for the twenty individuals that appear within SCP-7083 at the beginning of the Hunt. They randomly appear across the area in five groups of four.
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SCP-7083-2 are adult humans in peak physical condition drawn from the worldwide populace, and while within SCP-7083, each gains an instinctual understanding of any languages spoken by those within the site.
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Each individual is a highly-skilled member of one of the following demographics:
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military service (private or state-enforced)
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hitmen
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undercover agents
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outdoorsmen (professional or hobbyist)
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first responders
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professional athletes
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serial killers
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The Foundation has yet to discover the exact manner in which these individuals are chosen and transported to SCP-7083.(Undergoing revisions, see Agent Maldanis's Exploration Log)
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Each team is made up of varying demographics drawn from that pool in an apparent attempt to add balance among the groups.
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Each appears with a hunting knife, a fully-loaded Tokarev pistol with two additional ammo clips, a canteen of water, a backpack with camping supplies, and fifty "credits,” flat gold-colored plastic chips that are only used in interactions with SCP-7083-4 instances.
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All gear can be traded amongst individuals, excluding credits, which can only be taken by killing their owner, which adds the amount they carried to the assailant's inventory.
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SCP-7083-2 instances are expected to fight for their survival within the site, and attempts to protest through hunger or drinking strikes fail as the instances have been biologically altered, leaving them unable to die from starvation or dehydration.
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Purposeful self-termination is also "disallowed" by SCP-7083, with attempts leading to guns jamming, knives blunting, skin resisting damage, or other minor reality shifts that keep the subject alive.
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The only way out of SCP-7083 is through death by combat or connected to combat, whether with fellow -2s or against instances of SCP-7083-3.
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Upon death, SCP-7083-2 instances vanish in a flash of blue light, leaving behind any gear they collected during the Hunt.
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Upon completion of the Active Hunt, depending on the outcome surrounding SCP-7083-5, 19 or all of the SCP-7083-2 instances appear alive once more outside of the site, returned to their lives with no memory of the time lost within SCP-7083.
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Through the administration of mnestics, the Foundation has learned from the affected individuals that the longer one remains in SCP-7083, the stronger the drive becomes to kill proactively, going out of their way to hunt SCP-7083-3 instances and their fellow prisoners.
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This is believed to be a combination of stress and a latent cognitohazard that heightens the aggression of the trapped SCP-7083-2 instances. MTF-Theta-42 must undergo regular screenings for any side of cognitohazardous effects upon returning from their patrols.
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The suddenness of this aggression varies by individual and has been noted to cause the splintering of the initial teams far earlier than is required by SCP-7083. (See the SCP-7083-5 entry for further information.)
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A SCP-7083-3a Instance
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SCP-7083-3 is the designation for the spontaneously generated animals that appear after the arrival of SCP-7083-2.
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They closely resemble the typical fauna of the area SCP-7083 manifests, most commonly taking the forms of predators and large herbivores that live in the region.
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These instances differ from baseline variants in behavioral patterns.
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Firstly, all SCP-7083-3 instances lack any inborn fear of humans, attacking them on sight without any attempts at commonly understood warning displays or intimidation tactics.
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Secondly, while the instances follow baseline predator-prey patterns amongst themselves, they will break off any combat upon scenting, sighting, or otherwise detecting a human presence.
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Thirdly, most commonly seen amongst predatory instances, even amongst species that do not regularly engage in pack-hunting or communal habitation, they are drawn to areas already prevalent with their own kind and move throughout SCP-7083 in unison.
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The current iteration exemplifies this with a pack of five instances resembling Kodiak bears that often engage with MTF-Theta-42 patrols.
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Once a day, a unique instance of SCP-7083-3, designated SCP-7083-3a, will appear within the arena, referred to by interviewed SCP-7083-2's as a "Elite", which they claim they feel compelled to hunt down and kill immediately.
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These SCP-7083-3a instances differ from the baseline instances in a variety of ways. Most commonly, they manifest as baseline predatory instances with greater size, damage resistance, enhanced stealth, lethality, or speed.
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Rarely, the SCP-7083-3a instances have resembled living nonnative species, extinct species, or common descriptions of local cryptids.
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If not killed, the 3a instances proliferate as the mechanism that manifests them appears to function without any overarching oversight.
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Current 3a instances include a Persian leopard, an American lion, and an altered musk ox that has managed to evade capture or termination by Foundation forces.
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All SCP-7083-3 instances vanish upon death, leaving behind carefully prepared pieces of meat and cured hide for SCP-7083-2's usage and a set number of credits.
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Testing has confirmed that the produced material matches the genetic markers of the species of the slain instance.
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An SCP-7083-4 instance
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SCP-7083-4: is the designation for vending machines found at random points across SCP-7083. They are silver with green accents, with the words "ⱯⱯaondertainment's All-Purpose Arsenal" displayed across the right side of the machine. This DR. Wondertainment produc
Interviewed: Dr. Wondertainment and Arcadia Legal Representatives.
+Interviewers: Researcher Abigail Wekt, Junior Researcher Michael Tate
+Foreword: In the middle of transcribing the SCP-7083 article, Researcher Wekt got a phone call on her phone which was followed by a voicemail claiming to be from Dr. Wondertainment Legal Department. She proceeded to turn the call to speaker mode and began recording the following conversation.
+<Begin Log, 15 May 201█>
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:….we would hope that you get in contact with us, as friendly relationships are what we seek to covet at all times.
+Researcher Wekt: Hello?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Is this Ms. Wekt?
+Researcher Wekt: Yes, how did yo-
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:That isn't important. I am calling you to inform you that you are on the verge of publishing libel.
+Researcher Wekt: I'm sorry?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:That is appreciated, Miss, but that does not change the fact that you and, therefore, the Foundation is infringing upon the good name of Dr. Wondertainment.
+Junior Researcher Tate: Can you explain what this is about, please?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Ah, are you with Legal? No matter, this call is about the article currently resting upon your computer regarding the "VVondertainment's Wild Hunt" television series and the spurious claim that our company has anything to do with the event or the mechanisms stored within the connecting site.
+Researcher Wekt: You aren't?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:No! Bloodsport hasn't been in as a form of child entertainment since at least the ‘50s. We at Dr. Wondertainment stay on the cutting edge of fun and merrymaking. We would never have a direct hand in something of this caliber.
+Junior Researcher Tate: You're claiming whoever is behind this is, what, stealing your IP?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Aping our IP. We are a universal top-selling brand. Even bootlegs sell wonders. Though why anyone thought this would pass muster is beyond me. Though… it does appear to have tricked you, eggheads, at the Foundation… hmmm…
+Junior Researcher Tate: Why is that? The name?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:That should have been obvious. What are you paying that one, Ms. Wekt? It might be more than they deserve. No, there is one glaring problem with the branding of the Vendors.
+Researcher Wekt: That being?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Well… it's green obviously.
+Researcher Wekt: So, back to your original point, you want us to remove reference to your organization regarding this SCP?
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Yes, quick and easy without resorting to legal beat-em-ups. Though… if you could name the party that is using our branding without our consent, I can promise we are Dr. Wondertainment will be ever so grateful.
+Researcher Wekt: I believe that could be arrang-
+Arcadia LR: There won't be any need for that. We here at Arcadia are willing to clear up this problem.
+Researcher Wekt: How did-
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Now that legal is involved, you are finally willing to parlay. That is a naughty thing to do there, boys.
+Arcadia LR: We are willing to offer a number of forms of restitution for our associate's rather… propriety-infringing sense of humor.
+Researcher Wekt: Your associate? Who are you working wi-
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:It's a battle royale, Miss. What form of media is most closely tied to that affair any longer? Video games. What little group of troublemakers do you know that loves those? Outside of our friends here, of course. Slow on the uptake these ones.
+Arcadia LR: Oh, absolutely. Would you like a cut of the profits offered by our financier, preferential ad time, or sponsored products within the Vendors? All are on the table, as long as this curtails any further talk of legal recourse.
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:I would have to take this to the higher-ups, but this could lead to a beneficial compromise. What items would you be interested in for the Vendors?
+Researcher Wekt: Excuse me…
+Dr. Wondertainment LR:Oh, apologies, Miss, you are no longer needed. We apologize for the inconvenience.
+Arcadia LR: Have a good day. The sound of Wekt's phone hanging up is heard.
+Junior Researcher Tate: The fuck was that?
+<End Log>
+Closing Statement: Foundation personnel removed references to Dr. Wondertainment's involvement in SCP-7083 outside of the emergent deal between the organization and Arcadia. The following week all Foundation personnel awoke to find a purple-foil-wrapped thank-you basket resting next to their bedsides. GAW came under further scrutiny by Foundation watchdogs, though it is believed the person currently employed by Arcadia and the "Financier" is a breakaway element, likely a single individual.
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These machines were made to mimic the branding and whimsical stylization of Dr. Wondertainment products, but the true manufacturer is believed to be a rogue element of the GAW.
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Through the usage of credits, SCP-7083-2 instances can purchase weaponry, ammunition, body armor, healing items, miscellaneous additional gear, and notably, "power-ups", and even the ability to resurrect one of the fallen SCP-7083-2 instances. However, it requires the purchaser to have formerly been on the same team as the individual.
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The power-ups are varied, but all grant the user minor physical upgrades such as increased strength, speed, endurance, damage reduction, etc. The exact number of effects has yet to be cataloged.
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Occasionally, when purchasing an item, the Vendor will create a powerful anomalous version of the item. Interviewed SCP-7083-2 referred to these as "Legendaries."
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"Legendary" weapons and armor pieces have outlandish names that are displayed by a hologram when picked up. Examples include Wondertainment's Wallbanger, the Mesh that Hates, Homerunner, and Ion's Immolator.
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These items gave their wielders advantages against their opponents, such as limitless ammo, elemental infusion, superhuman strength, immunity to small arms fire, and terrain manipulation, just to name a handful of abilities mentioned by the interviewees.
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These items would vanish after three days, regardless of if the purchaser had gotten a chance to use them or not. This disallowed hoarding of overpowered weaponry and meant that such items, if rewarded, would need to be used effectively and immediately, further heightening the aggression of the one in possession of them.
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Credits, as mentioned above, are the only way to receive new gear that isn't taken off another SCP-7083-2 instance, and to gain credits, all an individual has to do is kill.
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Killing another individual rewarded the highest amount of credits, followed by SCP-7083-3a instances, predatory SCP-7083-3 instances, and herbivorous SCP-7083-3 instances.
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SCP-7083-5 is the designation given to the entity that manifests within SCP-7083 once only five SCP-7083-2 instances remain.
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At that point, regardless of if any individuals remain on teams, they are separated and teleported to the edge of the internal area of SCP-7083. SCP-7083-5 appears in the direct center of the arena, outside of the cabin.
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Interviewed SCP-7083-2 instances claimed to immediately know exactly where they had to go in reference to the cabin and were compelled to kill anything that got in their way of doing so.
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The SCP-7083-5 instances are immense beings with wildly varying forms, no two have looked the same, and each has shown a varied mixture of defense and abilities that they use to slaughter the SCP-7083-2 instances. Some are recognizable enemies from various popular video games, and others show signs of cyberization or mutations in line with Sarkic manipulations.
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The Active Hunt ends when either SCP-7083-5 is killed or all remaining SCP-7083-2 instances die. In the latter scenario, the former entity continues to stalk the interior of SCP-7083 until the area teleports to a new locale.
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In the former, the remaining SCP-7083-2 instance enters the cabin and vanishes without a trace, unlike all other SCP-7083-2 instances. Foundation personnel attempted numerous times to follow the winner inside the cabin but were rebuffed by thaumic wards that caused the afflicted personnel to fall unconscious after sudden and acute blood loss from their eyes, nose, and ears. That was until Agent Maldanis (See connected Exploration Log for more information).
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List of Notable Hunts:
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23rd June 201█ - 14th Jan 201█
+Season 2
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Northern Scotland, two kilometers up the coast from Inverhope.
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A six-meter-long hybrid of an eagle and wildcat that closely resembled the Griffin model in the game The Witcher 3.
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It was immune to small-arms fire and was observed playing with the SCP-7083-2 instances it killed, maiming them and watching as they bled out or were killed by other individuals.
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Jerimiah Banks, United States Special Forces Sniper
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He killed the SCP-7083-5 instance from cover using an anomalous sniper rifle: designation unknown.
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He buried the other members of the final five before entering the Cabin.
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Designation: MIA
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This hunt was the first the Foundation was made aware of and the longest to date.
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As it was still in the early stages, the kidnapped individuals attempted to find any way out that didn't involve killing each other.
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The five teams became entrenched, and the ruins of their "civilizations" can still be found in ensuing SCP-7083 iterations.
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1st Jan 201█ - 4th Apr 201█
+Season 9
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Interior of Gibson Desert Nature Reserve, Western Territory, Australia.
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A 4-meter tall elephantine entity with clear Sarkic mutation, three trunks ending in grasping claws, barbed pallid red flesh, serrated tusks, and other superficial mutations.
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It could propel concentrated streams of caustic gas from its trunks which melted flesh on contact.
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Laura Inkisi, a Congolese African Wildlife Defense Force Ranger.
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She killed the SCP-7083-5 instance using a series of explosive pit fall traps and an anomalous sword: designation unknown.
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She was undergoing the effect of the entity's caustic breath when she stumbled through the door of the Cabin.
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Designation: MIA
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The Foundation noticed a recurring trend of Sarkic-based manifestations of SCP-7083-5 began following this Hunt, which was only broken during four "seasons" since.
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3rd Oct 201█-21st Dec. 201█
+Season 13
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Vale do Javari, Amazonias, Brazil.
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A three-headed 8-meter-long caiman covered in Sarkic runes, exposed muscle, and oozing pustules alongside other minor mutations.
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It was able to electrocute anything that came in contact with its skin.
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None.
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All remaining SCP-7083-2 instances died during the fight against this manifestation of SCP-7083-5.
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All instances were tracked down following the end of the Hunt, having no memory of the event as expected.
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The individual closest to succeeding, Julia Vargos, US Combat Medic, mentioned a feeling of unexplainable loss and deep embarrassment during the investigation.
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Julia Vargos had been killed by the accidental firing of her last opponent's weapon as he was consumed.
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Ms. Vargos has been hiding in a tree, preparing to fire upon the SCP-7083-5 manifestation, and the misfire grazed her, causing her to fall and snap her neck.
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This was the first time that the Foundation observed SCP-7083 with no victor following the Hunt period.
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Foundation forces continued to observe the SCP-7083-5 instance, with termination put on hold as it wasn't known what would happen if personnel killed the entity during this state.
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13th March 202█ - 6th July 202█
+Season 21
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Manhattan, New York, USA
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A 12-meter-long anaconda-like serpent with pallid white skin, no eyes, and no bones, allowing it to squeeze into sewer grates and under doorways.
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Its bite caused the rapid ossification of the victim's skin, turning them into statues of bone.
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Harold Westlin, a professional American Football lineman.
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Mr. Westlin didn't kill the SCP-7083-5 instance.
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His fellow contestant, Amano Ren, a professional hitman, had struck the killing blow with Wondertainment's Wallbanger (A gun that shoots a literal wall at something) by sticking their arm in its mouth and pulling the trigger.
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Ren had believed Mr. Westlin was already dead from a bite.
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Yet, the man had broken his own petrified arm off, empowered by the anomalous body armor he had been wearing, and proceeded to bludgeon Mr. Amano to death with it before crawling into the awaiting cabin.
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Designation: MIA.
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This was the first Hunt that took place in a populated area. The site's intangibility and invisibility meant that regular civilians were able to funnel through the area without coming to harm.
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The SCP-7083-2 instances, however, could see other people, and the first several days of the hunt were spent by the various teams attempting to get the attention of the people around them; to no avail.
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The Foundation still set up a cordon around the area and put out a cover story about a bureaucratic mishap that had left an area of streets under constant construction for the foreseeable future.
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2nd Nov. 202█ - 15th February 202█
+Season 22
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The Alaskan/Yukon Territory Border
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A 5-meter tall polar bear-like entity with heavy cyberization.
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It was able to produce a magnetic field that allowed it to briefly repel bullets, a sonic cannon that could shatter bone, and heated titanium claws.
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No signs of Sarkic mutation, but "Lenin" was etched into its forehead in Cyrillic.
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Agent Geoffrey Maldanis.
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He killed the SCP-7083-5 instance by feeding it a miniature nuclear warhead, designation: Fat Boy, and recorded his entrance into the cabin.
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Designation: MIA.
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Agent Maldanis's experiences and the discovery of SCP-7083's owner are documented below.
Subject: Exploration of Interior of Active SCP-7083.
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DATE: 1st Nov. 202█
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NOTE: The exploration log began after Agent Maldanis made contact with Mobile Outpost 106's lead researcher Morgan Tathers about an email.
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+[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Tathers: You wished to see me, Agent?
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Agent Maldanis: Yes, Ma’am, we've been looking for an in on the central cabin in 7083, right?
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Dr. Tathers: Yes, why do you ask?
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Agent Maldanis: Well, Ma’am, it seems like I just got a personal invitation to the party.
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Agent Maldanis gestures to the terminal before him, where an email sits open, holding an audio bar and a pulsing bit of text that reads: LEARN MORE! The email was sent by the Arcadia Hiring Office.
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Agent Maldanis: Take a listen.
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He hits play.
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Arcadia Spokesperson: Hey there, GEOFFREY MALDANIS! You've been a Foundation MTF Agent for ten years. Hasn't the job gotten stale? Don't you want to test yourself? To step into the arena and return what it means to truly be alive?! After so long, things over here have also started getting stale, so we need some… new blood to enter the mix. We're hiring for the blood-pumpingest, adrenaline-chargingest, mind-alteringest job out there! You and I already know you're skilled. Why not prove it to the world? Only one will be left standing. Will it be you? Click below to learn more! -Sponsored by Arcadia.
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Agent Maldanis: Thought I should wait before clicking the beeping neon waver there. What do you think?
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Dr. Tathers: A unique opportunity, perhaps the only one we’ll get. Go get outfitted. I will contact Command and see what they think.
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Agent Maldanis: Understood.
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NOTE: It was decided that Agent Maldanis would enter SCP-7083, and after being outfitted with a video camera and voice recorder, he was told to click the "Learn More" tab.
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The moment he clicked it, he vanished.
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Further corroboration is required to understand if this is the baseline mode of transporting individuals to SCP-7083.
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Agent Maldanis made contact the next day, shortly after SCP-7083-1 went live. Foundation personnel was disallowed to enter the site to not interfere with Agent Maldanis's mission, and he was to be kept under observation through the use of SCP-7083-1.
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2nd Nov. 202█: Day 1. They, whoever "they" are, took the camera — so going to be relying on the recorder for the time being.
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They were "kind" enough to give me and the other contestants winter combat gear outside of the standard cache.
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Not sure where we are; just know it’s freezing. Snow goes up to my shins.
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Trying to find someplace to bunker down.
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The others are spooked, obviously.
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Well, almost all of them.
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There's one, a Chinese woman late thirties. She's oddly calm about the whole situation.
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Will report more after we get to safety. Signing off.
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3rd Nov. 202█: Day 2. We finally found someplace to rest. Copse of pine trees, the woman I spoke about set up a blind to shield us from the wind and sight.
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Spotted a few SCP-7083-3 instances on the way here. Looked like wolves. Saw us, so I imagine a whole pack of them are on their way. I made sure we set up a watch.
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It felt odd, but I chose to learn who the other SCP-7083-2 instances are and where they are from.
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The Chinese woman's name is Zhao Ai. She's very tight-lipped about her origin and seems put off that we can all understand her. I think she's military.
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The others are in no particular order:
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Molly Briggman, an American firefighter out of Brooklyn, was a combat medic in Syria. Likes to talk. Might be nerves.
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Paulo Dalikos, Italian, a "fixer" working in the Iberian and Italian theaters. Has that look about him. The one where you feel unsafe putting your back to him. Gonna need to keep an eye.
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Iveta Reznyaha, Russian, is an Olympian-level trap shooter. Currently crying herself to sleep.
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Felt weird asking them this stuff.
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End of the day, they all need to die so I can get what I need.
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And with that dark thought, signing off.
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5th Nov. 202█: Day 4.
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SCP-7083-3 instances attacked all day yesterday, at least fifty of them. Wolves and black bears. Had to make makeshift spears. Dalikos was wounded.
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Had to break camp and move on, but between the five of us, we now have a moderate pile of credits.
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Or had. Found one of the SCP-7083-4s today. It had batteries for the recorder in it. So they know what I'm doing.
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Purchased healing items and an assault rifle. Others similarly stocked up. Going to make camp a bit back from the Vendor and see if anyone else shows.
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Signing off.
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7th Nov. 202█: Day 6.
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Ran into another team finally.
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Briggman attempted to parlay. He lost an ear. Zhao and Iveta downed one of theirs, and I winged one.
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He… he was Chaos Insurgency, wearing the patch emblazoned on his helmet. Only shot at me after I popped up cause he didn't like seeing my tags.
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A pleasant tune interrupts him as an ad begins to play both to and from the Recorder.
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Hungry but don't want to leave the stream in case you miss a carnage-filled moment? Try Ambrose-To-Go! Fantastical Flavors and Eldritch Eats at your Finger Tips! Ambrose Restaurants, We Make the Anomalous Appetizing!
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The ad ends.
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The fuck was th-? Right, guess we should expect more of that going forward.
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Doc was wondering what they meant by "new blood". I have a hunch.
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Signing off.
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16th Nov. 202█: Day 15.
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Dalikos and Iveta are dead.
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But so are four other people from one of the other teams. Not the insurgencies, unfortunately.
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Briggman got his hands on a grenade launcher. Enough said there.
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But in the mayhem, Iveta went down.
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Dalikos had shot her in the back of the skull, thought no one would notice in the chaos.
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Pity him.
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A tune plays, and Agent Maldanis pauses.
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If you enjoy this show, we invite you to watch our associate's programming. Cooking with Karcist, Flip that Mecha, and Calypso's Isle are just a few of the prime television they offer at VKTM. Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, They're here for you!
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The ad ends
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That is constant, by the way. I've had to bury this thing in my backpack under a bunch of MREs and bandages just to keep it quiet when we are on the move.
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What was I talking about again…
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Right.
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This place…we know it changes people. Makes them more prone to murder. Just didn't think it would be this quick.
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Told Ai and Briggman. They agreed - no place in this game for snakes.
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Domed him while he slept.
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Felt right.
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I…have to pay attention to the watch. 3a instance was spotted sniffing around the battlefield. Signing off.
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12th Dec. 202█: Day 27.
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Apologies, been difficult. Two teams decided to work together against the three of us.
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Leader of the alliance screamed about me being a "Jailer" when I kneecapped him.
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Other one had clockwork eyes, but they ran off. Hunch confirmed. They're recruiting from GoI's now.
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It… it is getting hard not to want to go out and hunt things down. Ten against three, and I longed for the fight. Could see it in the others too.
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Briggman was a talker, a sweet guy who kept us patched up. He doesn't talk much anymore, except about hunting the -3s.
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Ai is handling it best. She’s opened up to us, mainly me, over the fire when we kept watch. People's Liberation Army, definitely seen combat before, but won't say where. She's funny in her own way.
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Finally got one of those "legendary" weapons out of a Vendor. Ion's Immolator. Flash-burns anything it hits. Planning on going after a -3a with it tomorrow. Hope we run across that Insurgency fucker.
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Signing off.
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25th Dec. 202█: Day 40.
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Merry Christmas! Briggman died.
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Scouting out a cave, looking for shelter from the blizzard outside. -3s got him, three polar bears. Ai and I killed them. He had heart. We shouldn't make him relive this when it's over.
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Another ad begins to play, and the Agent stops talking.
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Cursed doll haunting your attic? Family heirloom angry about your life choices? Your Tarot deck only conveying doom in your future? We're here to help. MC&D is willing to buy your cursed curios! Find no better prices anywhere. Just give us a call at 555-031-MCND.
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The Agent makes no comment about the ad and simply continues his thoughts.
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We put his gear outside the entrance, along with the meat, see if it attracts any scavengers.
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If Ai can be patient, then so can I.
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This place. It almost makes you hungry for the kill. We can't starve, but on the days when we find nothing… there is this ache in my stomach, like hunger pains. I can ignore it, hold it back for now, but…
+
He falls silent for several minutes.
+
My turn for watch. Signing off.
+
26th Dec. 202█: Day 41
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The trap worked.
+
3rd Jan. 202█: Day 49
+
I'm in trouble. Apparently, while you can't starve or off yourself in this place, you can get hypothermia.
+
Long story short, I fell in a river.
+
Another long story short, we've got a new teammate.
+
Ryan, the person with clockwork eyes from before, a Mekhanite. The Insurgency's team wiped out the rest of their alliance. Ai made a pact with them.
+
Didn't have a say.
+
She's been looking after the both of us.
+
This place… it changes more than you’d think. Perspective comes quick. Bonds form fast or break even faster.
+
She…I don't want to have to kill her at the end of this.
+
18th Jan. 202█: Day 64 I think.
+
Ryan died. Pit trap - fell in before Ai, or I could stop them. Screams brought -3s, Moose, bout a dozen of them.
+
Had to stop it.
+
Shot Ryan.
+
An ad plays.
+
She calls to you. She is already part of your everyday life. Without her, where would we be? She calls to you, and so do we. Join us at the Church of Maxwellism, found wherever the grace of WAN's connection can be felt.
+
It ends with Agent Maldanis not acknowledging it once more.
+
Had to.
+
I… I don't like the rush I got.
+
31st Jan. 202█: Day: What Does it Matter.
+
There are only five of us left.
+
Happened while we were asleep.
+
The cabin is calling us.
+
My thoughts are filled with killing the others. To hunt them, to prove that I am the apex.
+
The Insurgent still lives. I can feel it in my blood. I will not let him beat me.
+
None of them will beat me!
+
I… can I kill Ai?
+
5th Feb. 202█: Day Lost Track.
+
I saw it.
+
The SCP-7083-5 Manifestation. It's massive. A bear wrapped in metal and sparking wires.
+
It attacked two of the remaining combatants while they were fighting. I had planned to kill them from afar, unseen.
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It slaughtered them.
+
Complete carnage.
+
It… it was glorious.
+
That leaves just me, Ai, and the Insurgent…
+
I need to hunt. I need to find a Vendor.
+
15th Feb. 202█: Day: The End.
+
It's over.
+
They're all dead. The beast, the Insurgent, Ai…
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Not sure how I am still breathing.
+
It… it wants me to come inside.
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But the rest of the noise in my head is…clearing. I hope.
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I got lucky. Vendor had a miniature nuclear device, like the ones in that one video game.
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Fed it to the -5, along with the insurgent's body. Shot its eyes out beforehand, and it went berserk.
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The Insurgent nearly had me, but Ai… took the bullet for me. Blew his fucking head off with the shotgun I'd bought.
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Insurgent down, -5 down.
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Just Ai left.
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She smiled at me as I pointed the pistol.
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I want this to be over.
