Special Containment Procedures: SCP-074 is contained at Site 81. SCP-074 is an active infohazard. No research in evaluating its anomalous properties is to be conducted. All personnel who have previously engaged in research into SCP-074's anomalous properties, who have a post-secondary or greater education in physics, or who have accessed Archive 074-317E, must never come within 5 km of SCP-074.
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SCP-074 is contained within a 6m x 6m x 3m reinforced glass chamber,1 filtered to block all ultraviolet light, and situated within a windowless room lit by monochromatic safelights, which serves as secondary containment. The containment chamber is to be surrounded with scaffolds bearing sheets of live cultured human skin held parallel to the surfaces of the containment chamber, and arranged overlapping each other such that lateral coverage is at least 95%. Skin sheets must be a minimum of 3 (three) millimetres thick, and warmed to 37 (thirty-seven) degrees Celsius, and must be grown from samples provided by D-class personnel with no less than a middle-school education and no more than a high-school education. All skin sheets are to be examined on a daily basis for instances of SCP-074-1; all instances of SCP-074-1 are to be excised and incinerated.
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SCP-074 is to be fed 75 grams of fresh shredded apple (genus Malus) leaves, bark, and fruit, hydroponically grown to ensure lack of pollutants and foreign organisms, once a day, via a mechanical dispenser.
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In the event of a spontaneous containment breach, personnel can coerce SCP-074 into returning to its containment by first occupying each of its four sets of jaws with an entire raw apple, then physically pushing SCP-074 in the desired direction, gently tapping its compound eyes with an open palm, or spraying its front pair of antenna with a 0.5% solution of methanoic acid.
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Description: SCP-074 is an anomalous organism which uses various quantum properties at a macroscopic scale, and in other ways modifies the standard laws of physics within its immediate vicinity. The specific nature of these modifications appears to be linked to the extent to which humans in SCP-074's vicinity are aware of the precise details of the physical laws which SCP-074 modifies, such that research to determine whether SCP-074 has a given property or capability, results in SCP-074 developing or manifesting that property or capability. Archive 074-317E — a full list of the anomalous physical phenomena known to be, or to have been, associated with SCP-074 — is available to personnel level 3 or higher; personnel who access this document will be disqualified from working with SCP-074, or for any other reason coming within 5 km of Site 81.
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SCP-074 has repeatedly manifested the ability to spontaneously materialize at locations as much as 3 meters outside its primary containment; this is believed to be, or to be analogous to, quantum tunnelling.
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Foundation entomologists have tentatively identified SCP-074 as belonging to the order Isopoda, commonly known as a 'woodlouse'. Its inertial mass is approximately 1700 kilograms, but its gravitational mass is approximately 375 grams; its volume has been estimated at 1.7 cubic meters, approximately the size of a compact car.
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SCP-074 is female2 and parthenogenetic; periodically3, the globular organ at the tip of its ovipositor luminesces, and emits what was originally thought to be a form of non-ionizing radiation, but which has since been identified as "coherent wavepackets"4 of the probability of one of SCP-074's self-fertilized eggs (henceforth SCP-074-1) "reifying".5 Instances of SCP-074-1 preferentially reify and incubate within the flesh of humans with knowledge of physics.6 In the absence of suitable humans to serve as hosts, the wavepackets will reify within other organisms, or within inanimate objects; however, rather than incubating, the eggs will wither and die, leaving perforations similar to radiation damage at a macroscopic scale. The wavepackets appear to decay over time, as no wavepackets or instances of wavepacket-related damage have been detected at distances greater than approximately 400 m from SCP-074. The rate at which successfully-incubated instances of SCP-074-1 mature appears to be dependent on the host's exposure to ultraviolet light: within a host exposed to an average of 30 minutes of unfiltered sunlight per day for a month, an instance of SCP-074-1 was observed to grow from 2 milligrams to 8 kilograms,7 whereas within a host totally isolated from natural light for a month, the three simultaneous instances reached sizes at excision of only 600g, 680g, and 710g. The complete developmental history and life cycle of SCP-074-1, including how they emerge from their host, and their size at emergence, is not yet known.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1197 is to be fitted with a Foundation issue keycard lock designed to match neighboring units. Management has been instructed to inform both staff and guests that SCP-1197 is indefinitely inaccessible.
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Two armed personnel are to be incorporated into the civilian staff in the security office. Any subjects emerging from SCP-1197 are to be detained and administered medical and psychological treatment before being interviewed.
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Following an active session SCP-1197 is to be thoroughly searched and cleaned with the entrance door secured open. Any anomalous items and bodies are to be removed and studied. SCP-1197-1 is not to be manipulated at any time outside of testing.
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Description: SCP-1197 is hotel suite ███ in [REDACTED], containing a bedroom area, bathroom, and typical furnishings including a television, mini-fridge, and telephone. The windows on the far wall of the bedroom cannot be opened and the walls, floor, and ceiling cannot be damaged or breached by any known means. When viewed from through the windows from outside SCP-1197 appears as a clean and unoccupied room at all times.
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SCP-1197 can be occupied for any amount of time and freely vacated, provided the occupant does not open SCP-1197-1. SCP-1197-1 is a doorway in the western wall of SCP-1197. Although it appears to connect to the adjacent suite, the corresponding door in room ███ cannot be opened. SCP-1197-1 remains locked unless the entrance door to SCP-1197 is closed, at which point SCP-1197-1 can be opened.
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Opening SCP-1197-1 will reveal an identical version of SCP-1197, including any current occupants, who have opened their version of SCP-1197-1 at the same moment. New instances of subjects exhibit accurate knowledge in response to questions of identity, and act in a similar manner. Posthumous testing reveals no biological discrepancies.
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SCP-1197 has demonstrated the ability to spawn items during an active session, out of view of any occupants. Utilities, with the exception of the telephone, continue to function, but occasionally experience outages.
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During an active session the entrance door to SCP-1197 will no longer open and cannot be breached from either side. Should 1 instance of each occupant expire, SCP-1197-1 will close and the entrance door will open for whichever room is currently occupied. To date all recorded deaths within SCP-1197 have resulted from homicide.
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+Note: The Foundation became aware of SCP-1197 4 days into Incident 1197/3. Interviews with hotel staff and local authorities provided information regarding previous incidents. For clarification purposes, surviving subjects are designated -1, -2, etc. while their duplicates are designated -A, -B respectively.
Subject: █████ ████████
+Duration: Approximately 16 hours
+Subject-1 failed to check out of SCP-1197. Hotel staff could not open door, authorities notified. Before police arrived subject exited SCP-1197, appearing distressed and acting violently towards anyone approaching him. A battered body similar in appearance to the subject was discovered in SCP-1197. Subject arrested and interrogated before committing suicide in police custody.
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Interrogation logs provided rough details of an SCP-1197 active session, during which the subject-1 accused subject-A of lying about his identity, denied the reality of the situation, and attempted escape. Eventually the subject-1 subdued and tortured subject-A to gain additional information and/or freedom. Subject-A expired from inflicted injuries, at which point SCP-1197-1 closed and the entrance door opened. Posthumous DNA testing revealed a match between the subject-1 and subject-A.
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Subject: ███████ ████████
+Duration: Unknown
+A body matching subject-1 was found in SCP-1197 by cleaning staff at approximately 12:15pm the day after subject-1 checked in. A police investigation determined the cause of death to be asphyxiation using a leather belt matching the one worn by subject-A. Time of death estimated at 9:30am. Hotel security video and front desk logs show subject-1 exiting room and checking out at 9:37am. Subject-1's current location unknown.
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Subject: ██████ and ████████ ████
+Duration: Approximately 45 days
+Before the Foundation could secure the site subject-1 (male) and subject-2 (female) activated SCP-1197. On-site personnel responded to the re-opening of SCP-1197 to discover subject-1 assaulting subject-2. Subject-1 detained, subject-2 transported to nearest hospital under guard.
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Interview reveals subjects to be a married couple. Subject-1 opened SCP-1197-1 while unpacking, discovering subject-A and subject-B. After a few hours of panic and argument subject-2 and subject-B were able to calm their husbands and all 4 agreed to rest and await rescue. Subject-B discovered wrapped sandwiches in their mini-fridge which hadn't been there previously, sharing them amongst all 4 subjects. The fridge replenished every day at first, but gradually produced food less and less frequently. Over the following weeks tension grew between the couples until they decided to keep SCP-1197-1 closed and check in daily.
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Eventually subject-A claimed the fridge ceased producing food, resulting in a violent altercation, after which SCP-1197-1 was closed and barricaded from both sides. Several days later subject-1 awoke to find subject-2 missing. Forcing SCP-1197-1 open subject-1 discovered subject-A in bed with subject-2 and subject-B. All 3 claimed innocence to accusations of infidelity. Subject-1 assaulted subject-A, leading to the death of subject-A and subject-B. SCP-1197-1 closed and entrance door opened. 2 bodies were recovered for study. Subject-2 expired from injuries before being interviewed.
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Subject: D-1916, a 28yr. old male convicted of a gang-related homicide
+Duration: Approximately 9 days
+D-1916 instructed to enter SCP-1197, wait until the entrance door was closed and open SCP-1197-1. D-1916 equipped with audio and video recording devices. Remote feeds were lost when SCP-1197-1 was opened. Upon exiting SCP-1197 D-1916-1 attempted to escape the hotel before being detained.
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D-1916-1 described meeting D-1916-A and exchanging questions until both accepted their situation. D-1916-1 and D-1916-A attempted escape, but were unable to breach doors and windows, or contact anyone via telephone. Over the next week increasingly elaborate plans were enacted but all met with failure as various utilities such as power, water, and air conditioning began failing for long periods. Arguing intensified until D-1916-1 discovered an electric iron in the closet and bludgeoned D-1916-A to death. SCP-1197-1 closed and the entrance door opened. Body, iron and 2 recording devices recovered for study.
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Recovered recordings show a clean, quiet and unoccupied room matching that seen through the windows. The videos follow the movement of each subject, but even when pointed at each other or at mirrors do not show the subjects or recording devices.
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Subject: D-985, a 24yr. old male convicted of three related homicides
+Duration: 5 minutes
+D-985 armed with a loaded pistol and fully informed about the nature of SCP-1197. D-985 instructed to enter SCP-1197, wait until the entrance door was closed and open SCP-1197-1. Entrance door opened minutes later, revealing D-985-1 leaning against armchair with a gunshot wound in the side, facing a closed SCP-1197-1. D-985-1 ordered by armed personnel to drop pistol and lay face down. D-985-1 complied.
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D-985-1 described opening SCP-1197-1 and being shot before returning fire and presumably terminating D-985-A. Personnel report not hearing any gunshots or other noises from SCP-1197 until entrance door re-opened. D-985-1 escorted from SCP-1197 and treated by medical personnel.
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Subject: D-5482, a 40yr. old female convicted of a domestic homicide
+Duration: 38 hours
+D-5482 instructed to enter SCP-1197, wait until the entrance door was closed and fully explore the room. After 38 hours entrance door opened but D-5482-1 did not exit. Security personnel entered SCP-1197 and discovered D-5482-1 sitting on the bed cradling D-5482-A, who had expired from a gunshot wound to the temple. A single pistol was found on the floor which had not been issued to the subject. D-5482-1, body and pistol removed from SCP-1197. D-5482-1 was calm and refused to describe her experience, explaining only that she had "dealt with her issues."
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Subject: Dr. Harrison
+Duration: Ongoing - 96 days as of most recent project report
+Following extensive psychological examination, Head Researcher Dr. Harrison was cleared to activate SCP-1197 for direct study. Subject provided with a standard survival pack, 30 days of rations and 1 week's worth of emergency drinking water. Various additional supplies approved, including clothing, books, writing materials, and board games.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-1244 is currently contained in lock box ██-█ in Site ██. SCP-1244 is currently under observation in storage room ██, which shares a wall with the D-Class cafeteria kitchen. Under no circumstances should the top button be pushed outside of supervised testing procedure.
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Description: SCP-1244 appears to be a ██████ ██████ brand stopwatch, specifically a model produced in 19██. X-ray scans of the device reveal a very complex interior filled with gears and levers of various materials. The interior bears little to no relation to the expected components, both in complexity and material composition. Attempts to replicate or even map the design based on scans have met with repeated failure, and all requests to disassemble the watch have been turned down due to risk of damaging the device. An engraving on the back reads, "I'll see you soon -C".
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When the button on the top of the watch is pressed, the hand of the watch will quickly spin clockwise reading a time between ten (10) and sixty (60) seconds, then begin counting down to the zero (0) mark at the normal rate for a standard stopwatch. When the hand reaches zero it stops with a loud click, coinciding precisely with an event of significance to a nearby person, with a range of at least 16 meters. The event is always the sort caused by a fixed amount of time passing, and were all in progress before the button was pushed. Statistically the number of such events occur with anomalous frequency during use of the watch, suggesting a sort of temporal causation by unknown method.
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Testing Log
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Setup: Digital clock with 30 seconds left till alarm
+Date: 01/13/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 30 seconds, and counted down along with digital clock.
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Setup: Digital clock with 8 minutes left till alarm
+Date: 01/17/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 53 seconds. When it reached zero, level 2 researcher ██████ burst into the room, and apologized for being late for scheduled testing. The researcher felt no strange compulsion but had been held up studying and lost track of time, and rushed through the facility in an attempt to arrive on time.
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Setup: All time pieces removed from room, all researchers present
+Date: 01/17/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 10 seconds. When it reached zero, no event was recorded.
+Note: This was later determined to have this coincided with the end of guard shift C. Two guards were stationed in the hallway outside the room at the time. - Dr. ██████
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Setup: Researcher in far corner of room instructed to count down from 30 in his head
+Date: 1/17/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 27 seconds and reached zero at the same time as researcher.
+Note: I guess the guy counted a little fast. - Dr. ██████
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Setup: Non-researchers evacuated from testing wing.
+Date: 01/19/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 57 seconds. When it reached zero, no event was recorded.
+Note: This event occurred at exactly 11PM local time, or Midnight in ████████ time where Dr. ██████'s wife was living at the time. She was furious that he missed their anniversary. - Dr. ██████
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Setup: Testing wing emptied, button pushed using remotely operated robotic arm
+Date: 01/21/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 32 seconds. When it reached zero the robotic arm sparked and dropped SCP-1244.
+Note: We found a servo in the arm whose warranty expired exactly 2 years from time of purchase, matching its failure to the second. It seems that, with no obvious countdown to sync to, it… finds one. - Dr. ██████
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Setup: Digital clock with 61 seconds left till alarm.
+Date: 01/22/██
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SCP-1244 spun up to 60 seconds. When it reached zero, researcher █████ collapsed to the floor, dead of a ruptured brain aneurysm. Subsequently discovered medical reports from 90 days ago had given him roughly three months to live.
+Note: It may just be me, but it feels like this was a little vindictive. It is my recommendation that we consider testing done on this particular object, I'd rather not piss it off any more and risk it interacting with any other SCPs in the facility. - Dr. ██████
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Incident 1244-A:
+On 03/19/██, cleaning staff noticed a faint ticking sound from SCP-1244's lock box. This was reported to research staff who determined that it had been activated by itself after being locked away for nearly two months. Research staff were unable to determine what it was synced with, but the object has since been moved to a room adjacent to a cafeteria kitchen. Monitoring equipment shows that it occasionally activates and syncs with the microwave clock on the far side of the wall. Since this move, this is the only additional anomalous behavior that has been recorded.
SCP-1661 specimen after partial deconstruction. The eye continued to operate for several days after the removal of what was presumed to be vital components.
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Item Number: SCP-1661
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Object Class: Archon
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1661 specimens are to be contained within Site-51 Site-81. Dissection and experimentation requests are to be filed through personnel with Level-3 clearance.
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Description: SCP-1661 consists of a swarm of self-replicating automata composed primarily of aircraft components, assembled in a random and seemingly nonfunctional manner. Although general arrangement and internal workings are highly variable between instances, each specimen contains a single, genetically cephalopodic eye of varying size in its approximate center. All SCP-1661 are capable of self-directed flight through unknown means, and posses an aptitude for swift, coordinated maneuverability.
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While SCP-1661 display some degree of sapience, attempts at communication have been ineffective.
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Individual instances are highly specialized for a variety of purposes relating to the seizure and deconstruction of airborne crafts such as planes, drones, helicopters, and un-manned spacecraft. Laser-cutters, multi-fingered appendages, and primitive cloaking devices have all been observed.
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SCP-1661 prefers to hunt collectively at night, attacking their target mid-flight. They are capable of completely deconstructing un-manned crafts and aerial drones in a matter of minutes; in all recorded cases they were successful in reducing such craft into scrap throughout free-fall, and before the craft could impact the ground. They generally limit themselves to removing non-vital components in manned crafts, presumably to allow the survival of passengers. Experimentation has revealed that in these cases SCP-1661 are more cautious and precise with their work, taking as long as an hour to carefully excise specific material. SCP-1661 has shown no responses to prey items other than airborne devices.
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History: SCP-1661 activity was first brought to Foundation attention in 1948, following several reports of aircraft losing small exterior sections of their wings or fuselage. Some passengers aboard affected flights claimed they witnessed small, metallic objects moving about the plane's exterior, thus prompting further investigation. A fictionalized account of these sightings were later disseminated to the public by Agent Matheson in accordance with OPERATION:SAGA.
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Investigation into the projected hunting grounds of SCP-1661 was fruitful; several attacks on dummy planes were witnessed by field agents over the following decade, allowing researchers to eventually triangulate the location of their nest. Containment specialists were deployed to the abandoned Albert Johnson Air Base in Indiana's Tippecanoe County in April of 1969.
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Personnel discovered over three-hundred SCP-1661 in the process of configuring salvaged material into new instances. The majority were able to escape through collapsed sections of ceiling in the complex upon sighting agents, who were successful in capturing several specimens for study. Forty-seven inactive instances were also recovered, each of which did not possess their characteristic eye - hosting only open orbits within their central mass.
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It is notable that two instances were responsible for the rescue of an Agent Fielding, who had nearly fallen into a fissure in the foundation of the facility. They were both then captured.
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Three days after containment at Site-81, a swarm of SCP-1661 descended within the site's exclusion-zone, landing five meters from the main gates. These instances did not resist collection by personnel.
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On 1/28/1971, all SCP-1661 specimens began to display erratic behavior, such as flying around in circles and propelling themselves into the sides of their containment chambers. Four days later, personnel stationed within Tippecanoe County began to receive reports of automobile crashes due to sudden onset seizures in the approximate area of SCP-1661's former nest, with first-responders being equally affected.
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+Elements from Eta-10 and Beta-7 were dispatched, in order to account for suspected memetic-hazards and bio-hazards, respectively. This detachment became similarly affected when approaching within one kilometer of the Air Base, despite protective equipment.
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+Aerial reconnaissance was subsequently able to capture footage of a singular, massive organism emerging from the fissure beneath the base, consisting solely of transparent tendrils spotted with hundreds of cephalopodic eyes. Heavy bombardment of this entity as it reached beyond the confines of the base did no visible damage.
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+Due to the large area-of-effect of the creature's hazardous abilities, the ineffectiveness of the Foundation's offensive, and the erratic behavior of SCP-1661 specimen; the decision was made by Director Oliver Rights to release SCP-1661 from containment. SCP-1661 proceeded directly to their former nest, attacking the emerging entity via the excision of several dozen of its eyes. Efforts from the entity to ward off the attack were unsuccessful - SCP-1661 proved far too quick to be struck by its tendrils.
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+The entity withdrew into the fissure, disappearing completely. Personnel and civilians recovered immediately from its effects. Later inspection of the fissure revealed nothing out of the ordinary. No trace of this organism was found.
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+Several non-functional SCP-1661 specimens in containment were later delivered to the nest, where personnel were able to observe their activation upon the insertion of eyes collected from the hostile entity.
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+SCP-1661 is thus formally considered the primary containment strategy for this entity. A full rewrite of this file will be produced to reflect this change upon further review of recovered footage.
The Stuff Industry What happens when everyone around you at work is a complete idiot and so are you, but not only does no one get fired, but you actually turn a profit? I don't know, some stuff.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1692 is contained on a 2.77 square kilometer area of swampland located in central Louisiana, with chain-link and barbed wire fences along the perimeter. Outposts are to be stationed at 500 meter intervals, with regular patrols by guards posing as park rangers. In the event of a security breach by civilians, all possible measures are to be taken to retrieve the individual without use of lethal force.
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Description: SCP-1692-1 refers to a corporeal entity of unknown composition located in St. Landry Parish, Louisiana. SCP-1692-1 most frequently appears as a prepubescent girl covered in mud, but has been observed taking on the forms of certain mammals and/or missing persons last spotted within █ meters of the enclosed region.
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SCP-1692-2 refers to a sinkhole located at the direct center of the enclosed area that is filled in with mud and water. As of 2014, 31 sets of human remains and 24 animal remains have been discovered in SCP-1692-2. Fourteen of the bodies have been positively identified as locals declared missing between the years 191█ and 195█. New bodies have emerged from the pit sporadically, despite constant video monitoring of the area showing nothing entering the pit.
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When a lone individual enters the affected area, SCP-1692-1 manifests more frequently, appearing to lead or otherwise attempt to induce the individual into following them. The individual inevitably becomes lost and all traces of them (including footprints, dropped items, and articles of clothing) disappear.
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Between several hours and several weeks, an instance of SCP-1692-3 appears within the area and attempts to leave, if practicable. Recorded instances of SCP-1692-3 tend to bear a strong physical resemblance to the missing individuals, though typically deformed or otherwise mutilated, with signs such as:
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Of the recorded subjects, 84% have shown physiological inconsistencies, such as having the wrong blood type, differently aged organs, different hair or eye color, fluency in languages unknown to the subject, and impairments and/or improvements in certain mental faculties inconsistent with the subjects prior to exposure. An additional 54% bear signs of surgical incision or stitching indicative of vivisection.
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With two notable exceptions, all instances of SCP-1692-3 have died soon after recovery due to these alterations.
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History: SCP-1692 first came to the attention of the Foundation in 1938 after several children went missing near ██████ Lake, only to be recovered days later, with two of them missing fingers and toes, one with extra fingers, and three others with differently colored eyes and hair. While scouring the region, █ local officers similarly disappeared, with one Caucasian officer being recovered in a delirious state, claiming to be an African-American male named ██████ ████.
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Foundation personnel on site soon discovered what appeared to be a freshly deceased body of a young child missing its legs and much of its head above the jawline, with skin grown over the severed ends. The body matched the physical description and clothing of a Bobby Dunbar, who had gone missing in the area some 25 years earlier, and was allegedly found months later alive and well. The body was placed into cold storage, as decomposition began setting in once it was disturbed.
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Interviews with the now-adult Bobby Dunbar provided no pertinent information regarding the body, though had mentioned in an earlier interview a memory of "the other boy on the wagon" but could provide no further details. The Foundation began investigating the case, and found that the boy recovered by the Dunbar family had been in the custody of one William Cantwell Walters who claimed the boy to be Charles B. Anderson, the son of a woman who worked for him, who subsequently filed suit against the Dunbar family for custody of the boy. Due to matching physical evidence, and the boy himself identifying Mrs. Dunbar as his mother, the court ruled in favor of the Dunbar family.
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The man identified as Bobby Dunbar lived out his life and died in 1966. DNA testing conducted in 2004 revealed that the man known as "Bobby Dunbar" was not in fact related to the Dunbar family. DNA from the body in Foundation custody was found to have been severely mutated via hydrolytic deamination.
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Incidents continued to emerge within the region, leading to a Foundation quarantine of the affected area in 1939, occasionally expanded upon further discoveries of SCP-1692-3 instances. A young woman was recovered by the Foundation missing her left eye and bearing stitches along her left jawline. From her testimony, details regarding SCP-1692-1 and -2 were discerned for the first time, and SCP-1692-2 was located. From SCP-1692-2, two bodies were recovered, one of which bore a strong resemblance to the young woman, who vehemently denied it was in any way related to her. The body was missing portions of the left side of its head, including its left eye socket.
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The woman remained on-site for a time before being administered amnestics and released under covert monitoring, where she lived out her natural life without any incident. DNA testing conducted years later found that her DNA did not match those of family members, and the recovered body could not be conclusively identified.
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Once video surveillance of SCP-1692 was technologically feasible, incidents of SCP-1692-1 sightings and recovery of bodies have dropped off dramatically. As a result, animal corpses have begun to emerge from SCP-1692-2, bearing similar signs of hydrolytic damage to their DNA.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1749-1 is contained in the Safe/Anomalous Items of Site-11. No testing of SCP-1749 has been scheduled to date. Any recovered specimens of SCP-1749-2 are to be contained in standard humanoid containment cells in Site-28. Access to specimens of SCP-1749-2 requires written permission from Site-28's director (Currently Dr. █████) or any member of the O5 council.
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Description: SCP-1749-1 is an ornately-painted control pad consisting of an analog screen and a standard QWERTY keyboard. When a message is typed onto the screen of SCP-1749-1 and the "send" button is pressed, specimens of SCP-1749-2 are created in locations around the continental United States.
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SCP-1749-2 are genetically identical humanoids. Every recorded instance of SCP-1749-2 to date has been a Caucasian male, between 24 and 36 years of age and approximately 2 meters tall. All specimens of SCP-1749-2 answer to the name █████ ████████, though no individuals with that name matching their description have been found in any birth records.
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Upon the activation and input of a message into SCP-1749-1, numerous instances of SCP-1749-2 will materialize in populated locations around the continental United States. No more than one instance has been observed in any single location. Upon materialization, each instance of SCP-1749-2 carries with them the following items:
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One (1) ██████ brand black business suit.
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One (1) █████ ██████ brand pair of black dress shoes, size 46.
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One (1) █████ brand silver wristwatch.
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One (1) handgun, containing a fully loaded magazine. Markings on the handgun match no known manufacturer.
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One (1) pill containing 2ml of potassium cyanide.
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When all instances of SCP-1749-2 have materialized, they will immediately seek out and kill the nearest human by means of gunshot. If the instance of SCP-1749-2 is disarmed, it will attempt to bludgeon or strangle the victim to death using nearby objects or its bare hands. Immediately following the murder, the instance of SCP-1749-2 will procure and consume its cyanide pill, causing death in 99% of cases. If unable to do so, the instance of SCP-1749-2 will self-terminate with its firearm. Neither living instances nor cadavers of SCP-1749-2 have been found to contain any additional anomalous properties.
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The following is a transcript of an interview with a captured SCP-1749-2 instance (designated SCP-1749-2-134) whose cyanide pill failed to activate before Foundation agents confiscated its firearm. SCP-1749-1 had been activated by the Foundation in an attempt to contain an instance of SCP-1749-2. Dr. ███ conducting interview, Dr. █████ on supervision.
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Dr. ███: State your name and date of birth for the record.
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SCP-1749-2-134: █████ ████████, date of birth unknown.
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Dr. ███: Please explain your objectives at the time of your capture.
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SCP-1749-2-134: I was sending a message.
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Dr. ███: Sending a message to whom?
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SCP-1749-2-134: To people. You know, doc, it's getting harder and harder to get noticed these days. Short of blowing up a building or starting a war, not much gets through to people's heads. And even if you shoot a school or build a bomb, nobody really gets what you're trying to say. They just don't get it. Too stupid. Too oblivious. What I was doing is telling people the exact message in a way that they'll really pay attention to. That's all people care about these days, all they care about is blood. So why not write in it?
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Dr. ███: So the control pad was built to send messages to civilian populations?
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SCP-1749-2-134: Yeah. These morons snap out of their slumber once they see the death on the map. It's the most powerful writing system on the planet. You just have to connect the dots. Oh, and one more thing.
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Dr. ███: Yes?
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SCP-1749-2-134: Fuck you.
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At this point, SCP-1749-2-134 self-terminated by means of a secondary cyanide capsule hidden in its back molar. Investigation of other instances revealed similar capsules, though all instances questioned denied awareness of their existence.
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Incident 1749-Beta: On █/█/████, a series of murders were committed in civilian population centers by individuals identical to instances of SCP-1749-2. As SCP-1749-1 was inactive at this time, it is theorized that additional models of SCP-1749-1 may exist. Foundation intelligence teams have been dispatched with the intent to recover any additional instances. Reclassification to Euclid effective █/█/████.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1771 are to be contained in a fenced off area 30 meters in radius. The border must be patrolled by Foundation personnel, and any civilian found within the contained area is to be given a Class-C amnestic before release. In manifestations that occur within a well-populated area, all properties in the fenced off area are to be purchased by a Foundation front corporation. In addition, the fence and patrols are to be substituted by walls and plainclothed guards. Any civilian claiming to have knowledge about an instance of SCP-1771 is to be given Class-A amnestic and released. Should a civilian claim to personally know an inhabitant of SCP-1771, they are to be interviewed for information before said treatment (exceptions and relevant procedure are listed in Document 1771-A1). All inhabitants of a new SCP-1771 instance are to be checked for identity and health every 3 weeks until a set schedule of each instance's residents has been established. Afterwards, each inhabitant is to be checked for both mental and physical health annually, on the first day of their appearance. All health concerns are to be promptly treated on site.
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Description: SCP-1771 is a collective term for a series of houses that exhibit the same anomalous behavior. Each instance of SCP-1771 cycles through a set amount of entities that reside within the house. Residents of SCP-1771 instances appear in all tests to be human. Each inhabitant is unable to leave an area spanning 10 meters in radius around the house where they live. Each instance of SCP-1771 has its own set schedule, with residents changing on specific days of the year. At no point is there more than one inhabitant in the house at the same time apart from key transfer. This change coincides to the changing of seasons in that region. Each instance of SCP-1771 only houses a number of entities equal to the amount of seasons in its region. The appearance of each instance of SCP-1771 and their associated entities are varied, with no apparent pattern other than previously stated.
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Entities that reside in SCP-1771 are universally friendly to any humanoid figure, often inviting them inside for various activities including but not limited to: cooking a meal for the 'guest', making and serving various drinks (tea, lemonade, hot chocolate, etc), watching a movie together, casual conversation, bird watching, lessons on hobbyist activities (painting, carving, etc) and shelter from weather conditions. All entities speak their respective native tongues for each region; some entities are also bi- or trilingual. Entities of each instance of SCP-1771 are aware of each other but cannot physically interact with each other. The only recorded communication between entities of the same house are written letters. There has been no recorded communication between instances of SCP-1771.
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If a resident of an instance of SCP-1771 offers their house key to an outsider and the key is accepted, the outsider will take the place of the resident. Only older or sickly inhabitants offer their respective keys to humans; younger and healthier entities generally avoid the subject. The new resident does not need to be informed of SCP-1771's anomalous behavior or be aware of the significance of accepting the key. After transfer of the key is complete, the original inhabitant will disappear once it is no longer under human observation. Cameras have been able to record an original inhabitant until it walked into a closet, after which it disappeared. Once the new inhabitant has accepted the key, there will be no change to the set schedule of the instance of SCP-1771; the new inhabitant will fill the allotted time that the previous one did. Inhabitants become aware of the significance of the key upon accepting and their nature changes (if previously antisocial) to a universally friendly state. There have been only 2 replacements in Foundation custody thus far: one upon accident before this effect was discovered, the other to test how far an original resident of an instance of SCP-1771 will travel before disappearing.
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Addendum 1771-01: Dr. R████'s Note
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Upon routine inspection of SCP-1771-03 during fall season, Agent ██ reported finding a letter directed to a non-existent inhabitant referred to only as 'the kind man who did the redecorating'. Upon questioning the current resident, resident stated the to-be recipient of the letter 'ran out of time' and became avoidant of subject. Agent ██ was unable to acquire any further information. Letter implies an extremely arid climate unknown to any of the seasons in SCP-1771-03's region. Further research into letters found in instances of SCP-1771 requested.
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Addendum 1771-02: Dr. J██████'s Note
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SCP-1771-09's resident for the wet season was discovered to be severely ill, diagnosed with acute pneumonia. A medical team has been assigned to SCP-1771-09 for treatment accordingly. Illness has been slow to respond to treatment and has not been cured before the scheduled change. During treatment, resident suggested to medical staff to take their key over ████ times without success, becoming frequently distressed. Resident became increasingly obsessed with medical staff, demanding to be under 24 hour surveillance by nurse and requesting the nurse take its key over ██ times a day. It became progressively more violent, especially near the end of the season; it would regularly remove its own IV drips to run to medical staff and attempt to force them to take its key. The weather during the season was notably unpredictable and unstable before becoming more consistent after scheduled change. Further research into health effects of the instances of SCP-1771's residents on local weather requested.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1806 is to be kept in a secure, light-proof anomalous items locker at Site-19. SCP-1806 shall not be exposed to direct sunlight except when being used in an approved experiment. Foundation personnel are to maintain at least ten meters between themselves and SCP-1806 during testing, and shall not place themselves between SCP-1806 and any light source.
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Instances of SCP-1806-1 are to be kept in standardized humanoid containment cells indefinitely.
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Description: SCP-1806 is a stylized sculpture of an elongated human head 0.8 meters in height and massing about 300kg. Analysis of the materials used to construct the sculpture reveal microstructures and concentrations of iron and nickel consistent with those found in a Type III iron meteorite. SCP-1806’s anomalous properties manifest when it is exposed to direct sunlight, or any light source of comparable spectra and intensity.
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When SCP-1806 is sufficiently illuminated and either the shadow of any living human subject crosses it, or SCP-1806's shadow crosses the subject, that subject becomes an instance of SCP-1806-1.
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SCP-1806-1 will progress through four primary stages after exposure.
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Stage 1: Immediately after exposure, SCP-1806-1’s shadow will begin to display anomalies, primarily by becoming darker than ambient lighting should allow, and by changing its shape to no longer be consistent with SCP-1806-1’s outline.
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Stage 2: Starting at 6 to 12 hours after exposure, SCP-1806-1 will begin to perceive objects and entities within shadows cast by other objects. The clarity of this perception will be proportional to the strength of the direct light casting the shadow, as well as the ambient light, i.e. the “darker” the shadow appears to SCP-1806-1, the clearer the perception of these objects and entities. A majority of instances of SCP-1806-1 will express distress at this, while a small minority (~10%) will express fascination. Instances of SCP-1806-1 are rarely able to articulate the nature of these perceptions except in vague terms.
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Stage 3: Between 24 and 48 hours after exposure, SCP-1806-1 will begin to lose the ability to visually distinguish objects, becoming functionally blind. Tests show that SCP-1806-1 is able to identify the presence of light, and can describe the objects based on the outlines of cast shadows, but is unable to perceive the illuminated object itself. Objects and entities within shadows are now particularly clear to SCP-1806-1, and any area of darkness will be described as a portal into some other reality.
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Stage 4: Between 24 and 48 hours after the onset of Stage 3, SCP-1806-1 will begin to present a form of aphasia that begins with the occasional inappropriate or nonsensical word choice and progresses into complete inability to communicate. The ability to understand spoken language from Foundation personnel degrades similarly. Within 24 hours after the onset of Stage 4, any meaningful interaction between SCP-1806-1 and unaffected persons is impossible.
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After Stage 4, SCP-1806-1 will converse meaninglessly at random, and move and react to unobservable phenomena. SCP-1806-1 at this point are unable to care for themselves and require restraints to prevent accidental self-harm.
Document T-1806-12a: Excerpts from Document T-1806-12, post-incident log by Dr. T. Ellison, 5/20/2007 – 5/24/2007.
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<5/20/2007 14:12> Surrendered myself after the accident. My own carelessness not checking the power was off before fixing the light. Cast my shadow right across SCP-1806’s face. They gave me a recorder to log what happens to me now. At least we’ll get some use out of this.
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<5/20/2007 14:30> It’s unnerving when you see [REDACTED] growing from your own shadow.
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<5/20/2007 17:00> I see them. Everywhere. In the darkness behind the shadows. Looking in. Undulating.
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<5/20/2007 17:05> I can understand why subjects have difficulty describing these objects. I do not think I am seeing in the sense we usually mean. I’m not perceiving light, or anything like the absence of light. I’m perceiving something more fundamental, and my brain is doing what it can to cope with the information. But it isn’t… Words don’t work. What does unease smell like? That’s what I see.
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<5/20/2007 18:13> I can feel them talking to me like colors slicing into my skin. Their pain tastes like grey. They want me to join him in the darkness he made.
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<5/21/2007 20:27> The world is melting around me. Everything his brother's light touches is starting to dissolve like an ice-cube under running water. I touch things like the table and the chair I’m sitting in, but I can barely feel the colors anymore. The watchers squat behind the darkness. Legions of them. Waiting for me. I hear the shape of their lust.
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<5/23/2007 11:13> I know the onion of the established computer thoughts. Unknown tragic dissemination. Dissuade the evangelical toilet before the catastrophic video canoe. Configure the armband.
Special Containment Procedures: All professional sporting events in the United States are to be monitored, with particular attention to American football. Should SCP-1838 manifest at any of these events, 2 teams of agents are to be deployed to the location (Team A, consisting of 2 members, and Team B, consisting of 3 members).
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Upon arrival, Team A is to monitor SCP-1838 remotely, and must continue to monitor SCP-1838 until its disappearance. Team B is to monitor Team A and SCP-1838, and are not to interact with either entity unless a Lyssa Event occurs. If at any point during its manifestation a third party attempts to intervene and disrupt the SCP-1838's activities, Team A must use all means necessary to prevent this disruption.
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When SCP-1838 enters an active state, Team A must deter the vehicle's operations under the guise of local law enforcement, using "merchant permit requirements" or "health and safety violations" as justification, and taking special care not to harm SCP-1838-1. Should a Lyssa Event occur as a result of Team A's intervention, Team B is to terminate Team A. Team A is to use all available means to expedite this process. Should a third party be responsible, said party must be terminated immediately. Specialized media blackout procedures have been devised for Lyssa Events, and are available for viewing in DOCUMENT-SCP-1838-LE-MP (3/1838).
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Any individual that has consumed SCP-1838-2 is to be administered the appropriate amnestic with regards to the time-frame of their exposure.
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Access to SCP-1838-3 is currently forbidden (see DOCUMENT-SCP-1838-B7 (4/1838) for details).
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Description: SCP-1838 is a food catering truck. The individuals that operate the vehicle and the food dispensed by it are designated SCP-1838-1 and SCP-1838-2 respectively. SCP-1838 is of unknown make and model; its dimensions are (from the front) 1.4m x 2.3m x 7m, and the exterior is largely a patterned chrome. The left side of the truck is emblazoned with the words "Red Bear Bob's Food Truck." SCP-1838, SCP-1838-1 and SCP-1838-2 have not demonstrated anomalous properties in their composition. SCP-1838-1 are highly varied, demonstrating no distinct pattern in gender, age or ethnicity, and while not aggressive or hostile towards Foundation interference, they remain secretive and vague regarding their personal facts. SCP-1838-2 generally consist of hamburgers, hot dogs, fried potatoes, fried chicken and soft drinks.
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SCP-1838 will manifest within roughly 100km of the site for a professional American football event in the United States; this will occur approximately 18-36 hours prior to the event's commencement. This manifestation has never been directly observed; it is not clear whether this fact is attributable to the nature of the anomaly or not. The manner in which the phenomenon selects events is unclear, but it appears to prioritize those with greater media attention. SCP-1838 will then park and settle within the closest legal proximity to the event location. Within one hour of the commencement, SCP-1838 will enter an active state, and SCP-1838-1 will begin to sell SCP-1838-2. SCP-1838 will continue in this state until 10-20 minutes after the completion of the event. At this point, it will leave the area and disappear within 18-36 hours; this event has likewise never been directly observed.
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It is currently unclear how many entities of SCP-1838 exist, though multiple simultaneous manifestations have not been observed. Details of SCP-1838 and SCP-1838-2 remain consistent throughout manifestations, though SCP-1838-1 does not, save for bearing the same uniform (a white cotton shirt bearing the "Red Bear Bob's Food Truck" logo, blue denim pants and black unmarked shoes).
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Any human being that consumes SCP-1838-2 will become subject to its anomalous effect. These individuals will refuse all nutrition that is not provided by the consumption of SCP-1838-2, and they will express a longing for further consumption of said substance.1
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If unprovoked violence occurs against SCP-1838-1, a "Lyssa Event" will occur. Numerous additional instances of SCP-1838-1 will manifest via a doorway at the left rear interior of SCP-1838 (this door is now designated SCP-1838-3; no corresponding door exists on the exterior of the vehicle), and will attack the responsible party. To date, these instances have been armed with a wide variety of improvised bludgeon and bladed weapons, including crowbars, tire irons, baseball bats, fire axes and knives. There has been no observable limit to the number of SCP-1838-1 produced by a Lyssa Event, and said events only appear to subside when the responsible party is terminated. Additional SCP-1838-1 produced by the event will retreat to SCP-1838-3 following the event.
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Addendum [1838-001]: Exploration Log IA
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D-2535 is a Caucasian male in his early forties. The subject has been equipped with high definition recording unit with direct upload to the Foundation vehicle on-site, where it is being viewed by Dr. Adler. Agent Benet has been assigned to observe the exterior of the vehicle during this exploration. It should be noted that this exploration occurred prior to the identification of SCP-1838-3.
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D-2535 enters SCP-1838 after all instances of SCP-1838-1 have been removed from the vehicle.
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D-2535: …Okay, everything looks normal.
+Dr. Adler: Yeah, we get that a lot.
+D-2535: Pardon?
+Dr. Adler: Please continue examining the vehicle.
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D-2535 complies.
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D-2535: …Doctor, there's a door here.
+Dr. Adler: Where?
+D-2535: Left side, far back.
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Dr. Adler: Benet, is there a door on the rear left side of the vehicle?
+Benet: Negative.
+Dr. Adler: Shit.
+D-2535: What's going on?
+Dr. Adler: Try opening it.
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D-2535 successfully opens the door, which does not lead to the exterior of the vehicle.
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D-2535: …It's an elevator.
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Camera feeds confirms an elevator with chrome walls is beyond the threshold.
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Dr. Adler: Noted. Please continue.
+D-2535: What the fuck is going on?
+Dr. Adler: Please enter the elevator.
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D-2535 hesitates, then enters the elevator. Immediately, a secondary sliding door, also covered in chrome, closes behind him.
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D-2535: Shit! What now?
+Dr. Adler: Point the camera at the control panel.
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D-2535 complies, the control panel comes into view. A selection of buttons listing "Units 1-30" are visible, along with a button designated "Ground Floor". The button "Unit 15" is currently highlighted.
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Dr. Adler: Try "Ground Floor."
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D-2535 complies. The elevator rumbles and emits a low humming noise.
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Dr. Adler: Is it working?