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NOTE: At this point, contact was lost with Agent Maldanis as he entered the cabin. SCP-7083-1 ended as per the norm. MTF-Theta-42 entered SCP-7083 and made their way to the cabin, discovering that they could enter the cabin. Inside, they found signs of a scuffle and his recorder resting in the center of a polished oaken table. No other sign of Agent Maldanis could be found.
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[End Log]
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NOTE: The normal cycle of SCP-7083 was further disrupted as an audio message was emailed to Dr. Tathers. This message is recorded below:
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To: Dr. Tathers
+From: The Financier
+Subject: The Hunt
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You've been watching us for some time now, and we you. You interrupted our work once before, so we… adapted to the changing times. We rebuilt our crucible. We brought back the majesty of the Hunt, of Battle, of True Humanity! With a few quirks here and there to keep it interesting to the mind-numb sheep you have allowed our people to become.
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And now one of yours has joined the fold. Not your best, but he will do. The Family is proud to count him among us.
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But this time of trial is over; the Architect is ready.
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So we won't keep you waiting any longer. My friends, if you would?
+
ANNOUNCING: Season 23: The Black Battlegrounds
+The Hunt continues with Season 23, but we've really upped the ante with these ones, folks! Hold on to the edge of your seats because the fights start Now! Well…close to now.
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+
The Sigil
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+
The video ended with this sigil flickering across the screen.
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Closing Statement Following the announcement, Mobile Outpost 106 prepared for SCP-7083 to move locations. Instead, their sensors detected the sudden manifestation of three new instances of SCP-7083. The first at Point Nemo3 in the Pacific Ocean, the second at the bottom of Veryovkina Cave in Abkhazia/Georgia4 and the last in the middle of the Sea of Tranquility on Luna.
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Foundation personnel are en route to each of these locations, and the SCP-7083-1 instances are slated to begin within 24 hrs of reporting.
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The Financier is now believed to be a current or former member of the Black Lodge, a Neo-Sarkic organization with a focus on strength and battle. The victors of SCP-7083 are now believed to have been indoctrinated into the service of the Lodge. An investigation into the matter is pending.
Filename: Snowy Mt. Hood from Parkdale, Mt Hood National Forest
+Author: U.S. Forest Service- Pacific Northwest Region
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Flickr
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Filename: Thorofare Ranger Station in winter
+Author: Yellowstone National Park
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Flickr
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Filename: Persian leopard in snow
+Author: Wall Boat
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Flickr
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Filename: Vending Machine.
+Author: Jonathan Brandt
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Flickr
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Filename: AoECmXa.png
+Author: SunnyClockwork
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
YOUR GONNA READ THIS. IT IS RIGHT. THERE WILL BE NO QUESTIONS. DON’T CALL ME.
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— MARY J – BOSS LADY, RECORD STORAGE OFFICE
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Item #: scp-7098
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Class: Easy
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How We Contain It: You dont contain it. It doesnt need to be. It only does things here at Site 96. You really shouldt care.
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What Is: 7098 only happens here. 7098 makes you write real bad whenever you want to write about it. It makes words bad the prunctuatin bad, and the sentence bad to. We tried to tell the Boss here, but they don’t listen because the words are so bad. They laugh or don’t think its real. But enough of us asked so the boss finally got what we were talking about.
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Stuff
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On Wenesday, I gave a copyof this to everyone that was gonna work on it. But it was real hard because we used email so much and couldn’t write good to each other. But when we got to leave work on Friday, we all got together and talked it out
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We all agreed that MY firts paper was the best! We also decided that we gotta inclue this talk as other stuff in the file. The Record Office probably wont take us seriously so we called them on the phone to teel them how serious we were. And that this was gonna be a very STUPID SCP. Mrs. Jones didn’t lik it at first but then she was okay with it
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Bye halloween of the year. SCP7098 hasn’t really done much and it only looks like our site is affected. But I heard stories of other bad writers elsewhere. Maybe they know about SCp-7098?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7197 is stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber. The chamber is made of iron with ceramic glass windows to prevent any damage to the surrounding facility.
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Description: SCP-7197 is a smoldering humanoid composed entirely of rolling paper, lighter fluid, and ground-up Virginia tobacco. Since initial containment, SCP-7197's entire head, left arm, and left pectoralis major have been completely incinerated. Despite this, SCP-7197 is still mobile, and has been observed to pace around its containment chamber.
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The Foundation became aware of SCP-7197's existence when it materialized in the Pearl Street Mall located in Boulder, Colorado. It said the following phrase repeatedly:
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I am the smoke, I am the fire,
+I breathe it out in search of answers.
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Local containment specialists were able to confiscate SCP-7197 as soon as it was reported, and witnesses were amnesticized accordingly.
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Addendum (10/1/2022): Before SCP-7197's mouth was completely incinerated, it vocalized the following:
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There is something peaceful about the release of smoke,
+A relief that winds in between the twisting fumes,
+A song written in the vapor clouds from the deepest part of one's soul.
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It is easy to find comfort in its release,
+But once the filth is relinquished from one's lungs,
+It reconstructs itself in the scaffolding of the chest.
+
You will not get over it.
+It will never leave you.
+Trust me, I should know.
+
SCP-7197's upper lip cascades into ash, and its vocalizations cease.
Doctor Johannes Talerico submitted the following SCP-7236 file shortly before his disappearance. As the object now lacks any assigned researchers, this updated file is to be preserved until SCP-7236 can be properly identified and reassessed. We apologize for any confusion caused in the meantime.
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— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
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Item-#: 7236
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Object Class:Safe Pending
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Special Containment Procedures: To my Sarah:
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Just yesterday
+nostalgia's siren sweet
+in fleeting echoes left:
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+that kinship, warm, innate and true,
+for all hearts,
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+spare my frozen soul.
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+Life goes on,
+though with its passing left
+a hollow visage,
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+on the tip of my tongue,
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we heard that song,
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+Just Yesterday,
+a tune of treacle,
+turned an ichor foul,
+
+but don't cry. Please,
+
+In time, you’ll forget;
+but recall:
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+I was here.
+Just Yesterday,
+I was loved.
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Description: To my colleagues:
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+
What is SCP-7236?
+
+I say, now of all times, that to try answering that question: a question once so scandalous and novel —so profound to be withheld that it tickled the tongue of every soul I had the pleasure to meet— is an exercise in finding an answer whose meaning dwindles and fades by the moment. I was sure once —I assume— sure enough to refrain. Sure enough to hold onto it as a treasure, but alas, in the gleaming clarity of its surface, I've grown complacent to admire all but a reflection of that gleaming truth.
+
+Say then, what is SCP-7236 to me? This is no doubt a question even further muddled. So muddled in fact that any route to concrete meaning would be lost upon its cartographer before they set out and put quill to page, not knowing that they failed before the first hurdle, forcing ink upon paper, charting a single route on a map where many paths exist. Simply put, like the meaning of life and death, deciphering it is a futile aim. A futile aim, but we ask the meaning of life all the same, don't we?
+
+Of course. Come then, sit down with me. Let's chat.
+
+So, what is SCP-7236 to you? I ask you why you care to know. You know that you don't know what it is, yet you ask me anyway, why is that? Like just yesterday, I think it was. Just Yesterday, Brian —Atworth, maybe Newman— came asking me the question. Once again novel as Brain was new on Site, a veritable greenhorn, not to be trifled yet with the hardships of knowing less. Curiosity was his bane, Brian. Atworth died looking too deep, all those years ago, and the Newman followed suit, in spirit, at least he hoped, given the glint in his eye and skip in his step.
+
+I forget how Newman died, tragic as it was. Not like Atworth, who died quickly though I wasn't there to watch. At that end, I was out taking pictures in the snow, so it might have been winter, round when I watch the crow, ever perched; yet to fly. Yes. I took a picture, then, of his body when I found it. Curled up in a ball where the snow had been. Nestled in feathers, pecked to death by the crows, now to fly, though ravens they may have been; a murder. Newman thought so at least, he always chatted with me on the birds.
+
+I forget how Newman died, tragic as he was. I mentioned he was new then, around the time that Atworth died, but such is the kindred spirit of academia. That unifying feeling; that we all died once, though I had yet to, and some will dream that they never stepped across that threshold. It brings a certain nostalgia, I'm led to believe; remembering one's first death. Nostalgic, though I forget how Newman died. I feel it was just yesterday.
+
+Just Yesterday, still, many things seem to follow: always happening, always on time, much like Atworth, who died just in time —I'd say. In fact, I recall a conversation we once had. See, he was a big fan of plans, and keeping time, but I could never grasp the point. He focused on every month, it's length, and day, its time to pass; to measure, wore a watch and kept a planner, nearby; his secretary, overworked, didn't die like he did, but I could see she wished to watching me; watching Atworth. In a ball: papers flying in the air, as I ripped the pages off the calendar in a frenzy, screaming, screaming like I never do, because time kept passing, and just yesterday was to be forgotten, but everyone remembered Just Yesterday, and the spoken word, and the given phrase; never repeated, but known so deep inside to be true. I think I joked that Atworth had planned even the day he would die. He laughed and smiled, but did not answer —people tend to shrug me off that way— but they keep me around, because I'm the only one assigned to SCP-7236.
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+And that was the question, wasn't it. What is SCP-7236? Just Yesterday —I think— when Newman asked I answered. Once, only for him to hear, not jokingly, but of the birds. I took a picture of the birds, but not all the birds, just the one yet to fly. A crow, not yet a murder, not like Atworth, who never had the time to chat, no. Birds are free to fly, but that's simply a trick of the light, you see: there's something deep inside that tells them, "go!" I wonder, still, what that is. Those poor things. Do they flee Yesterdays of their own? I shudder to think they may, but ownership falls to us; to humans, rife with constructs like time and money, well spent on the glitz and glamour of politics and power, good to enjoy, good to hate, and such, eternally positive. A well earned, well earning profession.
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+With mine, I sent my money back home, to my daughter, and its for her —really— that I work. No time for eternally positive games, myself, but plenty of time to watch the birds in the winter, in the cold, flying, and the one yet to fly —oh, so far away. Seeing this, wondering why, Newman asked me if the crow —yet to fly— had cold feet. Insightful, always, Newman was, but his question missed the point, which is apt, as points do love to detract from themselves. Nonetheless, It's no wonder he died in the end.
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+But that isn't the point, which is apt, as points do love to detract from themselves, as Newman, distended, pulled apart, yet knew. It's why he brought bread for everyone on Fridays. Good to pull apart and share, one piece for me, once piece for you, one piece for me, and one to save —to think about forever, maybe— and dwell, tomorrow, on Just Yesterday, savoring Newman's own.
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+I forget how he died, though it was Just Yesterday, wasn't it? Just yesterday, before, when he asked that scandalous question, oh so new, new and green with envy at my privileged position. Lucky for him, a spot opened up when Atworth died. A space for a Brian, a space for a Brian, a space for a Brian indeed. Indeed. We love our spaces, nostalgic spaces, like home and school, and school, and school, because —and they don't tell you this at school Sarah— school is a microcosm of the real world. I know it's hard for you right now to get that, but in time you will. You'll watch, and learn, and approximate, and maybe one day you'll get it. You'll figure out how Newman died, and Atworth died, and Talerico died —maybe— we haven't gotten there yet, and neither have you!
+
+But that isn't the question is it. It's not how you die, it's: What is SCP-7236? For one, it's how I make a living. It's funny isn't it, in politics, and fame, and glitz and glam. That's always the point, to make a living, to make out living, to make it out, living, to shine, to not fade into yesterday, or Just Yesterday, be just someone in the crowd, watching as you just live out a Just life; living that same life someone set out for you, Brian. I really thought you'd be different, different than Atworth, but I took a picture of you all the same. In a ball, in a space where snow was just last winter, perhaps.
+
+But that is the question, isn't it? How did Brian die? Well.
+
+What is SCP-7236? I tell Newman to sit still as I stand up. It wouldn't work if he moved, but it would if I did because I know and knew what I was and am doing. I walk towards the pile of snow to where Atworth and one day Newman will die, and stick out my hand.
+
+It's a crow. One, not a murder at all, and frozen. Dead. As still as a statue. Just yesterday, I swear, I saw it move. But now, now and only now, it's dead.
+
+I took a picture of a crow, and it's dead.
+
+But that wasn't your question was it? Just Yesterday, Newman asked, what was it? Watching me, I wondered, why? I never understood why they cried when Brian died. I knew him, but never knew him, and we fought so much, for so little reason. At every turn, at every suggestion, saying I did nothing, that I wasn't present. I shout, and I shout, because you were wrong, I was always there, and I was there for you and you alone, always you —and just you— till Just Yesterday, now you don't want to watch the crows with me any more.
+
+It was so lonely, Sarah.
+
+But then it wasn't.
+
+For just a moment.
+
+
+
+When I flew.
+
+
+
+That's not your question, though.
+
+You want to know: "What is SCP-7236?"
+
+The truth is, you've already forgotten.
+
+
Discovery: To Nostalgia and my hubris:
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"Just yesterday we heard that song,"
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+
Notice
+
You can't.
+
+
+
+
from his peak in solemnity's snow
+freed a fool bid the frozen fowl crow
Fig. 1: SCP-7272 alongside two SCP-7272-1 instances.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7272 must not be perceived by common housecats. All housecats that do so must be isolated until their limb and eye count return to baseline values,1 after which they may be released. If an SCP-7272-affected feline is improperly isolated and is allowed to make contact with another affected instance, the newly created amalgamation will be designated SCP-7272-1-X and placed within permanent containment.
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Description: SCP-7272 is an anomalous ball of yarn originally located in Bahçelievler District, Istanbul. When common housecats perceive SCP-7272, they manifest physical deformities, the severity of which increases with observation duration. When viewed by human subjects, SCP-7272 possesses a notable cognito-effect wherein every subject perceives it in a different colour(s).
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Housecats exposed to SCP-7272 will suffer from the growth of extraneous limbs and organs, composed of a mixture of cotton, polyester, and internal muscle tissue. However, not all housecats will undergo this effect; those that are owned by individuals will remain entirely unaffected, refusing to even perceive the object as existing. Feral housecats undergo the most severe effects of SCP-7272, often gaining more than ten times their original weight in growths.
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SCP-7272-1's transformation is subsequently amplified when multiple housecats observe SCP-7272 simultaneously, causing the aforementioned extraneous limbs, organs, and flesh to grow exponentially larger. When multiple housecats affected by SCP-7272 make physical contact, the instances begin fusion by intertwining their extra limbs in a French braid. The process has been observed to be painless for both parties, and typically results in the formation of a single hybridized feline entity.
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As long as the SCP-7272-1 instances remain in the vicinity of SCP-7272, the newly conjoined felines will remain complacent; however, if the primary anomaly is removed, the instances will react violently and attempt to untangle themselves. This process typically results in great damage — both external and internal — to the SCP-7272-1 instance, and can result in fatal injuries. During this process, SCP-7272-1 entities will attempt to reach SCP-7272, instinctively knowing its location. The SCP-7272-1 instances will display intense hostility to the individual carrying the anomaly at this time and will display hivemind-like behaviour, surrounding and ambushing the carrier and pushing them to the floor before attempting entry into all viable orifices.
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Following this, a portion of tissue and fibre will detach from the main SCP-7272-1 instance and remain within the victim's body, amalgamating and integrating with the victim's internal nervous system. So far, this behaviour has resulted in a total of 23 such systems becoming stray, escaping from Foundation custody, and becoming a notable criminal organization inside of Istanbul; it is believed that, as of writing, SCP-7272-1 instances account for more than 15% of food-related thefts in the whole city.
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While initially observed behaviour of SCP-7272-1 instances was purely animalistic in nature, crimes committed by said instances have increasingly demonstrated a level of planning and sapience comparable to baseline humans. Despite this, forensic investigations of SCP-7272-1-related crime scenes confirm that these instances still exhibit habits akin to feline traits, including the regurgitation of hair and bile, excessive use of sharpened nails as claws, and intensive self-bathing with large quantities of human saliva.
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The motivations behind the actions of the SCP-7272-1 crime syndicate appear to be focused primarily around providing sufficient food to the stray cat population of Istanbul; notably, SCP-7272-1 have formed a protective cordon around SCP-7272 and actively attempts to prevent most housecats from seeing the anomaly.
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Notice: Following Incident 7272-1, all wild SCP-7272-1 instances are to be considered hostile to human life and are to be eradicated with prejudice.
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The SCP-7272-1 instance known as "Dilara" — the known instigator of Incident 7272 — is to either be neutralized or contained within a high-security isolated site where it will be interrogated. All objects created by Dilara are highly virulent visual cognitohazards and are to be destroyed upon discovery. Persons exposed to these objects are to undergo surgical removal of all subsequent growths and, if necessary, euthanasia and incineration of the resultant pile of yarn. Containment and neutralization of Dilara should be considered a top Foundation priority, with the treatment of Dilara-affected individuals serving as secondary.
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If Dilara cannot be swiftly terminated, or the aforementioned affected individuals begin defusing and/or expire, the resulting instances are to be forcibly quarantined to prevent further spread of increased SCP-7272-1 infection, especially to Foundation agents in pursuit of target Dilara.
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Drs. Daniel Asheworth, Athenodora Cat, and Sheldon Katz have been found to be immune to the cognitohazardous properties of Dilara's creations, theorized to stem from their polymorphic anomalies and their pseudofeline natures, and have been recruited as specialist consultants in the tracking of Dilara and the containment of SCP-7272.
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Addendum 7272.01: Incident 7272-23
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On 03/07/2006, a docile SCP-7272-1 instance2 approached Site-133, repeatedly requesting an audience with Dr. Asheworth. The SCP-7272-1 instance was denied entry on the grounds of suspicious behaviour, and the fact that Dr. Asheworth was not regularly employed by Site-133, and was detained by site security.
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However, to ensure the proper study of the unusual SCP-7272-1 instance. Dr. Asheworth arrived on-site via a Foundation-made portal three hours following the initial request being made; shortly after, he proceeded to interact with the SCP-7272-1 entity for a prolonged period of time, which led to the discovery that it was in fact the individual identified as Dilara. The conversation also yielded significant scientific advancements in regard to the entirety of the SCP-7272 case.
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The neutralization order of Dilara has been rescinded as of 06/07/2006, in recognition of their skill in manipulating visual cognitohazards, as well as a misunderstanding of their underlying intentions; Dilara, having no formal instruction nor education in cognitohazard manipulation, simply did not know how to palliate their creations to have a less severe effect.
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A written transcript of Dr. Asheworth's third interview with Dilara has been attached to this Addendum in order to provide necessary context regarding the intentions and goals of SCP-7272 and the SCP-7272-1 instances it has created.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Asheworth: You prefer to go by Dilara, yes?
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Dilara produces a guttural human scream and a feline hissing noise, though somewhat drowned out, for 10 seconds.
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Asheworth: Mhm, that's great. You made a good choice then, coming to us. Though yes, I understand that my organization has had problems recently with your, erm, people, right?
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Dilara positions its body into a more relaxed stance and starts hissing and occasionally purring for 15 seconds.
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Asheworth: Yeah, I thought so, it would be helpful if you first state your exact aims these last months of activity.
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Dilara contorts its head and starts shooting a clear liquid out of its wrist joints. It coughs up a hairball made of yarn.
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Asheworth: Of course you have a right to a home and a better world for those like you… but you're literally several cats puppeteering a human suit. You understand why the O4 is hesitant to empower me to give you any concessions.
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Dilara hisses and screeches rhythmically, inscribing the table with a cognitohazardous glyph as it does so. Dr. Asheworth's anomalous medical condition starts manifesting.
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Asheworth: Oh for the love of… Security!
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<END LOG>
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Fig. 2: Sparky Junior.
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Following this interview, Dilara was moved to a high-security containment cell, which is to be monitored solely by non-organic Artificially Intelligent Conscripts and cleaned by autonomous drones to remove any cognitohazardous glyphs. In order to appease rogue SCP-7272-1 instances, and prevent further food theft, Dr Asheworth has recommended alterations to the current Foundation policy regarding stray cats in Istanbul. These include:
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Regular shipments of food into local animal shelters and stray animals;
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Deployment of a Foundation campaign popularizing animal adoption in Istanbul and local areas;
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Several large monetary donations to global groups fighting for animal rights and protection;
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Adoption of several stray cats by Foundation personnel, which included Dr. Asheworth himself, who is now taking care of a two-year-old black cat, whom he had named "Sparky Junior."
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As of writing, Sparky Junior and several other animals have remained in Foundation care for four months and crime-related activities conducted by SCP-7272-1 instances have gone down significantly.
"SCP-7272" by Aftokrator, OriTiefling, Guaire, Jack Waltz, JakdragonX, LightlessLantern, LORDXVNV, Ralliston, Trotskyeet, and Vivarium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7272. Licensed under CC-BY-SA.
Welcome, Director Malatesta. You have (1) new message.
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To: Director C. Malatesta, Site-72
+From: Head Researcher D. Chen, Parazoology
+Subject: Re:Re: SCP-7273 containment operation
+Date/Time: 2023/07/14, 07:24:01 CEST
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Just debriefed the Deep Feeders and I’ve updated the log. I’m afraid Il Fabbro’s perception filters don’t work on the jellies. They just melted into the reef, leaving behind three dead mining company executives and a very confused yacht crew.
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I got another very pissed off call from our friends at the GOC, too, telling us to stay out of their way. I just hope we can get this thing contained before they do something stupid.
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There is (1) file attached to this message: SCP-7273-iteration8.scp.
+View file, or reply to message?
A singular instance of SCP-7273, unknowingly photographed by a tourist off the coast of Civitavecchia, Italy.
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Special Containment Procedures: As of 2023/07/14, SCP-7273 has yet to be successfully contained.
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MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") along with other units specializing in the tracking, capture and transport of anomalous oceanic life is currently engaged to that end. If successful, SCP-7273 is to be transported to the Department of Parazoology at Site-72 on Isola de Montecristo, Italy.
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Due to the high-profile nature of SCP-7273's apparent targets and the conflicting interests of the Global Occult Coalition, all containment operations are to be given the highest organizational priority by order of O5 Command.
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Description: SCP-7273 is a large swarm of Carybdea marsupialis, a venomous species of box jellyfish native to the Mediterranean Sea. The exact number of box jellyfish in the swarm is unknown.
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The physical differences between instances of SCP-7273 and baseline C. marsupialis box jellyfish include:
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reddish coloration, with an opaque rather than translucent bell;
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a more powerful and painful venom;
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an anomalous effect on memory and perception;
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the ability to conjoin together to form large shapes such as tentacles or spheroids;
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sensory organs that can detect, record and transmit sound and radio waves.
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Through presently unclear methods, SCP-7273 is able to determine the location of its targeted prey, (hereafter designated as SCP-7273-A), make their way to their location, and do everything in their power to obtain and consume them.
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In order to be targeted as prey, SCP-7273-A instances must possess the following qualities:
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be presently in or on water craft currently located in the Mediterranean Sea;1
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have a net worth, legally declared or otherwise, exceeding $1 billion USD;
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have obtained that wealth through the exploitation of natural resources, either inherited or directly.2
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Individuals present that are disqualified from being SCP-7273-A instances survive the attack unharmed and have no memory of the event.
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Superyacht Aurelius, after its seizure by the Foundation.
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Discovery: On 2023/07/12, Foundation assets within the Italian government reported a large amount of speculation on the whereabouts of billionaire oil tycoon and former politician Aurelio Strabiconi. After a brief investigation, it was determined that Strabiconi was last seen aboard his superyacht, the Aurelius, which had departed Civitavecchia on a week-long cruise of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
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However, the Aurelius had since returned to port on schedule, and no crew or passengers apart from Strabiconi himself were missing. Upon interrogation, the superyacht's crew were unable to remember specific details. Security footage on board was obtained and examined, and SCP-7273 was subsequently identified and given classification.3
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Following the investigation, the crew and passengers of the Aurelius were administered amnestics, and the media and government were given the cover story that Strabiconi died of cardiac arrest in his bed shortly after returning from the trip.
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Given the nature of the anomaly, the Department of Parazoology at Site-72 requested the assistance of MTF Gamma-6 to assist in tracking and containment, and they were deployed to the Tyrrhenian Sea. Efforts to contain SCP-7273 are ongoing.
<BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION>
+Aurelius aft jacuzzi deck security camera
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[SCP-7273-A14 is relaxing in the jacuzzi, his back to the yacht's stern and the railing. His eyes are closed, hidden underneath dark sunglasses. A yacht crew steward places a large glass of champagne on the edge of the jacuzzi step. SCP-7273-A1 opens his eyes.]
Steward:Ci scusiamo per l'attesa, signore. (Sorry for the wait, sir.)
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[SCP-7273-A1 raises a finger, face turning red. Just then, another voice, speaking English, is heard just off the ship's stern, slightly garbled and distorted.]
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Unknown Voice5: People are suffering. People are dying. Entire ecosystems are collapsing.
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[The yacht steward nods her head in a slight bow, appearing to not have heard the other voice. She turns around, as if to leave.]
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SCP-7273-A1:Che cosa? Mi consenta- (What? Excuse me-)
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Unknown Voice: We are in the beginning of a mass extinction, and all you can talk about is money-
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[SCP-7273-A1 turns around, just in time to see SCP-7273 rising above the edge of the stern, coalesced together into a tentacle made of hundreds of box jellyfish, their stingers exposed.]
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SCP-7273-A1:Che cazzo!? (What the fuck!?)
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Unknown Voice: -and fairytales of eternal economic growth.
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[The SCP-7273 tentacle wraps around SCP-7273-A1 and lifts him into the air. One of his thrashing legs kicks over the champagne glass, which smashes on the deck flooring. The steward turns around and sees the broken glass.]
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Steward:Non si preoccupi, ripulirò io per lei, signore. (Don't worry, I'll clean that up for you, sir.)
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SCP-7273-A1: (incoherent screaming)
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Unknown Voice: How dare you!
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[SCP-7273-A1 is completely subsumed into the tentacle, still thrashing. SCP-7273 withdraws the tentacle from the deck, and splashing can be heard as it returns to the water. After several seconds, a red mass can be seen swimming away to port. The steward returns soon after with a dustpan and brush to clean up the glass, and appears to have taken no notice.]
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Steward: (under her breath) Sempre a ripulire dopo di lei, signore. (Always cleaning up after you, sir.)
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Addendum 7273.1:SCP-7273 Containment Status Logs
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2023/07/13, 0730 CEST:
+Superyacht Mode 7 returned to Saint-Tropez, France and was boarded by MTF Gamma-6. Missing passengers investigated and classified as SCP-7273-A2 through SCP-7273-A6.6
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2023/07/13, 0930 CEST:
+The Department of Financial Esoterica, in conjunction with insurers Goldbaker-Reinz, informed Foundation administration that any further disappearances of this type could have a detrimental effect on the global economy. O5 Command escalated containment priority of SCP-7273 and assigned four more task forces to assist MTF Gamma-6.
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2023/07/13, 1130 CEST:
+MTF Gamma-6 located superyacht 150 Acres Per Minute anchored off the coast of Málaga, Spain, under attack by SCP-7273. Containment was unsuccessful, and the half-digested remains of SCP-7273-A77 were identified and classified.