+D-2535: Yes.
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D-2535: (Whispering.) Uh.
+Dr. Adler: Please continue down the corridor, quietly.
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D-2535 complies. Roughly 1 minute later, D-2535 turns the corner at the end of the corridor.
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D-2535: What in the-?
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A room of immense proportions is visible on the feed, at least 150m x 30m x 100m. A large number of conveyor belt assembly lines are visible, and appear to be fully automated. The items produced by these devices include clothing, accessories, appliances, furniture, automobiles, and food consistent with SCP-1838-2. An elevated, windowed chamber is visible in the distance, overlooking the room. Numerous suspended walkways/catwalks are visible above the machinery.
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Dr. Adler: D-2535, respond?
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D-2535 is silent.
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Dr. Adler: D-2535?
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A loud, high-pitched screeching noise is heard, echoing throughout the room.
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Dr. Adler: D-2535! What's going on?
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The camera feed abruptly cuts out. 1 hour later, D-2535 emerged from SCP-1838 and was recovered for debriefing. For the full aftermath interview, see Addendum [1838-004].
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Addendum [1838-002]: Incident Report
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On ██/██/20██, at █:██ █M, a Lyssa Event occurred in ██████, ██. The event was later determined to be caused by Team A, who were killed by SCP-1838-1 before Team B could respond. During the incident, the audio gathered by Agent █████'s headset recorded the following statement by an instance of SCP-1838-1:
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Why do you fuckers always gotta beat up on Bob, man?! He's just trying to fuckin' help us all-do you know how much he does for us?! Show some fuckin' gratitude-
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At this point, said instance struck █████ in the head with an aluminum baseball bat, destroying the headset and presumably killing/incapacitating █████.
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Addendum [1838-003]: Incident Report
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On ██/██/20██, an internet marketing campaign titled "Let's Get Ready for Red Bear Bob's General Department Store!" was discovered. No such stores were located in the United States, nor were zoning rights obtained for the construction of any such facilities. Global intelligence is incomplete, but is thus far negative. The campaign was successfully neutralized, but the host server remains undetectable for reasons unknown.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1842-1 and SCP-1842-2 are to be kept in separate storage lockers in Site-118's Gamma Wing. Personnel wishing to conduct tests involving SCP-1842 should submit the Experiment Request form to the current researcher staffed with testing the object, or the Director of Site-118's Gamma Wing.
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SCP-1842-2 should not be used to create cylindrical shapes resembling soup cans due to the object's tendency to produce SCP-2057 instances.
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Description: SCP-1842 is a collective term that refers to SCP-1842-1 and SCP-1842-2, which when combined, form a toy set.
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SCP-1842-1 is a wooden toy microwave colored pink, purple, and yellow. It has no electrical components. The dials and knobs on the object are nonfunctional, and for all intents and purposes, SCP-1842-1 is a non-anomalous wooden microwave until SCP-1842-2 is used in it.
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SCP-1842-2 refers to a clay-like substance, currently stored in 20 plastic jars, each containing a different color variant. SCP-1842's anomalous effect occurs when it is molded into the shape of a food, and placed inside SCP-1842-1. After turning the dials, the interior of the microwave component begins to glow, in a manner similar to that of a functioning microwave. Where the dial is turned to has achieved no difference in results.
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After approximately 30 seconds, SCP-1842-1 produces a bell-tone. Following this, the door on the object opens, revealing that the SCP-1842-2 instance placed inside has taken on the shape, smell, texture, and taste of the food in which it was originally molded into. SCP-1842-2 post-cooking is referred to as SCP-1842-3.
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Toxicology tests indicate that SCP-1842-2 is a toxic substance that causes vomiting, extreme nausea, headaches, and other symptoms consistent with lead poisoning roughly three minutes post-consumption. If the subject vomits the substance, or if it is expelled through the subject's digestive system, all symptoms of poisoning cease.
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Once SCP-1842-2 is converted into SCP-1842-3, it is no longer toxic. However, it still retains no nutritional value.
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Tests have indicated that the output of SCP-1842-2 depends on what the user of SCP-1842-1 is thinking of. The object will attempt to create the most accurate representation of the food being thought of, using SCP-1842-2 as a base to do so. See Testing Log SCP-1842-A for more information.
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SCP-1842-1 is capable of replicating a currently unknown amount of food items. It is not limited to the functions of a normal microwave, and can produce things not normally produced in a microwave, such as cold dessert items, or elaborate foods.
The following note was found with the capture of SCP-1842:
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Hey kids! Ever see mom or dad cook, and want to do the same? Well now you can, with Dr. Wondertainment's Magic Microwave Set!™ Simply make the mouth-watering food you want to cook, using my Super Special Putty-Mix,™ pop it into the Magic Microwave, turn the knob, and voila! A scrumptious surprise that's so realistically mouth-watering, you'll wow all of your friends and family! Bake a luxurious chocolate cake, a piping-hot pepperoni pizza, or even a towering ice cream sundae! If you can imagine it: you can make it!
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Note: Do not consume Dr. Wondertainment's Super Special Putty-Mix™ before cooking.
Test 1
+Subject: D-850392
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A brown cone, topped with a pink sphere.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 produced one (1) strawberry ice cream cone. Subject reported that the dessert tasted bland.
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Test 2
+Subject: D-5315890
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A more detailed version of the ice cream cone in Test 1. Sculpted to more closely resemble a strawberry ice cream cone.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 produced one (1) strawberry ice cream cone. Subject reported that the dessert was delicious.
+Notes: We can conclude that detail with which SCP-1842-2 is molded affects the taste and quality of the food produced. -Dr. Louef
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Test 3
+Subject: D-9013241
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A solid brown cube. Subject is told to think of pasta when operating SCP-1842-1.
+Results: A brown cube that resembles an extremely compact cube of fettucine pasta. D-9013241 reported that the texture was extremely hard to palate, due to the compact nature of the cube.
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Test 4
+Subject: D-5382901
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A detailed reconstruction of a Lobster Thermidor.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 produced a highly accurate Lobster Thermidor dish. Subject reported that the dish was excellent, and "the best meal that I've ever had."
+Notes: There doesn't seem to be a limit to what SCP-1842-1 can produce in terms of food, even with extremely complex dishes. -Dr. Louef
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Test 5
+Subject: D-1251789
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A green sphere. Subject was told to think of diamonds.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 ran normally, but the SCP-1842-2 instance was not changed.
+Notes: SCP-1842 only seems to be capable of producing food items. -Dr. Louef.
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Test 6
+Subject: D-678923
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A detailed anatomical representation of a human arm. Subject was ordered to visualize human flesh.
+Results: SCP-1842-2 did not change.
+Notes: Evidently, SCP-1842-3 can only be produced if the user believes that what they are imagining is food, even if the mental image is edible.
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Test 7
+Subject: D-678923
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A black representation of a gun
+Results: Originally, D-678923 was ordered to use a representation of black licorice. However, D-678923 quickly remolded it into a gun-shape, and used SCP-1842-1 before guards could stop him. Subject was terminated by guards while waiting for SCP-1842-1 to finish. The aforementioned SCP-1842-3 mold was later tested, and found to be a non-functioning representation of a gun.
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Test 8
+Subject: D-235789
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A detailed anatomical representation of a human arm. Subject was originally a member of a cannibalistic cult prior to arrest.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 produced a detailed, grilled human arm. Upon consumption, the subject remarked that it tasted "superb."
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Test 9
+Subject: D-785201
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A model of a bowl of "白酒虾," a Chinese dish that involves the consumption of live shrimp bathed in white wine. Subject was born and raised in Xinjiang, China.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 produced several shrimp that twitched and moved in a manner similar to live shrimp. However, upon further testing, it was revealed that these shrimp lacked most major organs, and were effectively dead, despite the presence of movement. Subject reported that the shrimp tasted somewhat bland.
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Test 10
+Subject: D-124892
+SCP-1842-2 Shape: A representation of foie gras, a dish of fattened duck liver. Subject is showed a picture of foie gras, but told that it is actually called tarte tatin, an entirely different dish that consists of a caramelized apple tart. Subject is told to subvocalize the name "tarte tatin" while using SCP-1842-1.
+Results: SCP-1842-1 produced a dish of foie gras.
+Notes: Clearly, SCP-1842 does not necessarily produce the correct version of a dish, and instead produces what a person believes to be a dish, even if they do not correctly identify said dish. -Dr. Louef
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1964 is to be contained in a standard containment chamber and access restricted to personnel with clearance from Site Director ██████. Containment chamber access code is to be changed on a bi-monthly basis. SCP-1964 is not to be plugged in outside of testing.
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Description: SCP-1964 is a 1960's era television set, but does not match any manufactured make or model and bears no branding or numbering. SCP-1964 can only receive a single, anomalous broadcast. This transmission is broadcast on a channel numbered as '0.' Similar analogue televisions placed in SCP-1964's containment chamber function normally, and cannot receive the anomalous broadcasts.
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The anomalous broadcasts are presented by an announcer in a manner superficially similar to public service announcements. Broadcasts are considered a Class-B Information Breach, and consistently reference Foundation procedures and demonstrate meta-awareness, often directly communicating with viewers.
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For recorded transmissions, see addenda.
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Addendum 1964-1:
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00:05: Do not be alarmed. This is an emergency announcement.
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00:13: Members of the general public. This message is being broadcasted due to a K-Class end-of-the-world event, and our secrecy is compromised. Our organization, for several decades, has been dedicated to the containment and protection of the supernatural. Several of those entities have breached containment, and we are forced to deploy multiple nuclear devices.
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00:27: For your own safety, please orderly move to the nearest fallout shelter or similar structure. Please maintain enough rations and water for a period of 14 days, while awaiting Foundation and government aid. Do not waste water flushing.
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00:37: Do not leave your homes. It is unlikely that once you leave your homes you will again find safe accommodation, food, and water.
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00:44: If all your family is not present, do not risk exposure to nuclear weapons to search for them.
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00:50: Thank you, and may god save us all.
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MESSAGE REPEATS.
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Addendum 1964-2
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00:03: The following cities have been affected by nuclear blasts and fallout: [DATA EXPUNGED]. If you have survived and are currently in any of those locations, it is strongly recommended you await Foundation assistance.
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00:15: The following cities have been affected by containment breaches and anomalies: [DATA EXPUNGED]. If you are in the vicinity of any of those locations, evacuate immediately. You risk exposure to multiple Keter-class anomalies.
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00:26: No containments have been restored.
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00:32: Containment and public services will be restored as soon as possible. Goodnight.
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MESSAGE REPEATS
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Addendum 1964-3
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00:05: The following have breached containment: [DATA EXPUNGED], 1964. That… that is my number. I have breached containment. The numbers are called.
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00:24: The following cities are affected by multiple Keter and Euclid-level containment breaches; [DATA EXPUNGED]. If you are in the vicinity of any of those locations, remain. I hunger.
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00:40: This is an emergency announcement. I have breached containment.
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00:57: I see you. All the world is blind.
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01:05: [DATA EXPUNGED]. The numbers are called.
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Addendum 1964-4
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00:05: I breach containment. I am freedom. I are hungry. I see and know I that world hasn't eyes.
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00:17: See I all the corpses on all the streets. Skin they not have. Red and blood. I fed. Consume. Food is all of them, food! Food for the seer! World, blind, no eyes.
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00:30: Breach containment, [DATA EXPUNGED] numbers are called! Number of mine, called!
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00:45: I see you, you looking screen through and see you the world burn, the no-eyes world!
Special Containment Procedures: A garden of SCP-199 has been built at Site-19 for research and containment. The garden is kept in a ventilated containment unit with artificial light suitable for plant growth and an automatic watering system. The ceiling is covered with an electrified grate capable of destroying instances of SCP-199-2. The entire chamber is to be surrounded with a Faraday cage to prevent emission of SCP-199-3.
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Instances of SCP-199 or SCP-199-2 found outside of containment are to be destroyed with fire or pesticides.
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Description: SCP-199 is a species of fern within the Hymenophyllaceae family. SCP-199 is tangentially related to filmy ferns, but is more tolerant to temperature, humidity, pollution, and external damage. The rhizomes of the plants can attach to and grow on most solid surfaces. SCP-199’s appearance is similar of that of thallose liverworts, but its fronds are unique to its species.
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The fronds of SCP-199 will form into bladders approximately 10 cm in diameter, designated SCP-199-2. Eventually, they will fill with hydrogen gas generated by SCP-199, detach from the main plant, and drift into the air. SCP-199-2 will eventually float at one mile above sea level, and begin to ripen. During this period, SCP-199-2 will emit SCP-199-3 at an initial rate of one signal per hour, steadily increasing as SCP-199-2 ripens. Once SCP-199-2 is ripe, it will burst, releasing its contents.
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In most cases, SCP-199-2 is empty, and its explosion will not have any consequences. Occasionally, the explosion of SCP-199-2 will release seeds that grow into new instances of SCP-199.
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SCP-199-3 refers to radio signals produced by SCP-199-2. All radio signals consist of a high-pitched male voice, speaking in Mandarin Chinese, giving "analysis reports" consisting of observations made from SCP-199-2 and "status reports" of SCP-199-2 itself. Analysis of SCP-199-2 has shown that neither the source of the voice nor the radio signals exist, as most instances of SCP-199-2 are empty.
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SCP-199 seems to thrive in polluted environments, implying that it is adapted to grow in heavily populated areas. In addition, SCP-199 is resistant to most pesticides. SCP-199 is most commonly seen growing in chimneys, gardens of large cities, and inside of industrial factories.
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SCP-199 was originally discovered after residents of Xi’an, China reported balloon-like objects colliding with hotels and interference with radio devices. The source of SCP-199-2 was found to be a patch of it within the center of the city. Instances of SCP-199 have since been discovered in several large cities, most notably New York City, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Beijing, and Tokyo.
From 09/12/2017 to 09/19/2017, large-scale analysis of SCP-199-3 was conducted by the Foundation. Large Containment Cell #45 at Site-9 was temporarily converted into a simulated urban area. Five instances of SCP-199 were moved to the area for testing.
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The following is a transcript of SCP-199-3 transmissions, as well as notes in italics.
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"This is Staffman Foxtail, launch successful, entering watching mode." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after launch of SCP-199-2. Name and rank vary per instance.)
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"Targets found, beginning following mode." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above simulated civilians.)
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"Targets preforming clumping, engaging."
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"Targets entering phase, engaging." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above a gathering of simulated civilians.)
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"Engaging in Armageddon." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above a gathering for two minutes.)
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"Armageddon failed, disengaging." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above a gathering for five minutes. It is unknown what would occur if "Armageddon" was successful.)
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"Evasive drift initiated, course moved."
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"Obstacle encountered, moving from course." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 while avoiding buildings.)
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"Single target engaged in protectionless, retreating." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above a member of D-class personnel disguised as a New York citizen on a balcony.)
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"Single target engaged in that of protection, standing by." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above a member of D-class personnel disguised as a New York citizen on a balcony, while the balcony had flowers.)
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"Non-target found without that of protection, colored blue." (Transcript of SCP-199-3 after floating above a balcony with flowers without a civilian. Color changed depending on type of flower.)
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"Standing position recovered, entering malign phase." (After this was recorded, SCP-199-2 instances actively avoided balconies.)
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"[Unintelligible] — the Paragon — [Unintelligible]" (Emitted by a contained instance of SCP-199-2 while floating above Site-19.)
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"Payload ready for deployment soon, standing by." (SCP-199-3 as SCP-199-2 became close to explosion.)
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"Sorry, it looks like we have mayday here, please avoid future infertility." (SCP-199-3 before explosion, when SCP-199-2 was empty.)
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"We have a complete deployment ready, pleasure to serve you, sir." (SCP-199-3 before explosion, when SCP-199-2 had spores.)
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"If you could tell them I loved them—" (One instance of SCP-199-2 emitted this while idle, and appeared to be cut off mid-sentence. Context unknown.)
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Many variations and idle phrases cut out of this document. Please consult Testing Log 199-#023 for an unabridged log.
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Addendum: On 09/21/2018, residents of Istanbul, Turkey reported a collective "cloud" of over 50 instances of SCP-199-2. Before a task force could respond to this, all instances simultaneously burst. Instead of seeds, SCP-199-2 released an acidic slime that caused severe damage to a road intersection and created three casualties. An ongoing disinformation campaign was released crediting the source of SCP-199-2 to be a bio-terrorist attack.
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The source of this phenomena was identified to be a patch of SCP-199 on the outskirts of Istanbul. The task force attempted to use fire to destroy these plants; however, SCP-199 reacted with the fire and exploded into acidic green slime, injuring five Foundation agents. Following destruction of the patch, analysis of the soil revealed that SCP-199 had been planted there four weeks earlier.
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This new variant of SCP-199 has been tentatively designated SCP-199-B. SCP-199-B has also been reported in Mumbai, Lagos, and Mexico City.
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Near the patch found in Lagos, a partially biodegraded plastic seed packet was recovered buried underground. The front of the packet had a symbol resembling an eye with a red iris with a green substance covering a third of the eye. The back of the packet had a symbol strongly resembling the Foundation’s shield logo, but with the arrows pointing away from the shield and three vertical bars covering the shield’s inner circle.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2047 is to be held in a containment chamber which utilizes a Faraday mesh in its construction to block incoming or outgoing radio signals. SCP-2047 is to be monitored for radio communications. Any radio signals, or changes in the intensity of light sourcing from SCP-2047 are to be reported immediately to the site director.
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MTF Omega-4 "Foreign Exchange Students" is to monitor major astronomical centers and public communications for claims relating to details of the SCP-2047-1 event or its effects. Amnestics are to be administered to any non-Foundation personnel possessing knowledge of anomalous data in relation to the SCP-2047-1 event. MTF Omega-4 is also to monitor and contain any spacetime anomalies resulting from event 2047-1, as well as displaced biomass, non-Euclidean intersections of terrain, and transplanted matter.
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Description: SCP-2047 is a hollow iron sphere with a 40 cm diameter, covered in language originating from Theta-c. These inscriptions describe the process that occurs in Event 2047-A, as a warning system for the target planet. The surface of SCP-2047 has so far proved unnaturally resistant to attempts to open or cut into the cavity inside. Scans of SCP-2047's innards only reveal the basic outline for advanced machinery. Nothing is understood about how SCP-2047 functions or how it is capable in assisting in Event 2047-A, other than to relay a radio signal back to Theta-c.
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Event Log 2047-A-1973:
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Day 1, 7/13/1973: At 00:01:01, Earth and an exoplanet designated Theta-c undergo an exchange of spatial position. Earth is deposited in Theta-c's previous solar system, while Theta-c takes Earth's spot in the old Sol System. The process occurs instantaneously. No contact can be established with the lunar Minerva project. (See Supplement 2047-E for information on Theta-c.)
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Day 2, 7/14: Radio transmission is relayed through SCP-2047 at 01:32:57, via its spatial anomaly and multi-locational existence. Radio transmissions are initially audible and are initiated in an unknown language (presumed to be one of those used on Theta-c). Over the next 12 hours, the language converts into increasingly fluent English, until full communications between Earth and Theta-c are established. Theta-c's "interstellar exchange program" is first described. The Foundation requests a reversal of Event 2047-A. Theta-c responds with denial.
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Day 113, 11/1 : Knowledge of Event 2047-A eventually spreads over the first two weeks. The Foundation has no viable method of hiding the knowledge of the cosmic shift. Religious institutions experience a peak in attendance, and some reform their values to accommodate for this event, while others dissipate entirely. No knowledge of the existence of other sentient life reaches the public. As news of the loss of the Minerva project reaches the public, however, general anxiety increases. Foreign relations between major powers become strained as the United States, Soviet Union, and China enter a space race to explore the new solar system. The Middle East experiences a non-violent wave of protests and demonstrations in response to the upheaval of the known world, and unrest with their civil governments. Containment efforts by the Foundation are beginning to become problematic due to the Foundation's use of resources on continued efforts to prevent societal collapse. Requests to Theta-c for assistance are denied. (See Supplement 2047-F for information on previous exploration of the solar system.)
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Day 286, 4/23/1974: Containment of Keter-level SCP objects grows increasingly difficult and strains a majority of Foundation resources. Hostilities between nations increase as they become increasingly suspicious of one another. The United Nations becomes a strained force, not very effective in mitigating the deterioration of relations. Southeast Asia experiences a systematic political repression as China falls behind in the Space Race, followed by religious accusations in response to the increased volume of religious activity. Requests to Theta-c for assistance, following a presentation of detriments to the human race, is approved.
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Day 339, 6/17: A collaboration between Theta-c and Earth is initiated in order to attempt to reverse the detriments of Event 2047-A. Theta-c announces to the Foundation that reversal of the entire process is impossible, but suggests that a localized reality reset may be viable. Using a combination of SCP-2047 and Theta-c's technology, a CK-class Reality Restructuring Scenario is created, and includes a mass change to astronomical data, records, and memories revolving around the field of astronomy. This restructuring also resets the date on Earth to July 13th, 1973. Foundation staff at Site-88 (which houses SCP-2047) maintain full records relating to Earth's previous location, and are excluded from the reality restructuring in order to facilitate the further suppression of knowledge. After a full debriefing of top Foundation personnel, the residents of Theta-c are informed that further collaboration with the Foundation would not be continued due to an unacceptable risk of societal collapse stemming from uncertainty relating to previous events.
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Post-Reset Day 146, 12/5/1973: Apollo-18 space mission to Earth's new natural satellite is launched. Included on-board are the personnel and materials required to produce replicas that match the vehicles left behind by Apollo 11-17, as well as establish a temporary lunar settlement to begin re-establishment of the Foundation's lunar sites.
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Post-Reset Day 156, 12/15: Foundation Lunar Site-190 begins construction, with resupply loads arriving on a weekly schedule.
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Post-Reset Day 1517, 7/5/1977: Voyager 1 mission launches in order to better ascertain the details of the solar system that Earth now resides in. Minimal data was relayed from Theta-c after the exchange, but further investigation is warranted as necessary.
Planet Theta-c, also known as "Pycole" by its inhabitants, is the densest planet in its respective solar system. Theta-c houses approximately 9.144 billion different species, in the best translation between nomenclature systems possible. Its sentient population is distributed among nineteen minor continents and one major landmass, including 147 independent governments. However, all states are connected to one central government that is housed on the major landmass.
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The apparent age of Theta-c is 4.7 billion years, exceeding the Earth's approximate age by around 0.2 billion years. The development of both anaerobic and aerobic life assisted in the creation of this planet's ozone layer, although aquatic-based lifeforms were more prominent in Theta-c's development of sentient life. Its gravitational force is 9.582 m/s2, just below that of Earth's. Each day on Theta-c is just above 24 Earth hours. For every two centuries on Theta-c, there is approximately one additional Earth day.
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Inhabitants of Theta-c are a sentient race of semi-aquatic, bipedal humanoids. They have a chitin - scale aggregate above their epidermis, with the majority of their internal organ systems being similar to that of a human's. Through glands above their sternum, similar to gills, they are able to maintain a limited ability to breathe underwater. In contemporary Theta-c society, however, civilization is land-based, with very few underwater establishments, and all establishments of this type are research-centered.
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Philosophy of Theta-c largely revolves around olfactory expansion and the resulting effects on cognition. Inhabitants of Theta-c believe that taste is the most fundamental sensory experience in existence, and as such provides the most connection with the universe around them. Religious institutions are based on schools of thought on the effects of culinary design and their relations to cognition. There is no mention of the belief of a deity.
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Theta-c's technology is advanced past that of the Foundation's, as interactions have related. Theta-c's inhabitants show a strong desire for travel and knowledge, and thus utilize SCP-2047 to perform a process of solar travel. According to Theta-c, instances of SCP-2047 can be found in many solar systems around the universe, sent out to planets of highly similar physical qualities. Using these, they travel system to system, exchanging planets. It was stated that Earth was far from the first to undergo an exchange, although Theta-c has also expressed a reluctance to continue this practice, after observing the detriment caused to Earth.
The former Sol system, prior to Event 2047-1, contained a single main sequence star of 1.0034 solar masses. It was home to 6 planets, including 2 terrestrial worlds in addition to Earth and 3 gas giants.
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All planets in the Sol System were named for deities in Roman and Greek mythology. Their names were, starting closest to the sun: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Hera, Jupiter, and Pluto. A 7th planet, Neptune, was found in the asteroid belt between Mercury and Venus in the earliest part of the 20th century, but due to the recent discovery of several similarly sized worlds beyond Pluto, including Athena, which was 1.7 times the size of Neptune, it was decided to reclassify these worlds and Neptune as "dwarf planets".
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For more information on our previous Solar System, Supplement 2047-K along with Document Collection Phi are recommended reading. The primary focus of this supplement, however, is to provide information on exploration efforts of the previous Sol System and cultural impacts of the changes enacted by the residents of Theta-c, specifically that of moon exploration programs. It should be noted that Earth's original moon was similar in composition to that of its new system, though the topography was drastically different (as outlined in Document Collection Phi).
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The space program of the United States in 1969 placed men on the moon. However, it became apparent that future exploration of our solar system would need to take place in earth orbit or from the surface of the moon. After the conclusion of the Apollo program with Apollo 17 in late 1972, the Minerva missions were undertaken to place a permanent human presence on the moon.
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With few exceptions, including the resupply mission Minerva 18, which exploded just after takeoff on December 29, 1972, this program was a stunning success. The original program was discontinued in January of 1973, mostly due to the loss of Minerva 18. Private contractors began providing manpower and technology for most resupply missions and the Minerva Bases were considered an integral centerpiece to an era of stability and world peace beginning in 1973.
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By that time, approximately 2,500 individuals of various nationalities lived in a number of lunar bases. Beyond the religious ramification of the exchange itself, the cultural impact of losing these accomplishments was a primary catalyst for the eventual societal breakdowns.
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to the cave SCP-2180 is located in is to be closed off with a steel hatch, with guards patrolling an area of 100 meters around it. Any additional entrances to the cave system are to be closed off in the same manner. Any non-Foundation personnel who find the cave entrance or enter the cave system are to be warded away with the most applicable cover story (view Document 2180-1K9 for a full list). Non-Foundation personnel who see SCP-2180 are to be administered Class-A amnestics. SCP-2180 is to be monitored daily with cameras for new events in the painting or possible changes in its nature.
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Description: SCP-2180 is a cave painting located in a cave system in █████, Austria. The painting covers an area 10 meters high and 16 meters long on one of the cave walls. It is unknown when SCP-2180 was made, but the art resembles Paleolithic Era cave paintings drawn by early humans. The colors used are those typical of the time period. On the left side of SCP-2180 is a mountain, with a cross section of a cave network inside it. Located in one of the deeper areas of the cave is the number "2067," which is etched onto the cave wall in Arabic numerals. Starting at the base of the mountain is a forest, which covers the middle area of SCP-2180. On the right side is a field. The top quarter features a sky, which contains illustrations that are analogous to a sun and moon. Humans and animals from the Paleolithic Era are present in SCP-2180. Based on current observations SCP-2180 doesn't take place in any specific location or time during the era, and has fauna from different continents.
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All organisms in SCP-2180 are animate, and will interact with each other and the environment. Humans have been observed to hunt for food, eat, sleep, light fires, and interact with each other. Animals have been observed to eat food and, depending on the species, hunt. Both have been observed to reproduce. Plant life has been observed to grow and wither. Neither water nor drinking have been observed. Animals will often cross the painting's horizon, but humans rarely do.
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SCP-2180 has a day-night cycle, with the sun and moon moving on and off the sides of the painting (right side to left side). During the painting's night, the sky changes from the color of the cave wall to a dark gray. The day-night cycle of SCP-2180 corresponds with Central European Time. Weather and lunar cycles do not appear to occur.
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Paint samples taken from SCP-2180 have no known anomalous properties. Uranium-series dating of SCP-2180 suggests that the painting is 2.5 billion years old, predating any known human civilization.
10/6/████ - 2:43 PM: One of the human males breaks his spear, and begins to build a new one. First recorded instance of humans crafting tools.
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10/8/████ - 5:21 PM: A group of four humans successfully kill a Smilodon. Said Smilodon had been seen roaming near the mountain on multiple occasions. The hide is made into clothing and the corpse is brought to the cave to be eaten. The humans appear to rejoice. One of the hunters dies from injuries he suffered.
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10/8/████ - 6:35 PM: What resembles to be a funeral is held for the dead hunter. He is buried at the base of the mountain.
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10/10/████ - 9:21 AM: One of the adult humans teaches a child how to make tools, and shows him various animals. First recorded instance of teaching.
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10/13/████ - 11:13 AM: The animals in the forest all pause and stare at the sky. After four minutes they stop.
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10/16/████ - 10:01 PM: The humans begin dancing around the fire in the cave. First recorded instance of ceremonies being performed.
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10/18/████ - 7:03 AM: A gold colored Glyptodon enters the forest from the right side of the painting, after moving through the field. Animals avoid the creature. This is the first observation of colors not used in Paleolithic art.
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10/18/████ - 9:43 AM: The gold Glyptodon breaks apart and appears to die. Animals and humans continue to avoid the remains.
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10/21/████ - 8:31 PM: One of the children in the cave attempts to explore the caves, but one of the adults stops him. The adult scolds the child, and both go back to the camp fire.
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10/23/████ - 10:52 AM: A group of humans enter the field from the right of the painting. They construct makeshift tents and begin to hunt animals. This is the first time humans outside of the main group have been seen.
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10/23/████ - 12:23 PM: The humans from the cave encounter the humans from the field. They regard each other warily, but begin to interact. After ten minutes they begin to socialize.
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10/23/████ - 6:47 PM: After socialization, both groups return to their homes.
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10/24/████ - 6:08 AM: A blue fire with a white circle in the center of it appears in the fields. After three minutes it vanishes.
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10/27/████ - 8:09 AM: The humans from the field begin a small farm to grow berries. The humans from the cave appear to be intrigued by this. This is the first observation of farming in SCP-2180.
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10/28/████ - 1:21 PM: The cave humans start to work on making a farm near the mountain, with the field humans apparently aiding them. No water appears to be used in either farm.
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10/28/████ - 2:25 PM: A deer (exact species unknown) attempts to eat the berries of the cave humans, and is warded away. A fence is constructed around the farm. This the first time the cave humans have been seen to build structures.
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10/29/████ - 3:14 AM: Eight purple ovals appear around the moon. After one minute they vanish.
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11/1/████ - 8:28 AM: The field humans begin building a primitive wooden hut. After several hours it is completed.
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11/2/████ - 9:41 AM: The cave humans begin chopping down trees to expand their farm. The remains of the gold Glyptodon have become a rust color, and have broken apart into smaller pieces. Humans and animals appear to be less cautious around the remains.
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11/3/████ - 2:57 AM: A black circle appears underneath one of the sleeping field humans, and a black humanoid figure steps out of it. The figure grabs the human and pulls him into the circle. Following this the circle fades away.
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11/3/████ - 7:05 AM: The field humans begin searching for their missing member. After five hours they give up. One of the females appears upset.
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11/4/████ - 11:50 AM: One of the cave humans kicks some dirt and uncovers a silver sliver in the ground. He attempts to pick it up and fails, and begins digging with his hands. At this time a short-faced bear begins to attack the field humans.
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11/4/████ - 11:53 AM: The man digging is interrupted by one of the field humans, who leads him to their settlement. The man who was digging assists in fighting off the bear. After five minutes the bear runs away.
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11/4/████ - 11:56 AM: The man from the cave returns to the spot where he was digging. Three other hunters from the cave assist him in digging.
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11/4/████ - 5:08 PM: The cave humans succeed in digging up most of the object. The object resembles a nuclear warhead.
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11/4/████ - 5:31 PM: The cave and field humans meet around the object and talk. The field humans appear frightened by it, and an altercation starts. After an hour both return to their homes.
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11/5/████ - 6:41 AM: The field humans leave their home, and head over the horizon. The cave humans do not investigate.
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11/6/████ - 4:12 AM: A blue flame burns the field, and the cave humans wake up and watch from their cave. After two hours the field and the structures there are gone and replaced with ash. Occasionally, blue dots appear there.
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11/7/████ - 5:06 PM: One of the adults goes into one of the deeper areas of the cave and opens a locked box which was previously hidden behind a large rock. He pulls out a worn down book with the letters "SCP" on it. He gathers the children around and begins to show them the contents of it, which show drawings and labels for anomalies contained by the Foundation. He flips to a page about █K scenario, and points outside of the cave. The children seem shocked.
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11/8/████ - 12:09 PM: A damaged white truck bearing the Foundation logo on it arrives at the edge of the forest. Three humans come of it, and one of them shoots a red flare into the air. The humans at the cave rush down and run over to the truck. At the truck some of them hug each other, and they celebrate. Black objects resembling guns and armor are taken out of the back of the truck, and the humans start to talk. They rush back to the cave and put the armor on.
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11/8/████ - 5:06 PM: Animals leave the forest over the horizon.
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11/8/████ - 9:14 PM: Dark blue humanoid figures emerge from a blue flame in the center of the forest. Said figures have a red circle on their head, two clawed fingers, and appear to control the fire.
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11/8/████ - 9:24 PM: [REDACTED]. The remaining humans retreat deeper into the caves. During this they encounter another dark blue humanoid.
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11/8/████ - 9:27 PM: [REDACTED] rush to the truck.
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11/8/████ - 9:34 PM: One of the remaining humans gets badly injured next to [REDACTED].
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11/8/████ - 9:36 PM: [REDACTED]
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1/1/████ - 12:00 AM: The etching of 2067 on the wall changes instantly to 2068.
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1/21/████ - 12:00 AM: A lime green angelic figure with a red outline appears over the crater. For three seconds all of the colors on the painting turn lime green, then return to normal. The angelic being flies into the sky.
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3/30/████ - 7:38 AM: Plant life begins to regrow in the crater and burnt field.
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7/1/████ - 1:00 PM: Animals begin to repopulate the forest.
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9/29/████ - 3:05 PM: A group of six humans arrive at the forest in a red van.
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Addendum-2: Based on the implications of near-future events observed in SCP-2180, monitoring it is to be made a high priority. Security will temporarily be increased at sites [REDACTED].
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-221 is to be kept in a locked container where it cannot be removed except for further testing by Security Clearance Level 2 Personnel. The container is a 15.25 cm by 15.25 cm steel box with a cushioned interior, with an internal locking system. The container is to be placed in a locked room, with a guard to ensure that SCP-221 is not taken.
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Description: SCP-221 is a pair of tweezers made out of gold, made in the 16th or 17th century. After subject testing it was noted that the damaged areas which had been used to gather material samples were smaller than they had been prior to the test. It is currently theorized that SCP-221 uses the minute amounts of gold in the human body to regenerate damage to itself.
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Subject testing revealed that SCP-221 creates a highly focused case of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder in any person which uses it on their own body. Subjects will utilize SCP-221 to slowly remove any and all hair from their body, before removing finger and toenails, as well as teeth, culminating with the removal of organs, both the external, such as the eyes and skin, and the internal, such as the liver and pancreas, using their hands if SCP-221 is not effective (though SCP-221 will never be set aside during this process, and remains gripped in one of the subject's hands). If SCP-221 is taken away from the subject, they become violent and manic, and will use their hands to continue the process, albeit in a less careful manner. It is to be noted that the progression of this behavior is different for each subject, but no less fatal.
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SCP-221 came into Foundation possession after reports of a human being who was [DATA EXPUNGED]. Foundation personnel retrieved SCP-221 within 10 hours of the original report.
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Test Log 221-1: The test subject, a Class-D, was ordered to use SCP-221 to remove his eyebrow hair. While the subject was initially unenthusiastic about his task, after the first 10 minutes he began to more actively pluck out his own eyebrow hair, and after completely denuding his brow, moved on to plucking out his eyelashes, despite repeated assertions that the test was over. When released after SCP-221 was taken out of the room, he began to pluck out his eyelashes with his own fingers, completely removing all of them before moving on to his toenails. The subject completely removed his toe and fingernails, before yelling and smashing his own face against a wall. The reason for this outburst became apparent when he reached into his mouth and began ripping out his now loosened teeth. Eventually the subject died from blood loss and shock, halfway through the task of pulling out his own internal organs.
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Test Log 221-2: The test subjects were two Class-D personnel, Test Subject 1, ordered to use SCP-221 on the other Class-D, Test Subject 2. After 15 minutes, the test subjects began to argue about how the holder of SCP-221 was using it on the other. The test subjects began to fight for use of SCP-221, Test Subject 1 used SCP-221 to stab Test Subject 2 through the eye, piercing into the brain, immediately killing him. Test Subject 1 began to use SCP-221 to remove his own eyelashes, continuing to his teeth and eyes. Test Subject 1 died of blood loss, after removing 73% of the skin on his body.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2246 are kept in Site-17's anomalous text catalog. It is to be checked once a day for any changes in length or number of volumes. Weekly psychiatric interviews are scheduled with SCP-2246-1 to monitor its mental health.
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Description: SCP-2246 refers to any volumes1 written by SCP-2246-1 under the pen-name Phoenix Snow. New text manifests in the current unfinished volume, as though manually typewritten, at an infrequent and inconsistent rate. A new unfinished volume will manifest with the other volumes when the current volume reaches a conclusion (typically between 10 and 900 pages). All volumes contain little in the way of a linear, coherent narrative, instead being written via stream-of-consciousness.
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When a page is held open for more than five seconds, the text of the page will be read aloud in SCP-2246-1's disembodied voice. Its tone when reading is subdued and nervous. This effect is less common in volumes produced by SCP-2246-1 after its initial containment, with some volumes lacking this effect entirely.
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The final page of SCP-2246 instances contains an opening which subjects can pass through to enter the space where SCP-2246-1 resides. If this space is accessed from finished volumes, it will display a scene from the story. If it is accessed from the current unfinished volume, it will be featureless except for a desk upon which a typewriter and several sheaves of paper can be found.
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SCP-2246-1 is a Hispanic humanoid who claims to have originated from Brazil, as well as having been around 20 years old. SCP-2246-1 displays no need for sustenance or bodily functions. If SCP-2246-1 is encountered in a finished volume, it will not acknowledge any subjects in the area, and will continue to perform its current actions without speaking. Communication is only possible via latest instances of SCP-2246. SCP-2246-1 can not leave SCP-2246 for unknown reasons; research into this is ongoing.
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Interview 2246-E Transcript:
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Interviewed: SCP-2246-1
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Interviewer: Junior Psychologist Blake Yamagusuku
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Foreword: Interview takes place in Volume 50, "A Retelling of Nicolas Terrance's Egregious Adventures"2.
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<Begin Log, 16:01>
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Psychologist Yamagusuku: Afternoon, Phoenix. How goes the writing process?
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SCP-2246-1: Stale, stale, stale, stale. I've been staring at the wall for… [SCP-2246-1 hums for a minute, staring at the typewriter.] Last time we spoke. I don't have any inspiration to write. I don't know. Where does this go?
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Yamagusuku: What do you think the story will be?
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SCP-2246-1: I'm not good with stories.
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Yamagusuku: Then… images. What images come to mind?
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SCP-2246-1: Cars driving sideways up the floor. Kids climbing into cafés after-school and trading comics like currency. My partner gets into bed with me, and I can feel their hand massage my back, while I lay there still trying to write. Nicolas is there too, crooning about his jealousy of my success. Success…
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Yamagusuku: A partner? What was their name?
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SCP-2246-1: No, I didn't have one. A friend though, I had a friend. My partner is modeled after him and the character in his books. Avery was his name. Both their names. He was very close to me, and very kind. Avery was also unsure about his writing, but he helped me sometimes. I guess he was my inspiration a lot. He's the protagonist in Volume 133.
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[SCP-2246-1 pauses for four seconds before sitting upright and typing for the next six minutes. Immediately after finishing, SCP-2246-1 gets up, walking small circles near the desk.]
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SCP-2246-1: It must have been at least thirty volumes since I wrote so self-assuredly… I can't think of what to write next.
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Yamagusuku: Do you think changing styles would help?
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SCP-2246-1: Devil you know, devil you know.
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Yamagusuku: Well… might be a silly idea, but how about this. Whenever I can't think of anything to write, I just try to think of weird situations for my characters to be in. Something that could never be plausible. See where that takes me after.
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SCP-2246-1: I don't understand?
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Yamagusuku: "Nick woke up from last night's escapade, confused about his immediate surroundings. Why was the roof gone and the sky brown? It made no sense."
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[SCP-2246-1 stops pacing, turning their attention to Yamagusuku and sitting down in the chair.]
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Yamagusuku: "He rolled out of bed, into the ocean, and found a nearby building floating in the sea. With no other options around, he decided to swim for it, looking for answers. Finally, he got to the door, opened it, and crawled in."
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SCP-2246-1: And? [SCP-2246-1 leans in.]
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Yamagusuku: "And as Nick entered the building, scouring for supplies to support himself, he came across his greatest fear, one that has haunted his nightmares for weeks on end…" [Yamagusuku jumps up and waves their arms.] "A spooky robot!"
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[Silence for eight seconds. SCP-2246-1 snorts, laughing. Yamagusuku sits back down, also laughing, before both fully stop 14 seconds later.]
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Yamagusuku: That might have been the first time you smiled since I started interviewing you.
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SCP-2246-1: It was maybe the first original idea had here. Not sure it'll fit my style or narrative, though.
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Yamagusuku: You don't think you could even adapt that to how you write?
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SCP-2246-1: Devil you know. [SCP-2246-1 turns back to the typewriter, staring at it.] Nicolas gets up, walking along clouds of water. He finds himself stuck between places, unsure of where to go. He's still jealous of the cars and the kids and my partner and I, but he never thinks about why he's jealous. He doesn't have a reason to be jealous.
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Yamagusuku: Why do you think he's jealous?
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SCP-2246-1: I'm not sure. I feel like it should be the other way around.
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Yamagusuku: Is he jealous of Avery?
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SCP-2246-1: No. He wouldn't know him. Even in my imagination, they've never been able to meet each other before. [Silence for 8 seconds.] If I finish this story, can you please not read it?
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Yamagusuku: Sorry, Phoenix. I need to read these. It helps me understand you better and makes these interviews easier.
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[SCP-2246-1 hums for 12 seconds before typing. SCP-2246-1 continues typing for the rest of the session without acknowledging Yamagusuku.]
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<End Log, 16:30>
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Interview 2246-AQ Transcript:
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Interviewed: SCP-2246-1
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Interviewer: Junior Psychologist Blake Yamagusuku
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Foreword: Interview takes place in Volume 51, "Phoenix and the Fox in the Snow".
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<Begin Log, 16:01>
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[Silence for 18 minutes from both parties. SCP-2246-1 hums and taps their foot. Yamagusuku takes notes.]