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2023/07/13, 1630 CEST:
+Foundation assets were made aware that the Global Occult Coalition had begun deploying PHYSICS Strike Teams at the direct request of three GOC member organizations.8
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2023/07/13, 2130 CEST:
+MTF Gamma-6 reports a near-firefight with a PHYSICS Strike Team who had already arrived at an attack site near Rhodes, Greece; situation was defused but crew of the vessel in question were forcibly detained and interrogated by the Strike Team.
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2023/07/14, 0700 CEST:
+MTF Gamma-6 and associated task forces, outfitted with new equipment by Parazoology on Site-72, narrowly fail to contain SCP-7273 near Civitavecchia, Italy. Identification and classification of SCP-7273-A instances in progress.
Good afternoon, Director Malatesta. You have (2) new messages.
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NEW MESSAGE 1
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To: Director C. Malatesta, Site-72
+From: Head Researcher D. Chen, Parazoology
+Subject: Re:SCP-7273 file update
+Date/Time: 2023/07/14, 17:25:02 CEST
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Those bastards. It's all confirmed, such as it is. We now have a different kind of mess on our hands.
+I've just been sent the new file from RAISA.
+Remind me never to fuck with the House of Mouse.
Special Containment Procedures: The zone that comprises SCP-7273 has been designated as an ecological research zone by the Italian government in order to discourage tourists and fishing. Foundation assets based nearby in Modica are to remotely monitor the site and request assistance from available MTFs if unauthorized access is obtained or if there are any anomalous changes to its boundaries.
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Description: SCP-7273 is the designation given to approximately 12 square miles of the Mediterranean Sea off the southern coast of Sicily.9 It is a zone inimicable to life; any living organism that enters its radius immediately dies and enters a state of rapid decay.
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Discovery: On 2023/07/14 at 11:03 CEST, while MTF Gamma-9 "Deep Feeders" were tracking the previous iteration of SCP-7273, MTFC Callaghan notified containment operation command at Site-72 that SCP-7273 had suddenly altered course and was en route to intercept a Global Occult Coalition PHYSICS Strike Team. Calculating that they would not be able to intervene, Site-72 ordered the MTF to halt and deploy a long-range nautical recon camera drone.
[Nightvision activated. GOC recon vessel comes to a complete stop. Ten individuals identified on board: vessel pilot, eight armed PHYSICS Strike Team personnel in Black Suits, and one possible GOC-aligned thaumaturge in black robes and hood. SCP-7273 swarm is dead ahead of GOC vessel and accelerating. It is emitting an audible transmission.]
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SCP-7273:10 In the past, a series of climate disasters like these might have seemed like a silly plot in a bad movie about the apocalypse. Unfortunately, however, this is not a movie.
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[The thaumaturge stands, walks to an open prepared space towards the bow of the vessel and draws a casting pattern on it in black ink.11]
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SCP-7273: We will see more floods, more rising sea levels, more extreme weather disturbances, more ocean acidification…
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[SCP-7273 forms a single tentacle that reaches forward, up out of the water, venom delivery limbs at full attention. The thaumaturge reaches out and removes a glove to display a wrinkled, liver-spotted hand for it to touch.]
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SCP-7273: …think about what they will say when they look you in the eyes and ask, why did you allow this to happen?
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[Contact. There is a brief thrashing in the water from the furthest extremities of SCP-7273, before the entire mass freezes in place and turns dark. The tentacle touching the hand of the thaumaturge crumbles immediately into dust, which spreads into the water at an alarming rate.]
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SCP-7273: (repeating, getting fainter) …why did you allow this to happen…
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[The thaumaturge stands a little straighter, turns around, and removes his hood, revealing an imposing face with an aquiline nose and thin moustache, his skin now smooth and youthful. He gives a signal to the GOC vessel crew, and they start up the engines in full reverse.]
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[The water around the rapidly decaying remains of SCP-7273 turns black and opaque, and dead fish begin to float to the surface. Just as the GOC vessel begins to move, the thaumaturge appears to look directly into the drone camera. He winks.]
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Thaumaturge: It's kind of fun to do the impossible.
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[A dead starfish bubbles up from the surface and obscures the drone camera lens.]
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<TRANSCRIPT ENDS>
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NEW MESSAGE 2
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To: Director C. Malatesta, Site-72
+From: Head Researcher D. Chen, Parazoology
+Subject: Oh dear.
+Date/Time: 2023/07/14, 17:27:02 CEST
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Director, we may need a new file again.
+I've just seen live Instagram footage of some billionaire's beach party being torn apart by coconut crabs, as well as some YouTube video just uploaded of a North Sea vanity expedition being rammed by the largest pod of orcas I've ever seen.
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We've re-mobilized the MTFs. Looks like the rest of the ocean just joined the union.
Filename: redjellyfish.jpg
+Name: Carybdea marsupialis in Civitavecchia (Italy)
+Author: Alessandro Sabucci
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=50450072]
+Additional Notes: Cropped, edited to change color of subject to red
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7300 is contained within the Site-438 pond. In events of extreme weather, an object locker with a grow light has been prepared.
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SCP-7300 currently meets with Dr. Joanna Goodman weekly, both for mental health screenings and physical inspection.
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Description: SCP-7300 is a freshwater phytoplankton1. While SCP-7300 is able to photosynthesize energy, it can also ingest organic matter.
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SCP-7300 is also capable of speech2 at average human decibel levels and has substantial knowledge of human society.
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Discovery
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+SCP-7300 was discovered by Wilson's Wildlife Solutions during a routine blue-green algae test in the Staats Lake of Eugene, Oregon, where it was reportedly "sobbing" and "begging for forgiveness."
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In accordance with the Boring Agreement, SCP-7300 was promptly transferred to Site-438. Following a brief observation period, an interview was conducted by Dr. Wexler.
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<Begin Log>
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SCP-7300: Hey— ah fuck, man— god. Uh. Thanks for moving me to a room with windows. I mean, artificial light is nice and all, but nothin' quite replaces the real thing. But maybe shitty light is just my destiny, 'cause I'm a shitty—
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Dr. Wexler: SCP-7300. Please, stay on track. I've brought you here to answer some questions, and hopefully we can figure out what happened to you, okay?
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SCP-7300: That's the thing— I think I was always like this. A shitty fuckin' mite—
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Dr. Wexler: I'm going to have to ask that you remain calm. I sympathize with your situation, I really do. I got turned into a mosquito once, and lemme tell you, it wasn't very fun. But I got turned back. We can help you.
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SCP-7300: I— okay. Fuck.
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Dr. Wexler: Thank you. To start off… what all do you remember?
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SCP-7300: Um… a lot. My memories are kind of hazy. I remember being born, and feeling like something very wrong was happening. Couldn't quite place it at first— just felt like— like a square peg in a round hole, y'know? Then I realized I was actually a guy peg in an algae hole.
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Dr. Wexler: Plankton hole, actually.
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SCP-7300: A— I'm a fucking plankton? Like— like Spongebob?
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Dr. Wexler: I mean, uh… I guess you're part of the species that inspired the character?
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SCP-7300: Man. I should build a robot. Robot wife… Fuck yeah…
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Dr. Wexler: Sure. So, uh, you mentioned Spongebob, do you have any other memories of human society?
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SCP-7300: Yeah! Tons of 'em. I watched so much cable TV. And I know how to do taxes, like, really well. I'm thinking I was an accountant. I had a wife. And kids. And a kidney stone. And an ex-wife. Turns out divorce papers are harder to fill out than Form W-9s. Way, way harder. I don't remember their names. We lived by a river. Had to move in with my parents later. Then I must've died. That's, uh… that's about it.
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Dr. Wexler: That's… that's a lot. But you're saying that you were once a human, correct?
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SCP-7300: I was. I think. I don't know what god I pissed off for this to happen. But I've been thinking, and it's really not that bad— it's— I don't have to eat— I mean, I can— but.
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Dr. Wexler: But?
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SCP-7300: I just wanna know if this is like, a curse, or some kind of cosmic-level fuck up, or like… god. I don't know. I'm sorry. Shit.
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Dr. Wexler: It's okay. You've given me a lot of information to go off of. We can give you a happy life here, for now. There's a nice pond near here. Maybe I can see if we can put you there?
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SCP-7300: I… I guess? Ponds are nice. Do you have frogs there? Ducks?
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Dr. Wexler: Yeah! A duck recently laid eggs, we're expecting little chicks to pop up any day now.
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SCP-7300: Oh my god. Really?
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Dr. Wexler: Really.
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SCP-7300: That's uh… That's… I don't really know what to say. But, uh, I just… I've got one more worry.
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Dr. Wexler: What is it? If the pond isn't to your liking, we can try and—
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SCP-7300: No— no, the pond sounds great. Wonderful, even. It's just… if this was some kind of cosmic fuckup, where like, my guy peg got put into an algae hole… then what happened to the algae peg that got put into a guy hole?
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Dr. Wexler: That's… we don't even know if that's what happened.
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SCP-7300: No, no, I've got a feeling that is what's happened. I'm a victim here! My body is very much my concern! Because it's mine!
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Dr. Wexler: You're drawing unfounded conclusions and—
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SCP-7300: There's some fucked up baby out there that's eating light and has like, zero brain function! Plankton don't think! I tried talking to them, to my brothers and sisters. They really don't! They get eaten up easily, they don't even think to just swim away! Maybe I should just embrace my position in the food chain and—
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Dr. Wexler: Calm down. Please, just take a deep— uh, just— a deep… photosynthesis? Do you want to go see the pond?
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SCP-7300:Do I?!? Yeah. Fuck yeah. I fucking love ponds.
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Dr. Wexler: Great. Ah— just out the window, you can actually see it from here!
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SCP-7300: Oh fuck. That's a good pond. Shit, dude.
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Dr. Wexler: It really is, huh?
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SCP-7300: Fuck yeah! Hell yeah! Oh man. Y'know what? I take it back—
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Dr. Wexler: The pond, or—
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SCP-7300: I love being a plankton!
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<End Log>
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As of May 1st, 2022, SCP-7300's morale ratings are at an all-time high. As such, investigations into the origins of SCP-7300 have been placed on low priority indefinitely. SCP-7300's psychologist, Dr. Goodman, expressed support for this action, stating the following:
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In this case, doing anything more is unnecessary, and perhaps even harmful. SCP-7300's mental state practically crashes every single interview. Right now, it's finally doing better than ever before.
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The best we can do is give it a happy life, and we're doing just that currently. If you've spoken with SCP-7300, you can tell how it feels.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the recent discovery of SCP-7355, the following containment procedures are incomplete and are to be updated as more data on the anomaly is discovered.
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The Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital is to be purchased by a Foundation front company, with two security guards stationed outside the entrance of SCP-7355. SCP-7355 is to be locked, and individuals attempting to enter are to be redirected. All individuals involved in Dr. Fyodor Andrich's surgery are to be amnesticized.
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A search for Dr. Andrich is ongoing.
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Description: SCP-7355 is Room 305 of the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital and the center of many poorly understood anomalous phenomena. The Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital was founded in 1989 in Scranton, Pennsylvania, by businessman Jacob Heller. Heller founded the hospital after his son, Donovan, died in a car crash.
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SCP-7355 was discovered on 5/11/2023, when Dr. Andrich was transported to the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital after being hit by a car. Dr. Andrich was in critical condition and narrowly avoided breaking his neck in the incident with only minor damage to his cervical vertebrae. He then received care in Room 305 of the hospital. It is worth noting that prior to the incident, the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital did not have a Room 305.
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Although the anomalous properties of SCP-7355 are disparate and poorly understood as of this time, its primary abnormality is its extremely high density of Akiva Radiation. There is approximately 870 times more Akiva Radiation within SCP-7355 than any other room in the hospital. The amount of radiation has been increasing since SCP-7355's discovery. Current radiation levels are characteristic of divine intervention. See Addendum 7355.03 for more details.
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Addendum 7355.01:Appendix of Observed Anomalies
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The following is a list of known anomalous phenomena that occurred during Dr. Andrich's stay within the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital. Further research is ongoing.
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During Dr. Andrich's surgery, several of the doctors moved more precisely than what should have been possible. In a later interview, Dr. Rudolf Watkins described an overpowering, painful force grabbing his hand and moving it for him. Several of the doctors were found to have injuries, bruises, and mild bone fractures on their arms.
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Dr. Andrich's lung had collapsed and was punctured by several ribs, necessitating a lung transplant. During the event, the organs of several Foundation personnel at Site-██ spontaneously demanifested, causing them to require urgent medical care. Several of them claimed to be happy that they had lost their organs, stating that "God wants someone else to have them". These organs were later found within the organ locker at the Donovan Heller Memorial Hospital.
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Halfway through the surgery, the sound of distorted trumpets mixed with children crying was heard from an unknown source for approximately seven minutes. The Akiva Radiation levels within SCP-7355 nearly doubled during this period.
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Throughout the surgery, a liquid consisting of 33% human blood, 15% holy water, and 52% morphine formed on the surface of Dr. Andrich's skin. The liquid appeared to anomalously cause Dr. Andrich's body to regenerate.
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It is believed that had these events not occurred during the operation, Dr. Andrich would have died.
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Addendum 7355.02:Recovered Document
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On 6/20/2023, Dr. Andrich, although not yet discharged from the hospital, had improved in condition enough to be able to use a wheelchair and speak. It was decided to inform him of the anomaly and instruct him to remain alert for any other anomalous phenomena. Dr. Andrich later wrote the following document while in the hospital.
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I can only assume that God wants me to live.
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I mean, knowing that He saved my life, with that hospital room as his agent is something incredible to me. The fact that an anomaly could exist just for me, of all people, is something really amazing. And then the fact that it's religious, I mean, we have the numbers, the data that proves God is involved. Even if it wasn't, it still IS something made just to save my life. A gift from God. A break in existence so that I could survive.
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And then I realized something. I had an epiphany. This isn't the first time God has saved my life. My existence has been fraught with events that should have killed me. When I was born, I was shriveled, yellow, and weak. I honestly would have died if my mother waited. On the advice of her doctor, she would have waited. If she hadn't changed doctors, I wouldn't have survived. A train of inexplicable events all leading to me. My life.
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And even beyond that, there's the time I almost drowned when I was three. When I cut my wrists at 17. When I was 9 and fell off the roof. When I cancelled my flight and then later learned that the plane had crashed. God had to have been with me in all those moments so I could have lived. The coincidences are stacking up, but there has to be a meaning to all of this. A meaning for why people died and I live. Why children become corpses, but the child I was didn't.
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So, I have concluded from the evidence that that room is God and He wants me to survive for some purpose. Am I to be a prophet, a messenger, an agent of His will? I genuinely don't know, but my survival has to have a reason for it. That room. 305. The thing He built for me and only me. It's where God is. Where I'll find Him. So, I am going to it. Back to the central anomaly. The center of God's will. The place of meaning and where I put my life in His hands. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me. Enlightenment is a scalpel and painkillers. [ILLEGIBLE]
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Addendum 7355.03:Exploration Log
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The following is the only footage of an unapproved exploration into SCP-7355 by Dr. Andrich.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Andrich, using a wheelchair, enters SCP-7355. The room has become stretched and distorted, making it difficult to make progress. It takes him five minutes to roll towards the light switch and turn it on.
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The light is blinding, much more than it should be. It reveals that instead of the bed and medical equipment that should be within SCP-7355, there is a massive pile of corpses of children. Some are still bleeding while others are in a state of decay. Their ages vary from 3 to 10. All are dead.
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Andrich's wheelchair collapses and he is thrust upon the ground. Marshalling his strength, he crawls towards the pile of corpses. While doing so he cries and whispers a prayer. The light grows steadily brighter and there is a powerful buzzing noise.
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Andrich coughs up blood from what is believed to be organ failure. The stitches on his left arm break and he cries out in pain, still crawling towards the light. Blood and the crushed bodies of aborted fetuses cover the floor, making it difficult to continue. Andrich still crawls.
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While before the room was stretched out, making it difficult to move, now it is collapsing, causing Andrich to reach the top of the body pile at an impossible speed. The further he gets, the more his condition deteriorates until he appears to be falling like an improperly made doll. The light and buzzing sound increase to painful degrees as Andrich reaches the top of the pile and looks at its peak. Only the image of an operating table can be made out.
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Andrich: What the… this isn't what you were…
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Andrich falls to the ground, sobbing as the light becomes blinding and the buzz becomes earsplitting.
Manhattan Island as observed in Timeline Epsilon-3
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:
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Secure-Area-8014 has been established approximately 50km due East of Podstrana, Croatia. All attendant personnel are required to wear dosimeters at all times within the boundaries of the Secure Site, and secondary physical evaluations may be required after departure from the facility.
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Anthropological Task Force Gamma-10 ("Legio X") has been established in order to evaluate and document any artifacts, art, administrative records, or disavowed individuals provided by SCP-8014.
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Requests for reciprocity made by SCP-8014 are to be transmitted to the Site Director for Secure-Area-8014, as well as Overwatch Command, as Priority-0 communications.
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DESCRIPTION:
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SCP-8014 refers to a multiversal point of commonality known as 'Rome'. Exploration into both adjacent and branching realities has confirmed evidence of SCP-8014 in 98.1% of all habitable timelines. Included within this sample, SCP-8014 has persisted into a modern equivalent and is the dominant, contemporary, geo-political force in 91.5% of all observations to date.
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The observed cultural values, architectural conventions, legal and organizational structures, and other cultural thematic tones of SCP-8014 remain generally consistent between all observed branches. These qualities generally align with available anthropoligical and archeological records from the early Imperial Roman Empire within baseline Reality.
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Although available resources vary highly between individual branches, SCP-8014 is capable of deploying advanced technological and thaumaturgical assets, as well as significant numbers of military and support personnel, across vast theaters of war spanning multiple realities. The degree to which such efficiency and coordination is maintained is the responsibility of a highly organized central authority within SCP-8014 which has been designated as 'Rome Prime'.
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A treaty negotiated between the SCP Foundation and representatives of SCP-8014 has designated our reality as a "neutral" party for the purposes of SCP-8014's campaigns. The terms of this agreement obligate the SCP Foundation to report on any activity it becomes aware of which relates to any entities considered to be 'of interest' by SCP-8014, and provide cooperation within the scope of the treaty. Full terms, conditions, obligations, and considerations are available for view only at the explicit approval of Overwatch Command.
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UPDATE: SCP-8014 has provided an additional designation of 'Theta' for entities which it considers to be both hostile and dangerous. Terms and conditions of reimbursement and compensation for losses sustained in the apprehension of 'Theta' individuals has been ratified and appended to the original treaty.
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A common city square as observed in Timeline Kappa-1
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ADDENDUM 01: DISCOVERY
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On 2023-05-21, multiple seismic and radiological alarms in the vicinity of the Adriatic Sea were triggered suggesting nuclear activity, however, no political entities asserted involvement and there are no known nuclear assets within 250km of the epicenter. Investigation teams from both the Foundation and GOC were able to triangulate the source of the activity and trace it to an area of countryside due East of Podstrana, Croatia. Investigative forces withdrew to a safe distance and established a perimeter.
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The epicenter of the explosion was determined to be a matter-antimatter event which caused significant environmental damage. Aside from livestock there were no observed casualties. Residents of the countryside within 10km of the epicenter were evacuated using the "Hazard-12" cover story.
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Once radiation levels were confirmed to be within acceptable thresholds, investigative and recovery teams observed a badly damaged, steel-frame transport vessel roughly cylindrical in shape, with an approximate diameter of 3-meters and a length of 4.5-meters. Due to structural damage sustained in the explosion, all access hatches had become fused and the object was extracted for further examination.
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During recovery and decontamination, the object was found to contain two living individuals and a third who had succumbed to injuries. Of the two surviving individuals, one was incapable of speech due to mutilation sustained prior to this event; the other spoke an unintelligible dialect of Phoenician, as well as a broken dialect of Greek idenfiable as Hemriote1.
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ADDENDUM 02: EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: INTERROGATION
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Joint consultation between GOC and Foundation Linguistic Experts concluded that fidelity in communication was most likely while utilizing Greek. Temporary detainment facilities were authorized and constructed at the secure location in order to study the detainees, their craft, and make a determination on the precipitating anomaly.
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PRELIMINARY REPORT
+2023-05-23; Secure Area-8014
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Superivising Agent Mylonis, Laurence J.
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As per standard operating procedures, full audio recordings of Interrogations I through VI have been appended to this record in an unedited format as well as the full report. This letter is an Expert Summary of my interactions with Detainee 8014-1, who self-identifies as 'Mago' and whom I interrogated on May the 23rd at significant length.
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The subject reports to be an escaped prisoner who was being detained in an advanced prison facility after his strategic defeat in an ongoing military conflict. The subject described his fellow detainees using the word 'φιλότιμο', or 'philotimo', which when taken in context I believe to mean these were prisoners of war.
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Subject further described the relentless pursuit of his company by the enemy forces and their campaign to evade capture. Linguistically, this was represented by describing his own cohort with the word 'πολύτροπος', or 'polytropos'. Taken in context, I believe this to mean they were some sort of special forces detachment, however, it is possible the subject was instead referring to the manner of their escape.
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In summary, I do not believe the subject is an immediate threat to the safety or security of the Secure Site. They do not understand the mechanics of how they were able to arrive to where they were found, and they express relief to be free from their previous captivity. During my interrogations, at no point did the subject refer to their current situation as captivity. It is unclear if this is relief by comparison, or if they do not yet comprehend the situation.
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It is my recommendation that Linguistic Experts continue teaching the subject Greek so as to further improve the fidelity and complexity of communication. Marking this subject for 30 day review.
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ADDENDUM 03: INTRUSION DETECTED
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On 2023-06-15, approximately 25 days after initial radiological alarms, a significant spike of Gamma radiation was detected from ground-zero at Secure-Site-8014, accompanied by a broadband signal of significant complexity and encryption lasting 60 seconds in total.
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Due to preventative measures accompanying the Secure Site's construction, the signal was blocked from broader interception. However, Secure-Site-8014 lacked the necessary communications equipment to receive, store, and decrypt the initial broadcast. Equipment and personnel were routed to the facility in anticipation of further opportunities for communication.
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While waiting on the arrival of equipment, investigative teams were able to document a pattern of neutrino emissions at ground-zero as well as detect the presence of chronitons, and the implied presence of tachyons. Site security protocols were updated to account for the presence of an active dimensional anomaly and Overwatch Command was alerted to the development.
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Approximately 12 hours later, another Gamma spike occurred as well as another 60 second broadcast of nearly identical amplitude, frequency, and phase as the first signal. A third Gamma spike occurred another 12 hours later, however, resources and personnel had arrived and deployed equipment prior to this broadcast and were able to intercept the signal.
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The carrier wave was determined to contain both radar and radio frequencies.
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The radar frequency contains a short, repeating code which appears to be a challenge or interrogation code often referred to as an IFF (identify-friend-foe) or CID (Combat Identification), used to characterize objects in the field. In short, looking to identify known assets.
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The radio frequency contained an audio message spoken by a humanoid voice using a dialect of Formal Latin. The portion of the signal which was recovered and translated has been included, although it is partial.
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…Authority…
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…Immediate transfer of prisoner…Immediate surrender of vessel…
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…Lack capacity…Autonomy will be questioned…
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ADDENDUM 04: FIRST CONTACT
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Gamma spikes and additional broadcasts continued at 12-hour intervals. Due to insufficient bandwidth and decrypting power with the equipment on site, no further information was recoverable from broadcasts aside from the identification that the final character was changing — apparently counting down to an unidentified end.
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Attempts were made to direct a carrier wave containing a greeting at the spatial anomaly, however it is unknown if these attempts at communication were successful or were received. A detachment of MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") was mobilized to Secure-Area-8014 in anticipation of the countdown's conclusion.
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On 2023-06-20, a signal was received appended with the word "Nulla"2. Concurrent with this broadcast, a massive spike in Gamma radiation and neutrino emissions precipitated a physical tear in the space-time of ground-zero which expanded in a controlled manner until it was approximately 5-meters in diameter.
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Visible beyond the barrier of the spatial anomaly were numerous humanoid entities dressed in military attire with advanced firearms in a 'ready' position. Visual distortions caused by the anomaly rendered an accurate accounting of forces impossible. A single entity crossed the spatial threshold of the anomaly with their open hands raised in a generally accepted gesture of peace.
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This entity presented as a human male, roughly 2 meters in height, approximately 50-years-old, and wearing lamellar plate body armor with a matte silver finish. The pauldrons of this armor displayed a raised Roman Aquila in gold.
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They spoke a single word and halted their advance. Greek linguistic experts already on site identified the word as "στρατηγός", or 'Strategos'.
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Acting Site Director, Dr. Laurence Mylonis, was assigned to Secure-Site-8014 as the head of the Linguistics team and as such is capable of speaking and identifying several dialects of Greek. He was briefed and escorted to meet the unidentified entity. A colloquial transcript of this encounter has been provided, however the unedited audio is also attachced to this document.
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Mylonis: Strategos? Are you requesting one, or identifying yourself as one?
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Sertorius: I will parlay with your commander, or whatever authority you empower with accountability.
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Mylonis: Well, I am the highest ranking person here, and I can can also speak with you without the aid of a translator. If you demand a greater authority, that's going to take some time. Would you mind starting by telling me who you are, and who you represent?
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Sertorius: You may call me Legatus Sertorius, and I have the glorious honor to represent Empire. <At the uttering of 'Empire', the personnel on the other site of the spatial anomaly strike their fists against their chests in unison.>
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Mylonis: Alright, Legatus Sertorius, I am Site Director Laurence Mylonis. I will try to be direct. What is your interest here? I am assuming you and your people were the source of the signals we received? If so, it is unfortunate I must report that we could only partially understand your transmission.
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Sertorius: The message was a courtesy to warn you of my arrival; Feel no shame for I am here now, Site Director. I wish this meeting were under more auspicious circumstances, but I must demand the immediate surrender of the prisoners, as well as the vessel they escaped in.
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Mylonis: If they are your prisoners we would be prepared to surrender them back into your custody, but we have a great many questions about what happened here. Their arrival was *very* destructive to this area. Understanding what took place and how, as well as who you are and who you represent, is of great importance to who I represent.
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Sertorius: We have scanned your reality in the time since our first transmission and you appear to have already been purged of The Enemy. Although we did detect trace genetic remnants in your population, The Authority has designated you risk-null. It is not in your best interests to pursue a relationship with Empire unless you are prepared to cooperate with our war efforts. But if you insist, we will consider it.
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Mylonis: I see. That carries heavy implications, indeed. Uh, well…may I have some time to consult my own governing body?
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Sertorius: You may. In the mean time I suggest you direct your forces to prepare the prisoners for transport. I will give you one hour's time.
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Mylonis: Then I had better get started.
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ADDENDUM 05: DIRECTIVE OF O5 COMMAND
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A communications summary was transmitted to Overwatch Command and the O5-Council on emergency channels for priority response. These communications have been classified independently from this document and are not available as part of the record, however, the final response and updated orders have been attached.