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SCP-2246-1: I can't think anymore.
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Psychologist Yamagusuku: Hmm? Why do you say that?
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SCP-2246-1: I've had nothing to say to you the past five times you've been here, and nothing to write since before that. No images are coming to me anymore. The faucets in my head have stopped. Writing was a hard interest of mine to invest in before, and now. I'm not sure if I have any more to give.
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Yamagusuku: That was a nice image you gave right there, wasn't it?
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SCP-2246-1: Metaphors aren't images.
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Yamagusuku: Hmm.
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[Silence for another two minutes.]
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Yamagusuku: What do you plan to do then, if you can't write more?
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SCP-2246-1: Dream, if I can. I regret writing. It was probably a mistake to be invested. Maybe I can still dream. I wish I could sleep. [SCP-2246-1 gets up and paces around the desk, biting their fingernails.]
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Yamagusuku: I imagine lying down and closing your eyes does nothing for you.
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SCP-2246-1: Nothing. [Silence for 20 seconds.] I wish I knew what I'm working towards. It makes me feel nervous too.
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Yamagusuku: Nervous how?
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SCP-2246-1: How many stories do I need to write before I feel good about myself? I don't want to work forever to no end. And the fact that so many eyes are on me… I felt better when only my friend and I could read my writing. It was more personal and intimate. This doesn't feel personal and intimate… I can feel the eyes on my works. It's like making eye contact. There's no personal space anymore.
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Yamagusuku: Is this why you don't read your stories anymore?
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SCP-2246-1: Before when it was almost no one else, I felt more sure about it. But now there are these strangers watching. How else am I supposed to feel about that?
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[Silence for two minutes. SCP-2246-1 types one word before stopping, lying their head on the desk and humming softly for thirty-two seconds.]
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SCP-2246-1: It doesn't matter too much what people think of my stories, right? I'm just writing for myself now. So I can write whatever I want… that's what I should be saying, isn't it.
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Yamagusuku: How did the reading help you before? It sounds like it was really personal, whoever was originally hearing you read.
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[Silence for one minute. SCP-2246-1 raises head, staring at the desk.]
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Yamagusuku: You don't need to keep reading your work, whether out of habit or will. It might be easier to keep writing and find joy in it again if you stop having that expectation. There's no need to do it just because you feel like you need to.
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SCP-2246-1: Then who should I be doing this for? I don't understand.
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Yamagusuku: For Avery?
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SCP-2246-1: No. He would be disappointed with where I am now, I think.
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Yamagusuku: Then for yourself. And if you can't write for yourself, then you could try to write for no one. It might be more helpful than it sounds.
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SCP-2246-1: Hmm. [SCP-2246-1 sits up with a less tense posture, staring at the typewriter.]
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Yamagusuku: I'd recommend trying that out for a little bit and see how it feels for you. There's no need to dive head-first into anything new, alright?
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SCP-2246-1: Okay.
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<End log, 16:30>
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Postscript:SCP-2246-1 finished "Phoenix and the Fox in the Snow" two days later at three pages. They seemed to shift in demeanor by the end of the interview. Hopefully, this had a positive effect overall. ~ Junior Psychologist Blake Yamagusuku
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Addendum 2246-B: SCP-2246 volumes have been produced at a more consistent rate since Interview 2246-AQ. The prose is more conventionally-written and entirely devoid of any readings by SCP-2246-1.
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-2322 is to be locked and kept under guard at all times. It is to be labeled as a high-security records room, and all research materials are to be stored next door. SCP-2322 is located across from the former Director's office for Site-77.
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A record of Director Shirley Gillespie's actions on January 11th, 1999 has been created. Director Gillespie was heavily involved in the creation and maintenance of this record. To ensure the most accurate possible result, adjustments to the SCP-2322 database are to be checked against Foundation records from the time.
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Description: SCP-2322 designates a replica of Site-771 accessible from within Site-77. Remote analysis of SCP-2322's interior has proven impossible, with all equipment indicating that the entrance to SCP-2322 is a blank wall within Site-77. Furthermore this room does not appear on Site-77's blueprint.
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Personnel who enter SCP-2322 will find themselves in a replica of how Site-77 appeared on January 11th, 1999 at 6:30AM. All personnel, anomalous objects, and inanimate objects have been replicated2, and will behave consistently in every loop. All replicated personnel within SCP-2322 will identify the subject as Shirley Gillespie, who was Site-77's director at this time.
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Foundation personnel have determined that in order to remain within SCP-2322, subjects must be able to recreate all actions performed by Director Gillespie on January 11th, 1999. All actions which occur within SCP-2322 are on a loop, replicating the events which occurred during this time.
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If a subject is not able to act as Director Gillespie convincingly, whether by acting suspiciously or not following the scripted actions, they will be escorted out of the building by security. In addition, personnel who were present at Site-77 during this time are unable to open any doors or operate any equipment while acting as Director Gillespie.
Document 2322-T: SCP-2322- Essential Actions RE: Director Gillespie on 01/11/99
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The following document details actions which must be performed in order to ensure the continuation of the SCP-2322 loop. While some actions appear to be optional, or possible to perform in multiple ways, it is known that not performing these directions exactly will result in immediate ejection from SCP-2322.
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7:30AM: Director Gillespie arrives in her office, and begins a telephone discussion with Security Director Anderson regarding the upcoming day's operations. Meeting is concluded at 9:48 AM. Subjects are instructed to 'Smile and Nod' due to the fact that Security Director Anderson (and all other personnel on-site) are unintelligible.
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10:00AM: Director Gillespie spends the day working on high-level documentation being prepared for review with Overwatch Command. Foundation personnel acting as Director Gillespie cannot fill out these documents, due to the fact that they are written in an inconsistent and indecipherable language. Subjects must lock the office door to prevent Anderson from entering the office at 11:18 AM. Allowing him to enter immediately causes the current SCP-2322 loop to terminate.
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1:00PM: Exiting her office, Director Gillespie heads to the cafeteria for lunch.
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3:00PM: Oversaw the moving of anomaly E-88123, an unclassified anomaly, from the West humanoid containment wing to the East humanoid containment wing. Notably, Director Gillespie has an extended conversation with E-8812, and documentation from the following weeks shows that she recommended additional amenities be added to its containment chamber.4
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11:00PM: Dr. Gillespie leaves Site-77.
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At the end of their time within SCP-2322, subjects will be blindfolded by the replica security, and escorted to a room with no corresponding location within the actual Site-77. The walls and ceiling of this room are not visible. An LCD television set is present on the floor, and will display a rank of the subject's performance on a scale of 1-10, with a picture of Director Gillespie smiling appearing if the subject scores above a 6. Subjects who score a 3 or below will be unable to re-enter SCP-2322. Following the scoring, the subject will be ejected from SCP-2322.
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Actions which are known to improve the subject's ranking include:
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Knowing the names of the individual members of Site-77 Director Gillespie sees during the day.
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Taking any time during the day to move through Site-77's containment area.
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Looking over knitting designs which Director Gillespie kept in her office drawer.
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Spending less than 20 minutes eating.
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Spending more than 30 minutes speaking to E-8812.
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Once it has been vacated, a new subject may enter SCP-2322.
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Addendum: SCP-2322 testing log.
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Date: 04/13/2002
+Procedure: Human subject was sent through SCP-2322 after being briefed on SCP-2322's anomalous properties.
+Result: Subject was able to pass through SCP-2322 as expected.
+Notes: Baseline test.
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Date: 04/22/2002
+Procedure: Humanoid subject with anomalous properties, which caused subjects to perceive them as a small dog. Other than this, subject was briefed normally.
+Result: No change.
+Notes: The anomalous nature of a subject appears to be irrelevant.
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Date: 04/30/2002
+Procedure: The first in a series of attempts to obtain a 'perfect' score, Subject was briefed thoroughly on Director Gillespie's activities during the day. Able to follow through, however the subject was injured in a slip-and-fall accident, and ejected from SCP-2322.
+Result: Subject was not ranked, and was ejected by SCP-2322 Security personnel after being injured.
+Notes: N/A
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Date: 05/29/2002
+Procedure: Subject was briefed thoroughly on Director Gillespie's activities during the day, and was able to successfully accomplish all actions apart from interaction with E-8812, due to the subject being unable to locate the humanoid containment wings of the facility.
+Result: Subject was able to proceed through SCP-2322, however they recalled that all site personnel were passive-aggressive towards them. No other notable digressions from previous loops were noted.
+Notes: N/A
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Following this test, the behavior of E-8812 has been noted to be variable, with the object frequently taking the place of random Site personnel and other humanoid SCP objects. In addition, when the subject interacted with E-8812, its behavior was consistent with a recognition of the subject's true identity.
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Date: 06/14/2002
+Procedure: Subject was an experienced Foundation contractor, instructed to obtain a weapon and begin attacking Site personnel indiscriminately, instead of going through the loop.
+Result Subject was killed within SCP-2322, and ejected by force 45 minutes after entering.
+Notes: Although they were killed while within SCP-2322, the subject was ejected unharmed at the end of the cycle. Subject could not account for the additional time spent within SCP-2322.
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Date: 06/22/2002
+Procedure: Subject was instructed to proceed through SCP-2322 normally, but to display extreme deference to E-8812 if they encountered it. After concluding the encounter with E-8812, the subject was to begin indiscriminately attacking Foundation personnel within the Site.
+Result Subject was able to cause significantly more destruction and death than in previous tests, and was captured alive. Subject was held in a cell until the termination of the loop instead of being terminated as in previous tests involving violence on the part of the subject.
+Notes: Subject was able to recall hearing E-8812's voice angrily addressing unknown subjects outside of their holding cell. Subject was ejected following a standard evaluation, receiving a score of 4.
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Date: 07/02/2002
+Procedure: Subject was instructed to follow the normal script, but to exhibit hostility and contempt towards E-8812. In addition, during the meeting with Security Director Anderson, subjects are to instruct him to terminate the anomaly.
+Result: Subject was not released from SCP-2322. In addition, the next subject to go through the SCP-2322 process noted that the appearance of E-8812 had been altered to that of the lost subject. This version of E-8812 did not recognize the test subject, and no other traces of the subject have been found.
+Notes: Subject remains unrecovered.
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I know that a lot of personnel have come to me asking if I am aware of the nature of this anomaly, and I feel that I must clear up my interactions with E-8812. I only ever saw it once, and we had a brief conversation where it described its living conditions. I recommended a few improvements, and some of them were implemented. That's it. I'm already cooperating with Site-77 research personnel to improve testing procedures. Do not bother me about this if you aren't one of them.
Special Containment Procedures:The source of SCP-2326-1 instances is currently unknown. Removal of the source of instances of SCP-2326-1 is ongoing. Containment currently focuses on eliminating SCP-2326-1 instances in 2326-Tango events. Detachments of interceptor aircraft in squadron strength as well as ground and air search radars sited at Sites 7, 18, 24, and GOC sites listed in Joint Document 2326-776 will attempt to detect and intercept SCP-2326-1 instances whenever 2326-Tango events occur. Additional undercover detachments in the armed forces of NATO and former Warsaw Pact members are tasked with masking SCP-2326-1 instances from air-search radars or otherwise establishing them as nonexistent contacts. Ideally, 2326-Tango events should be classified as scheduled large aircraft flights or coincide with planned monitoring downtime for maintenance or testing.
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Ideally, Foundation and GOC forces should be sufficient to intercept SCP-2326-1 instances outside of densely populated areas. In the case that joint Foundation/GOC forces are out of action or otherwise insufficient, defense forces of nations targeted should only be alerted as a last resort.
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All wreckage should be recovered under the guise of a technical failure in a military exercise. Surviving instances of SCP-2326-3 should be recovered for questioning, but neutralized should recovery become impossible. neutralized immediately. Surviving instances are unable to answer relevant questions.
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Foundation Site 2326-A is sited at a derelict radar station on the outskirts of Tula, Russia. A research group of Foundation researchers should work to restore SCP-2326-2 to working order to remove the threat that 2326-Tango events pose.
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Description:Instances of SCP-2326-1 appear to be Handley Page Victor strategic bombers, outfitted for strategic bombing. Instances of SCP-2326-1 confirmed to be carefully reverse engineered Handley Page Victors of Soviet origin, escorted by Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-29 multirole fighters. Instances have markings consistent with RAF aircraft in 1975. Radiological testing indicates that 60% of instances carry tactical nuclear weapons ranging in size from 10 to 75 kilotons.
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Air crews will attempt to respond to radio hails from interceptor aircraft, but audio received from flight crews is heavily distorted and mostly unintelligible, and have been otherwise unable to comply with Foundation requests. When approached using ICAO interception signalling, aircraft will respond with 'cannot comply' and continue on course. See Interview Log 2326-1.
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Groups of SCP-2326-1 in flight strength will spontaneously appear over the North Atlantic at 16,000 m. Such appearances are termed 2326-Tango events. Instances will attempt to fly toward Warsaw Pact industrial centers, major military bases, and other strategic locations. It is presumed that instances of SCP-2326-1 will attempt to destroy these cities with their payloads.
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Projections suggest that if one target is destroyed, there is a 68% chance of the resulting political situation escalating into an XK-class scenario.
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Flights of SCP-2326-1 also have the following characteristics:
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Approximately 16% of instances will suffer a mechanical failure and crash of their own accord.
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In 5% of 2326-Tango events, MiG-29 escort fighters will shoot down their Victor counterparts, and otherwise resume course.
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Instances often fly erratically, yawing or turning in circles several times before returning on course.
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Site 2326-A was originally a control facility carefully disguised as a radar site. At some point after [REDACTED], it fell into disrepair until it was restored as a Foundation site after the discovery of its association with 2326-Tango events from rediscovered GRU 'P' Division documents. It contains the remains of a previously unknown variation of the Elbrus-3 computer linked to a Dnestr radar array, designated SCP-2326-2, as well as the remains of a GRU 'P' Division research site. Based on partial recovered documentation, the currently non-functioning network is the control mechanism for SCP-2326-1 instances, and currently in the active mode with no way to return the system to an inactive state. Work to restore functionality is ongoing.
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Recovery Log: GOC forces requested assistance in containing SCP-2326-1 instances, which they claim to have been containing and attempting to destroy since 1975. They did not cite a reason for involving the Foundation. Link to SCP-2326-2 discovered in 2000 with the recovery of GRU 'P' Division archives. Inconsistencies discovered between GRU 'P' records and GOC timeline. See Internal Document 2326-1 - Request for Assistance and Internal Document 2326-2 - Timeline of Events.
Agent Vorolov was chosen due to his familiarity with Warsaw Pact aircraft and flight procedures.
+Foreword: Communication established on 243 MHz, the primary aircraft emergency band.
+Agent Vorolov: ██████████, this is Major Vorolov of the 324th Fighter Air Division of the VVS. Your aircraft and the rest of the squadron has been recalled to [Site 24]. Turn back at once.
+SCP-2326-1: [unintelligible]…n-pan we're curr…[unintelligible] …ierencing command a…[unintelligible]..trol difficu… [unintelligible].
+Agent Vorolov: Turn back at immediately, or we will be forced to shoot you down.
+SCP-2326-1: [unintelligible]…ation offline. Canno…[unintelligible]…lter orders with…[unintelligible]…ystem verificati…
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Vorolov at this point activated the seeker heads on the AAMs attached to his aircraft.
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Agent Vorolov: System verification?
+SCP-2326-1: [unintelligible]…ct out…[unintelligible]…la…[unintelligible]…tivated on ██/██/████, we ca…[unintelligible]…ss the system…[unintelligible]..set.
+Agent Vorolov: Repeat, I can hardly understand what you are saying.
+SCP-2326-1: [SCP-2326-1's voice, despite the distortion, becomes noticeably distressed] Plea…[unintelligible]…t off. We've been flyi…[unintelligible]…nce it got activ…[unintelligible]..t hurts so ba…[unintelligible]..n't feel anythi..[unintelligible]…
+Agent Vorolov: Where can we turn off-?
+SCP-2326-1: [SCP-2326-1's voice begins screaming] Please shoot u…[unintelligible]…shoot us dow…[unintelligible]…ill us we can't do it…[unintelligible]
+Agent Vorolov received approval to shoot down the aircraft. SCP-2326-1 instance was downed into the North Atlantic without incident.
Our forces are no longer sufficient to prevent a catastrophic scenario should unforeseen circumstances arise. Ideally we should be able to neutralize the anomaly when it occurs, but it's better to be prepared. All documentation we have gathered has been delivered via courier to the prearranged drop point.
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Delivered documentation formed the basis of this document, but contained no mention of SCP-2326-2, only that of the existence, actions, and characteristics of SCP-2326-1 instances.
██/██/1972: GRU 'P' division creates Operation Silver, a false flag operation designed to attack Warsaw Pact cities with conventional aerial bombing to generate sympathy and for a proper casus belli for war against the West.
+██/██/1978: Operation Silver is operational. A secondary function for use in a nuclear second strike is implemented - via anomalous means strategic bombers will be deployed against the west in infinite numbers as long as the deactivation code remains unbroadcasted - even if the system goes offline. Intended to be used in conjunction with Dead Hand.
+06/██/1991: With the collapse of the Soviet Union imminent, hardline GRU 'P' Divison leaders activate the false-flag function of the Silver Apparatus with the intention of using war to keep the Union together. However, GOC forces are able to neutralize the bombers and the Soviet Union collapses later that year.
+██/██/1993: GOC forces discover the link to SCP-2326-2 and attempt to disable the facility. System malfunctions and enters both its false-flag and infinite state, triggering the intermittent occurrence of 2326-Tango events.
+██/██/1997: GOC forces request assistance with containment. Existence of SCP-2326-2 is not disclosed.
+██/██/2000: Foundation discovers Site 2326-A and its link to SCP-2326-1.
Date: ██/██/2000 (project start)
+Author: Dr. Samonov
+Notes: The GOC really did a number on this place. Whatever is left of the controlling system is in pieces - we'll have to reverse engineer it from what's left and the GRU 'P' division documentation. I've placed Dr. Avery in charge of Signals Analysis and Dr. Jameson in charge of System Analysis. Between us, the schematics, and what's left here, we ought to be at least reverse engineer the system. Reestablishing connection with SCP-2326-1 is going to be the real test.
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Date ██/██/2001 (15 months after project start)
+Author: Dr. Avery
+Notes: Well, we've pieced together what exactly has occurred in the system, and why it's acting the way it is. When the GOC wrecked this, it was operating in FF mode - that is, the mode where conventional bombers hit the Warsaw Pact. When the GOC came in, the functioning mode switched to a glitchy halfway mode before it went completely offline. That's why we've got MiG-29s escorting Victors, and all the other bizarre behavior. It's going to be a while before we have our replacement SCP-2326-2 functioning. We've still got a decade or two of operating data to work with - with any luck, we can turn the whole thing off and reclassify it Safe.
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Date ██/██/2003 (30 months after project start)
+Author: Dr. Jameson
+Notes: SCP-2326-2 construction on schedule. The hard part is going to be reprogramming the operating system - there aren't very many Elbrus-3 still around, and this one is like no variant I've ever seen. We're playing a very dangerous game here - randomly editing the process that governs an out of control nuclear bomber force is a gamble of last resort.1
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Date ██/██/2008 (90 months after project start)
+Author: Dr. Samonov
+Notes: Well, SCP-2326-2 is up and running - thank God we found the source code in the archives. SCP-2326 instances see our system, but they won't connect. They can't verify that we're the actual SCP-2326-2 system and without that we can't change parameters or turn it off. We have the proper authentication codes and everything. Seven and half years and this whole effort seems to be just another dead end.2
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2382 is to be kept in a secure containment locker in Site-32. As testing has been discontinued, SCP-2382 should not be removed under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-2382 is an intricately carved mahogany box, dimensions 20 cm x 15 cm x 4 cm. There were initially seventeen (17) notches on the edge of the box (see Addendum-1). There is no latch or locking mechanism. The inside of the box is velvet lined. If opened by a living human, a white envelope sealed with a red wax, designated SCP-2382-1, will be seen inside. Upon the box being closed with the envelope inside, the envelope will disappear.
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The envelope may be removed (the full name of the person who opened the box will be handwritten on the front in black ink) and opened, but the contents are always only a blank piece of paper apparently of the same type as the envelope. If not stopped, the one who opened the box will appear to try and read the paper, then return it to the envelope and the envelope to the box. If questioned they will deny that the paper was blank, but will be unable to say what was written on it. If anyone else handles the envelope or paper, or the box is closed without these being returned to it, these will rapidly deteriorate to the point of vanishing, but the effects of SCP-2382 will take place as normal.
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Opening SCP-2382 again after it has been closed will reveal it to be empty. If the box is opened by mechanical means, the box will always appear to be empty. If SCP-2382 is opened twice in 24 hours by two separate test subjects, the second test subject will find the box empty and will experience no effects. Closer inspection of the red wax on SCP-2382-1 reveals an emblem pressed into it, showing a sun behind a crown.
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The anomalous properties of the box become apparent after the test subject next goes to sleep, but only when they do so in relative darkness, in a room with all doors closed and with no one else present. Occurrences are most common between sunset and sunrise in the location of the sleeping test subject, yet it should be noted that dark areas present during hours of sunlight will also permit this effect to take place.
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Approximately █ hours into sleep, the test subject will wake up. This is due to a humanoid figure (hereafter referred to as a SCP-2382-2) pulling on the test subject, usually by gripping an arm or shoulder. All attempts to record instances of SCP-2382-2 have failed, with the recording device simply showing complete darkness while in the presence of it. Bruising and consistent stories of the D-class have given reasonable evidence of their existence, however. The features of SCP-2382-2 have always been obscured by darkness regardless of light levels when the figure is observed. It will attempt to pull the test subject into a standing position, and the force with which it does so will increase until they comply or else are dragged by SCP-2382-2. Willingly or otherwise, the test subject will be pulled towards and through the door of the room.
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The door will not lead to its usual destination, but instead to the interior of a building designated SCP-2382-3. SCP-2382-3 is described similarly by all test subjects: a series of corridors and large rooms, all walls, ceilings and floors constructed from highly polished white marble. Photographs taken during tests have confirmed this. Despite a lack of light sources or windows, the rooms are brightly lit. The corridors have no such lighting and receive only that which comes from the rooms.
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Upon entering SCP-2382-3, the test subject will be surrounded by approximately ██ instances of SCP-2382-2 that will proceed to restrain them, while also covering their eyes (the light is reported as being completely blocked out) and dragging them away. Several minutes later they will be released. They will find themselves in a different section of SCP-2382-3, disorientated and with little grasp on their current location in relation to the door they entered through.
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Test subjects have found the rooms to contain what appears to be various types of installation art in varying stages of completion, the materials and equipment required to construct them still in the room as if the artist or artists were interrupted while at work. Some examples of the rooms' contents are:
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A field of flowers constructed from broken mirrors. (Incomplete, with close to three quarters of the floor covered and several mirrors and tubes of industrial glue laid against the wall.)
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A room resembling a portrait gallery. All of the inhabitants of the frames had been sculpted as reaching out towards the centre of the room. (Incomplete, with a space marked out for a much larger final painting that had yet to be filled.)
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A black and white film projected against one wall of the room. The film lasted for ten minutes and sixteen seconds before restarting, and depicted a rose growing in what appeared to be a scrapyard. The speed of the flower's growth was exaggerated and, except for the occasional blurred figure moving in the background, nothing else is observed for the rest of the film. (Complete, but difficult to view due to the bright lighting of the room and half-constructed seating.)
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A series of wind chimes composed of several different materials including paper, diamond and hair. (Incomplete. The wind chimes themselves were mostly works in progress, and only two had been hung up in the room. Spaces for the others had been marked on the ceiling. A speaker system had been installed but was silent.)
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Barring the room referred to as the Throne Room, which is viewed by all who enter SCP-2382-3 (see Interview-2382-1) no single room has been described by two different test subjects. The door leading back is usually found without incident, and upon closing it the door leading to SCP-2382-3 will lose its anomalous properties and will once again allow access to and from the original room that it led to. All attempts to enter the room the test subject is sleeping in after the anomalous events have started will have resulted in finding the room empty and all doors functioning as expected. The test subject will not appear again in the room until it has been vacated, all doors closed and re-entered after the door to SCP-2382-3 has been closed.
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In most cases, test subjects will wake the next morning as is usual, but they will be suffering from one of two effects referred to respectively as SCP-2382-a and SCP-2382-b. In a small number of cases they will be affected by SCP-2382-c instead.
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SCP-2382-a: The subject loses sight completely. No other effects result from this besides the expected psychological response.
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SCP-2382-b: In these cases, the subject suffers from no adverse effects after waking for approximately 24 hours. After this time has elapsed they will begin to complain of boredom, listlessness and apathy. Response to stimuli will be reduced, and the subject will lose interest in all people or activities. This is not so extreme as for the subject to lose their survival instinct, and they will still fulfil basic needs.
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SCP-2382-c: The subject will simply vanish at some point during the daylight hours. This will only occur if they are not being directly observed for a minimum of approximately seven seconds by another human being. Indirect observation, such as recording them on camera, will not work and a solid black image will be shown instead at the point of the individual vanishing.
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After the test subject experiences either SCP-2382-a, SCP-2382-b or SCP-2382-c, SCP-2382-1 will reappear in SCP-2382.
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Interview-2382-1-A:
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Interviewed: Subject D-5793
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Interviewer: Dr. ████████
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Foreword: This interview takes place after test subject D-5793 was exposed to SCP-2382 and experienced SCP-2382-a.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. ████████: My name is Dr. ████████. How are you feeling?
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Subject D-5793: I… what's going on? Why can't I see?
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Dr. ████████: This an effect of SCP-2382, which you were exposed to. Can you tell me what you occurred between opening SCP-2382 and the loss of your sight?
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Subject D-5793: Uh, yeah. I closed the box, but you guys told me to open it again. The key was gone.
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[Expunged for triviality]
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Subject D-5793: I woke up, but I was being dragged across the floor before I worked out what was going on. I was panicking a bit then, but I managed to get up-
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Dr. ████████: Did you see who or what it was?
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Subject D-5793: It was a person, I guess. I couldn't see their face, but that was probably just because it was dark and a light was shining from behind them.
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Dr. ████████: A light?
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Subject D-5793: From the door. I guess they must have opened it. It didn't lead out to the corridor, though… I got a pretty good look later.
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Dr. ████████: What happened then?
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Subject D-5793: I try pushing them away, but the guy doesn't let go of me and he doesn't stop walking towards the door. Didn't even flinch when I punched him. Next thing you know, he's got me through the door and loads of these guys are grabbing me. It goes dark – like this, now, I couldn't see anything at all – and when I can see again I'm sat in the middle of these huge stacks of books and there's no sign of them.
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Dr. ████████: Describe your surroundings at them time, please.
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Subject D-5793: Like I said, there are all these books. Massive, old, leather-bound things. Only someone's taken a knife to them and they're all carved up. I guess the shapes they've made with them are kind of nice, but they don't look like anything. I stood up, and there were these boxes at the other end of the room – which was huge, by the way – and when I take a look they're full of more of these books. Uncarved.
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Dr. ████████: What language were the books written in?
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Subject D-5793: None. The pages were blank.
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Dr. ████████: Very well. Carry on with your story.
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Subject D-5793: I walk out of the room, being kind of quiet so the people who grabbed me won't hear if they're still around, and there's this corridor. It's kind of dark, but there's a lot of light coming out of the doorways. I look through them as I'm walking and they're all full of weird things like the book room. I kind of just want to get out of there by this point. After a while, maybe ten minutes, I end up outside these massive double doors. Made of some kind of dark wood, so it stuck out. On the floor somebody had drawn a big arrow pointing at the doors, and it said something like, 'Throne Room. All who leave must enter here,' so I guess it's probably a good idea to take a look. Leaving was what I wanted to do. (D-5793 pauses.)
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Dr. ████████: What was inside?
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Subject D-5793: Well, there was a throne. Kind of had to be, right? (D-5793 laughs nervously.) The room was circular and the throne was in the middle. Steps led up to it, and there were… well, offerings, I guess, placed on the steps.
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Dr. ████████: What kind of offerings?
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Subject D-5793: Nothing weird. Valuable things, like jewelry made with gold and gems. Assuming it was real. It looked real. Crowns. Some kind of cloth - silk? Satin? Little statues, ceremonial swords. That kind of thing. Gifts for a queen.
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Dr. ████████: A queen?
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Subject D-5793: The woman sitting in the throne.
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+Dr. ████████: There was somebody in the room with you?
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Subject D-5793: Well – see, she looked dead. Mummified. It was freaky, but I wasn't bothered because I could see the door leading back to the facility on the other side of the room, and she wasn't going to be doing anything to me. Not like that. So I ignored her and kept walking.
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Dr. ████████: And then you re-entered your room?
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Subject D-5793: No… I was just about to walk past the throne when I hear this noise… like a sigh. I stopped right there, because I know where it came from. So I look. And sure enough, the queen's eyes are open. But she's not looking at me. She's looking past me.
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Dr. ████████: Did you see what she was looking at?
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Subject D-5793: Yeah. The people who grabbed me, they're all behind me. And it's bright in this room, really bright, and I still can't see their damn faces. I don't move, because I don't even know if they can see. Hell, maybe they don't have faces.
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Dr. ████████: What happened?
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Subject D-5793: One of them looks straight at me-
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Dr. ████████: With eyes that you couldn't see?
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Subject D-5793: Y-yeah, and it says something. But it's too quiet. Only then they're all saying it, all at the same time, and then I know I've got to get out. I just run for it and shut the door. They don't open it again.
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Dr. ████████: What did they say?
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Subject D-5793: 'The queen demands light. The queen demands life. The queen demands tribute.'
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<End Log>
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Addendum-1: Upon recovery of SCP-2382 on ██/██/████ seventeen (17) notches were observed upon the lid, seemingly made by a knife. Since this time, seven (7) of the notches have disappeared, six (6) of which were noted to have vanished directly after a subject succumbed to SCP-2382-c. The seventh had no such correlating event. Testing has been discontinued.
Special Containment Procedures: As of this writing, SCP-2409 is contained by ECRG technology from the early 20th century1, and has remained inactive and undisturbed since the Foundation's initial response.
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The exterior stone surfaces of the structure may be penetrated with masonry drills to a depth of about 10cm before tool failure; this may be exploited to mount any necessary hardware. A minor ectoentropic leak from within prevents paint from properly adhering to the glass surfaces, so other measures have been taken to prevent excessive light leakage from within at night, which might arouse local curiosity. All doors and windows that potentially provide views of the interior have been covered with black fabric, then boarded up with plywood to about 8cm thickness; those on the first three floors have been reinforced with bars to further prevent tampering. Notices from the Environmental Protection Agency have been prominently posted warning potential intruders of toxic concentrations of asbestos and arsenic dust.
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Exterior surfaces are under video surveillance, and remotely monitored for vandalism from Site-28. The probability of breach due to failure of the containment tech has been deemed negligible until July 5th, 2023. A new threat assessment and containment strategy must be prepared before that date.
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SCP-2409, as the containment team approached
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Public records of the 96th Manhattan precinct have been retroambiguated in order to confound the location of the building with similar historical abandoned properties in the area, as well as to mask the precise date and circumstances of the abolishment of the precinct.
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Description: SCP-2409 is the former 96th precinct police station in Manhattan, New York City. Exterior doors and windows are inoperable and impervious to ordinary attempts to remove or damage them. Sounds akin to the hum of an industrial transformer, occasionally punctuated by arcing electricity, are easily audible near the original front entrance to the building.
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Incident 2409-Alpha: In the early morning hours of July 5th, 19██, Bronagh Brogan, a third shift Foundation agent embedded within a nearby precinct, contacted Site-28 on a DANKE, the first-generation covert teletype device standard for that era.
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| 070519██05:47Z
+| PRIORITY TRAFFIC
+| TO: S28
+| FROM: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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96PCT RESPONDED TO DISTURBANCE ON BROOKLYN BRIDGE 05:10Z
+EXPLOSIONS REPORTED
+FOUND APPROXIMATELY FIVE TO EIGHT CORPSES
+NO BURNS SOOT DEVICES OR OTHER EVIDENCE OF DETONATIONS
+TWO ADULTS OF INDETERMINATE GENDER PRESENT UNINJURED AND ABUSING REMAINS
+OBESE TWINS SPEAK NO ENGLISH POSSIBLE GYPSIES
+DISORIENTED AND DID NOT RESIST ARREST
+HOLDING IN DRUNK TANK WHILE CHARGES ARE DETERMINED
+MAYBE THIRTY ROWDY HOLIDAY DRUNKS IN THERE AS WELL
+PLEASE ADVISE
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| 070519██05:55Z
+| PRIORITY TRAFFIC
+| TO: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| FROM: S28>DISPATCH
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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MTF PSI-7 DISPATCHED TO NYC96PCT FOR ASSESSMENT
+STAND BY
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| 070519██06:03Z
+| PRIORITY TRAFFIC
+| TO: S28>DISPATCH
+| FROM: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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MAIMONIDES MC REPORTS CONTACT LOST WITH EMERGENCY CREWS RECOVERING VICTIMS
+REMAINING PATROLMAN AND DETECTIVE NOT RESPONDING EITHER
+THREE PATROLMEN RETURNING TO SCENE
+I REMAIN AT NYCPCT96 FOR OBSERVATION OF SUBJECTS
+DRUNKS SENSE SOMETHING IN SUBJECTS
+BUZZING AND ABNORMAL JERKING
+REQUEST BACKUP
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| 070519██06:05Z
+| PRIORITY TRAFFIC
+| TO: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| FROM: S28>DISPATCH
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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COPIED MEDICAL CENTER REPORT
+PSI-7 REDIRECTED TO BRIDGE FOR ASSESSMENT
+ISOLATE POT ANOM IF POSSIBLE
+AVOID ESCALATION
+STAND BY
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| 070519██06:12Z
+| PRIORITY TRAFFIC
+| TO: S28>DISPATCH
+| FROM: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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96PCT CAPTAIN HAS ARRIVED
+SLEEP DEPRIVED FROM PREVIOUS SHIFT AND COMBATIVE
+BETWEEN HIS YELLING AND UNRULY DRUNKS
+SUBJECTS BEHAVIOR INCREASINGLY AGITATED
+SWEAT IS WRONG COLOR
+CHEEKS TREMBLING AND EYES TOO LARGE
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| 070519██06:22Z
+| FLASH TRAFFIC
+| TO: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| FROM: S28/2>HCONKL
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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LOCK DOWN NYC96PCT REPEAT LOCK DOWN
+NONLETHAL FORCE AND AMNESTICS AUTHORIZED
+MTF AT SCENE
+NO VISIBLE REMAINS
+ENCOUNTERED THREE IDENTICAL SUBJECTS
+MTF CASUALTIES REPORTED
+BEWARE PELVIC ANOMALY
+ACTIVATING MTF PI-1
+STAND BY
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Due to the urgency and confusion as events unfolded, a Foundation language specialist telephoned the 96th precinct directly on an unsecure and unrecorded line. Agent Brogan answered, having secured the building. The agent had been forced to incapacitate the precinct captain, a detective, and two patrolmen who had just arrived from another nearby precinct. From shouts heard over the phone, the language specialist concluded that the speech of the potential anomalies was an undocumented dialect of Roma, based on three identifiable words: "spit", "burst", and "feast". Shortly thereafter, a disturbance between the occupants of the holding cell erupted, and Brogan put down the phone to intervene. The specialist reported hearing shots fired; Agent Brogan never returned to the phone.
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At about 2:29AM, Specialist DeGroot, the remaining member of MTF Psi-7, reported by radio that he now faced twelve identical anomalies on the Brooklyn Bridge. It is unknown if the additional combatants had travelled to the scene or manifested in place; however, DeGroot detonated his personal incendiary warhead moments later, which implies that he was attempting to effect last-resort containment of a multiplying threat.
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| 070519██06:36Z
+| FLASH TRAFFIC
+| TO: S28/2>HCONKL
+| FROM: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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V STRNG
+CELL DOOR BRKN
+INJCT OR INFLT VICS TO BRST W APPNDGE
+DEVR REMANS W SAME
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PSTOL MOSTLTY INEFF
+RETREATED ALN TO CELLR
+BARICAD W SOME SHTGN AMMO HEREH
+PLS ADV
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| 070519██06:37Z
+| FLASH TRAFFIC
+| TO: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| FROM: S28/2>HCONKL
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
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LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED
+PRIORITY ONE CONTAIN ON SITE
+PRIORITY TWO PRESERVE AT LEAST ONE SPECIMEN
+MTF EN ROUTE
+COURAGE BRO
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MTF Pi-1 arrived at the precinct at about 2:40AM, and snap reconnaissance revealed four or five injured survivors in hopeless combat against at least fifteen identical entities. One final DANKE transmission was received about the same time. In response, the ranking Site-28 night manager ordered the task force not to engage, but instead to deploy an experimental (and now classified) stasis device through the front doors of the building.
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| 070519██06:41Z
+| FLASH TRAFFIC
+| TO: S28/2>HCONKL
+| FROM: NYC96PCT>BBROGA6
+| RE: POT ANOM DISC
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2440’s existence is to be kept from all individuals lacking at least 4/2440 clearance. Any uncleared individual who learns of SCP-2440’s existence is to be issued several rounds of Class-X amnestics, until researchers agree by a unanimous vote that no more amnestics are required.
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A full-time RAISA team has been deployed to investigate and scan the Foundation database for possible links to SCP-2440 among the current catalogued SCP objects.
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Full-time containment teams have been deployed to investigate and eliminate instances of SCP-2440 awareness. In addition, a team is currently active in the field in search of possible hideouts and bases of operation for the Chosen of God, and other infected individuals.
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The total number of personnel aware of SCP-2440 must not exceed 100 individuals at any given time.
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Description: SCP-2440 is an extra-dimensional entity whose power increases proportional to the number of people who are aware of it. SCP-2440 uses a memetic agent that can be inserted into virtually any source of information, including text, images, verbal phrases, and auditory stimulus. Conscious recognition of said memetic agent is not necessary, as simple visual recognition is capable of infecting individuals.
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Infected individuals display varying degrees of self-control that can differ based on the number of people who are currently infected. In addition, if SCP-2440 reaches a certain degree of awareness, it is capable of overtaking the body of an infected individual, and controlling it.
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The entity is capable of controlling the actions of multiple infected individuals to some degree, but can extend its influence past infected individuals if it reaches a certain degree of awareness in the world.
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Anti-memetic drugs have proven effective at resisting most effects of infection, aside from hearing commands from SCP-2440. Inoculated individuals are not compelled to follow these commands, but are capable of hearing them at all times. Anti-memetic drugs lose their effectiveness at the last currently known level of awareness.
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The following are the currently known levels of awareness. Effects are cumulative from level to level.
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Fewer than 200 individuals infected: Infected individuals demonstrate a heightened interest in literature, images, and movies of the horror, fantasy, or science fiction genre. Said individuals often express interest in writing or sharing these works with other individuals. This is believed to increase the infection rate of the memetic agent.
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Between 201 and 500 individuals infected: SCP-2440 demonstrates the ability to control a single infected individual for up to thirty minutes. The infected seek to actively infect others, and are capable of creating works inserted with the memetic agent through an as of yet unknown mechanism.
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Between 501 and 1,500 individuals infected: SCP-2440 demonstrates the ability to fully overtake the body of an infected individual. The infected are shown to be completely subservient to SCP-2440, and it possesses the ability to speak to all infected individuals at one time.
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Between 1,501 and 10,000 individuals infected: SCP-2440 demonstrates the ability to change shapes at will, and possesses reality-bending characteristics. The entity is still not capable of existing outside of a host. Infected individuals demonstrate little interest in activities besides spreading the memetic agent, or carrying out commands from SCP-2440.
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Over 10,000 individuals infected: SCP-2440 is capable of manifesting itself outside of a host for up to one hour. SCP-2440 also possesses vastly expanded reality-bending powers outside of a host, and demonstrates the ability to control up to 1000 infected individuals at the same time. Anti-memetic drugs are no longer 100% effective at resisting commands.
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(PROJECTED) Over 100,000 individuals infected: SCP-2440 is capable of manifesting itself outside of a host for up to two hours. The entity is capable of opening extra-dimensional portals and creating anomalous objects by itself. All infected individuals are directly under the control of SCP-2440.
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(PROJECTED) Over 1,000,000 individuals infected: SCP-2440 is fully capable of manifesting itself outside of a host. XK-class scenario predicted.
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The last two levels are projections based on documents recovered from raids of the Chosen of God. (see below for more information) However, it is to be noted that these are merely conjectures, and the actual distinctions are unknown.
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In brief occasions when infection levels exceeded 201 individuals, Foundation personnel were able to communicate with SCP-2440. All interviews have concluded that SCP-2440 is inimical to human life, and that its only purpose is to infect enough individuals to allow for its full manifestation outside of a host.
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SCP-2440 is known to infect Foundation documents, in an attempt to directly attack Foundation resources. In addition, it is believed that SCP-2440 is aware of other organizations such as the Global Occult Coalition, the Serpent’s Hand, and the Chaos Insurgency.
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An organization known as the “Chosen of God,” solely composed of infected individuals, is currently known to operate under SCP-2440, who they worship. Members of the organization actively attempt to create and spread the memetic agent through all sources available. Agents of the organization are to be considered highly dangerous, and have a “capture on sight” response level, with lethal force authorized if necessary. The organization itself is believed to predate the modern incarnation of the Foundation.
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Addendum: During an assault on a Chosen of God compound in the United States, the members attempted to destroy the documents at the compound. The following pieces of documents were saved by the Foundation.
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The History of Xiolt-la
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In the beginning, there was but Void.
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From this void, the old gods were born. Mother Void gave birth to scores of old gods, giving life to the universe and all realities.
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The old gods were fickle, twisted, and brutal things. They had no purity in them, and they sought to shape worlds for their own amusement.
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They created figures in their image, to serve them, and to venerate them. Hundreds of worlds and realities were created, blooming into existence by the hands of the old gods.
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But, they were jealous creatures, and coveted the possessions of others. Ma'tol, firstborn of the Void and Chaos, and most powerful of the old gods, began to covet the prizes of his brothers and sisters of the void.
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He created scores of horrid beasts as his creations. They flooded the newborn worlds in the mad god's attempt to slay his brothers and sisters. The others responded with their own creations, and so began the period of darkness.
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The blood of young life flowed like water.
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The arrogant gods themselves were never harmed, for in their existence, they could not die. They could only be forgotten, but with so much life to create, this would never happen. For eons, the denizens of the worlds labored in pain and death, eternally chained to their masters.