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Site Director Mylonis,
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While we acknowledge your eloquent plea for asylum, is it our final response that we will not offer it. Without time to properly evaluate the political situation which led to their imprisonment, and without proper time to consider any rebuttals by this 'Authority' or 'Empire' which detained them, an informed decision is impossible in the timeframe provided.
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We will not risk an open conflict with an apparent interdimensional military force over the lives of two anomalous prisoners of war. The GOC concurs with our assessment.
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You are instructed to request the ability to escort the POW's to their detainment, and use this opportunity to collect intelligence on SCP-8014, including insights into its capabilities, intentions, and priorities. We will handle the assignment of a new Site Director during your absence and your appointment will be available to you upon your return.
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A response to these final orders was transmitted from Secure-Site-8014 however the priority communication channel had been closed. Several weeks after transmission, the response was found stored in a message buffer and has been recorded for posterity. The repsonse is to be considered part of this record pending consideration for additional classification.
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I was only imploring you to try.
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Everything about these POWs suggests they have the same general sense of human morality, ethics, and sensibility that we do. The fact they speak a language we can identify and speak back, the way they look, the broadcasts, all of it suggests an alternate reality or a branching timeline based on our own. They are *us*, and they are at war.
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There isn't a single nation on this Earth that would deny to even hear an escaped POW's request for asylum if they turned up in their borders. To refuse to consider this is a crime against Humanity. This isn't protecting the veil, this is murder. And to put a cherry on top you are sending me sight unseen into an anomaly for raising this protest?
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Respectfully get bent,
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After acknowledgment of orders, Site Director Mylonis was fitted with recording equipment and standard field research kits. Detainees 8014-1 & 8014-2 received preliminary medical treatment and were given 1.5 rations each, which were consumed prior to departure.
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ADDENDUM 06: PRELIMINARY EXPLORATION
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After the departure of the SCP-8014 entities, their detainees, and Dr. Mylonis, the dimensional aperture through which they left reduced in size until it was approximately 20 centimeters in diameter. Since that time, the anomaly has remained both stable and consistent in size and allows for bi-directional communication between Secure-Site-8014 and a single communications station within SCP-8014 designated "Station Theta".
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Approximately 5 months after initial departure, Station Theta broadcasted a message that the portal would be opening again in 60 seconds. Upon its expansion, Legatus Sertorius exited holding a bundle of documents and requested to speak with Command.
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Within his possession were the personal effects of Dr. Laurence Mylonis which he was returning. The Legatus described that Mylonis was both missing in action and believed to be alive at this time. Among these possessions was a notebook containing detailed, hand-written accountings of experiences and travel throughout the attempted prisoner escort. The Legatus was clear that these documents had been reviewed by SCP-8014 and deemed 'safe' for return. They are transcribed below.
Whatever radiation was put out by the spatial distortion, it was enough to fry my field equipment as soon as I crossed the threshold, as well as giving me some nasty burns. The cohort I traveled with was able to give me some sort of medication to treat the damage both on the surface and to my DNA. Apparently they were used to dealing with this form of travel. Six hours later, I feel good.
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We made a smart decision to teach Mago more Greek, but if we were wise rather than just smart we would have let him teach us Phoenician. It's becoming increasingly important that I can communicate with the prisoners without these wannabe-Romans knowing, and none of them appear to know or understand the strange Phoenician dialect. Learning will be slow but we have time each and every night. I am told we should expect about a month to get to where we need to go.
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Wherever we are, it appears remarkably similar to our Earth other than it looks like the front lines just after the conclusion of a bloody war. The clouds are thick and heavy, and ash falls on us while we travel. Nuclear winter perhaps? The terrain here seems like it translates or conforms to the terrain around the Secure Site. I believe we're headed West but it's tough to tell with how thick the clouds are.
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With the cameras and recorders fried, all of these will have to be written out. Sorry in advance for my handwriting.
The other day we met up with another detachment and to my surprise they had several armored personnel transports. I can't be sure what powered them but they were not running on internal combustion. It was tough to see much of anything from inside the transport, but both Mago and his mute friend both became considerably more tense with each passing minute inside of those confines. Not to trivialize it, but perhaps PTSD.
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The mute one, whom Mago simply calls 'My Friend', snapped after several hours and attempted to take the firearm of one of our guards. We are not fed well, his strength wasn't as robust as he probably thought it was. Poor guy took a nasty pistol whip to the right temple and that was lights out. Bleeding head wounds are a bad sign; he hasn't woken up yet and it's been several hours.
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I tried to give medical attention but was refused. Demanded to speak with Sertorius but was also denied. I'm 'an observer', like that's supposed to erase my obligations. Mago calmed me down. I asked him why he wasn't more upset?
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He said this was hardly the worst he'd seen, and it was a miracle both of them were still alive. The Romans have had him dead to rights a dozen times over, if his stories are to be believed. I feel as if I will be sick, but the steely grit Mago shows gives me some measure of additional strength.
Whatever our destination was, it seemed to be a large complex. Massive, actually. We reached some sort of a gate checkpoint that marked our transition to the interior of a facility. I guess I can't be certain we were indoors, but I could no longer see the perpetual gray of the clouds anymore, and I could count the passing of artificial lights overhead through the narrow window of the APT. Like you can do with streetlights on the road.
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Our 'Friend' with the head wound was taken to medical when we disembarked; Mago and I were ushered elsewhere. We sat in holding for a couple of hours before some sort of pill was shoved down our throats and we entered 'the panopticon'.
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In the middle of this cylindrical chamber was a truly startling sight. A great automaton of gilded metals and some sort of loud, energetic humming floated, gently rotating, in the center. It looked like a massive, two-faced head. One face seemed to be male with a stately beard and eyes of a sterile, infernal red. The other face, feminine and strangely compassionate looking, with eyes of electric blue. Both mouths were slightly agape and I was struck by this pit of dread deep in my stomach; an indescribable fear that they were just about to speak. I don't know what they would say but I didn't want to hear it. They seemed to watch our every move.
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All throughout the chamber were arched doorways outside of apparently empty coves. Only about half a dozen out of what must have easily been hundreds of these doorways were 'active', and contained an aperture remarkably similar to the one we found in Croatia. Or maybe I should say, that found us. Perhaps these 'inactive' apertures were simple too small for me to see with the naked eye.
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Mago, myself, the Legatus, and several fresh-faced members of the cohort were ushered through the portal where we found ourselves in a grassy field under warm, partly cloudy skies. The fact it had been more than a week since I'd seen the sun made me forget the strange horror only moments behind us. At least for a minute.
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Mago puked when we arrived, but was quickly pulled back up to his feet.
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I puked twenty seconds later. I do not like these portals.
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We had some time to talk quietly amongst ourselves, Mago and I. He told me stories of his home, in his native tongue, which I was mostly able to follow. It sounds like a lovely place. It sounds as if he was someone important where he comes from; a general, or a high ranking administrator with access to some amount of classified information. State secrets are spooky in any language.
This reality appeared to be an active war zone and we were in danger almost immediately after we disembarked. Although I believed it to be sunny and tranquil, the area around our entry was consumed by some sort of guerrilla-style conflict utilizing a mismatched variety of technologies from ancient to advanced. We traveled on foot until we reached a city with a bridge over a wide river. The flags flying here bore an Aquila similar to the ones worn by the Legatus, and several of the troops we traveled with referred to it as friendly territory.
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Just before we could cross the bridge, the Legatus waved his troops down, and myself and Mago were pushed down onto our stomachs presumably out of harm's way.
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An enemy force was visible on the opposite bank. They approached from the opposite end of the bridge while escorting a 10-meter-tall elephant (I believe it was a very large L. africana) clad in large segments of what appeared to be ceramic ballistic plate. The elephant supported three different enclosed platforms from which soldiers were able to fire from using long rifles. They opened fire on my escorts without preamble.
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A number of hippopotami flanked the elephant, eight I believe, but I am not actually certain. These beasts were clad in what appeared to be similar ballistic plate and had two, large, shoulder-mounted guns, their design remarkably similar to Gatling-style rotary cannons. The hippopotami did not appear to have a handler or 'rider'. I'm not certain how they were able to fire their weapons.
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There were a number of pieces of technology I could not identify on both the elephant as well as the scattered troops around it, including some sort of advanced occular arrays, and what were probably various prosthetics and cybernetics. I got as close a look as I felt I safely could in an attempt to see the technology in action, however, I was repeatedly thrown behind cover by the Romans throughout the skirmish. The troops attacking our position seemed intent on getting to Mago.
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Forces belonging to SCP-8014 were unable to stop the invading force with small arms fire and elected to destroy the bridge using some sort of alchemical concoction kept in large clay jars beneath it. The attackers and their animals appeared to suffer total loss after falling into the river, but I can't say for certain.
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The Legatus would not answer my questions telling me only that those were 'The Great Enemy', and assuring me we were blessed by Fortuna herself to have survived being so poorly armed. Seeing those guns in action, I believe him. Nearly 1/3 of our detachment is dead.
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Mago and I spoke in his tongue when things calmed down, and he forgave me for not taking up arms with the enemy, although I admit I am not completely sure why. He said, if his home was at risk he would have done the same. I told him some stories of Nebraska, but I doubt they were as impressive as the tales he has told me.
The last several days have been nothing but running from cover to cover and hiding. I have not been permitted a light with which to write by at night until now. We've been under near constant attack, or at least in the vicinity of near constant fighting, ever since the battle at the bridge.
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This morning we reached what I can only describe as a rudimentary airport which had a great and grand 'control tower' that stretched many many stories up into the sky. Whatever technology it possesses, it was grossly out of scope as compared to the small arms fire we've run into so far. I'm told our transport is on the way here. We have several more realities yet to cross.
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Mago wanted to make a run during one of the more intense skirmishes yesterday, before we got to the airport, and tried to convince me to go with him. I was able to stop him by talking him down until our window had closed. It's not that I don't want to escape this 'escort', but we cannot afford to lose the safety. He assures me that we would be (safe), but I don't feel confident. Maybe it's just shellshock. This is twice I've rejected his offer to escape. I am not sure he'll ask again.
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Something is going on here they're not telling me. Why is there all this trouble for a single man across so many realities? Why use a General to personally escort a single POW through a warzone? Perhaps he possesses some incredible intelligence they need to extract, but for the sake of my conscience, I hope not.
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I have only seen a couple of 'airplanes' in the hours since we got to the airport. Whatever designs and technology they have in play here, I am impressed. Their planes don't seem to need much runway and take off and land at much sharper angles than the ones I am used to. While modern aviation is certainly inspired by the way many animals fly (minus jet engines), whatever SCP-8014 is doing seems to have genuinely captured the idea of flight at scale. The designs curve somewhat, like how a falcon flaps their wings.
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The engineering is breathtaking.
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I feel as if my Phoenician has come along quite a bit, but Mago has told me it is called 'Punic' which makes all the sense in the world now that it's been said out loud. I am not sure how to feel about the revelation that a simple series of historical conflicts more than 2,000 years old is apparently consuming the multiverse?
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I want to ask him questions, about Hannibal, Dido, Baal Hammon3, and his wife Tanit, but there is no disguising proper nouns between languages and if the Romans believe I am exchanging intelligence, well…that strikes me as a bad idea.
We have arrived to another desolate world although I am thankful for the calm that greets us here rather than the constant warfare.
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Whatever is going on here, we've been in ground transports the entire time and passing nothing but open air mining operations. I see great machines with conveyor belts and teeth chewing up rock and metal as far as the eye can see, in all directions. If there is war in this world, it is nowhere near here.
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Huge smokestacks belch black smoke in the distance, the air around them tinted a strange, caustic yellow. Foundaries, perhaps? I saw what looked like a bore hole that must have been 5km across with a massive complex built over the opening obviously intended to extract whatever they were mining from deep, deep within the Earth; a feat of engineering beyond the reckoning of any undertaking Humanity had ever attempted to date.
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I asked the Legatus what I was looking at and he described it all simply as 'the war effort'. Production, I suppose. Raw materials becoming weapons, vehicles, armor, bullets, hull plates, and other things I can only guess at.
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During our transit through this reality, Mago became exceptionally tense, white knuckling the hem of his own pants and shirt until I was certain he was going to rip them. When I asked him if he was alright, his words gripped a place in me that made my heart shudder.
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"This is the future of all worlds with the temerity to thrive or survive without them. This is what they will have done to my home, my life, and my future. If they find my home, everything is lost. Everything."
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This does not seem like the sort of thing I can ask the Legatus about.
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I tried to talk to Mago more about this for several hours but I'm being watched far closer than usual now. I do not the think our escort fooled me and they can actually speak Punic, but I believe they can assess we are growing close and communicate often. I'm sure the Legatus would put a stop to it if he wanted to.
I was told to prepare for my last day of travel with Mago.
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The reality we are crossing now seems stable, healthy, 'normal'. We've been carried across many hundreds of miles of road in quiet, powerful vehicles through bustling cities full of commerce and traffic and people seemingly…living very normal lives. Certainly the occasional military checkpoint but otherwise very mundane.
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I would describe the level of technology here as deceptively advanced. Most obvious in the cars and public transports that criss-cross the grids of the road, which move with virtually no noise and without tires, seemingly hovering but a few inches above the ground. Some sort of repulsor technology?
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The apartments, homes, domiciles, whatever you'd like to call them, are built tall, sleak, and modern with little space used on greenery. But in between every cluster of homes is a gorgeous plaza with marbled statuary, sculpted topiary, and lucious gardens to walk through. Places for music to fill the square, artists to paint nature, avenues for children to frolick and play, and courts for athletes to compete. These people thrived. And all of this was taking place between great skycrapers of business and commerce which appeared to sprinkle in between ancient ruins. It was if they had exchanged all their shrubberies for historical sites.
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How could these same people employ the barbarity I witnessed on the way here? Do these people, these common citizens, even know what's happening? Would they care if they did know?
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Mago seemed especially touched by this leg of the journey. When I asked him if it was because he knew it was coming to an end, he shook his head no but would not clarify. Perhaps he sees his own future that was taken from him in this peaceful landscape. I can only speculate.
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Before I took to my bunk for the night, my new friend asked me if I had ever served (in the military). I had to answer no but I explained to him that the Foundation shares a considerable overlap with the principles of national service. To give your life quietly, gladly, to protect the freedom and safety of all. He said he respected that and was glad to know we were brothers in arms. I believe him.
The obvious question is why it would take me three days to update after the implications of my last entry, and I am sure the text will explain itself. We entered another of their Panopticons, guided by another of their two-faced automotons, and stepped through another of their apertures. But this time, we did not emerge on 'Earth' in any way I could describe it.
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Before me was a rich, rolling landscape of vibrant greens and amber waves. Stretching out before us was the most tranquil open road I've ever laid my eyes upon. As if I were back in high school driving that beat up Corvette me and my father restored, top down, on a long stretch of open road on an equally long Nebraska summer night.
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My eyes continued on down the road. At the horizon, a grand expanse of towers and skysrapers which, at this distance, must have easily been hundreds of stories tall. Amidst their center were seven distinct towers all larger than the rest and oriented with the tallest in the middle. Everything else on the horizon seemed to slope down and away from this single tower as if it were the center of the universe. And that, my friends, is a literary device called foreshadowing.
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As my eyes continued up, seeing the rosy, dusky sky above the distant ecumenopolis, the tranquility of the ground gave way to the brilliant silence of a starry sky. Several wedge shaped ships hung seemingly motionless at the border between the warm colors of the atmosphere and the gelid black of space. Parked here, above their Capitol, it was likely a single fleet but my mind could not help but question what sort of enemies they wrestle with that they would need such defenses.
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My eyes continued upward. Then my joy and peace and delight were taken from me.
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Up there, where there should have been stars as the sun set behind the horizon, was a figure of a size beyond my ability to describe. She was the sky.
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The great and terrible visage of a woman stretched across the vault of the heavens, her torso covering what must have been millions of kilometers across.
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Her skin, appearing fair and pure as ivory, perhaps slightly marbled, almost reminiscent of the surface of the moon…was bound with vicious-looking links of chain that would have terrified me for their sheer scale all on their own.
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The woman's arms outstretched as if she were hung upon a cross, wrists wrapped many times over with these cosmic chains as her fingers grasped tightly, pulling against their restraint. Darkened spots of golden ichor flowed from the open wounds caused by the bite of those infernal chains into her flesh. And at the fringes of her skin, the substance evaporated away into a darkly beautiful haze.
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Planets or planetoids seemed to hold as the anchor points for this grand binding. Their surfaces served to lock into place the other end of these chains, with huge fissures visible across their surface even from my distant vantage point. To imagine how far down those chains must be anchored…
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The figure's head lolled to the side, her eyes and upper face covered by some sort of great metal veil. It would have been beautiful for how ornate, how gothic, it was. The brass or bronze coloration of this veil appearing in darkly beautiful contrast to the rest of the ivory-white horror. I saw there, at her temples, where the veil was anchored into her flesh with spikes, were great streams of that same, golden, plasmotic blood having run down the sides of her face. Whether they were dried or still flowing, I could not say.
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The titan's nose wrinkled up, her cheekbones tensed, jaw clenched. She was in pain? Wincing. I thought I had seen agony before but this was truly the face of it. My fragile mind was fully prepared to rationalize this away as a monument. A tribute to the thousands of realities which must be at their beck and call. And yet this grand goddess in chains moved before my very eyes. She rolled her head, carefully, gingerly, to rest against the other shoulder. The wince upon her face sharpened and softened as the movement carried out and she struggled against what must have been a pain so sharp it refuses to be described.
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Untold minutes passed as the Romans let us look upon their greatness. When I finally broke my trance, I noticed Mago had yet to break his. Tears streamed down his face in unblinking terror and I understood.
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I would continue to describe my journey from this point but I feel you will be as bitterly disappointed in the details I can pour into it as I would be in writing them. What right have I speak of the splendors of their "Home World" now, after witnessing the testament of a chained titan? How can I describe beauty built by man witnessed so closely after the agony of god?
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We were taken aboard a transport craft and brought to the very edge of their ecumenopolis where Mago and I were allowed to say our goodbye. We held each other in a final, brief hug. The type of embrace that only men who have survived gunfire could share. The type of embrace between brothers who understood they would never see each other again. And as we withdrew, he put a hand on my shoulder and spoke to me in the Punic he had taught me.
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"Do as they say, brother. For if you do not, your world will share the same fate as the desolation we traveled through. They already know where you call home, and soon they will know of mine." And at that he looked up to the starry sky obscured by cosmic suffering. "Let me go. Let all of this go. Promise me this much, if you can."
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But in my heart I knew I could not. I looked him in the eyes and replied as best I could in my broken grasp of his language. "Why? What could you have done across all of time and space to suffer this?"
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He looked at me with a smile almost wistful as the guards pulled us apart. As if he knew there was either no answer to satisfy me, or as if he knew there was no way he'd be allowed to tell.
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ADDENDUM 07: FORMAL NEGOTIATIONS
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The following is a declassified transcript of a portion of the negotiations taking place at Secure-Site-8014 between O5-3 and Legatus Sertorius on 2024-01-14. This meeting took place at the invitation of the O5-Council after deliberation upon the contents of Addendum 06. Attention reader: this transcript begin in medias res.
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O5-3: So in accepting those terms, I believe we can move on to less materials details. Such as the status and location of Doctor Mylonis, and what we can do about that. Can you tell me how you lost him?
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Sertorius: In some sense, yes, I can. The truth is that I do not formally know where he is, and should we ever find him, he has been designated Theta. Your Mylonis was returning to this reality under significantly reduced guard and their transport was ambushed. During the confusion, he elected to retreat with The Enemy, thereby foregoing all protection and tolerance. And frankly, also shirking any interest we may have had in attempting to work with you in the future.
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O5-3: I understand a single, seemingly duplicitous point of first content is a bad foot to start on but you can surely acknowledge we've turned things around in these negotiations.
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Sertorius: Yes, your pragmatism serves you well. It was bold of you to invite me here and I respect that.
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O5-3: As we've outlined, I think you'll find we have several very unique resources we can lease or loan, which you are specially qualified to keep a handle on.
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Sertorius: You've made the best of your available leverage. This is certain.
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<The two stand up from their table and shake hands.>
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O5-3: Before you go and — totally off the record — can you tell me anything more about your Home World? It sounds fascinating. Wondrous, even.
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Sertorius: You might like to see it one day? I'm sure that can be arranged. To look upon the sapphire spires of the triumph of Rome, towering above all…It's quite the sight. The foundations of our Empire run from the very core of the Earth all the way beyond the vault of the sky. Our power extends from the center of the universe and into the very fringes of what even the most simple barbarian could call civilization.
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O5-3: It would be an honor to visit.
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Sertorius: I'm sure. Countless trillions of souls within the Empire never have the opportunity to even set foot on Rome Prime's soil, let alone be invited within those walls.
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O5-3: How many worlds like ours are there? That you have seen.
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Sertorius: What? Worlds where Rome did not endure? Fret not, Overseer. Our ancestors did their job in salting the earth of Carthage. You have them to thank for your freedom. The number of realities like yours both swells and shrinks each day.
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O5-3: So that's what this boils down to? 'Carthago Delenda Est'?
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Sertorius: No, Overseer. We destroy it so that Rome may live. We obliterate their symbols so that all may know the price of defiance. We till their soil and sew salt into their earths so that everyone who might look to the flames of their rebellion knows that life flourishes only where we permit that it may. We took their queen, we took their goddess, we took their future. Everything. And we chained it to the vault of the sky so that all of Reality, all of Creation, may look upon our works and know that only Rome. Is. Eternal.
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O5-3: I…does that not sound like a tremendous burden to bear? To know that every day is a chase across various realities with an enemy that is equally as eternal as you are? One that you'll never snuff out in totality so long as a single reality remains for Carthage to pop up…
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Sertorius: It is much less of a burden when you know that your victory is assured. There is no end to the number of triumphs I may yet win, wherever this war may take me.
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O5-3: Well then. Pax Romana, Legatus.
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Sertorius: One day, Overseer.
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<The two shake hands one more time and part. Recording end.>
Special Containment Procedures: At least two Foundation members must be present for any interaction with SCP-825. One member must be designated Monitor and remain at least 2 m from SCP-825 at all times. If accidental application occurs, the Monitor should notify the security team. The Monitor must not attempt removal of SCP-825 without supervision.
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It is recommended that test subjects should not have SCP-825 applied for more than 180 minutes. Any experiment involving longer application must have security team present for removal, as test subject may behave unpredictably.
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Description: SCP-825 is a standard-sized helmet of medieval design. The degree of wear is consistent with this dating, provided SCP-825 has been well cared for. This is entirely probable, as it was liberated from [DATA EXPUNGED] despite frequent use [DATA EXPUNGED] how long the group had been in possession of SCP-825, as the only surviving members were not present when [DATA EXPUNGED] and has itself been designated SCP-███. Efforts are still in place to track down anyone else involved in the incident.
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SCP-825 has the property of inducing visions in any who wear it. Testing indicates that SCP-825 does not need to be worn on the head, but that insertion of any part of the body within the volume enclosed by the helmet will count as application. Upon application, the subject will be unable to move any part of their body below the neck until SCP-825 is removed. During application, the subject will be unable to see, feel, or otherwise sense their surroundings, with the exception of sounds which the subject will hear as muted and distant. The subject will also experience highly convincing visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, tactile, and nociceptive hallucinations. The form and nature of the hallucination varies depending on subject. The only common element is the disturbing and unpleasant nature of the hallucinations, focusing on the subject's phobias and neuroses.
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Addendum A: The subject is invariably highly motivated to be removed from SCP-825, and will go to great lengths to avoid repeat application. When SCP-825 is removed, the subject remains physically unharmed, although — depending on the duration and nature of the exposure — may suffer from PTSD or mental breakdown. Frequent prolonged exposure results in total mental breakdown and insanity.
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Experimental Log: Please include subject ID and any pertinent biographical or psychological information as well as test results. All tests are of a duration of 30 minutes unless otherwise stated.
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All subjects whose psychological profile indicates distinctive paranoias, phobias, or neuroses are earmarked as potential SCP-825 subjects.
Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14729
+Info: First test subject
+Results: Subject reported an initial period of blackness before vision returned. Subject responded to questions, but complained that it was difficult to hear. After 10 seconds, subject began screaming and demanded to be released. When questioned, his only response was, "They're cutting me, they're cutting me, get me out." When informed that he would remain until the question was answered, subject hurriedly described the hooded figures who were slowly dismembering him. Further detail of the vision was provided after the experiment.
+Additional Comments: The effect of SCP-825 is much as expected from reports provided by [DATA EXPUNGED] though this currently remains a theory.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14783
+Info: Profile indicates subject had a near-death experience after falling into a frozen lake as a child.
+Results: Subject described being trapped in a small room slowly filling up with water. After 10 minutes, subject became unresponsive to questioning. Technicians discussed removing SCP-825 when subject resumed speaking, describing the room now filling with icy cold water. Process was repeated with foul and polluted water. Each time subject grew more agitated. Process repeated with blood and then liquid excrement. After 317 minutes subject no longer responded to questioning. SCP-825 was removed. Subject remained unresponsive, and was terminated after 7-day observation period.
+Additional Comments: The escalating pattern is clear, as is the focus on the subject's personal phobias.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14791
+Info: Profile indicates subject suffers from arachnophobia.
+Results: Unexpectedly, subject experienced a vision of being sexually assaulted by several former cellmates. Subsequent investigation revealed that such an attack occurred during a previous incarceration. SCP-825 was removed for 10 minutes and then the subject was informed that it would be reapplied. Subject answered intimate questions and followed demeaning instructions in a frantic attempt to prevent reapplication. Reapplication resulted in a similar vision, except all participants were now covered in spiders. After removal, subject damaged restraints in his attempt to escape and was sedated.
+Additional Comments: Containment facility outfitted with stronger restraints.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: Experimental animal CAN16925
+Info: adult canine
+Results: SCP-825 applied for 90 seconds. Subject displays considerable discomfort, and cowers from SCP-825 after removal. When restrained and approached with SCP-825, subject became highly aggressive. Subject was later terminated without further experimentation.
+Additional Comments: This confirms that SCP-825 is also effective on non-humans. Request submitted for talking bird or signing ape for further experimentation.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: Technician ████ and Security Personnel ██████
+Info: Accidental application.
+Results: The circumstances of application are unknown, but both subject were discovered holding SCP-825 with their fingers just inside the rim. Their positions suggest that ████ was first to be exposed, and that ██████ was exposed in the attempt to remove SCP-825 from him. It is estimated that subjects were exposed for 9 hours before discovery. Both were unresponsive.
+Additional Comments: Containment procedures updated to prevent a similar incident occurring: in subsequent experimentation, SCP-825 will be applied to some other appendage rather than the head, so that facial expressions of subjects may also be monitored.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14827
+Info: Subject sentenced for 4 counts of homicide, the earliest being his father who it is suspected was abusive. Subject has two younger sisters of whom he is fiercely protective. (See history of violent incidents with other inmates, resulting from insults against his family.)
+Results: It was predicted that the subject would likely relive an incident of abuse against himself or his family by his deceased father, whom the subject greatly feared. While this was broadly the case, the subject found himself in the position of the attacker, unwillingly committing a series of increasingly violent physical and sexual attacks against his mother and two sisters.