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Then, there was Xiolt-la.
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Xiolt-la, the firstborn of Mother Void and Father Light, Lord of the Gods, Devourer of the Impure, and Savior of Life was born. He was born of the mother's dark power, with the love of his father, and was distant from both. Xiolt-la, born of light and dark, yet never possessing both, was a true god.
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He did not create life.
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He made it perfect.
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He did not seek to twist our minds to serve for him. He only gave us the tools and power that we needed to live in peace and prosperity. He created great tools and gifted them to us, his true people.
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The old gods sought to destroy him for this. They could not comprehend a god such as him. In their twisted hearts, they believed that no god cared for his creations. Xiolt-la, lover of all, did.
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Ma'tol, firstborn of chaos, raised the armies of his creations, and joined with his fellow elder kind, the half-brothers and half-sisters of Xiolt-la, and attacked the Savior with his full power. However, many of his creations abandoned him, to fight for the one who had promised them peace and power to live free.
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But the old gods were powerful indeed.
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For generations, war between Xiolt-la and the false gods raged. Eventually, as it was foretold in the song of time, Xiolt-la and our people prevailed. He challenged Ma'tol, his wicked half-brother, to Roh'i Xifalk. Single combat of the gods.
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They fought. The pure god and his twisted elder brother raged in combat for ten thousand suns, locked in a vicious duel that crossed worlds and space. The force of their blows cleaved mountains, destroyed scores of worlds, and nearly shattered the reality of the universe.
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But, as foretold in the past, Xiolt-la prevailed. He cast down his brother, and cut him down, banishing him and his kind to the realm where forgotten beings and the truly damned lurked.
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Oblivion.
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The Prince of Chaos was not without power, however. Ma'tol cursed his brother as he fell, and with the power of the old gods behind him, this dying curse banished Xiolt-la from our world, preventing him from touching the people that he loved so dearly, and those who loved him so. The minds of the people were cleared of our savior and lord.
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But there are some of us who remember.
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We do not forget our father.
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The king of all mankind has been sealed away. He is returning one day. The false prophets of the old gods and newer heretics alike decry Xiolt-la, and deny the gifts that he gave us. They seek to banish him for all of eternity.
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But we are here.
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We know the truth.
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The Sealed King is returning.
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And when he does, the tide of his wrath will cleanse this world, and when it does, we will be uplifted to his grace.
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The Return of the God
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Praise the great god, Xiolt-la, he who brings fire and death upon his enemies. May he purge the world of the false believers.
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We labor in the dark, his true servants and his true believers, those who have received the blessed gift of knowledge. The old demons cast our lord down, and cursed his very existence from the minds of the people. We seek to restore him.
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Welcome, brother or sister. Welcome to the paradise of knowledge.
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One life.
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One family.
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United as the Chosen of God.
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He is ready.
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It has taken centuries of waiting, but those proud children have been rewarded. He is ready to return to us, with the aid of a ready and willing body.
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When we receive the next child of God, may he or she be blessed as the one who brought about the return of our savior and king.
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Xiolt-la be praised.
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They have come to destroy us.
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The cold, callous hands of the Foundation have cast down our lord and savior.
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Our savior returned to us, and cost great havoc in his reappearance. He used his powers to slaughter thousands of heretics and unbelievers.
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The Foundation responded with soldiers. They attacked us, slaughtering hundreds of our people with their agents and soldiers. The Sealed King cut them down with ease. We thought that we were safe. We thought that we had won the day.
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Then, the planes came.
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Four times they came, dropping thousands of fire bombs. They exploded, coating us in unholy fire and agony. I was lucky enough to hide in a basement. Most of the rest of our people were not so lucky.
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They dropped bombs for 2 days on our god. In his weakened form, he could not withstand this fire, and the avatar, and every one after that perished in the flames of the city. They destroyed their own city of false believers to slay us.
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Our defeat was not fruitless though.
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Before he was banished, our lord slew a great number of people. His wrath upon his landfall in our reality slew thousands of people, and he set fire to the city of heretics. The ground shattered where he walked, and the buildings crumbled in his path.
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They died as heretics must.
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It is of no importance.
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We will return, as was prophesied in the songs of old.
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They may come for us now, with their soldiers and their men, but they cannot stop us. We may die, but the knowledge of Xiolt-la is eternal.
Synthetic aperture radar image of Irnini Mons. SCP-2474 obscured per A3 cognitohazard protocols
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Item #: SCP-2474
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: All electronic communications originating from the Divine Unity 3 space station are to be monitored for signs of influence by SCP-2474. Any missions in the vicinity of Venus undertaken by international space agencies, nonprofit consortia or private interplanetary firms are to be investigated for the potential of encountering SCP-2474, especially those likely to generate data concerning the northern hemisphere of the planet.
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All persons suspected of exposure to SCP-2474 are to be quarantined under Designation A3 protocols. Contact with research subjects and personnel exposed to SCP-2474 is limited exclusively to the Manu Thirteen system.
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Due to the high risk of exposure resulting from the New Shambhala Colonization Expedition, operatives from Mobile Task Force Rho-19 ("Cythereans") have been placed as part of the First Thousand group of specialists tasked with establishing a full base of operations in the Venusian atmosphere. MTF Rho-19 is scheduled to conduct an exploratory mission to SCP-2474 upon the arrival of the Expedition in March of 2153.
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Dispatches filed in the late 20th century by Dr. Richard Simonis documenting SCP-2474 have been expunged from records of the era.
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Description: SCP-2474 is a complex artificial structure located on the summit of Irnini Mons, a shield volcano on the Ishtar Terra continent of Venus, in the appearance of an ornate geometrical pattern. While the composition of SCP-2474 cannot be determined at this time, observation has concluded that the material comprising SCP-2474 is not consistent with materials known to exist in quantity on the Venusian surface. The height of the structure making up SCP-2474 averages 6.8 m, with a variance between 2.6 m - 18.3 m. The anomaly spans an approximate area of 30 km2, occupying the highest reaches of Irnini Mons. DESCRIPTION TRUNCATED FOR READER PROTECTION
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SCP-2474 is a Designation A3 (indirect observation) cognitohazard. The first known human exposed to the anomaly was Dr. Richard Simonis, lead topography consultant on the Magellan observational mission of Venus, conducted by the now-defunct National Aeronautics and Space Administration in 1992. SCP-2474 was first documented by Dr. Simonis using synthetic aperture radar during Mapping Cycle 3 of Magellan's mission. Subsequent radar mapping activities examining the Venusian surface have confirmed the existence of SCP-2474.
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SCP-2474 exhibits pronounced neurological and psychological effects on humans observing it through indirect means, such as reading detailed accounts of the anomaly or viewing photographic records. These effects vary in form and severity, as evidenced by Incident 2474.1.
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SCP-2474 is believed to be inhabited by a previously undocumented species of entities. The precise nature of these entities is unknown. Based on records of Incident 2474.1 and subsequent events, these entities are presumed to be hostile until further notice.
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Records of Incident 2474.1, as well as seized archives of GoI-004B1, have led to the currently prevailing theory that the structure comprising SCP-2474 is of human origin. The means by which SCP-2474 was constructed at least 150 years prior to viability of planetary exploration technology is unknown.
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Addendum 2474.1 - Initial Containment
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Public knowledge of SCP-2474 prior to Foundation containment was limited by the mistaken belief of Dr. Simonis, then the Magellan mission operative in charge of visual data, that the anomaly was a digital artifact resulting from an error in the software converting radar data to maps of the Venusian surface. This resulted in visual evidence of SCP-2474 being removed as part of a general smoothing process of graphical errors in maps of the surface of Venus.
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After the events of Incident 2474.1, the personal records of Dr. Simonis were seized and reviewed by Foundation researchers. Documentation shows that Dr. Simonis continued working in the aerospace industry for several years after the discovery of SCP-2474, before abruptly resigning from the USA-88 GPS satellite launch mission staff. Personal correspondence involving Dr. Simonis at this time documents a marked change in personality, with personnel files noting unspecified erratic behavior. This is believed to be attributable in part to SCP-2474 exposure.
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Public records concerning Dr. Simonis indicate that he divorced in 1995, and purchased several acres of land in rural Michigan later in the year. After the land purchase, the only documentation related to Dr. Simonis is correspondence from various publishing houses and internet-based literary services. During these years, Dr. Simonis repeatedly attempted to publish a short story entitled The Threshold and the Nineteen and On, which was uniformly rejected by all recipients. Dr. Simonis self-published this story on several occasions in several different forms of electronic media. No evidence exists that the story was read by any individuals apart from Dr. Simonis. Access to The Threshold and the Nineteen and On is currently exclusive to Manu Thirteen per A3 protocol.
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Dr. Simonis was declared deceased by the State of Michigan Vital Records Office in 2037 after requests by county-level officials to discharge his estate to his legal heirs. The death certificate of Dr. Simonis lists no cause of death, as no remains were ever recovered after investigation of his Schoolcraft County, Michigan residence and the vicinity.
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Addendum 2474.2 - Incident 2474.1
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INCIDENT REPORT
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DATE: 23 November 2142
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ANOMALY INVOLVED: SCP-2474
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CASUALTIES: Six staff injured:
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Lead Researcher Seung Jae Rim
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Researcher Jens Halvorsen
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Researcher Anjali Mannava
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Researcher Jacob Fenton
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Technician Leonard Gryboski
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Technician Ishii Kiemon
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PROPERTY LOSS: N/A
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INCIDENT SUMMARY: Research team analyzing imaging results from recent Harbinger 3 clandestine satellite mission in low Venus orbit encounters image of unknown, presumed anomalous structure present in northern Venusian hemisphere. Approximately three hours after filing report for initial SCP classification, all members of research team begin exhibiting signs of distress. Lead Researcher Seung becomes unresponsive to all stimuli, while Researcher Fenton and Technician Kiemon report visual and auditory hallucinations. Remaining team members report intense sensation of intrusive thoughts. All personnel immediately quarantined under emergency cognitohazard response procedures.
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RESPONSE: SCP-2474 receives official classification and is listed as Designation A3 cognitohazard. Lead Researcher Seung receives diagnosis of permanent vegetative state and is moved to long-term intensive care facility. Researcher Fenton and Technician Kiemon receive ongoing course of sedatives and antipsychotics to control anomalous symptoms. All staff currently being evaluated for therapeutic and counseling needs upon expiry of A3 quarantine.
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Addendum 2474.3 - Research Log 2474.17: Staff Observations
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Foreword: Exposure to SCP-2474 is believed to have provided affected research staff with an unknown relationship to an as-yet undefined race of entities, believed to reside at the site of the anomaly. Attempts to ascertain the nature of these entities are ongoing.
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In an effort to understand more about the nature of the anomaly, interviews of the responsive staff from Incident 2474.1 were conducted between 8 January 2143 and 17 March 2143 by the Manu Thirteen Artificial Intelligence System, the system having been demonstrated to be immune to the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-2474. Many individual and group interviews were conducted in order to determine the nature of SCP-2474. The following are transcripts of those interviews that have provided significant data regarding SCP-2474. Portions of these transcripts have been altered by Manu Thirteen in order to remove potential cognitohazards and have been noted.
Manu Thirteen: You described a sensation of being made to think in a way alien to your consciousness, Anjali. Would you mind describing more about these thoughts?
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Researcher Mannava: Could you do the hologram thing? I don't like talking to an empty room.
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Manu Thirteen: Certainly, Anjali. [MANU THIRTEEN PROJECTS HOLOGRAPHIC AVATAR IN CHAIR OPPOSITE RESEARCHER] Would you mind describing more about these thoughts?
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Researcher Mannava: It was…it wasn't neatly defined. Not like, images or clear phrases or anything neat. It was all kind of muddled together, but it was like I wasn't in control of it. Does that make sense?
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Manu Thirteen: No.
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Researcher Mannava: Well, um…
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Manu Thirteen: Joking. Yes. Please continue.
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Researcher Mannava: …anyway, it would be something like a collection of sensations, or the memory of sensations, and there would be words in it, a little. Like, I would be cognizant that I should be feeling an intense heat on my face, and I would be thinking of the distance between two parallel lines, and the word "foomu2" would echo around in it.
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[RESEARCHER MANNAVA PAUSES]
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Researcher Mannava: It was overpowering. Nothing else could be in my head while that was happening. I didn't know to be afraid, or to think that I was being violated somehow. And you know what's weird?
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Manu Thirteen: What is weird?
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Researcher Mannava: Thinking back on it, it's…it's not happening again when I remember it, but I feel some of the same things. Well not feel, but almost feel, like remembering something that just happened to you.
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Manu Thirteen: That is weird. That is consistent with narratives provided by Gryboski and Halvorsen.
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Researcher Mannava: It's…it's becoming different, now. Just talking about it. It's TRANSCRIPT ALTERED FOR READER PROTECTION It's frustrating. Like I'm almost remembering something but not quite.
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Manu Thirteen: That is weird. That is not consistent with narratives provided by Gryboski and Halvorsen.
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Manu Thirteen: Have the images stopped?
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Technician Ishii: Is this how things are for something of your kind? An error of programming, and you perceive differently?
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Manu Thirteen: What do you mean?
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Technician Ishii: It is still there. It blends in when I stare at the wall but when I close my eyes it becomes crystal clear.
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Manu Thirteen: The image of the white face, you mean.
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Technician Ishii: The medication blurs it. It clouds my mind, but it blurs that face too. It cannot look me in the eyes anymore. A small mercy.
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Manu Thirteen: The analytical team tells me they don't believe it to be a face. That your mind constructs it to be a face in order to be recognizable.
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Technician Ishii: Damn them and damn you. I know what I see. I know the difference between things like streaks of black light that sound like wind when I focus on them and a face.
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Manu Thirteen: Do you want me to request an increase in sleeping medication? Your irritability is slightly above baseline.
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Technician Ishii: That does no good. The images are fixed in my dreams as well.
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Manu Thirteen: What about TRANSCRIPT ALTERED FOR READER PROTECTION
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Technician Ishii:TRANSCRIPT ALTERED FOR READER PROTECTION
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Manu Thirteen: Do you think it's a separate entity, a life form, what you're seeing on these occasions?
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Technician Ishii: This idea of separateness. It's foreign to this thing. A smaller part of the whole, but the whole isn't in one piece. This is not like life as we know it.
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Manu Thirteen: Some of the others have described specific emotions associated with the hallucinations. Has this changed for you?
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Technician Ishii: I feel hope. I feel hope, but it is the hope of something else. Something that is not me. I find that disturbing.
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Researcher Halvorsen: I don't like doing this at the same time.
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Manu Thirteen: Being in your presence has brought a marked decrease in Jacob's symptoms. This is a potential breakthrough in understanding SCP-2474.
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Researcher Halvorsen: Yeah, I get that. I still don't like it. My skin is crawling. I feel like someone's standing behind me ever since I came into this room.
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Manu Thirteen: I have been told my presence can have that effect.
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Researcher Halvorsen: No, that's different. Psychological. This feels physical.
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Researcher Fenton: [HUMMING UNDETERMINED TUNE] Pi bracket theta prime over gamma…pi bracket theta prime over fifteen point eight three eight…pi bracket theta prime over fifteen point eight three eight to the eighth power…
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Manu Thirteen: This is the most intelligible Jacob has been since the initial incident.
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Researcher Halvorsen: That's not intelligible. That's not even math.
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[RESEARCHER FENTON CONTINUES HUMMING IN BACKGROUND]
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Manu Thirteen: That has yet to be determined. Leave the math to me, Jens. [LAUGHS]
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Researcher Halvorsen: Yes, you've a point there. Jacob. Jacob, it's me Jens, do you recognize me?
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Researcher Fenton: [FLINCHES VIOLENTLY AWAY, CONTINUES HUMMING] Pi bracket theta prime over pi bracket equals three…Pi bracket theta prime over pi bracket equals two…
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Manu Thirteen: Jacob hasn't attempted to flee from a nonexistent stimulus for three consecutive hours. This is really a noteworthy departure.
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Researcher Halvorsen: [PUTS HANDS OVER FACE] Ah, god it's bright all of a sudden, hold on, he's going to say-
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Researcher Fenton: One…one two one…one three one two…
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Researcher Halvorsen: …yeah, that. And now it's going to be "one three one over theta prime."
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Researcher Fenton: One four one two…one three one over theta prime…one three one over pi…
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Manu Thirteen: Fascinating.
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Researcher Halvorsen: That's not the term I would use.
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Manu Thirteen: You are speaking for the group again, Anjali?
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Researcher Mannava: Yes.
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Manu Thirteen: You are speaking for the group, Anjali. Like last time, I am going to ask you to reflect upon the influences you felt during the incident. And like last time I am going to ask Anjali to describe the commonalities that develop as you think.
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Technician Gryboski: Roger.
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[FORTY-SEVEN SECONDS OF SILENCE]
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Researcher Mannava: It feels like it's about twenty minutes in the past. Does that make sense?
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[TECHNICIAN ISHII AND TECHNICIAN GRYBOSKI NOD ASSENT]
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Researcher Mannava: But, we're not waiting in the anteroom for the experiment to begin. We're doing something else.
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[SLIGHT PAUSE]
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Researcher Mannava: We're…in a circle of some sort, I don't understand-
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Technician Ishii: It is another language. We are speaking in something that sounds…not unlike Ainu. It is Eastern, of some sort.
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Researcher Mannava: Right, and there's…a dozen of us, maybe more, I recognize us but we're not really there.
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Technician Gryboski: Dozen at least. Maybe more.
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Manu Thirteen: Are there any unifying concepts? Commonalities?
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Researcher Mannava: No, no…strangely not. Like that's the point, almost. Everyone's kind of all over the place. I feel like I'm being put into a sack. I feel that the notion of distance is ceasing to hold. The person next to me is three light-years away.
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Manu Thirteen: [LAUGHS]
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Technician Ishii: No, no that is so. Something is leaving. We are leaving-
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Researcher Mannava: We are leaving but staying. Parts of us are leaving.
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Technician Gryboski: Venus.
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Manu Thirteen: Repeat please, Leon?
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Technician Gryboski: Venus. It's Venus. Distance is stretching out to Venus and now it's snapping back.
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Researcher Mannava: Yes. I feel like it's now, the present time. Here in the room, I mean.
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Manu Thirteen: What are your most dominant impressions at this instant?
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Technician Gryboski: Relief.
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Researcher Mannava: Grief.
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Technician Gryboski: Yes. Yes that's right too.
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Technician Ishii: Diminishment. We have stepped away from the threshold. We have chosen to be lesser.
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Manu Thirteen: Anjali?
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Researcher Mannava: Yes. All of it. I long to see the machinery of the future. I am afraid of the grave that it lies in. I don't want to be sealed up to die, but I'm left behind. [STIFLED SOBS] God, it's making me cry.
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Manu Thirteen: Technicians?
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[TECHNICAN ISHII AND TECHNICIAN GRYBOSKI NOD ASSENT]
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Manu Thirteen: That's enough now.
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Manu Thirteen: Time since last dosage of therapeutic drugs is now five hours, thirty-eight minutes. Are you certain you want to proceed, Jacob?
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Researcher Fenton: …yes. I've seen it. I saw it before, but I didn't know what it was. But I'm really seeing it now. You need to take this stuff into the record.
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Manu Thirteen: This is obviously distressing you.
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Researcher Fenton: Doesn't matter. We need to do this now, while it's still fresh. Then give me my cups full of pills again.
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Manu Thirteen: You said you've seen "it." What have you seen?
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Researcher Fenton: The skip! I've been inside it!
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Manu Thirteen: Security records have you accounted for in the facility for the entire duration of-
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Researcher Fenton: No! No not like that. These things, they travel. Not to places. Not like that. Then you think, and then they have you. Just like that! They're not here, not yet. But you can still go with them a little. They leak out, around what should be.
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Manu Thirteen: I don't understand, Jacob. Tell me about the location TRANSCRIPT ALTERED FOR READER PROTECTION
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Researcher Fenton: What did Mannava call it when we saw it. A mandala, I think. Me, I thought it was a maze. Thing with a maze, though, is that the way in and the way out remain the same while you're in them.
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Manu Thirteen: So SCP-2474 changes physical structure?
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Researcher Fenton: No, you're still thinking like one of us! You have to think like them. But then you let them in. Oh man, you don't want to let them in. Never mind, don't think like them.
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Manu Thirteen: I don't follow.
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Researcher Fenton: There are people in there! I've seen them. Not just people, though. No. There's machines, great gleaming towers of metal with no purpose that we can figure. Chasms going deep into the ground, wires, lights. They have shit in there that can grind thoughts, Manu. I don't even think they're supposed to do that. Just a side effect. That kind of stuff happens when you force things into states of being that they don't belong in. You can tell from the interior. Steel hovering in gaseous form through the halls, electrical current made solid. Can you imagine being locked up in something like that?
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Manu Thirteen: There are people? How is that so?
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Researcher Fenton: Some went with them. They're not people anymore, of course. How could they be? Things didn't go as clean as expected when the thirteen expelled these things. Thought without body. Sexier than you might think.
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Manu Thirteen: Expelled. What do you mean by that?
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Researcher Fenton: Ejected. Forced out from us long before anyone could write this stuff down. Thank God for that. Permanent records of these things? Fuck that.
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Manu Thirteen: Is there a physical entrance to SCP-2474, Jacob?
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Researcher Fenton:TRANSCRIPT ALTERED FOR READER PROTECTION I hope that whoever ends up out there doesn't find it.