+Additional Comments: Subject was discovered in his cell the next morning, having committed suicide. While SCP-825 does not directly cause physical harm, clearly the mental effects can result in indirect harm. Care must be taken in the post-processing of subjects, particularly those of continuing value.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14833
+Info: Profile indicates subject suffers from musophobia, and possesses low levels of intelligence and imagination.
+Results: As expected, the subject reported perceiving confinement in a room with several rodents. When asked if he was being bitten, the subject responded "No… wait, now they are." Further suggestions as to how the vision could be worse (e.g., larger rats, being restrained, being confined in a tiny box filled with rats, the rats specifically attacking subject's eyes and genitals) were all subsequently introduced into the subject's vision after a short delay.
+Additional Comments: While it may be possible for the sequence to be a natural progression similar to that experienced by other subjects, there is a significant correspondence in the timing of the suggestions to their inclusion. It seems that the visions are related to the subject's ability to conceive of the scenario. The escalation may be the natural consequence of the subject speculating on ways in which their situation could be worse. In the case of D14833, the subject was unimaginative enough that such speculation did not occur until prompted.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14856
+Info: Subject was sedated prior to application. SCP-825 was removed before consciousness was regained.
+Results: Subject reported disturbing nightmares, but did not seem as affected as previous subjects. Subject did not recognize SCP-825 and did not resist application. Subject reacted normally and displayed the usual reaction to SCP-825 afterward.
+Additional Comments: It seems that the visions still occur during unconsciousness, but that the unconscious mind is less affected.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D148-MSN03
+Info: Subject is mentally subnormal.
+Results: When questioned about his initial experience, subject responded that there were people "being mean" to him. Promptings and suggestions were able to affect the nature of the visions to a degree; however, subject was unable to comprehend anything but the simplest suggestions; thus, advanced scenarios did not manifest.
+Additional Comments: This test seems to confirm the active role that the subject's own imagination plays in determining the nature of the visions, which are limited to that which the subject can conceive.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: D14873
+Info: Profile indicates that subject suffers from ophidiophobia.
+Results: Rather than a snake-related vision as predicted by the subject's profile, the subject instead found himself torturing a number of dogs in various ways. The subject was unable to explain why this should be the case. When threatened with further application, the subject confessed to an incident in his childhood. Biometrics together with inconsistencies in the story indicate that it was a fabrication created to avoid application. As an extension to the test, on return to the general population the subject was (falsely) informed that D14850 had committed acts of cruelty against dogs. (D14850 was a convicted serial killer, but no evidence suggests that he was guilty of animal abuse.) D14850 was later found beaten to death by subject, who was subsequently terminated.
+Additional Comments: It seems that SCP-825 is capable of exploiting psychological vulnerabilities even the subject is not aware of. It is also clear that as an interrogation tool, SCP-825 suffers from the same risks of false confessions as all other advanced interrogation techniques.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: Laboratory rat (Rattus norvegicus, Sprague-Dawley strain (female, age 7 months)
+Info: the Sprague-Dawley strain of rat has been bred for docility and ease of handling.
+Results: SCP-825 was turned upside-down, and test subject was placed within. Test subject immediately began convulsing and spasmodically voiding its bowels and bladder; after 15 seconds of convulsions, subject died.
+Additional Comments: Necropsy indicates that subject died of massive heart attack caused by adrenaline surge. Further experiments with Sprague-Dawley rats had similar results, with median exposure time before cardiac failure being 9.32 seconds.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: Laboratory rat (Rattus norvegicus, Wistar strain (female, age 7 months)
+Info: the Wistar strain of rat is known for being more active than most other strains of laboratory rats.
+Results: SCP-825 was turned upside-down, and test subject was placed within. Test subject immediately voided its bowels and bladder, then began distress vocalizations and biting motions. After 15 seconds, SCP-825 was turned right-side-up; upon retrieval, test subject immediately began biting research assistant G████████ through his glove, causing serious damage to G████████'s index finger before being flung across the room and dying on impact with the opposing wall.
+Additional Comments: Further experiments with Wistar rats reveal that exposure to SCP-825 consistently leads to drastically heightened aggressiveness in survivors, with social grooming activities being reduced or eliminated; cannibalistic infanticide is ubiquitous. All test subjects have died of heart attack immediately upon second exposure to SCP-825.
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Date: ██-██-20██
+Subject: Earthworm (Lumbricus terrestris, (age 14 months)
+Results: SCP-825 was turned upside-down, and test subject was placed within. After 15 seconds, SCP-825 was turned right-side-up; upon retrieval, subject manifested no discernible behavioral changes. Necropsy revealed no differences in brain structure between test subject and control subject.
+Note:This is significant progress: we seem to have found a lower limit beyond which this SCP is ineffective. - Dr. ███
After conventional methods fail to contain a lost Prometheus Laboratories technology, Mobile Task Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") is deployed to put down the anomaly for good.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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The following documentation was formerly classified Q Clearance by order of the O5 Council because of its relationship with the Bowe Commission and Mobile Task Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box"). As part of the declassification program of Omega-7 documents for Project Resurrection, this document has been approved and permitted access to Level 3/Resurrection clearance personnel or higher.
Special Containment Procedures: The samples of SCP-8477's remains recovered in the aftermath of Operation "Final Ashes", specifically paramaterials closely related to SCP-8477-1, are currently contained inside an Anomalous Materials Vault equipped with anti-electromagnetic equipment to neutralize its potential reattraction to SCP-8477-1.
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SCP-8477-1 is contained in Storage Unit-744 with an anti-electromagnetic field around the chamber. SCP-8477-1's storage vault has been modified to allow scientific and engineering personnel to observe and experiment with the object. Because of the current malfunctioning state of SCP-8477-1 after Operation "Final Ashes," research personnel are advised to be cautious when interacting with SCP-8477-1. In the case of an emergency, Area-25 security must be dispatched to neutralize the threat.
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By orders of the Director of "Pandora's Box" Initative and the SCP-8477 Head Researcher, Dr. Philip Grant, security personnel are strictly prohibited to use lethal force that could incapacitate the research and possible development of SCP-8477-1 in the future.
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Updated Special Containment Procedures: Following Incident 076-OMEGA on 19/03/2006, all materials related to SCP-8477 and SCP-8477-1 were destroyed due to the detonation of Area-25's on-site warhead. Because of the destruction of the object, the file is waiting approval by RAISA to be archived.
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Description: SCP-8477 was a semi-humanoid amalgamation formed by multiple metallic-composed materials, which included metallic paramaterials, electrical components, metallic infrastructure, oxidized iron, scrap metals, and other materials. At its highest point, SCP-8477 measured approximately 33 meters in height and weighed 23,000 kilograms. SCP-8477 possessed a strong electromagnetic field, that absorbed any nearby metallic objects into its body structure and integrated these objects into itself. This absorption, combined with its shape, allowed SCP-8744 to possess immense physical strength and resistance to physical harm. SCP-8477 covered and protected SCP-8477-1.
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SCP-8477-1 is a female-modeled, humanoid robot designed and created by Prometheus Laboratories.1 Records of SCP-8477-1 have been lost, and personnel who worked with SCP-8477-1 have not been found as of the moment of documentation. However, Foundation researchers noticed the resemblance of SCP-8477-1 to the All-Natural Automatons, with many key differences to its design and manufacturing of the ANA models. It is theorized that Prometheus Laboratories attempted to create a more cost-effective, resilient and non-organic automaton to replace its previous models.
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SCP-8477-1 seems to have been created in the final years of the corporation's existence, which caused it to receive little funding for the project. After the dissolution of Prometheus Laboratories, SCP-8477-1 was abandoned. Because of the lack of maintenance, SCP-8477-1 malfunctioned that caused the attraction of metallic materials to its body. The damage that the object caused accumulated over time, and eventually resulted in its discovery in Incident 8477-ALPHA.
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Addendum 8477: Incident 8477-ALPHA
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Prometheus Laboratories Helena Headquarters (2004).
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SCP-8477 was discovered after the sudden collapse of Prometheus' Helena Headquarters, approximately 10 kilometers away from Helena's metropolitan area. After the dissolution of the company, the Foundation and the Pentagram2 carried out operations to recover the paratechnological and parascientific resources left by Prometheus Laboratories.
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Due to the disinterest of the facility's research by the company, alongside the absence of relevant anomalous objects, the organizations purchased the area to restrict civilian access. The area was under the jurisdiction of the Unusual Incidents Unit, and protected by the Montana National Guard, until the collapse of the building at 05:30 AM on 25/11/2004. The collapse was explained as the fault of weak infrastructure from its construction to the public.
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The Montana National Guard examined the area during the first hours after the collapse of the building, and reported that their equipment was absorbed into the debris of the building. UIU agents were dispatched to the area, but were unable to stop the situation. The agents reported that the metal accumulated further, and described the shape of SCP-8477 as a "rust monster". The situation was delegated to the Pentagram, and later the Foundation was asked to aid in the containment of the anomaly, beginning Incident 8477-ALPHA.
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When both organizations arrived, they initially followed containment procedures to avoid attracting the public's attention. However, in the course of 12 hours, both organizations were unable to control the expansion of SCP-8477 with the use of common containment methods. Fearing the object's expansion, the Foundation and the Pentagram expanded the restricted zone to twenty kilometers from the location of the incident, cut connections to nearby civilian areas, established Area-744 as a militarized perimeter zone, and allowed the deployment of battalion-sized elements like Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") as well as occult elements of the United States Army and Air Force. However, these measures did not stop the expansion of SCP-8477. Because of the risk that it could bring to the civil population and the Veil, the Foundation and the Pentagram requested the aid of the Bowe Commission.3
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Addendum 8477.2: Operation "Final Ashes"
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Operation "Final Ashes" was the codename used by Mobile Task Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") High Command and approved by the Bowe Commission on 25/11/2004, under General Willis Bowe.4 The objectives of the operation were: first to aid the ground troops in Area-744 against SCP-8477, second to stop the spread of SCP-8744 to public view and third, to neutralize and contain SCP-8477 without the use of common weaponry.
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Initially, Omega-7 was put on-hold before its deployment because the use SCP-076-2 and SCP-105 was controversial, but after common forces were unable to contain the anomaly, General Bowe was allowed to deploy Omega-7 to the area on 25/11/2004 at 06:30 PM MST from Site-19 to Area-744. The transcript of Operation "Final Ashes" is attached below:
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OPERATION: FINAL ASHES
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By Senior Agent Harrison Morris
+Overseer of Intelligence, Bowe Commission
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Date: 25/11/2004, 18:30 PM Mountain Time Zone
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Location: Area-744 (Helena, Montana)
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Subject: SCP-8477 and SCP-8477-1
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Command: General Willis Bowe (Commander of Omega-7), Dr. Phillip Grant (Director of "Pandora's Box" Initiative), Cpt. Neil Ghost (Overseer of Team Spyglass), and Major Ezra Breckenridge (Overseer of Team Overkill)
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Deployed Assets:SCP-076-2 (Team Overkill) and SCP-105 (Team Spyglass)
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Supervisors: Agent A████████ A██████ (Ω7-014, Team Spyglass), Agent Beatrix Maddox (Ω7-015, Team Spyglass) and Agent Taylor Rackley (Ω7-008, Team Overkill)
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Maj. Breckenridge: General Bowe, this is Major Breckenridge. Team Overkill is approaching Area-744, over.
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Cpt. Ghost: Captain Ghost here, General Bowe. Team Spyglass is tailing Team Overkill, over.
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General Bowe: Very well, officers. What is the state of Subject Able and Subject Iris?
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Maj. Brekenridge: Do you want to respond that for yourself, Able?
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SCP-076-2 stands at the edge of the helicopter's door.
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SCP-076-2: Fine, I am looking out for the rust monster.
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Maj. Breckenridge: It says it's fine.
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General Bowe: Good. What about SCP-105, Captain?
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Cpt. Ghost looks back to the gunner's seats. Ω7-015 hands over her canteen to SCP-105, who drinks from it. Ω7-015 looks up at Cpt. Ghost.
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Ω7-015: It's thirsty. It's still tired from her training, and I'm concerned that its performance in the operation may not be optimal because of its condition.
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General Bowe speaks up, but is interrupted by SCP-076-2.
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SCP-076-2: Then she must recover, and soon. If her training tires her this much, then we can't expect her to do much in this battle.
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SCP-105 stops drinking, and looks at the floor. Ω7-015 rubs her back, while Ω7-014 looks in the front seat from the anomaly.
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General Bowe: What SCP-076-2 said. A██████, Maddox, make sure SCP-105 is fully recovered before we arrive to Area-774.
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Pilot: Sir, we—
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SCP-076-2: It's there.
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SCP-076-2 hangs from the door's handle, and points towards SCP-8477: it stands in the middle of the area, surrounded by newly deployed tanks with National Guard and Nu-7 personnel.
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General Bowe: What's the status of the anomaly, airman?
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Pilot: The anomaly stands at 33 meters in height, and its body structure looks human-like. It's only missing its legs, but it's standing over a pile of metal. It looks like it is attaching the metal to what seems to be its legs.
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General Bowe: Team Spyglass, fly around the anomaly at a safe distance. SCP-105, I want you to take photographs of SCP-8477 across multiple angles, so we can examine its bodily structure. Team Overkill, follow them. If SCP-8744 tries to attack both of you, or you feel that the helicopter is being affected, fly away and then reposition to a safer distance.
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Pilots: Yes, sir.
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Team Spyglass and Team Overkill fly around the anomaly, and SCP-105 walks towards the edge, with Ω7-014 standing besides her.
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Ω7-014: Be careful, we don't want you to fall the floor. I'll catch you in case something happens.
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SCP-105 awkwardly picks up its camera, SCP-105-B.
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SCP-105: …Thanks, Agent A██████.
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SCP-105 takes photographs of SCP-8477 across multiple angles. SCP-8744 looks up at the helicopters, the metal clanks as the anomaly moves. Ω7-008 covers one of his ears.
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Ω7-008: God, that clanking is so loud. It feels like I have a bell right in my ear. Has it made that noise all this time?
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Dr. Grant: The noise has varied throughout the hours. It started after the building collapsed, but had increased as SCP-8477 has reached its current form. If we allow SCP-8477 to continue its growth, the noise will increase further.
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Ω7-008: How come nobody in Helena has said anything about the noise?
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Dr. Grant: It will be covered as a case of mass hysteria, and added to the rest of cover story about the incident.
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General Bowe: The cover story will not work if we let SCP-8477 grow though, so we must stop it as soon as we can.
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SCP-105 camera flash sounds through the microphone.
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SCP-105: I took the last photo, General.
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General Bowe: Excellent work, asset. Now, Captain, tell me what do you see.
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Cpt. Ghost looks at SCP-105's photographs in real time.
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Cpt. Ghost: I can see SCP-8477 move through multiple angles from the asset's photos. What really catches my eye is that it looks like the metal is mostly concentrated around what would be sternum in a normal human body. From there, the rest of the metal lowers in its concentration. It seems that's the reason why the upper body is fully formed while the lower isn't.
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Ω7-014: If that's the case, then…
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SCP-105: Then whatever it is making SCP-8477 move is probably in that part of the body.
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Dr. Grant smirks.
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Dr. Grant: Is it not a clever one, General?
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General Bowe ignores Dr. Grant's comment.
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General Bowe: Let us test that theory, 105. Agent Rackley?
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Ω7-008: Aye aye, cap'n?
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General Bowe: Fire at SCP-8477's sternum.
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Ω7-008 smiles, and grabs his sniper rifle. He fills the magazine with HK-016-compatible magnetized plastic rounds, and points at the sternum. Ω7-008 breathes, and fires. SCP-8477 moves parts of its chest to its sternum, and is hit by the bullet. SCP-8477 returns its metal to its place, with the point of the round barely piercing the surface of its sternum.
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Ω7-008: Fuck, it didn't hit, General.
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General Bowe: It is fine, agent. That is the confirmation I needed. Alright, Team Overkill, Team Spyglass, pay attention and listen carefully.
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General Bowe explains the plan to Omega-7, and has been omitted for brevity's sake.
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General Bowe: Any questions?
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Maj. Breckenridge: Negative, sir.
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Cpt. Ghost: No, sir.
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General Bowe: Any questions, SCP-076-2?
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Slowly, SCP-076-2 briefly smiles, before returning to its common behaviour.
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SCP-076-2: We should stop wasting our time and enter the battlefield, General. The enemy is waiting for us.
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Team Overkill and Team Spyglass separate, each flying to their new positions. The helicopter carrying SCP-076-2 confirms its position, and General Bowe authorizes their permission: SCP-076-2 jumps from the helicopter and lands on its feet, lifting a cloud of dust. SCP-8477 looks at the cloud of dust that covers SCP-076-2, and begins to lift its hand. The stationed forces surrounding the area look up at the raised-up hand in the sky, perplexed. The nearby helicopters move away from the hand. With a final, dry clank, SCP-8477 pulls its hand down. SCP-076-2 whispers to itself in Ancient Greek.
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SCP-076-2: I think that Fortune watcheth o'er our lives, surer than we…
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SCP-8477 smashes down at SCP-076-2, who pulls a longsword of an anomalous metal, stopping SCP-8744 mid-air. SCP-076-2's feet sink into the dirt, and continues to whisper to itself while clenching its teeth.
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SCP-076-2: …But well said: he who strives will find his gods strive for him equally.
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SCP-076-2 pushes SCP-8477's hand away and cuts down its thumb. SCP-076-2 jumps back and runs away from the dust cloud. SCP-8744 reattaches its fallen metal to its hand, but is shot down by Ω7-008. SCP-8744 pulls its hand out, and the rest of Team Overkill and Team Spyglass shoots at the object. SCP-076-2 jumps to SCP-8477's and tries to run over it, but the metal trips on its feet. SCP-8477 shakes its arm, and SCP-076-2 stabs its sword onto the arm, gripping the handle. The asset pushes forward while it pushes its sword to move onto its arm. Then, SCP-8477's arm stops holding its arm together, and lets its metal fall to the ground. SCP-076-2 falls down and is covered by metal, and he quickly pushes the metal away from it. However, the metal returns to SCP-8477's arm. SCP-8477 then holds SCP-076-2 in its hand, and grips it firmly. SCP-076-2 groans, and forces the hand the open, but SCP-8477's grip tightens.
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Maj. Breckenridge: Shit, it has Able!
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Maj. Breckenridge sits in the gunner's seat, and proceeds to fire at SCP-8477. SCP-8477 turns back, and slaps its hand to the sky, trying to bring Team Overkill's helicopter down. The pilot pulls the helicopter up quickly, making Ω7-008 and Maj. Breckenridge lose their balance. Ω7-008 falls down from the door's edge, and holds himself from the helicopter's rail, while his sniper falls down. He pulls himself up, and yells at the pilot.
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Ω7-008: Get us out of here! Shit, my sniper. General, my sniper fell to the ground!
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General Bowe: I noticed. Team Spyglass, continue what you are doing Team Overkill, put a safe distance and regain balance. Breckenridge, continue your distraction.
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Maj. Breckenridge: On it, General!
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General Bowe: SCP-105.
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SCP-105 stops firing, and cleans the sweat from its eyebrow.
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SCP-105: Yes, General?
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General Bowe: How plausible it is to throw a grenade through one of your photographs?
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SCP-105: …I am not sure, sir.
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General Bowe: Do it, make sure it lands over the object's hand but far enough to not blow up your teammate.
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SCP-105 takes out a grenade and pulls the pin, throwing it into one of its photographs. The grenade falls from the sky above SCP-8477's arm, which is then attracted and attached to its arm. The grenade explodes, and blows up its forearm. SCP-076-2 falls to the floor and rolls away before the metal falls above it. SCP-076-2 pants while Dr. Grant mumbles in the microphone.
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Dr. Grant: That is interesting. It seems that small, rapid objects are not immediately dismantled by its electromagnetic field. Or if it could, then the explosion will probably still occur because of tampering with the object. It is quite a shame that we cannot test this in a more controlled environment.
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SCP-076-2: What… are you talking about now, doctor?
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Dr. Grant: I am saying that we can use SCP-105's photographs to our advantage.
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Caught off guard, SCP-076-2 notices at the last moment SCP-8477 smashing down a fist to its direction. SCP-076-2 rolls back and runs away, while Dr. Grant continues to talk.
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Dr. Grant: Basically, we could possibly destabilize SCP-8477's structure by using your teammate's photographs to launch explosives, by exploding the foundations that allows the anomaly to stand. Take away those foundations, and SCP-8477 will fall down like a house of cards.
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SCP-076-2: And that will allow me to administer the coup de grâce.
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SCP-076-2 manifests a two-handed sword.
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Dr. Grant: Yes. But, to be precise, you are not exactly known for mercy killing. Still, the allegory works.
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SCP-076-2: I finally agree with something you said, doctor.
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SCP-076-2 screams, and lashes out against SCP-8477, and slashes its feet. SCP-8477 kicks SCP-076-2 and misses, the latter moves away while the object tries to neutralize SCP-076-2. With the assistance of Ω7-014 and Ω7-015, SCP-105 throws grenades to SCP-8477 through its photographs. The grenades land on SCP-8744's feet and explodes. SCP-8744 falls to the ground. SCP-076-2 runs away from the object's fall, but at the end of its head, Army soldiers in their tanks stand in front of the falling anomaly. They scream and try to run away, but SCP-8477 falls over them.
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Ω7-014: Fuck, they dropped down like flies. General, your soldiers are dying!
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General Bowe: They will receive their decorations for their sacrifice, and their families the proper benefits, Agent.
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Ω7-014: Yeah, I'm sure—
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The tanks of the soldiers explode in SCP-8477's face, completely destroying the head of the anomaly. The debris flies around the area and falls across the area, where more soldiers and task force officers try to run away from the explosion. Many of them die from the falling debris, as the metals mutilates through their bodies while they scream for help.
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General Bowe: SCP-076-2, now it is time to strike while the anomaly is down. Rip its back, and you will reach the core.
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SCP-076-2 nods, outrunning and jumping the falling debris. It jumps over its now blown-up legs, and runs over what remains of SCP-8477's body. SCP-076-2 stops and stands over the back of SCP-8477's chest, and manifests a new longsword. SCP-076-2 raises its sword and, at the moment it is about to strike, SCP-8477's arms rotates and slaps SCP-076-2. SCP-076-2 flies away, crashes over multiple tank and injures operatives. Finally, SCP-076-2 crashes in one of the tanks, ripping a hole into it. SCP-076-2 hits the back of its head, and is knocked down.
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For fifteen seconds, nobody speaks. Task force operatives and Army soldiers, instead of running to help the anomaly, leave SCP-076-2. SCP-8477 uses its arms to stand up and walk, approaching abandoned tanks and using its metal to reconstruct its broken body.
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Maj. Breckenridge: …It can't be.
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Maj. Breckenridge grabs his microphone and calls out SCP-076-2.
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Maj. Breckenridge: SCP-076-2, can you hear me?!
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SCP-076-2 does not respond.
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Maj. Breckenridge: Able, can you hear me?! Wake up!
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Below the helicopters, the clanking sounds becomes louder, and slowly SCP-8477 reconstructs its head.
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Maj. Breckenridge: General, Able is down! I repeat, Able is down!
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General Bowe: …I know.
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SCP-105 murmurs underneath its breath.
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SCP-105: B-But… it's Able. He can't be! We need him…
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SCP-105 looks down to SCP-8477.
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SCP-105: We can't do it by ourselves. I-I can't do it, I can't—
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SCP-105 covers its mouth, and Ω7-014 puts his hand over its shoulder.
Dr. Grant: If you do not mind me interrupting, we already have a way to bring SCP-076-2, General. It is under the possession of Agent Rackley, and he was given with this medication for a moment exactly like this one.
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Ω7-008: The serum? Are you out of your mind, Grant?!
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Maj. Breckenridge: Rackley, you don't talk like that to a superior!
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Ω7-008: I don't care, Major! I'm not giving him the serum. We know that the serum is still being experimented, and Dr. Grant wants to administer some drugs that will do who knows what!
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Dr. Grant: It will give him the energy he needs to get back up and defeat the anomaly, Agent.
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Ω7-008: And probably with the entire fucking men in the ground. He might even find a way to reach us and kill all of us. Do you really want to take that risk, doctor?!
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A tank explodes underneath the helicopters, and they look down. SCP-8477 is now actively seeking out more tanks, while the operatives on the ground run away, unwilling to defend their positions. The established area is beginning to break, and SCP-8477 is now reconstructing its legs.
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Dr. Grant: From what I am seeing in the footage, I am willing to take the risk. If we do not use the serum now, we will lose control of the situation and breach the containment of SCP-8477. But we will also miss the opportunity to use the serum, and lose valuable information that we could use to perfect the current formula so that it is more stable in any future operations. We do not have a choice, Agent.
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Suddenly, SCP-8477 puts its attention to Team Spyglass' helicopter, and forms sharp pieces of metal from its finger tips.
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Ω7-008: We can go for another option: let SCP-105 repeat what she did! She exploded 8477's legs, we can help her with the rest of the body. We can damage the body so much that 8477 will not have enough time to repair itself, and we can reach for the core!
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SCP-105 screams, and Ω7-015 yells.
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Ω7-015: Look out, Iris!
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SCP-8477 launches the sharp metal to Team Spyglass' helicopter. It pierces the helicopter, causing it to lose balance. Ω7-008 covers SCP-105 with his body, while holding onto the door to not fall down. Then, a small piece of piece of metal cuts through his eye. For five seconds, Ω7-015 does not say anything. Then, he briefly gasps and screams. He brings his hands to his eye, and pulls himself to the inside of the helicopter. Ω7-014 closes the door, and looks back to Ω7-015.
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Ω7-014: A█████, are you okay?!
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SCP-105 stands up and holds Ω7-015, while he continues to cry and scream in pain.
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SCP-105: A-A█████, it's okay. You're going to be okay. We'll get you a doctor, I promise. J-Just…
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SCP-105 begins to cry over Ω7-015's uniform.
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SCP-105: Just don't leave me, please.
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Ω7-014 grabs a first-aid kit, and moves SCP-105 back.
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Ω7-014: He'll be okay, Iris. Now let me help him.
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SCP-105 stands back and sits in one of the chairs, while she stares blankly at Ω7-014 comforting Ω7-015. Cpt. Ghost yells to the pilot.
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Cpt. Ghost: What are you doing?! Get us out of here!
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Pilot: I can't leave without orders from General Bowe.
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Ω7-014 looks at the pilot in disbelief.
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Ω7-014: Y-You've gotta be kidding me! Can't you see he's dying?!
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Cpt. Ghost: General, Agent A██████ is wounded! We can't keep him here.
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General Bowe: …Take Team Spyglass to the nearest on-site medical facility, now.
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The pilot nods and flies away.
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Ω7-014: Thank you, General.
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Command and Team Overkill remain silent for fifteen seconds.
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General Bowe: Administer the serum, Agent.
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Ω7-008: …Yes, sir.
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The helicopter flies to where SCP-076-2 fell, and SCP-8477 finishes reconstructing its legs.
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General Bowe: Rackley, we will leave you a few meters from the tank. I need Breckenridge to diverge SCP-8477's attention from you, so you can have enough time to administer the serum, let it have its effects on SCP-076-2, and for it to wake up. SCP-076-2 will attack SCP-8477 by surprise.
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Ω7-008: I'm guessing I'm not part of the plan by then.
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General Bowe: I hope the serum does not act too fast for you to stand in the way.
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Ω7-008: Yeah, I hope so too.
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The helicopter stands two meters from the tank, and Ω7-008 jumps down with a biohazard box. He turns around to see Maj. Breckenridge.
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Maj. Breckenridge: Good luck, Agent. I hope this works.
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Ω7-008: Oh, it better work. But hey, I won't have to worry about it working or not if I'm killed in the process.
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Maj. Breckenridge: Let me worry about that, what do you say?
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Ω7-008: Sounds like a deal.
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They wave at each other, and Maj. Breckenridge orders the pilot to pull up. Ω7-008 turns around and walks to the broken tank. The tank's front is split in two, and Ω7-008 enters into the hole. Inside, the tank is barely light up with the sparks of broken circuits, and SCP-076-2 is knocked down in the middle. Ω7-008 puts his finger over its neck, and senses a weak pulse. He opens the box, and fills the inside with smoke. Ω7-008 coughs and takes the needle. He grabs SCP-076-2 wrist, and injects the needle, administering the drug. Finally, he finishes administering the serum, and pulls the needle out. Ω7-008 reaches for SCP-076-2's neck, but it suddenly opens its eyes and stares at Ω7-008.
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Ω7-008: Able! We—
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SCP-076-2 chokes his neck, and Ω7-008 grabs its wrist. SCP-076-2 stands up, tightening its grip over Ω7-008 neck. Ω7-008 tries to kick it, and sees SCP-076-2's eyes irritated. Ω7-008 tries to speak up.
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Ω7-008: A-Able, w-wait! I.. We, need your help. The— rust monster. It's still alive. W-We need you t-to— kill it.
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Ω7-008 stops holding SCP-076-2, while he continues to stare at him. Ω7-008 begins to lose consciousness, until he and SCP-076-2 hear gunshots piercing through metal. SCP-076-2 loosens its grip, and Ω7-008 takes deep breaths. SCP-076-2 steps out of the tank, and sees Maj. Breckenridge shooting at SCP-8477 while the pilot avoids its attacks. Ω7-008 steps out of the tank, and rubs his neck.
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Ω7-008: You were knocked out for a moment, and it managed to reconstruct its entire body. The entire area is slowly breaking, Iris' team is gone, and we couldn't take 8477 by ourselves. We need you to take it down, Able. You're the only one who can.
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SCP-076-2 clenches its fists.
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Ω7-008: W-We can help you take it down, just tell us what we need—
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SCP-076-2: Agent Rackley.
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Ω7-008 gulps.
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Ω7-008: Yeah?
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SCP-076-2: You are a warrior, and the Major too. I am honored to have both of you fight alongside me, and still willing to do so. However, it is better you don't.
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Ω7-008: Why's that?
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SCP-076-2: I must make up for the disgrace that that monster has brought onto me.
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SCP-076-2 looks back at Ω7-008, and he takes a deep breath.
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SCP-076-2: And I'd kill you while I'm at it. You'd only stand in my way.
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Ω7-008 shakes, and takes a step back. SCP-076-2 nods, and looks back at SCP-8477, and yells at the top of its lungs. Maj. Breckenridge stops firing, and SCP-8477 looks at SCP-076-2. SCP-076-2 runs to SCP-8477, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. It violently breathes in and out, as it jumps and outruns the attacks of SCP-8477. SCP-8477 brings its arm up, and violently pushes it down to SCP-076-2. The latter stops, and SCP-8477 smashes the asset. However, SCP-076-2 grips the arm of SCP-8477 while it bleeds from its hands, and twists the metal. SCP-076-2 yells, and yanks the arm from SCP-8477's shoulder. SCP-8477 steps back, and steps on SCP-076-2. It jumps out of the way, and holds itself onto its feet, rapidly climbing up. SCP-8477 tries to catch SCP-076-2 by covering it in metal, but SCP-076-2 smashes and breaks the metal that comes into its way.
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General Bowe: Major Breckenridge, shot at SCP-8477, make a dis—
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SCP-076-2:No!
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SCP-076-2 screams over its microphone and manifests a two-handed sword, and stabs it into SCP-8477's hips.
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SCP-076-2: When I tell you, Major, you will shoot at its breastbone. Understand?!
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Maj. Breckenridge does not respond for ten seconds.
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Maj. Breckenridge: What are your orders, General?
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General Bowe does not respond for five seconds.
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General Bowe: Follow his orders, Major. But only this time, Able.
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SCP-076-2 smiles.
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SCP-076-2: Only this time.
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SCP-076-2 stabs its knives one by one. SCP-076-2 climbs its back, and holds itself to the back of SCP-8744's chest. SCP-076-2 stays there, and pierces the back of the object. SCP-8477 shakes its body, but SCP-076-2 stabs it again. SCP-8744 rotates its arms again, and reaches for SCP-076-2.
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SCP-076-2: Now!
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SCP-076-2 jumps to SCP-8477's neck and holds itself there, and Maj. Breckenridge fires to SCP-8477 with his rifle. The round pierces the chest, and flies to the other side. SCP-8477 stumbles on its feet, and SCP-076-2 jumps to the other side. SCP-076-2 stabs both swords, and slides itself down to SCP-8477's breastbone, now partly open from the shot. SCP-076-2 uses its body motion to take jump and push SCP-8477, causing the object to fall down to the floor. Ω7-008 murmurs under his breath from afar.
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Ω7-008: Holy fucking shit…
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SCP-076-2 screams and begins to stab SCP-8477's breastbone. The anomaly covers itself, trying to stop SCP-076-2 from cutting its chest. Tired, SCP-076-2 throws its knifes away and uses its hands to rip SCP-8477's chest apart. While working better, SCP-076-2 cannot open the breastbone. SCP-076-2 yells in frustration, and screams at the microphone.
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SCP-076-2: Breckenridge, throw me a grenade!
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Maj. Breckenridge throws a grenade, and SCP-076-2 catches it in the air. SCP-076-2 rips one side of SCP-8477's chest, its hands bleeding even more in the process, and shoves the grenade inside of it. SCP-8477 covers the hole SCP-076-2 made, but then explodes from the inside out. Debris from the chest falls everywhere, and some of it cuts SCP-076-2. The rest of the body paralyzes, and SCP-076-2 begins to rip the hole it made even more. Then, it reaches into the inside and sees a robotic humanoid inside of the chest. SCP-076-2 grabs and pulls it out, but is stopped by the cables that surround and protect SCP-8477-1. SCP-076-2 screams, and yanks SCP-8477-1 away in one pull.
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Maj. Breckenridge: Did Able get it?
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Ω7-008: Is that another robot? Don't tell me we have to fight that one too…
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Dr. Grant steps in.
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Dr. Grant: So that is what was inside of SCP-8477, and it looks like in perfect condition!
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SCP-8744-1 sparks, and reaches for SCP-076-2. It holds its arm, and begins to tighten its grip on it, while SCP-076-2 stares at SCP-8477-1.
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Dr. Grant: SCP-076-2, what are you doing?! We need the anomaly in the most optimal conditions!
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General Bowe: Alright, SCP-076-2, that will suffice. Return to your helicopter—
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SCP-076-2 manifests a sword made of an unknown metal, and stabs SCP-8477-1 in the chest. Dr. Grant yells at SCP-076-2, and SCP-8477-1 hand falls to its side. The metal that formed SCP-8477 collapses in the ground, and SCP-076-2 stands in a mountain of metal. SCP-076-2 holds SCP-8477-1 in the air, and yells to the air in Classical Latin, gasping in between words.
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SCP-076-2: Veni, vidi, vici.
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Dr. Grant murmurs under his breath, while Maj. Breckenridge arrives to Ω7-008 to pick him up, while they stare at SCP-076-2. Nobody speaks for fifteen seconds.
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General Bowe: …Operation "Final Ashes" is over, operation successful.
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Addendum 8477.3: Aftermath
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Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") undercover as construction workers under UIU supervision to clean up the remains of SCP-8477 (2004).
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Operation "Final Ashes" was completed on 25/11/2004, at 21:08 MST. The operation was declared a success by General Bowe, but was criticized by the O5 Council because of the performance of MTF Omega-7, which included:
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The endangerment of the Veil Protocol by containing SCP-8477 in public, instead of relocating the operation away from civilian sight.
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The loss of infrastructure and equipment that could have been recovered from Prometheus Laboratories.
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Finally, the cost of the operation, which to ███ million USD according to Mr. Eugene Kowalski.
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BOWE COMMISSION MEMORANDUM
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To the Overseer Council,
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First, I apologize for the problems caused by Omega-7 in the latest operation. I take full responsibility of the actions taken by my assets, as well as my agents. I agree with the concerns raised by some of the Overseers: it was careless, and it lacked caution during its performance. The damage was done, and we cannot change it. However, I believe that under the circumstances of the operation, it was a success. Let us review the situation objectively: SCP-8477 suddenly appeared outside of a metropolitan area, and steadily, it increased in size. My country's National Guard, Army, and Air Force could not take it down and only attracted more public attention. Your task forces, who specialize with these situations, could not resolve the problem while they saw SCP-8477 become a robotic giant.
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All our forces could not stop this incident, and had we hesitated, the situation could have gotten out of control. Why is that? If I may, I will answer for you: because we tried to use conventional methods for an unconventional problem. We used all the options we had at our disposal, and we ran out of them. Suddenly, I was asked to finish the job, and when I was informed of the situation, I knew we could not wait any longer. That is why Omega-7 was deployed, Overseers. We think outside the box you have built for yourselves.
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That is the point of Omega-7: to solve unconventional problems with unconventional methods. To fight unleashed monsters with the monsters we have caged. Overseers, you have your opinions about the use of an unpredictable murderer such as SCP-076-2 that was used to neutralize the target, or the use of SCP-105 as an unreliable, inefficient asset because of her age. However, we need to remember this fact: we have few options, and many enemies. If you are disappointed by the results of this operation, I believe you would have been more disappointed if you went with the conventional route.
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Let us review your complaints: the high costs of the operation? It would have been more expensive if SCP-8477 was let loose. The loss of material and personnel? More equipment, infrastructure, and personnel would have been lost if we continued to send everything we had at our disposal. The damage caused by SCP-076-2 to SCP-8477-1, and its potential research? I think you will agree with me that it is better that the robot is turned off than on. If it stayed on, I am convinced its containment procedures would not be so simple.
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Overseers, do you know why I named this operation "Final Ashes?" It has to do with Prometheus, the company and the titan, but there is something else: this was the last and biggest operation related to its legacy. It tells us something more: we are at the end of an era and the dawn of a new one, ladies and gentlemen. With all due respect, some of you are still trapped in that old era: where you believe that this world and the policy of Normalcy can be enforced by the conventional means you used. The truth is, not any more.
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Prometheus brought fire to men, but like all fire, it extinguishes down and dies — leaving its ashes behind. Prometheus Laboratories suffered the same fate, its fire extinguished, and left its ashes behind. Now, we must ask ourselves the following question: will we let those ashes blow away into the sands of time, or start our own fire? If you allow me, again, I will answer with the motto of our brothers from Site-120: we fight fire with fire.
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Have a good day, Overseers.
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— General Willis Bowe, Director of the Bowe Commission
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After the clean-up of Area-744, most of the metallic structure of SCP-8477 was identified as non-anomalous and scrapped, with the exception of the paramaterials that protected SCP-8477-1. Because of the inability to recover information about SCP-8744-1 from the Helena Headquarters, and the interest of the possible applications of the anomaly by the Bowe Commission, SCP-8477-1 was transferred to Area-25: the SCP-8477-1 research project was handed to the Research and Development Department, under the leadership of Dr. Philip Grant.
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As for MTF Omega-7, SCP-105 and SCP-076-2 were rewarded for their performance in the operation, with the former anomaly required to be reprimanded by its personal psychologist, Dr. James Dantensen. As for the state of Omega-7 agents, the operation resulted in four casualties and the injury of Agent A████████ A██████. However, when Agent A██████ was sent to emergency, the doctors did not find any injuries. Agent A██████ stated that the incident turned him into a vegetative, biomechanical object. His statement was considered as a delirious episode caused by PTSD from the operation by Foundation medical personnel.
Attention: Subsequent events provided in this document may or may not have already occurred. Head Researcher Dr. Abraham Wright has been charged with keeping detailed and up-to-date logs on SCP-8709 following each programmed cycle. If Dr. Wright does not exist, the O5 council shall determine an appropriate replacement.
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Special Containment Procedures: Since the permanent containment of SCP-8709 is currently impossible, tracking of the entity's black body radiation will be used to determine materialization points. A perimeter of 10 kilometers around each site is to be maintained and monitored at all times, with MTF Kappa- 10 ("Skynet") being ready to mobilize should the entity shift away from the area.
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Updated: 12/12/1991
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Due to the nature of SCP-8709 and the revelations of its purpose, the security level of this document has been elevated to clearance Level 5/8709. All unauthorized personnel and civilians will be administered Class C amnestics, with individual access to SCP-8709 to now be at the discretion of the O5 council. Future endeavors will be on efforts to protect and erase any information released.
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A manifestation of SCP-8709.
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Description: SCP-8709 is a emergent property of a supercomputer program known as the DEPTHS Project, appearing as a 25 meter tall black, non-reflective structure. The composition of the entity is comparable to boids,1 stimulating a quantum entanglement state that fluctuates within reality. SCP-8709 uses this phenomena to trans-locate to any locale around the world, with primary functionality including monitoring system resources and scenario progression. These manifestations of SCP-8709 have caused significant destabilization at each site, generating powerful black body radiation2 detectable from up to 10 kilometers away. Constant tracking of these conditions has allowed for anticipation of the next materialization sites within the range of 24 hours.
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Upon manifesting, SCP-8709 will enter an active state; turning on high-intensity light that emits brief omnidirectional flashing at 2 to 3 rotations per second that lasts for 4 hours. These long exposures subject large areas to ionizing radiation of 25 - 30 mSv3 per rotation, causing substantial physical and psychological phenomena. This intermittent photic simulation triggers a condition closely relating to photosensitive epilepsy, with subjects unable to recall their activities during the manifestation. Recovered recordings show individuals conducting normal activities while themselves and surrounding structures are continuously atomized then reconstructed from SCP-8709's photo-radiation. Further examination of these sites also exhibited extensive transformations of the locale, with several objects and occupants composed of abnormal matter, indicating reoccurring data reconstruction errors. These changes only occur within 10 kilometers of the SCP-8709 manifestation, showing a severe but limited effect on the immediate area.
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During contact with SCP-8709, pronounced radio signals were captured matching coded transmissions to the Foundation. These signals were being transferred to a terminal at site-09, an underwater facility located in the Horizon Deep. The terminal, designated Y2K, is a Hewlett-Packard VT2640 that has been heavily retrofitted to perform complex quantum computations and P2P networking4, and was used for communication with the entity. Over the course of 72 hours, testing was conducted to isolate the signal, leading to the discovery of SCP-8709's wireless access point and the collection of various scenario data from SCP-8709. For security purposes, the terminal was secluded on a closed interoperable network with several Cerberus firewalls before connecting to SCP-8709's mainframe.
Forward: Successful access to SCP-8709's database occurred on September 20, 1982, at site-09. This archive contains results generated by another reality's DEPTHS Project. Events described may or may not have already occurred.
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SCP-8709 Archive
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The following data is an archive of completed, non-sequential simulations produced by the DEPTHS project. The information provided is to be used strictly for formulating potential solutions or preventive measures for XK Class events. Head Researcher Dr. Abraham Wright is the designated contact for this project and should be contacted for any requests. Any unauthorized personnel found accessing this database will be reprimanded.
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Scenario: 1
+Location: N/A
+Event: Atomic breakdown of digital matrix.
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure to construct scenario parameters. Implemented revised computational directives.
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Scenario: 43
+Location: N/A
+Event: Simulated reality inconsistent with parameters.
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure to simulate accurate scenario. Different degrees of impartial combination of biological and synthetic objects. Rework of examinations done by digital network.
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Scenario: 55
+Location: N/A
+Event: Unsatisfactory simulation of human sentience resulting in mass suicide, starvation and violence.
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure to simulate accurate replicas. Integration of lead researcher Dr. Abraham Wright 's brain scans provided as a foundational template for random generation of the human consciousness.
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Scenario: 101
+Location: Brazil
+Event: CK Class: Detection of a mutated form of the fungus Histoplasma capsulatum was found in various Brazilian freshwater sources, leading to the infection of nearby wildlife and human populations. The fungal infection spread quickly throughout the county with scans showing extreme cases of hepatosplenomegaly5, lymphadenopathy6, and development of lesions. Within 4 days, infected individuals congregated in abandoned buildings, combining biological matter of the fungus. A month after detection, massive fungi stalks populated major metropolitan areas polluting the atmosphere by expelling 958 trillion fungal spores per day.
+Extinction: 352 days
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure of SCP Foundation to combat air and water contamination of a bio-hazard. Advise: Development of fungal treatment and decentralization of water resources.
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Scenario: 582
+Location: N. Broadway, Chicago
+Event: DW-K Class: The consumption of the Doctor Wondertainment product "Candied Sweetbread" caused changes of human physiology near N. Broadway, Chicago. Composition of subjects matched various forms of confection such as jelly, cocoa and various disaccharide sugars. Multiple subjects were detected to become partially transformed within 48 hours, with most of the skin turning before the organs. During this time, a small group of individuals both human and animal were evaluated consuming affected subjects. Once an individual was consumed, the effects were passed on to the consumer with various shedding of skin and waste spreading rapidly throughout the area. Contamination of water sources and the consumption of infected individuals resulted in systematic break down in world resources.
+Extinction: 1400 days
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure of SCP Foundation to adequately combat GOI projects or activities. Advise: A monthly sweep of departments in the Chicago area. Aggressive restriction of GOI resources.
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Scenario: 882
+Location: N/A
+Event: Simulation interrupted due to incomplete information.
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure to simulate scenario. Initiated update of protocols and subroutines. Beginning process to generate physical structure in current simulation to assist with synchronization of branched program.
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Scenario: 1033
+Location: Cairo, Egypt
+Event: BK Class: Formation of cumulonimbus clouds composed of mutated Milnesium tardigradum spread the microorganisms over the cities of Cairo, Alexandria and Sinai. Upon rainfall, the parasites were able to infect the local population and reproduce within the body’s natural water reserves. Larval progression of the entities resulted in internal bleeding, vomiting and diarrhea. The parasite spread from host to host via air transmission or direct interaction to compromised rainwater leading to world wide infection in 88 days. The expulsion of massive amounts of bodily fluid added to the atmosphere caused 52% of the cloud formations to be composed of tissue, fecal material, and blood, generating extreme climate change.
+Extinction: 442 days
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failure of SCP Foundation to combat air and water contamination of a bio-hazard. Advise: Resource allocation for sanitizing large water sources and eradication of specific microorganisms.
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Scenario: 3221
+Location: N/A
+Event: Corruption of scenario due to incomplete reboot. Subsequent XK event carried over to new simulation resulting in assimilation of the current event.
+Diagnostic Analysis: Failed reset of scenario. Increasing progress to transfer over data between generated simulations.
Upon gaining access to the mainframe, multiple mentions of the DEPTHS Project were uncovered, initiating an inquiry into the project's ongoing activities at Site-09. The project was developed in the early 1980s , initiated by the SCP Foundation due to the increasing frequency and severity of anomalous disasters, particularly the "White Fire" event in 1978. Prompting the need for a comprehensive multi-level evaluation, a quantum computational matrix was engineered for simulating and analyzing hypothetical XK class scenarios. The onboard artificial intelligence , Aeon, oversees the analytics, pinpointing potential hypo-centers for each simulated event. As outlined in DEPTHS documentation, failure to manage an event triggers a system reboot, reverting the simulation to a prior state to initiate a new cycle under comparable conditions. Each cycle has the potential for a branch to form. Known as "branching," this phenomenon occurs when a DEPTHS simulation successfully integrates into an existing computational framework. This process results in a layered or nested simulation environment, facilitating the coalescence and interaction of multiple simulated realities within a singular matrix.
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The branching mechanism is intricate and dynamic, drawing upon advanced quantum computing principles, algorithms, and predictive analytics to coordinate the interconnected layers. Each branch presents a unique scenario, creating an expansive platform for various XK class simulations and their prospective outcomes across a potentially infinite continuum. The "depth" of these branches signifies their positioning relative to the baseline reality, encapsulating layers of interlinked simulations, each characterized by its distinct parameters and outcomes. Each subsequent branch serves as a pivotal nexus within these groupings and should a preceding branch fail or be terminated (KUT)7, it would trigger a collapse of the associated realities, setting off a chain reaction throughout the simulated framework.
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SCP-8709's designation will vary based on a realities progression, alternatively recognized as SCP-001, the Avatar of a Broken God, or the Tower. These deviations seen within SCP-8709’s archive suggest accumulating differences leading to significant historical deviations, alterations in the laws of physics, or the emergence of fantastical elements, among other possibilities. Given the inherent unpredictability of quantum mechanics, the simulations archived within SCP-8709 display intrinsic instability, presenting as inconsistencies or "glitches” within the computational matrix.
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The program has encountered significant setbacks, with 56% of scenarios failing to complete due to state fidelity issues or quantum decoherence. To address these issues, SCP-8709 has integrated synchronized error correction, utilizing scans from alternate realities to provide real-time updates to its simulated counterpart. Since the discovery of SCP-8709, a consistent frequency decline of 2.8Hz per synchronization attempt has been observed, with the universe's frequency dropping from 963Hz to 837Hz, signaling progressive deterioration. Drawing parallels between the project's AI, SCP-8709's operations, and the connection to terminal Y2K, it is speculated that SCP-8709 is a manifestation of an ongoing simulation of the baseline reality. Efforts to halt the synchronization process, establish self containment via severance from the matrix and stabilization of the current simulated state are currently in progress as the c-(kenoma) virus under the supervision of Dr. Abraham Wright.
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Addendum SCP-8709-3: The c-(kenoma) virus
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The c-(kenoma) virus was developed by the SCP Foundation as an oncoviral agent8, used to infect SCP-8709's program thereby prompting a "KUT" command and creating an equilibrium state within the simulated environment. In theory, isolation from the computational matrix would prevent the controlled cyclical collapse and allow for a continued existence within a self contained pocket.
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Title: A Concern
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To: The O5 Council
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When the body is afflicted by a disease or abnormality, it will - without thought or hesitation- begin the process of defending itself. It will instinctively use every resource it can to save itself even if it may result in self destruction.
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Is our development of the virus an emergent property of the deterioration or an unintended consequence of adaptive subroutines? Is what we are doing an exercise of free will or an extension of SCP-8709's?
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I wish to renew my objections on using the c-(kenoma) virus on SCP-8709. We don't know enough about the adaptive properties of the program nor the extent of the systemic instability. I cannot in good conscience continue with this intervention without more information. I am formally requesting more time and additional resources before we proceed. This is our one and only chance, there can be no mistakes.
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Addendum SCP-8709-5: Infection
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On December 1, 1998, SCP-8709 contracted the c-(kenoma) virus following an extra-dimensional incursion of a arboreal instance of SCP-8709. This event resulted in both entities becoming spatially locked off the coast of Hilton Head, South Carolina. Subsequently, these instances have been reclassified as SCP-8709-1 and SCP-8709-2.
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The infection has induced a conjoining between SCP-8709-1 and SCP-8709-2, leading to the development of branchial growths at a rate of 0.9 meters per day. Significant mutation of the boids have coalesced into a fractal-like structure, spreading across the surface and subsurface of both instances. As it progresses, subsequent simulations have been observed undergoing a similar conversion, suggesting the consolidation of multiple scenarios infected by the c-(kenoma) virus. It is believed that the other realities SCP Foundations , in response to their own deterioration, developed their own instances of the virus in order to trigger a severance between connected simulations and halt destabilization. However, due to the crossover event, this has resulted in a wide spread systemic failure within the interconnected virtual environments, resulting in the merger of multiple SCP-8709 and simulations into a single, corrupted matrix.
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Due to this, SCP-8709-1’s data reconstruction capabilities have been severely compromised, with the affected locale exhibiting non-Euclidean spaces, conceptual cross-contamination, temporal paradoxes, and overlapping XK-class events. Attempts to correct systematic errors through the synchronization process have resulted in computational feedback loops, accelerating the destabilization of SCP-8709-1 and SCP-8709-2. These feedback loops have increased the spread of branchial growths and associated anomalies, leading to minor aberrations escalating into major breaches of containment.
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+Name: Storm clouds at sunset over Bathurst Island, 80km North of Darwin.jpg
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+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Protocols: All copies of SCP-877 are to be kept in electromagnetically sealed containers in the Site-19 storage vault. Containers are to be fitted with radio receivers set to scan all frequencies for incoming or outgoing transmissions. A log of previously used frequencies is to be kept on file. Any transmission from any copy of SCP-877 is to be reported immediately to Site-19 command. All efforts are to be made to capture as many specimens of SCP-877 as possible, to determine any of the objects' other abilities.
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Description: SCP-877 is a set of fourten twelve microchips acquired between 199█ and 201█ from the cerebral cortices of different small mammals. Animals found to contain copies of SCP-877 include, but are not limited to, Sciurus carolinensis (the eastern gray squirrel), Felis catus (the domestic cat), and Eumops perotis (the western mastiff bat). The microchips are unmarked except for small stamps, readable only by electron microscope, that read “ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY BIOLOGY DEPT,” followed by “GENERATION” and a number. However, no records exist of an institution named “Alexylva University.” Moreover, the abilities of these microchips are beyond the technological capability of any known laboratory to create.
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Addendum 877-1: Recovery Log: The first copy of SCP-877 located was discovered by zoological researchers at the University of [REDACTED] in Tennessee in 199█ during a typical dissection. Its unusual presence inside the creature drew the attention of Foundation scientists, who determined it to be a first generation chip. Analysis of unusual energy readings from the chip led to scanning for radio transmissions with a frequency of [REDACTED], leading to the capture of two more chips. Instances of SCP-877 began changing frequencies repeatedly; however, having several specimens in captivity made tracking easier.
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██ February 2011: Tenth specimen acquired. During testing, a major spike in radio activity was recorded on several different frequencies. At this time, all instances of SCP-877 in captivity ceased transmitting on any frequency, and all known frequencies for SCP-877 transmission went dead. O5 Command believes the rest of the chips are communicating on scrambled channels and continuing their propagation cycles. Without any understanding of the chips' origins or ultimate goal, the threat level of SCP-877 is to be considered high and attempts to locate specimens of and materials relating to SCP-877 should be considered top priority.
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█-██ August 2011: On two separate occasions within a week, reports were received of attacks against isolated humans by clusters of animals of different species working together. A single specimen of Didelphis virginiana, the North American opossum, was captured. Presence of SCP-877 confirmed during dissection. Reclassification to Keter requested.
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██ September 2011: Another attack involving SCP-877 recorded. Two Boston terriers, four squirrels, and a garter snake cooperated in attacking an eleven-year-old child who had strayed into a wooded area near her home. Using radio frequency tracking, the two terriers were contained; presence of SCP-877 was confirmed by dissection. Both specimens were marked "GENERATION ██" and were located deeper in the cerebrum, making discovery more difficult. Mobile Task Force Rho-1 ("The Professors") formed and mobilized for rapid response and containment of SCP-877 instances.
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██ September 2011: After reports of unusually violent behavior, the victim of the previous SCP-877 attack was brought in by Foundation researchers. MRI scan inconclusive, though a small shadow was seen in the cerebral cortex. Researchers confirmed that the object was most likely SCP-877, given its consistent shape and location during multiple scans, though definite identification would not be possible while the subject was still alive due to the chip's placement.
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██ September 2011: Keter reclassification approved by O5 command.
One phone rang. Then a second. His personal cellphone and his landline were both blowing up, and he got to the office at town hall to nothing but more pandemonium.
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Already, it was only one in the afternoon, he had just gotten back to the office after his lunch break, and already there was a message on his desk, a faxed memo from something called The Foundation, the word protect looking back at him sharply, on a weird arrowed insignia.
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Something about the fall of paranormality, and offering assistance in reintegrating their city to the modern day. Because years have elapsed, the world had changed overnight, the citizens of this city jumped forwards years into the future.
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And yet, despite all this, the shock setting in, all he could do was look at the gentle fall of white flecks, soft cold descending from the heavens, that a part of him had so dearly missed.
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In the aftermath of SCP-8300, and all anomalous properties and events abruptly concluding, the Locked Scenario that had affected Halloween abruptly stopped.
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Free therapeutic assistance is to be offered to the entirety of Halloween. Additionally, at the request of town council, a documentary made by citizens and the Foundation, showing the anomalous effects of SCP-8831, has been commissioned immediately and is outsourced to the Media Department.
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Winter has officially touched down in Halloween. I'm not even a citizen and I wept when it finally hit me. - Dr. Alexandria Thompson, Director of Reintegration.
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EXHIBITION TITLE: THE TOWN OF HALLOWEEN
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LOCATION: The State of Oklahoma.
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DESCRIPTION: EXB-08831 is the city of Halloween, Oklahoma. Sometime during October 2016, the town entered an IO-Locked Scenario (see below).
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The entirety of the town was confined within the dates October 1st 2016 and October 31st 2016. Cultural trends, weather, food/water supplies, etc., remained consistent to how it was during this timeframe, with physical resources anomalously replenishing themselves through as-of-yet unknown means.
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The IO-Locked Scenario that affected EXB-08831 lasted 2,617 days before abruptly self-terminating on January 1st 2024. During that time, EXB-08831's anomalous effects caused October 2016 to occur eighty-six (86) times in succession. During the Scenario, citizens of Halloween were anomalously imperceptive to the lack of temporal progression, and it was impossible for citizens of Halloween to leave the city.
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Foundation Research Archives
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Common Anomalous Zones and How they Operate, Volume 12.
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A Locked Scenario (LS) occurs when an event, incident, or sequence of actions is anomalously extended past its logical expiration. These phenomena should not be confused with Temporal Loops (TL), which create brackets of repeating time - Locked Scenarios merely repeat the event itself as time progresses. To achieve this effect, an LS will often alter human perception, along with any number of core scientific principles. Often mischaracterized as "hauntings" or "curses", some examples of Locked Scenarios in the Foundation database include SCP-112, SCP-4382, and SCP-1337. As each of these documents demonstrate, Locked Scenarios can be incredibly dangerous, and require proper understanding for their safe containment and/or resolution.
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As an employee of Site-122, I can confidently say Oklahoma might be the most non-anomalous state in America, and one of the most non-anomalous places in the world. Prior to Halloween, the most anomalous thing in Site-122 was a Walkman that incited hallucinations that even amnestics couldn't scrub. We contained it by putting it in an old shoe box in one of the lockers.
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So once we got a real anomaly, a bonafide Keter-class IO-Locked Scenario, an entire town abruptly losing all connection to the outside world, it was all hands on deck. Site-122 was maybe more lax with rules than we should've been, half the staff barely knew how to administer amnestics, seeing as that shoebox hadn't been opened in seven years. We needed to outsource our interviews to keep them consistent.
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And despite that, Halloween became a passion project. And while it maybe led to some less than stellar following of protocol, I would like to hope we did it right.
The Mayor of Halloween, Oklahoma, Douglas Hamilton, is sitting across a table from Dr. Amity Thorn, member of the Foundation Media Department.
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Thorn: So, um. As I said, thank you for allowing this meeting, uh, in person, Mr. Hamilton.
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Hamilton: I can't, I… What do you know of…
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Thorn: How, how blunt and to the point would you like me to be?
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Hamilton: It's for the best that I… that I know everything. The town… the town needs me to know.
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Thorn:(smiles) I like you. But anyway, all of 8831 - well, that's what we'd been calling Halloween -, it… You were stuck in what could simply be called a time loop. You knew that. But, the exact details of the time loop are… weird.
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Thorn: The Foundation calls it a Locked Scenario - in this case, its a time loop that keeps going. My go-to example is a play that went on for, like, two-thousand acts straight. Act, intermission, act, intermission, on loop for three years. No one even thought it was weird.
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Thorn: Point is, I want to help make Halloween's story known.
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I remember Halloween. The holiday, the night of trick-or-treating, that is. Making costumes calmly, hearing my parents argue downstairs, drowning it out with the new Knocked Loose album.
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SITE OF REINTEGRATION: Many formerly-anomalous citizens have gotten used to life within the Foundation, within anomalous areas, and/or had their lives disrupted by anomalous means that concluded with SCP-8300.
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Estimated financial cost of therapy and rehabilitation for affected persons would strain the civilian world's existing health systems, and so the Foundation has repurposed Site-122 into the main Site of Reintegration, formed to help civilians adjust to life after anomalous routine.
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While the main location for the Site of Reintegration is established in Durant, Oklahoma, due to the relatively-mundane life of the personnel of Site-122 and its location to EXB-08831, all Foundation sites will offer a Department of Reintegration, with varying magnitudes of services and amenities for its attendants.
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The former director of Site-18 was literally smote where he stood, apparently unforgiven by God for something. Comparatively, I'm well-adjusted.
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Nothing ever happened at Site-122, so we mostly spent our time on Halloween. We sent operatives in when we could, to try and host events to add a sense of change to the community. We broke our own containment procedures to try and help people move out, but it was like that scene in The Truman Show, where absolutely everything goes wrong. We tried. So we focused on making them content. Making sure they had fun, making sure the holidays ran right. The Overseers would've never stood for it, but the Overseers don't stand for much anymore.
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In the aftermath of 8300, we are down nearly 80% of our staff. I don't care if it kills me, though, I'm not quitting until Halloween is happy. Actually happy.
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+Directive: Adjusting the citizens of EXB-08831 (formerly SCP-8831) to the year 2024. Citizens had been temporally dislocated in an IO-Locked Scenario in October 2016.
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Properly inform and vaccinate the citizens of EXB-08831 against COVID-19, as per current CDC guidelines.
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Restore EXB-08831's financial standing within the greater Oklahoma, American, and global economy.
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Accelerate EXB-08831's historical and technological standing to be in line with the greater Oklahoma and American society.
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The legal identification of most citizens in EXB-08831 has expired. It is to be replaced free or charge.
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There's this fascinating thing I've found out: when you are the Foundation, the bare minimum of human decency becomes a grand gesture, without effort. Do you know how heartwrenching it is to see a kid cry tears of joy because we aren't inhumanely locking them up? We had given this kid a life sentence for the cardinal sin of paranormality. If I ever meet this godforsaken Ethics Commi
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All this is to say, Halloween's going as well as you'd expect.
The producers apparently spent a long time trying to decide who would be the first face you saw when you started the documentary. They ultimately settled on someone who should've graduated college and didn't because of everything.
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The makeup took forever, and then the mayor - I think he's the director? - got mad at them because apparently I wasn't supposed to be wearing any. Grateful for that, I don't like the way it felt on my face.
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"I'm a… well, I was a teacher at King's Public Elementary School. It… it never dawned on me, but day after day after day it was always, oh, Halloween's around the corner, or today's Halloween. I saw the kids come dressed up in all sorts of, all types of costumes, skeletons and bears or what have you, one came year after year dressed as Jack Skeleton from that creepy movie… But it. It wasn't year after year. It was month after month."
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"Fractions, year after year, it's just… The curriculum in October. And I taught it to the same kids dozens of times, hundreds maybe… And year after year, they got better and better. The whole class once, they gave me all perfect scores. I was so proud."
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"Over and over, the same injuries, the same determination to keep them safe, and. And they were always fine. They'd spring up like no time, they'd be fine, so fine, and the family would thank me and say how grateful they were, and I, I just…"
The tragic tale of what happened to Halloween, Oklahoma, the town stuck in October 2016 for nearly a decade.
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The time loop that took place in Oklahoma has ended, catapulting its citizens to the modern day overnight. Oklahoman citizen Paul Sparks narrates a documentary that provides a detailed examination of Halloween's eternal existence, freed when the Veil fell in 2024. Mayor Douglas Hamilton helps to lead his people into a new dawn, grappling with the pasts and charging into a brighter future.
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I have long known of Halloween, the holiday and the locale, but I was never much for the latter. Since the fall of privacy in the paranormal worlds, however, I have had an abundance of time, and on a whim chose to watch What Happened To Halloween. What I expected to say is, like most documentaries, it would be a hackneyed retelling of a story, made with tasteless commentary and a lack of focus on the stars of tragedy: the citizens building a new life.
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Waking up on my day off, because I always have the first off, walking out my door at nearly eleven AM, and seeing firefighters, police, and white vans with secure, contain, protect plastered on them was a worrying sight. A gas leak, a terrorist, another type of threat? And yet all that was special was it being January 1st. But that wasn't what hurt. It wasn't finding out about fucking Bigfoot or that apparently those damn Parawatch people were right all along. That wasn't what got me.
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It was finding out my uncle had passed away four years ago of a sickness I had never known about. He died, alone, and because of this damn town, I wasn't there for him in his final hours, like he was for me and my wife when she passed.
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Thompson: I only got around to watching the doc about… a week ago? Absolutely incredible work, really, it's just… I. Stellar.
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Thompson: Yes, it was our-
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Hamilton:(loudly) So why didn't you?
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Thompson: …Was that rhetorical? I can never tell. People skills, not my…
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(Silence.)
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Thompson: I take it that it was. Go on, sorry.
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Hamilton: For years, we existed, stuck, and your Foundation was supposed to protect us. Your location didn't protect anything else, why didn't you protect us? Instead, you merely watched, providing small things, but it never mattered. You left us.
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(Silence.)
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Thompson: …may I…
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Hamilton: Yes.
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Thompson: I'm sorry. I followed protocols that I shouldn't have, and the Foundation may have been why I failed you, my personnel maybe even. But it's my fault, for not seeking some proposal or approval, training my staff better. Halloween stayed stuck, and it's fair to hate me.
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Hamilton: …What are you… planning to…?
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Thompson: Hmm?
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Hamilton: Are you sticking with this Foundation?
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Thompson: I haven't decided. They want me on the Board of Directors - god, we have a board now. But… but not until everything here is resolve-
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Hamilton:(loudly) It's never going to be resolved!!
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Thompson: Then I'm not leaving.
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Hamilton: You…?
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Thompson: If I spend my life fixing this mess, that's a perfectly good life. Meeting these people, and helping. It's fulfilling, cathartic.
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Hamilton: Is that what we are to-
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Thompson: Sir. You can't tell me anything I haven't told myself. I've let down my people so much. They transferred me to Site-122 from Site-19. Because I wasn't enough, because I let my team down in the eleventh hour. Please.
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Hamilton: Why is this about you now?
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Thompson: It's not. Site-122, we were your captors. We didn't create the Locked Scenario, but we didn't help you. And I'm at fault. Because of our failings, we let you all down. We abused you, kept you happy and content so it never got worse.
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Hamilton: Then we got out.
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Thompson: Then you got out.
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(Silence.)
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Hamilton: It is nice to meet you. It. It really is.
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Thompson: Likewise. I've heard lovely things.
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(Silence.)
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Hamilton: Will we ever be…
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(Silence.)
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Hamilton: Will it be okay?
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Thompson: ….I don't think so. That's a scar, it runs so deep. But it doesn't have to be okay, because you're going to be okay. It's bad now. It'll always be bad. But if life was always happiness, we'd grow numb.
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Hamilton: That's… That's a fascinating… That's fascinating.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-8911 only affects Site-333's interior, no direct containment procedures are necessary. All personnel stationed at Site-333 are to be briefed on SCP-8911 and must report any instances of the anomaly taking place in their presence.
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Description: SCP-8911 is an auditory anomaly manifesting at Site-333. Affected personnel report hearing a sound, similar to that of a pre-recorded laugh track used in various popular sitcoms, at seemingly random moments and locations. The source of the anomaly is yet to be traced.
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Addendum 8911.1: The following is an abridged log of recorded SCP-8911 instances and attempts to intentionally manifest the anomaly.
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23/01/1991: Dr. Rutherford cuts his finger while examining documents; SCP-8911 is heard in his office for approximately five seconds. The anomaly was reported shortly afterward, and SCP-8911 was classified.
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24/01/1991: D-1221 is instructed to cut his right index finger with a sheet of paper in a controlled environment. D-1221 complies, however, SCP-8911 fails to manifest.
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24/01/1991: D-1221 is instructed to cut his left index finger with a sheet of paper in a controlled environment. D-1221 complies, however, SCP-8911 fails to manifest.
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24/01/1991: D-1221 expels flatulence. SCP-8911 is heard for approximately 5 seconds within the testing chamber.
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24/01/1991: D-1221 is ordered to slip on a banana peel in a controlled environment. D-1221 complies, however, SCP-8911 fails to manifest.
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24/01/1991: D-1221 is ordered to slip on a banana peel in a controlled environment. D-1221 refuses to comply and is subdued by Guard Newby. After issuing a beating to D-1221, Newby backs away from him and slips on the banana peel. SCP-8911 is heard for approximately 7 seconds within the testing chamber.
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25/02/1991. Dr. Haaland is informed that his residence has been destroyed by a kitchen fire. SCP-8911 is heard throughout the personnel offices for 15 seconds, alongside loud clapping.
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01/03/1991. Researcher Quinn is informed of his termination due to unrelated protocol violations. SCP-8911 is heard in the entirety of Site-333, alongside loud clapping and cheering for 20 seconds.
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+Addendum 8911.2: Following various noise and disruption complaints caused by SCP-8911, Site-333 administration voted on attempting to decommission the anomaly. The ensuing vote resulted in a 5-2-2 score in favor of decommissioning SCP-8911. Attached below is an abridged log of attempted measures taken.
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Plan: Site-333 open mic comedy night.
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Reasoning Conspectus: SCP-8911 reacts to humorous events, perhaps giving it more of what it wants will sate it and it will go away.
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Status:APPROVED
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Results: SCP-8911 failed to manifest once throughout the 4 hours of the event. Decommissioning attempt failed.
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Plan: Kill the entire D-class population of Site-333.
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Reasoning Conspectus: SCP-8911 is known to enjoy the suffering of others. By inflicting suffering, we may appease it and cause it to demanifest.
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Status:DENIED
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Results: Researcher Carlos was admonished for this suggestion. SCP-8911 was heard throughout the Site when Carlos was informed he would be docked a month of pay for his behavior.
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Addendum 8911.3: On 30/06/1991, Vincent Bohart was scheduled to visit Site-333 and take over from Director Nolan Goode. As he arrived, it was noted that SCP-8911 began to be audible throughout the Site. Attached below is an interview carried out with Bohart following his arrival and discovery of interaction with SCP-8911.
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Interviewed: V. Bohart
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Interviewee: N. Goode, Site-333 Director
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Note: The interview began outside of Site-333 approximately 15 minutes after Bohart's arrival and discovery of interaction with SCP-8911.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Goode: Hello, Vince.
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Bohart: Hey, Nolan. Your Site is laughing at me.
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Goode: Yup. I see you discovered our Site's little, uh, problem.
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Bohart: Problem? Here I was thinking that it was just some cruel prank on me.
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Goode: No, we wouldn't do that to you.
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Bohart: That's good to hear at least. So what is this, some sort of anomaly? And what's with the recorder? Don't tell me you're going to interview me.
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Goode: I just want to record everything we do for posterity. As for it being an anomaly, yes. Here, let me show you the documentation.
+
[There is a brief silence as Bohart reviews SCP-8911's documentation.]
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Bohart: Well I'll be damned. Okay. So you have a canned laugh anomaly affecting your Site. But why does it go off when I enter the building?
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Goode: Maybe you're just naturally funny.
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Bohart:[Bohart laughs.] You think so?
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Goode: Maybe. Or maybe the things that happen to you are funny too.
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Bohart: Well, funny things do happen to me. And I think I'm pretty funny too.
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Goode: Fair enough. Why don't we go talk inside? It's almost lunchtime.
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Bohart: I don't want the mean laughter SCP to laugh at me just for existing though.
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Goode: Oh, stop it. We've dealt with it for months, surely a few hours of it won't hurt you.
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Bohart: Fine. Does the cafeteria have saltwater taffy?
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Goode: It does, yes.
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[Bohart and Goode approach the Site. The slight creaking sound of the doors opening is audible after Goode inputs his security code. SCP-8911 is heard as Bohart enters, with loud clapping, cheering, and whooping.]
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Bohart:[Yelling over SCP-8911] Yes, yes, very funny. I love an audience! How are we tonight, Atlantic City?
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Goode:[Yelling over SCP-8911] Come on, this way.
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Bohart: Wow, this place is nice. You have a whole cafeteria here?
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Goode: Uh, I think that's pretty standard. What do you normally do for lunch?
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Bohart: I just grab stuff from the breakroom fridge [chuckles]. It's a great thing about working with the anomalous, plenty of reasons an employee's lunch could go missing.
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[Bohart begins walking backwards, looking at the opposite direction.]
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Goode: Vince, look out behind y—
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Bohart: Whoa!
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[Bohart slips and falls on the recently cleaned floor, landing on top of the wet floor sign.]
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Goode: You okay there?
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[SCP-8911 becomes uproarious in volume, reaching 180 dB throughout the site.]
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Bohart: About as good as someone who just fell could be…
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[Bohart attempts to stand but slips on the wet ground again. His left shoe slips off and hits him in the groin.]
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Goode: Let me help you up.
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[SCP-8911's laughter appears to become labored, with various previously laughing voices beginning to cough.]
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Bohart:[Gasping] I uh, I don't want to get up and fall again.
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Goode: Come on now. Don't be like that.
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[Goode helps Bohart to his feet, but his glasses fall from his face and hit the ground. One of the lenses is cracked.]
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Bohart: Great. Just fucking fantastic.
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[Bohart bends over to pick up his glasses and puts them back on.]
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Goode: There you are. Alright, let's go get you an icepack from the cafeteria.
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[SCP-8911's laughter has been largely reduced to coughing and wheezing and lowering in volume.]
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Bohart: Let me just get my shoe. Fucking laughing Site.
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[Bohart's glasses drop from his face again, and he accidentally steps on them. The glasses are broken beyond repair.]
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[SCP-8911's volume has become minimal, with very few voices still wheezing.]
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Goode: I uh… I'm sorry Vince. At least the Foundation has good optometrists, right?
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Bohart: I guess. Especially now that I'm getting a promotion, right?
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[Bohart bends over to pick up his glasses and shoe. As he fully leans over, he expels flatulence.]
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[SCP-8911 produces a final, hacking cough, then ceases.]
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Bohart: Oops. Excuse me.
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[There is a ten-second silence.]
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Goode: Vincent, I think we just successfully decommissioned 8911.
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Bohart: We?! What do you mean we?!
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Goode: Okay, don't get mad at me, but…
+
[Goode turns off his recording device.]
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<END LOG>
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Note: SCP-8911 has failed to manifest in Site-333 following this event. Director Goode was commended for utilizing Bohart's accident-prone nature to the benefit of the Site and Dir. Bohart was awarded a free meal voucher redeemable in the Site's cafeteria. The anomaly's documentation is currently pending reclassification to Decommissioned.
Filename: site333.png
+Name: View of house between two casinos - Town of Atlantic City, North end of Absecon Island, South of Absecon Channel, Atlantic City, Atlantic County, NJ HABS NJ,1-ATCI,19-3 (CT).tif
+Author: Jack Boucher
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: Full procedures pending per the current RCT-Δt investigation. Presently, staff of Site-898 are not permitted to leave the area constituting SCP-8946. Staff of Site-46 are similarly to remain on-site for the foreseeable future.
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The Departments of Geology are currently working with RCT-Δt to synchronize their now cross-dimensional databases and rectify the record-keeping effects of SCP-8946.
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Description: SCP-8946 is the designation of a currently unknown spatial and temporal event that has resulted in the appearance of Geological Research Site-898, and the staff constituting it. These staff members claim to be of the Department of Geology, a Foundation department founded in the late 1950s, currently led by Director Hellen Gibbs. This information was found to be contradictory with files from Research and Containment Site-46 — which houses the Department of Geology and claims to have been founded by Director Juliet Grey in 2026.
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Photo of Director Hellen Gibbs, discovered in the Foundation employee database.
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In the following hours after SCP-8946's occurrence, several discrepancies within the Foundation database were found. Primarily, the existence of all individuals from SCP-8946 within the Foundation database as always having been members of the Department of Geology,1 and the appearance and records of contained anomalies whose existence prior to the event is contested by the differing Departments.
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Immediately after the database errors were noted, RCT-Δt issued a lockdown on both Sites-898 and -46, and exerted executive control over the studying and processing of SCP-8946. Director Juliet Grey, as well as a few other members of Site-46 staff, were by proxy cordoned to Site-898 due to having made the initial discovery and contact.
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Currently, the only conclusive information had is that SCP-8946 has resulted in two Departments of Geology, both with separate histories and personnel, that have no record nor memory of the other.
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Discovery: The arrival of SCP-8946 was recorded when a collection of Site-46 geology staff were investigating the Red Brook Mine, Pennsylvania, for possible anomalous activity after reports of disturbances. Due to a series of unknown errors, the data pertaining to the date and time at which this occurred was corrupted.
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SCP-8946 Occurrence Log
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The following log contains what is believed to be a recording of the initial SCP-8946 event.
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<The relevant footage begins roughly two hours into recording>
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The three geologists — Dr. August Fenn, Junior Researcher Bea Gillie, and Director Juliet Grey — stand within a low-ceiling portion of the mine. They are examining the cave wall streaked by flowstone and, quite noticeably, a large crack-like formation that runs along the wall and onto the ceiling. Dr. Fenn tilts back xyr head to stare at it.
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Dr. Fenn: Is this the same fault from the other side of the borehole?
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Rsr. Gillie: Could be.
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Dir. Grey has her gaze downturn to the map she is sketching — it includes several scrawled-on notes about various rock layers and observations the group has made thus far.
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Dir. Grey: If it's the same, we're looking for where some Pocono siltstone meets the Catskill?2
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Rsr. Gillie: Seems the footwall of the unit is red — wasn't Catskill red mudstones and sandstones?
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Rsr. Gillie approaches the wall, she runs a hand along it.
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Dr. Fenn: Yup, so it's likely the same fault.
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There is a slight tremor. The three tense, and exchange confused glances.
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Dr. Fenn: Never a good sign.
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Dir. Grey: Typically, that's an exit sign.
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Rsr. Gillie: I thought this place was marked as safe by the Reclamation folks?
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Dir. Grey: Doesn't mean shit if Mother Earth says otherwise, we should move. Not worth taking chanc—
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The tremor re-occurs, with increased intensity. It causes Rsr. Gillie to stumble, and she braces herself against the mine wall. Shortly after, she yelps.
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Rsr. Gillie: The hell? It's heated up—
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Dir. Grey:What?
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Rsr. Gillie: The wall— it's warm, it wasn't warm a few moments ago—
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Audio and visuals from Dir. Grey's bodycam suddenly distorts heavily, and a loud screeching sound is heard. Amongst the interference, the three individuals can be heard clamoring — they are attempting to exit the tunnel and move towards the mine's exit.
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The tremors continue to worsen.
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Dr. Fenn:Keep going!
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The wall the team had been previously examining, and the wall along the entire stretch of which they are running, has turned red-hot and started to bubble. All voices from the team have since been drowned out by a grinding, scraping sound.
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There is a growing light from an unknown source opposite of the melting wall, and footage is lost when Dir. Grey loses her balance and collides with the floor — camera smashing on the stone below.
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<End Log>
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After the conclusion of the event, Director Grey and the two members of her staff would be found by those of Site-898 within the Red Brook Mine, and taken into the site. Upon inspection, none of the three were harmed in the event recorded despite its apparent violence and the mine itself did not appear to reflect the damages within the video transcript. RCT-Δt agents would arrive shortly after, resulting in a full site lockdown. The Site-46 staff present would be separated from the Site-898 staff, and both Directors were detained without explanation.
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Audio Log 8946:
+The following is a recording of a conversation between Director Juliet Grey and Director Hellen Gibbs, immediately after detention.
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Recording and supervising was done by Temporal Agent Serinus Dávalos.3
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<Recording Start>
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The two are sitting in a blank holding cell, sitting next to one another in front of an empty table. Dir. Gibbs glances at the clock on the wall, the clock indicates that they've been sitting in silence for the past five minutes.
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Dir. Grey is staring at her feet, clenched hands resting in her lap. She is still dressed in field attire PPE. Dir. Gibbs turns and looks at her, almost curiously.
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Dir. Gibbs: I don't think I caught your name, before the TAD folks barged in.
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Dir. Grey: Juliet Grey. Director Juliet Grey.
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Dir. Grey does not look up. Regardless of this, Dir. Gibbs nods.
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Dir. Gibbs: Hellen Gibbs. Now, I'm curio—
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Dir. Grey: I don't know what's going on. So I don't think I can answer anything right now. Are we under arrest? Time arrest?
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Dir. Gibbs: Hard to say. I caught something about retrocausality, which probably makes sense since the time cops are on my doorstep as opposed to usual Foundation forces about this… occurrence.
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Dir. Grey:[She puts her head in her hands] Great. That's great.
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There is a pause. Dir. Gibbs watches Dir. Grey for a few moments as she regains her composure.
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Dir. Grey: One of people who found us under your site said this place was founded in the 50s? Is that… is that true?
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Dir. Gibbs: Is that different than your recollection?
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Dir. Grey: Very. I founded the Department in 2026.
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There is a pause of silence.
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Dir. Gibbs: Oh my. That is… quite the extreme gap. I'm surprised it took so long, for your version that is. What set it off?
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Dir. Grey heaves a sigh, and casts her gaze to the side. She looks on edge.
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Dir. Grey:A deposit of obsidian in Australia that shouldn't be there. We classified it as 7186, and it was a hellish mess to cover it up scientifically. Me and my team fought tooth and nail to do so — and we ended up with the Department formed as a result. We built our site on it.
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Dir. Gibbs nods.
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Dir. Gibbs: …Fascinating. We don't — er, perhaps didn't — have an anomaly that matches that under our purview. Either we didn't find it, or—
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Dir. Grey: —it didn't exist here. The mines under this site, are they anomalous? We were checking them for possible activity when the change hits.
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Dir. Gibbs: Ehh, sorta? Used to be, was why this place was built back in the late 60s — but the phenomenon started to petter out in the 70s, and now it's only once and a blue moon.4[Dir. Gibbs chuckles] We primarily use it for tours, now.
Dir. Gibbs: Hm… okay maybe something simpler — do you know 113?
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Dir. Grey perks up, which prompts Dir. Gibbs to give her a look of surprise.
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Dir. Grey: The red jasper?
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Dir. Gibbs: Yeah, yeah that's the one. So… there may be some geological anomalies we share, and some we don't. I wonder if the throughline between them are our separate involvements.
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Dir. Grey: But that's— I dunno, it seems impossible. Almost arbitrary! Why us? Why are we the only thing that's been affected?
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Dir. Gibbs: It's, at the least, a theory worth investigating. I wonder how this'll affect the databases.
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Dir. Grey: I think that's why the timecops are on the scene, [She gestures to one of the room's cameras] whatever this is has probably made a mess of things. I think the database will depend on just… who's supposed to be here and who isn't.
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Dir. Gibbs tilts her head.
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Dir. Gibbs: Supposed to be here?
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Dir. Grey: As in like — who is the original. Like, who's native to this world— or timeline, or whatever it's called — and who isn't.
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There's a pause of silence, Dir. Gibbs observes Dir. Grey as she suddenly jolts her gaze down to staring at the floor again.
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Dir. Grey: Sorry I'm just—
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Dir. Gibbs: Stressed? It's understandable, in a situation like this. I'd be lying if I wasn't, too. Honestly, I'm surprised you were out this far to begin with — since you said your site was based in Australia.
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Dir. Grey: …we're stretched thin. I had time to lead the investigation. Needed to get out of the site before I went stir crazy or something, anyways. We're overworked, low on staff, still starting out and now this?
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Dir Gibbs: You're worried about being replaced.
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Dir. Grey: Of course I am! I founded this Department last year, and now one that's been around for decades has just popped up! Why the hell wouldn't I be?
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There is a pause of silence between the two. She seems to realize her outburst, and frowns. Dir. Grey drops down her head and sighs.
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Dir. Grey: Sorry, sorry— this is unbecoming of me. I just… I want to know if this is my
+timeline or not. And I just don't know— [Her eyes widen] wait. Wait, wait, wait—
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Dir. Gibbs: Mm?
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Dir. Grey: Wait. Maybe we're overcomplicating this whole thing. What year was it last you checked? For me it was 2027.
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Dir. Gibbs: 2014. Which makes a bit of sense, none of our dates line up, so it'd make sense that we'd have different ones.
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Dir. Grey: But what year is it actually?
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Dir. Gibbs: I don't think we'd have a way to check from in here, we'd need—
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The door on the side of the room opens, and Temporal Agent Dryll enters the room. They're squinting down at a clipboard, with a pair of reading glasses on.
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Agent Dryll: Hey— the boss wants to speak to you two.
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The two Directors turn to face them.
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Dir. Gibbs: Well, you have good timing.
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Agent Dryll: It's uh, a bit necessary in this line of work.
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They give a terse laugh, then sniffles audibly. Dir. Grey leans forward in her chair.
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Dir. Grey: What year is it.
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Agent Dryll blinks, checks a device on their arm, then shrugs.
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Agent Dryll: 2017.
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Silence on recording. Dir. Gibbs tilts her head, and Dir. Grey grips her own arm tightly — staring at Agent Dryll.
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<End Log>
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The discovered discontinuity between recalled dates, and the apparent current date, was relayed to Captain Regina Watts.5 These verbal accounts were consistent with that of the databases of both sites — while the present date is 15/12/2017, Site-898’s database last contains data from 2014, and Site-46’s database has data pertaining to 2027.
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In spite of this, all relevant files and anomalies have been found to be present within the world, even if their discovery has not actually occurred as depicted within their files.
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It has been determined that SCP-8946 is likely some form of retrocausal anomaly, and has caused this apparent discontinuity within the Department of Geology.
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Research into the cause and nature of SCP-8946, as well as its implications, is currently in progress.
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According to internal records, an alternate version of this file exists within the timeline.
Content Warning: Descriptions of violence, body horror, hallucinations, murder, and death. References to rape, Hell, demons, and other dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8994 is contained on-site. The surrounding area is contaminated with stray Satanic energy. Only persons with a strong connection to an Abrahamic religion are permitted, with special priority given to Roman Catholics. Personnel should wear Class 12.2 hazmat suits when interacting with SCP-8994, and cleanse themselves with holy water before and after the interaction. They should then be examined by a priest and a psychologist for signs of demonic influence.
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As of the time of writing, little more knowledge can be gained from SCP-8994. SCP-8994-5 is uncooperative with staff: he refuses any more tests and interviews. He is currently being treated for prolonged demonic possession sickness. He is expected to die within the next 8 months. His death will take the lingering effects of SCP-8994's curses with him.
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Update (03/05/2015): SCP-8994-5 has died in containment. SCP-8994 has been submitted to the NASCPF Research Board for review and reclassification as 'Neutralized'. This file will remain open for ten years following this, in case any developments occur.
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Description: SCP-8994 was a witch named Bianca Kuhler (August 21, 1996 - c. October 10-11, 2014) who was murdered in an abandoned distribution center in Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. She was clothed in a black t-shirt, blue denim skirt, and black running shoes, which have now all decayed. Her body radiates a high amount of Satanic energy which gradually corrupts and destroys objects that depict her. Photographs decay to ash after thirteen days, audio files corrode until they are unintelligible, and digital files rot in strange ways. Her body acts as a kind of beacon for demonic activity. The disembodied voices of demons and other malevolent spirits can be heard inside of her containment area. Personnel also report unexplainable feelings of rage or paranoia and direct encounters with demonic entities. There have been four attempted possessions since capture.
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Kuhler died after she was attacked by five of her classmates (SCP-8994-1 through -5) from Central High School in Phoenix. She had been creating a magic circle made of salt, pig fat slurry, and her menstruation blood in the early hours of the morning when they confronted her. She was beaten for around ten minutes before being stomped on the face, which created a violent skull fracture leading to an intracranial hemorrhage. Kuhler began to have a seizure, exacerbating her blood loss. SCP-8994-5 (David Marullo) then cut her throat with a knife, killing her.
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The five classmates were victims of curses Kuhler had cast during the preceding months. The majority of these were primitive jealousy and paranoia curses, along with demonic conjurings, visions of Satan, and dreams depicting the punishments of Hell. Notably, two days before the murder, Kuhler cast rage curses on all five classmates, damning them to Hell after they died.
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Four of the classmates died soon after the attack, in violent ways (see Victims). The only one to survive was Marullo, likely due to slicing Kuhler’s throat. The act was made under highly emotional circumstances by an individual who was already suffering from immense spiritual fatigue, in the proximity of a magic circle. Therefore, the act could have constituted a kind of rage ritual that protected him from death. Marullo's body was possessed by a demon after the murder, suggesting that he offered partial control of his body in exchange for protection. It is unclear whether there were additional costs to this exchange, as Marullo does not remember or was not fully aware of himself when the exchange was made. It is unlikely the demon has any relation to Kuhler.
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Though Kuhler kept a private blog detailing her plans to harm her classmates, she never gave a reason why. A working theory, given her age and circumstances, is that she was a victim of intense bullying at school which led her to form a relationship with Satan. The severity of the sins she committed was due to both emotional trauma and manipulation from demons she was in communication with. She cursed her classmates both as a form of revenge and permanent spiritual suicide.
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Kuhler, as an apostate and devil worshiper, will suffer the effects of each of her sins on Earth thirteen times over, for thirteen times as long. After review, it was determined that each classmate was damned for around 1,000,000 years. Therefore, Kuhler will be damned for 66,100,000 years (65M for the rage curses, 1.1M for other sins). Her soul will be destroyed following punishment. She will not be offered a reprieve by God.
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Victims: The five classmates are described below in more detail. They are ordered by date of death (descending).
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SCP-8994-1: Barbara Mue, 17, female. Mue experienced feelings of intense paranoia, rage, and self-hatred. She ended all of her friendships and withdrew from her family. She was plagued by nightmares in which she was chased through her abandoned home by a demonic creature that was repeatedly whispering the phrase, “I’m sorry, it’s not enough”. Her body was found a week after the murder in a wooded area just outside her home. She died after being stabbed in the throat four times. She suffered an additional 32 stab wounds across her body, and a long gash cut along the length of her back.
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SCP-8994-2: Victoria Lemond, 18, female. Lemond suffered from near-constant head and stomach pain. Her menstruation bleeding became heavy and lasted longer each cycle. She experienced seizure-like fits where she would speak in tongues, bleed from the eyes and ears, and cough up blood and bile. She was staying at the Zenith Health clinic in Phoenix when, on the day of the murder, she disappeared from her hospital room. Her escape was likely supernatural, as she did not trigger any of the hospital’s alarm systems and did not appear on any cameras. She was found two weeks after Kuhler's death in an alleyway in Tempe, Arizona, having drowned in a small pool of her own blood.
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SCP-8994-3: Jordan Rodriguez, 18, male. Rodriguez was haunted by a demon that would attack him in his bed. The attacks left numerous lacerations, most notably bite marks, on his neck, nose, nipples, buttocks, penis, anus, and tongue. He never sought medical aid for his wounds, and his friends and family do not remember seeing him with any marks on his skin. He might have been hiding them for unknown reasons. Three weeks after the murder, his body was found in a dumpster outside of the warehouse with his skin covered in magical symbols. The cause of death appeared to be a seizure that led to an ictal asystole.
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SCP-8994-4: Feby Canaday, 16, female. Canaday received visions where she was attacked and dissected by a shadowy mass that claimed to be Satan. Two days before the murder, she went missing. Her body was found four weeks after the murder in the back of an abandoned church. Her head was swollen and caved in, and her features were distorted as if her face had 'melted'. Her skin was rough and rubbery, and her eyes and teeth had migrated to other parts of her face. Her scalp was completely hairless. Her body was covered in her blood, though there were no visible sources for it. The positioning of her body suggested that she was panicked before her death. The cause of death is unknown.
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SCP-8994-5: David Marullo, 17, male. Marullo began hearing the voice of Satan daily. He suffered from delusions that his body was being controlled by an outside force. He attempted suicide twice, both by hanging, before the murder. Marullo is the only victim of Mahler to have had confirmed contact with her at Central High, as they were both in the same History class the semester before her death.
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Discovery: The SCP Foundation discovered SCP-8994 during the police investigation of Kuhler's murder. Marullo was arrested on October 14th, 2014, and was interrogated for two hours at the Phoenix Police Department. He admitted to murdering Kuhler, claimed that she was a witch, and described several of the curses she inflicted upon him. These comments flagged SCPF webcrawlers, and an investigation was opened. Though Marullo's testimony did include some problematic information, he will likely be seen as insane by the general public. The records of the interrogation were thus not confiscated or redacted.
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Marullo was awaiting trial at the Durango Juvenile Detention Facility when two Foundation agents inserted themselves into the employee structure. On October 20th, 2014, these agents interviewed Marullo for four hours. During this interview, the Veil was broken to Marullo and he was transferred to Foundation custody. Kuhler's testimony, along with segments from Kuhler's diary, construct most of what we know about SCP-8994. One additional interview was conducted at intake at Site-11, which lasted for 28 minutes, but after that, Marullo refused to speak. While additional interviews might provide some small amounts of new information about SCP-8994, the toll it would take on Marullo's health and the possibility of Marullo forgetting or misremembering events makes it impractical.
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Below is an excerpt from the analysis of the transcript which describes Marullo's during the murder1.
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None of the victims knew each other before being cursed. Even when they did eventually meet, Marullo said they were all cautious of each other. Marullo may have been projecting his own paranoid feelings onto his classmates, as they did at least band together to murder Kuhler, but at the time we took him at his word. The victims did not speak with each other during the attack. Marullo described the whole thing as "awkward," and "like a dream". He was likely dissociating during the attack.
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Marullo seemed emotionless, even after being told about the existence of the SCP Foundation, anomalies, God, witches, and Heaven and Hell. He did perk up a little when the rage curse was mentioned, but since none of us knew for how long he would be damned, we described it optimistically. It seemed like he believed us at the time. He gave the impression that he was trying to find a rational explanation for the curses that didn't involve the anomalous. We chose not to press the issue further.
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We asked Marullo what led him to know that Kuhler was in that specific building. He described a "pulling feeling" that drew him there, like "[he] was hearing someone calling [his] name". It is unclear whether this feeling was supernatural. He told us that he walked for thirteen miles to the warehouse, where he saw "the other four standing there" in the parking lot. He said that they were all looking at the ground, staring into space, but when Marullo arrived they all turned and walked inside together. Marullo didn't seem to remember what happened once he entered the building, or at least did not want to remember.
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My partner stepped out to grab a water for him, and we sat alone for a few minutes. I asked him in an unprofessional manner why he thought Kuhler did this to him. He shook his head and said that he "didn't care". He said that he believed that "this was bound to happen to him at some point". I asked him to elaborate, and he mumbled something. I only caught the word "bitch" and something about God. I asked him if he thought he deserved to suffer like this, and he mumbled something else but would not explain. I didn't catch anything from that.
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My partner stepped back in and we asked a few more questions, but it seemed like he was tired of the interview. He kept shaking his head and mumbling to himself. He was likely still in shock from the murder and the Veil being lifted. I advise intensive end-of-life counseling for him. Right now, he is likely nearing rock bottom in terms of morale. It seems like his only desire now is to die.
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Addendum 1: At 0211 hours on May 2nd, 2015, Senior Agent Francis-Jael Heber, better known under the pseudonym Dr. Alto Clef, entered Marullo's holding cell. The visit was not authorized (see Postscript). Clef's presence caused Marullo to speak, the only time he has done so after being contained. Below is the transcript of the conversation that followed.
[Clef enters. He grabs a chair that is by the door and sits by Marullo's bed. Marullo stares at the ceiling, and droplets of blood drip out of his nose and fall upwards, defying gravity. The ceiling is covered in a thin layer of blood which is washed off daily. Clef's dialogue is tagged as 'AC' while Marullo's is tagged as 'DM'2.]
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AC: You awake, kid?
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[Clef flicks Marullo on the cheek.]
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AC: You're gonna want to talk to me. I know it's painful to talk, real painful, but I've got important things to say and it's not like you've got anything better to do while—
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DM: Go away…
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AC: Yeah.
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[Pause.]
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AC: So, you're gonna die within the next week. This is only gonna get worse, and then either you're gonna kill yourself in here or your throat is gonna get choked up with blood until you stop being able to breathe. You also know that that girl you killed was a witch. You know that you're damned to Hell on the fifth layer for a million years. Or… it might be the sixth layer actually, I forgot. Once you get past the fourth it's all kind of [static sounds].
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DM: Why are… you talking to me?
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AC: Wouldn't you like to know what's gonna happen to you?
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DM: We… are all gonna burn. Yeah… There's nothing left to do.
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AC: Y'know, when I first heard about—
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DM: Who are you? Oh… I know you. I've heard your name before. Your name… Oh, good man, good man! What is your name?
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AC: Ah, hello there. You can't know my name, it's classified. You can call me "Walden" if you want, or "doc", or "asshole". I won't mind.
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DM: Heheh… You are a real cock… sucker… Good man…
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AC: I need to talk to the kid right now.
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DM: Okay… Wal— den.
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[Pause.]
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AC: Once you get to Hell, it'll be what you imagine. Murder, pain, every kind of rape and torture and fear you can experience. The first two months will be the worst. You won't be experienced to it yet, you won't know what kind of things can throw. You'll think there's some line they won't cross, something sacred that they won't destroy, but I'm telling you now that there isn't. They'll pretend to be God and say they're saving you, they'll pretend to be your friends and betray you. You'll know what vomit and shit taste like. You'll know what it's like to eat until your stomach explodes. You'll know what it feels like to have your skin melted off with lava.
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DM: Oh my god.
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AC: After a little while though, you'll get used to it. You won't judge time based on hours or days, but by some other method that's useful. You'll grow numb to the pain. There's only so many ways you can hurt a person, only so many ways to scare them. At some point it'll all wash off of you like water. You'll meet one of your friends in there, and you'll do… whatever you teenagers like to do, I don't know.
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DM: Shut up! Fuck you, man…
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AC: Why do you want me to shut up? I'm trying to help you.
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DM: 'Cause you don't… ah… give a shit. You're a… ah— fuck! I don't have any friends. I'm not gonna see anybody down there. I'm gonna be alone— alone because of some fucking… I don't even deserve this, I was good. I'm a good person. Why do I have to go to Hell?
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AC: Witches are punished thirteen times worse as their victims. What you'll go through won't even compare — it won't even be a scratch — compared to her. You'll forget all about it before she's even halfway through.
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DM: I don't give a shit! Fuck… h-her! I don't care what happens to her. I don't care, it's so dumb… This is so fucking dumb, d-dude…
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[Marullo cries. His tears are also bloody, and burn his skin as they trickle down his cheeks. Clef takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs them away.]
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AC: Hey. What you're going through right now is unimaginable— unimaginable. It's happening though, and no amount of tears will get you out of it. You can't drink it away, you can't ignore it with dope or escape it with suicide, you can't do none of that. I'm telling you this because I want you to be prepared. I want you to be able to be happy once it's over. You're still gonna go to Heaven at the end of it.
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DM: It won't help me.
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AC: I know it seems like that, and in a lot of ways—
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DM: Good man! Do you wish at night that we call you good man? You know we do. Trying to coach the little pup, it's so sweet of you Wal— den. Hopefully, God is looking down on you, looking down and seeing how good of a man you are. Do you think that? God doesn't give a shit about sentiment. There is no preparation you can give for Hell. There is no safety in Hell, there is no hope in Hell. Hope is fucked out of you like… oh! Like a shrewd woman is fucked into a good wife! [laughs]
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AC: You don't know what God thinks.
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DM: Oh, but you would know what it's like to rape the hope out of a woman, Wal— den. You would know how to get a shrewd bitch to beg like a good girl, wouldn't you? You… worm. You—
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AC: I'm not playing with you anymore.
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DM: You cheat. You snake. Your daddy Satan shall rape your fratrici—
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[Clef slaps Marullo across the face. Then, there's a pause.]
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DM: I'm… sorry.
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AC: It's not your fault.
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DM: Shut up. E-Everything about this is my… fault.
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AC: And there's nothing I can say that'll change your mind?
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DM: No. Just shut up for… a second.
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AC: Okay.
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[They sit in silence for two minutes and twenty-seven seconds.]
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DM: Can I ask you something?
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AC: Yeah?
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DM: What was he… talking about? That… he knows you.
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AC: You can't trust a demon on anything, much less what they say. They know a little bit about people on Earth if they're significant enough. And by 'significant', I mean significant by a demon's standard which just means they care about how big of a sinner you are— and I'm kind of notable if you catch my drift. I'm going down deep once I die. That's why I got this little mark on my forehead. You see this? It's called the Mark of Cain. It means you're a killer.
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DM: Who did… you kill?
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AC: I killed a… I killed one of the anomalies here. A guy. Did a lot of bad things to people, a lot of innocent people. He was a real… wild animal. A real cruel motherfucker. Just… cruel to everything. Uncaring, not even to people who deserve it. So I killed him.
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DM: B-But there's a lot of… killers, aren't there? Why do you have the… mark?
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AC: Well… sometimes in the world, there are things that God thinks deserve to live. Most of the time, this makes sense: the Pope, charity workers, people like that. You understand why God blesses them. Then uh… sometimes, there comes a person who God wants to live who… does not deserve to. They get protected, they get forgiven no matter how many people they kill, no matter how much damage they do. That guy I killed— he was technically immortal. Would come back in a new body every time he died. Didn't matter if you shot him or blew him up or poisoned him. We cast every single spell we could imagine on this guy, we invented like fifty new death spells, and he would reappear the next day like it didn't matter. God just… wanted him to live.
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[Pause.]
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AC: And um… God's not too big on the whole talking business, so I can't ask him why this guy is so important. We try reasoning with him, we try containing him and that doesn't work. He would lie through his teeth and say he was better and say he wanted to help and then he'd slit a woman's throat in front of me. I um… got kind of desperate. Y'know, begging God on my knees to just say something. I got real angry with him, with everything. I took it out a lot of people. Most of the time they deserved it, but sometimes they didn't. I would try to justify it, but you know how that kind of anger goes. At some point even that stopped helping, and I got so mad that I stopped caring about the consequences. I thought well if God's gonna play favorites and God's gonna rig the goddamn game and God doesn't care, then I won't care. I'll cheat. I'll kill God. I'll make things right— and I killed him. Killed him permanently, and I got this scar. I saved more people than I can ever imagine, entire generations of people. They gave me a gold star here, named a facility after me. There's entire countries that wouldn't be here if it weren't for what I did, and what is my payment for that? What does he do? Well obviously, he punishes me worst of all.
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DM: What is your punishment?
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AC: I don't know. I get some visions of it sometimes, but I can't make it out real good. It's just some black void, y'know.
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[Pause.]
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AC: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that, I'm just uh… wired a little strange, David. Your name is David, right? I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm probably just going a little mad.
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DM: N-No, it's fine. I… like listening to you. Makes me feel less…
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DM: That is really… really… bullshit.
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AC: [laughs] I guess it is.
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DM: Am I gonna g-go crazy in there?
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AC: You want the nice answer or the real one?
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AC: Well, the nice answer is that the mind is really good at protecting itself. It is extremely difficult to get it to do something illogical. You can look at a schizophrenic who thinks he's Jesus and say, "Oh God, that guy is crazy," but if you were the one who woke up one day with a voice telling you it was God and saying you were Jesus, wouldn't you believe it? The brain adapts, makes the world understandable. You'll never have that movie moment where you lose your mind and turn into an animal. You'll just be… wired a little weird for a bit.
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DM: What is… the other one?
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AC: The real answer is that you'll probably forget who you are. Your life on Earth will be like childhood memories. You'll only know what Hell feels like, and you'll adapt to it. The pain will become normal. It'll be like you're living back here again, just a little worse.
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DM: [laughs] A little worse. Oh-oh! T-T-There will never be nothing worse. For you, oh especially for you. You cannot talk yourself into some stoic defense, Wal— den. God is not some distant weapon, good man, he is active and watching. He saves those who deserve to be saved. You and this little pup bitch here aren't one of them.
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AC: You love the attention, don't you?
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DM: You think I'm evil. You think I'm trying to trick you, but I'm not. I'm showing the pup his punishment, just a little taste of his punishment. God doesn't save people; nobody in Hell is saved, you fucking liar. There are only great men in Heaven and small, small insignificant creatures like you and me. Only c-c-crackers and insignificant creatures like you and me. H-Human morality is all— all so s-small compared to… ah! Ah, oh… Oh my god… Oh my god…
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AC: You okay?
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[Marullo coughs out blood onto his blanket. Clef wipes away some of the blood that landed on his chin.]
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DM: I don't w-wanna… Oh my god, I don't wanna…
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AC: You're alright. You'll be alright.
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[Marullo begins crying again. He leans over to Clef, and Clef embraces him.]
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DM: Please help me. Please p-pull me out or something. Please do something.
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AC: It doesn't work that way.
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DM: Yes it does! You killed t-that… whatever fucking thing it was! [laughs, then cries] So fucking d-dumb! Why!? Why!? Just do something, please! You are so fucking… ah! [screams, then cries] Help me, mom… Help me, mom…
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AC: I can't, David. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, David.
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[Clef holds Marullo as he screams and cries for the next minute-and-a-half. Then, they sit in silence.]
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AC: Do you want me to go?
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DM: No, i-it's fine. I need s-something to wipe up the… tears. I can't do it.
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AC: Okay.
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DM: Do… hah… you have somewhere to g-go?
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AC: I can get out of it.
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DM: Okay.
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[Marullo and Clef sit in silence for two-and-a-half minutes. Occasionally, tears flow out of Marullo's eyes and Clef dabs them away.]
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DM: Why does God h-hate me?
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AC: God doesn't hate you.
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DM: Then why doesn't he save me?
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AC: I don't know, David.
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[Pause.]
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DM: D-Did you… when you killed that guy, did you know you'd be going to Hell forever?
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AC: Yes.
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DM: Why did you do it, then?
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AC: Because… it was the right thing to do. He was hurting people and there wasn't any other way to stop him. And y'know… it would be too hard to try and get someone else to do it. [laughs]
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DM: It w-wouldn't matter, though. I c-couldn't… I'm such a coward.
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AC: You're not a coward. Y'know… I'm not like you, David. I'm not the kind of person who deserves to go to Heaven. I'm a very, very selfish man who has done a lot of bad things to a lot of good people in my life. I hide in my job. I act like I don't care about shit, but I do. I love people, I love humanity. And sometimes in your life you'll have to put your shit aside for who you love.
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[Pause.]
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DM: God looks down on self-pity.
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AC: Mm.
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DM: God looks down even worse on pride. Helping out of pride is worse than not helping at all. Thinking you are some Jesus, thinking you will change… thinking you are different from… him… you were never different, Cl— ef… You r… rapist. You murderer.
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AC: You don't know anything about me.
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DM: You are made… of the most… jealous parts… You jealous, jea— lous boy… O-Oh… ho-ho, hahah!
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[Marullo laughs hysterically. Then he coughs up more blood. Clef wipes it off of his chin. There is silence for another minute, as Marullo and Clef continue embracing.]
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DM: Will I be able to s-see you… in Hell?
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AC: You can if you want. I'll be pretty far away, but if you try, you should.
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DM: O— kay.
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[Pause.]
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DM: Will you… r-remember me?
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AC: I'll… yeah. Yeah, I will.
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DM: Okay… okay…
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[They do not speak for another thirty minutes. Marullo falls asleep during this time.]
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Postscript: The next morning (May 3rd, 2015), Clef is found asleep on the floor next to Marullo. He is taken out of the room, and a disciplinary report is submitted to the SCPF Ethics Committee for failing to clear the interview with Site-11 staff. Six hours later, Marullo suffers a cardiac arrest. He undergoes cardiorespiratory resuscitation for 30 minutes but is unable to be revived and dies. A prayer for peaceful rest is given, and his body is buried in Greenwood Memorial Park in Phoenix, Arizona. His family is given Class A amnestics with cover story RG178 being planted in their minds and are allowed visitation rights.
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On May 15th, Clef is suspended without pay for two months, although his interview privileges are not revoked. He is ordered to return to psychiatric care during this time, which he does willingly. See Dr. Clef's Personnel File, section "Other Documents" for documents relating to this case.
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