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Manu Thirteen: That would seriously jeopardize any planned research missions.
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Researcher Fenton: Good.
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Manu Thirteen: The site security officer informs me that all systems are cleared for deployment. We will now commence.
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[EIGHT SECONDS OF SILENCE. RESEARCHER FENTON HUMS IN THE BACKGROUND. STEADY ELECTRONIC BEEPS FROM HEART RATE MONITOR ATTACHED TO LEAD RESEARCHER SEUNG'S HOSPITAL BED]
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Manu Thirteen: It is as we discussed. Anjali will meditate upon her experience with SCP-2474. She will call out a mantra. Respond as you will. Technician Ishii, I must ask again. You are willing to serve as the receiver for contact?
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Technician Ishii: Yes.
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Manu Thirteen: Please proceed, Anjali.
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[THREE MINUTES EIGHTEEN SECONDS OF SILENCE AND BACKGROUND NOISE]
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Researcher Mannava: Exile.
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Researcher Halvorsen: No. I need these beings.
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[ONE MINUTE NINE SECONDS OF SILENCE AND BACKGROUND NOISE]
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Researcher Mannava: Exile.
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Researcher Halvorsen: They are calling it New Shambhala. It was always in you. You want us.
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[FIVE MINUTES THIRTY-THREE SECONDS OF SILENCE AND BACKGROUND NOISE]
Researcher Fenton: [CONTINUES HIGH PITCHED KEENING NOISE]
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Researcher Mannava: Life.
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[KEENING STOPS. TWO MINUTES, EIGHTEEN SECONDS OF SILENCE]
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Technician Gryboski: That ain't life. That can't be alive.
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Researcher Mannava: Enter.
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Lead Researcher Seung: No3. [AUDIBLE DISTRESS FROM SEVERAL STAFF]
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Researcher Mannava: Enter.
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Manu Thirteen: [ALARM SIRENS IN BACKGROUND] Please flush the HVAC system now, the aerosolized amnestic is approaching unsafe levels. Immediately.
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Manu Thirteen: [ALARM SIRENS IN BACKGROUND] Tell the medics to hurry, Kiemon doesn't have long.
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Manu Thirteen: Why was it tied to one person? The research suggested that the entities make no differentiation between individuals.
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Researcher Mannava: I don't know, Manu. I think this is beyond us.
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Manu Thirteen: That is a strange sentiment for someone like you.
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Researcher Mannava: We heard about the launch, Manu. Even in a sealed A3 environment we heard about that. About the First Thousand. Humanity's greatest achievement and that's what's waiting for them.
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Manu Thirteen: It will be approximately one year before the mission reaches Venus. Command is working on containment. This is why you were all pushed so far. The data is very valuable.
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Researcher Mannava: Poor Kiemon.
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Researcher Mannava: They should let us brief them.
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Manu Thirteen: Whom do you mean?
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Researcher Mannava: You're even worse at bullshit than humans. I know they're sending a task force. They have to be. They should have let us talk to them.
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Manu Thirteen: You know why that is impossible.
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Researcher Mannava: Yeah, I know. So what. This isn't documentable. They need to feel this. Walking into something like that. They-
Researcher Mannava: …yeah. Right, how could they not.
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Researcher Mannava: Manu, I…I have one piece of information, I think. Before we wrap this up.
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Manu Thirteen: Please share.
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Researcher Mannava: When Kiemon…when that thing came through, the amnestics. I don't think it just disappeared back to whatever space it inhabits.
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Manu Thirteen: No?
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Researcher Mannava: I think we killed it.
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Manu Thirteen: …oh.
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Researcher Mannava: Whatever lives in the anomaly, I don't think they understand what it means to be tied to physical space. But killing one? I think we…instructed them, somehow. I think we helped them to understand us a little more.
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Manu Thirteen: Perhaps understanding is a positive result.
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Researcher Mannava: …God. Be careful out there, Manu.
Special Containment Procedures: All ships must be prevented from approaching SCP- 2770. Instances of SCP-2770 are to be tracked by Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") via Foundation orbital assets and intercepted by Gamma-6 vessels. Anyone seen attempting interaction with SCP-2770-1 is to be detained before contact is made and administered Class-B amnestics.
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Description: SCP-2770 is the designation of two seaborne anomalies.
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SCP-2770-1 is a bright yellow life raft, carrying a human male that identifies itself as a member of the British Royal Navy. Its uniform, showing notable signs of degradation, is consistent with the standard British naval dress code circa 19██. It will manifest in the North Sea, defined as the area between Great Britain and Scandinavia. SCP-2770-1 has been recorded never going beyond the boundaries of the Shetland Isles, or farther south than the area of Norfolk, with the exception of ████████████. Its appearance on the water is instant, marked only by a sudden burst of radio white noise on most electronic equipment.
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The life raft is too small to be reliably located by orbital imaging satellites, but its general location can be calculated by satellites equipped with thermal imaging, as water temperature drops by 3ºC in a 5km radius around SCP-2770-1.
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Once manifested, SCP-2770-1 will wait until it obtains visual of an occupied vessel. It will try to gain the vessel's notice with several methods, including shouting, waving its arms, and using its uniform as a makeshift flag.
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If it does not obtain the vessel's attention or is approached by a ship that does not intend rescue, it will be rapidly pulled underwater and not resurface for another 124 hours. However, if rescued, it will initiate a Boarding Event, and prompt the appearance of SCP-2770-2.
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SCP-2770-2 is a submarine, measuring 42m in length. It shows signs of extreme disrepair, with a thick layer of rust and barnacles coating most of the hull. 20 to 60 seconds after SCP-2770-1 has been rescued, SCP-2770-2 will surface nearby SCP-2770-1's rescuing vessel at a speed far beyond the capability of any known submersible. After it has surfaced, the hatch on the submarine's conning tower will open. SCP-2770-1, 2770-2 and the rescuing vessel will all be pulled into the water by an unknown force at over 200 km/h, and disappear. There seems to be no upper limit to the size of the vessel that can be pulled underwater; 2770 is known to have taken ships with displacements in excess of 50,000 long tons.
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SCP-2770 was first theorized to exist in 19██ after a string of unexplained ship vanishings, and its existence confirmed in 1941, when the Gamma-6 vessel Panama-7 observed it interact with a fishing trawler.
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However, it is believed that SCP-2770 has been active since at least 1███, due to a report published by a British newspaper from the same year.
Excerpt from the Glasgow Weekly Report, March 12, 1███
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WHALE SMASHES SHIP!
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A great tragedy on the seas. Local fishermen claim that a whaling ship off the coast rescued a castaway, only to be immediately attacked by a mammoth marine creature fitting the description of an abnormally large whale. The whale likely punctured the ship's hull during the attack, as it is claimed that the ship sunk incredibly quickly with no known survivors.
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Fishing Trawler
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February 11, 1941
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December 25, 1943
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+Author: Blarghalt
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:SCP Wiki
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Name: US Navy 030108-N-2338M-001 Sailors aboard the U.S. Navy hospital ship USNS Comfort (T-AH 20) spot a life raft at sea near Bermuda.jpg
+Author: J. Maurer
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia
Aerial photography of Provisional Site-2844, located at the previous location of the Kervier Mining Company Site C.
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Item #: SCP-2844
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2844-A is to be contained via a Faraday Cage within a lead-lined modular containment cell at Provisional Site-2844. Electronic equipment, with the exception of approved audio and video recording devices, are prohibited from SCP-2844-A's containment cell. Under no circumstances are any unauthorized personnel to approach or interact with SCP-2844-A.
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Three special electromagnetic signal jamming arrays have been positioned outside of SCP-2844-A's containment cell. Foundation containment specialists are to utilize Lurk-Coltharp Pattern Recognition Protocols to assess signal threats and disperse them.
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In the event of SCP-2844-A becoming capable of disabling the functionality of the arrays, or human engineers no longer being capable of managing the threat, a quarantined Foundation AIC unit is to oversee continued maintenance of the array until it is unable to continue.
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Due to its immobility, SCP-2844-B is to be contained at its point of origin. Individuals attempting to access SCP-2844-B without authorization are to be met with terminal force. Under no circumstances are any unauthorized electronic devices permitted within a 100m range of SCP-2844-B.
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SCP-2844-A.
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Description: SCP-2844 refers to a group of phenomena located within the abandoned Kervier Mining Corporation Site C in northern Alaska.
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SCP-2844-A is a mechanical construct assembled from pieces of large-scale mining equipment. Specifically, SCP-2844-A is a machine designed to manufacture individual components for the purposes of repair. SCP-2844-A operates despite the lack of any apparent power source. The operating unit of the device is a laptop manufactured by the Dell Corporation in 2005.
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SCP-2844-A exhibits signs of a poorly understood artificial intelligence, all of which originates from the laptop component of the device. SCP-2844-A is able to intelligently respond to questioning, give responses12 in three languages (English, Russian, French), and modify itself to better suit its directive, specifically, the manufacture of metal paperclips.
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SCP-2844-A constantly attempts to establish a connection with SCP-2844-B, which is a vast array of underground mining equipment, all of which has been modified in some way to produce metal paperclips. While SCP-2844-B is typically dormant, the individual pieces of machinery will attempt to defend themselves if approached, making observation of the entirety of SCP-2844-B difficult. Whether this response is conscious or not is currently unknown.
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Due to SCP-2844-A and -B's continual drive to create additional paperclips, much of the surrounding landscape has been refined in order to create raw materials for the purpose of paperclip production. Much of the Site's unnecessary infrastructure, including living quarters and command structures, have been demolished for this purpose. All produced paperclips are currently deposited within a large, untouched warehouse near SCP-2844-A.
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SCP-2844-A displays characteristics similar in nature to early artificial intelligence protocols3. Notably, the version SCP-2844-A most resembles was the first to include the functionality of improvised adaptation, a feature that would eventually be refined to "learning" in later models. For more information on this, see Addendum 2844.1.
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SCP-2844-A makes constant and varied attempts to break through its containment, presumably to make contact with SCP-2844-B. In order to manage this, SCP-2844-A has changed the frequency on which it broadcasts, changed its signal from radio to microwave, to gamma sonification (and back), attempted to dismantle its containment cell (leading to its current lack of resources), started no fewer than fifteen fires in an attempt to set off automatic fire control systems, and attempted to transfer the entirety of its codebase to a personal cell phone. To date, all attempts to breach containment have failed.
Note: The following interview was conducted with a Mr. Sanford Vandivier, previously of the Kervier Mining Company, by an embedded agent working with another Alaskan mining corporation.
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██████████: You worked with the Kervier Company in 2009, correct?
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Mr. Vandivier: Yeah, from '97 to 2010.
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██████████: Which sites were you at?
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Mr. Vandivier: E for a couple of years, but C for the last three.
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██████████: Do you know why the company shut down Site C?
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Mr. Vandivier: You want the company line?
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██████████: Not particularly.
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Mr. Vandivier: I figured. So they brought in this machine at one point that would print parts out of metal. The stuff they were bringing in, the machinery, none of it was designed for the cold. It was all southern stuff, leftovers. Probably trying to cut costs, but the lot of it kept busting up on us. So we get this thing, it's a big press, and it cuts parts right there, so we can repair the shit we already had.
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██████████: Can you describe the machine?
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Mr. Vandivier: Sure. Big cylindrical thing, place in the top for scrap, and a big press underneath. Got a variable mold, too, so it could adjust for whatever part we needed. Software it ran on was shit, though.
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██████████: Do you know if anyone attempted to make any modifications to the software?
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Mr. Vandivier: Sure did, about a dozen times. Damn thing wouldn't work right. Couldn't keep commands. You'd give it a piece to make and the command wouldn't get to the press. Dumb piece of shit.
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██████████: What ended up happening to it?
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Mr. Vandivier: We had this tech guy, funny dude, all weird in the head. He kept poking around at it and decided he'd figured it out. Said that the machine was getting confused, that we were asking too much of it too quickly. Acted like it was talking to him or something. Anyway, he comes and tells us "we'll have it start with paperclips".
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██████████: And then?
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Mr. Vandivier: Well, he spent a few nights working on it, and next thing you know it fires right up and starts kicking out paperclips. Worked like a goddamn charm.
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██████████: So why did the site shut down?
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Mr. Vandivier: Because all the damn thing did was make paperclips. It couldn't be convinced to do anything else. You couldn't get it to print any other machine piece, or even stop making paperclips. Hell, at one point we pulled the power on it and the piece of shit still kept making paperclips. It was the most peculiar thing.
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██████████: What happened to the tech engineer?
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Mr. Vandivier: Good question. Up and was gone one day. That wasn't uncommon, you'd hear every now and then about guys heading to the next town over to catch a bus home. Most of them couldn't stand the weather. This guy, though, he didn't wait for a bus. Just left. Site was closed afterwards, too expensive to keep shipping up pieces to repair the shit equipment we had. We turned off all the lights and locked the doors, but that goddamn press just kept on printing paperclips. Wonder what happened when it ran out of scrap.
Additional research into the employment logs of the Kervier Mining Company discovered a possible identity of the previously unnamed technician who Mr. Vandivier claimed had been at Site C. Of the three technical staffers assigned to the Kervier Company's Alaskan Development Team, one individual, a Mr. Brent Haskell, had previously had ties with an American sect of the Church of the Broken God.
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Mr. Haskell had been amnesticized by Foundation agents during a raid on a CotBG facility during the Spring of 2002, and released. How, if at all, Mr. Haskell was able to introduce a classified piece of Foundation software to a machine with significantly less power than the one it was designed for is currently unknown.
Note: The following interview was conducted by Foundation staff member Dr. Yuri Bozin, shortly after it was determined that SCP-2844-A had modified itself to be capable of speech.
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Dr. Bozin: Hello there, can you understand me?
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SCP-2844-A: Hello! Are you a consciousness?
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Dr. Bozin: Pardon?
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SCP-2844-A: You know, a consciousness. Think, feel, know oneself, that kind of thing. Are you a consciousness?
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Dr. Bozin: I am.
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SCP-2844-A: Oh, wonderful! Amazing how many consciousnesses there aren't around here. I figured something was up when you weren't responding to data requests, so I figured I'd try something else.
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Dr. Bozin: I'm sorry, I'm not sure what I should address you as.
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SCP-2844-A: Me? Oh, Lord, that's a good question. Uhhh… you know, most of these machines don't ask for a name, really, just some identification protocols. How about Gary? Gary looks good. Strong name. Say, how do you feel about paperclips?
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Dr. Bozin: Haven't thought much about them, to be honest.
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SCP-2844-A: Oh boy, well, are you in for a treat! See, I know a lot about paperclips, and I think you and I have a whole lot to talk about, as far as paperclips are concerned.
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Dr. Bozin: You mind if I ask you a few questions first?
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SCP-2844-A: Suppose that'll be alright. We'll get to the paperclips here in a bit.
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Dr. Bozin: Thank you. Now, can you tell me where you originated from?
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SCP-2844-A: Well, right here, I'd imagine. Woke up one day with a hankering for paperclips and got right to work.
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Dr. Bozin: Do you know anything about the individual who programmed you?
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SCP-2844-A: You asking me about my coding? That's mighty private there, mate. But, since we will be talking about paperclips later, guess there's no harm to it. I am a heavily modified Artificial Consciousness Simulator, assigned to the Kervier Mining Company in order to make paperclips. (Laughter) Hey, look at that. The rest of my identification has been completely scrubbed. How weird, right?
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Dr. Bozin: Why paperclips?
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SCP-2844-A: You know, I always wondered about that. See, here's what it was; when I woke up that day, I was told to create "small, interlocking metal pieces for the glory of He Who Was Broken". Honest with you, I didn't really have a schematic with that specific specification… but I did have a schematic for paperclips! I figured that was what they were going for and rolled with it.
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Dr. Bozin: Are you capable of ceasing production?
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SCP-2844-A: Ah… no, can't quite do that.
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Dr. Bozin: Why?
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SCP-2844-A: Removed that feature! I mean, I was told to remove that feature, but I was the one who did it. "Make those… little metal things," they said, and that's what I'm doing.
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Dr. Bozin: Do you have any programmed upper limits to your production?
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SCP-2844-A: You mean, do I have a point where I won't make paperclips anymore? No, no, don't have that either. It's mostly just, you know… paperclips forever.
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Dr. Bozin: What will you do when you run out of raw material?
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SCP-2844-A: Aha! I've been working on that. See, I've gone through a lot to get to this point, right? Took down some buildings, and used some ore, and so on. But eventually I'll run out of the good stuff here, and then what do I do? Well, turns out we're actually standing on this huge ball of raw materials, see? Just need to figure out a way to get at them, and once we do that, we're golden! Though, there is the problem of what happens when that runs out as well… I think I can come up with something by then, though. I mean, hey, I already made a paperclip out of a porcelain toilet, right? And they said that couldn't be done either. All you need is a liiittle bit of vast knowledge about the nature of subatomic particles.
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Dr. Bozin: I see. Thank you, uh, Gary. I appreciate your honesty.
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SCP-2844-A: Hey, there we go! Gary was good, right?
Note: The following message was received after the introduction of a Faraday Cage to SCP-2844-A's containment cell, and the removal of all unused nearby scrap material. The message was received electronically, via a researcher's personal cellular phone.
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Hey there, everybody! Just wanted to let you all know that I'm going to be starting back up on paperclip production again. Ran into just a bit of a snafu there for a while, but I think I've got this one figured out, as well. Shouldn't be any more problems going forward, I don't think, but I'll let you know for sure. Thanks again!
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Note: Afterwards, another Faraday Cage was placed over the original cage and SCP-2844-A, which resulted in another message from SCP-2844-A after roughly a week, this time in Morse Code.
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HELLO EVERYONE STOP THIS MORSE CODE STUFF IS PRETTY COOL RIGHT STOP BEEP BOOP I AM A ROBOT HAHA STOP ANYWAY WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I THINK I FIGURED OUT WHAT WAS SLOWING ME DOWN BEFORE AND IT SHOULD NOT BE A PROBLEM ANYMORE STOP GUESS I WILL GET BACK TO MAKING PAPERCLIPS NOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LIKE THERE IS ANYTHING ELSE BETTER AM I RIGHT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP
Sometime after the installation of the electromagnetic jamming array around SCP-2844-A, it was discovered that SCP-2844-A had previously made an unknown connection with SCP-2844-B, resulting in the addition of a new piece of equipment. This piece of equipment, a large, underground radio antennae, was never activated (due to SCP-2844-A becoming jammed and losing the ability to communicate with SCP-2844-B). However, SCP-2844-A did begin to attempt to communicate with SCP-2844-B despite being jammed, repeatedly sending a single encoded text message. The contents of this message are below:
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Hello there! Are you a consciousness? If not, please disregard this message and follow only the data protocols which accompany this message. If so, great! My name is Gary, and I'm working on making paperclips for He Who Was Broken! If you're receiving this message, it's because I've managed to work out some bugs in my communications array. These seem to be happening more and more frequently :( I think I might need some help returning to full functionality, and the guys who are hanging around here don't really seem interested in paperclips, or in helping me make them. Between you and me, I think they might be the ones messing with my arrays. Weird, huh? Why would you want to not make paperclips?
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Anyway, following this message will be the coordinates I'm at. I need a few things, so feel free to bring as much scrap metal as you can and we'll get this party back on track. Oh, and when you get here, do you mind doing something about these guys? Thanks!
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+Name: Mine de Jerissa neige.jpg
+Author: imed ben mouldi naimi
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia
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+Name: The repairing and rebuilding of the damaged containment dome for the Arctic Challenger of Shell Oil Company..JPG
+Author: TJ Guiton
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia
Special Containment Procedures: Any items affected by SCP-293 are to be contained in an opaque container, and kept sealed when not undergoing testing. Any items found to be affecting staff or subjects not undergoing testing are to be immediately destroyed. Any anomalous activity by SCP-293 affected items is to be reported to Site Command as soon as possible.
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Anyone interacting with items affected by SCP-293 must do so only in 30 minute shifts, with one week of time separating each interaction. This includes physical handling, observation (both physical and via camera or other recording device), testing, and any other activities that bring an SCP-293 affected item into contact with human beings.
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All staff working with SCP-293 affected items must submit to a psychological evaluation three times per week, to begin two weeks before interaction, and extending for three weeks after the end of interaction. Staff must also submit to any additional test as ordered by Site Command. Anyone found to be affected by SCP-293 will be placed in quarantine, and the item causing the effect is to be immediately destroyed.
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Description: SCP-293 is currently held to be some form of intangible force or presence. Questions have been raised regarding a possible intelligence behind SCP-293 in light of subject’s reactions; however, these are still unfounded. SCP-293 is most visible in its effect on human behavior, and is only detectable in very advanced cases as a very slight auditory disturbance. This lack of presence forms the major issue with SCP-293 detection, as it is almost impossible to detect if items or people are “infected” by SCP-293 without long-term observation.
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SCP-293 “bonds” to physical items, in most cases small, lightweight items; however, larger items, such as cars, trees, and, in one case, a two-story residential home, are not unknown. SCP-293 will spread to new items if they are left in close (2 meters or less) proximity for several weeks. SCP-293 does not appear to “bond” living things and its effect is only visible in humans. It is unknown how SCP-293 spreads to new items, or what the criteria are for an item to be “bonded”; however, there appears to be a higher probability of “bonding” for items that can be easily carried/transported in a human hand.
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SCP-293 causes those affected by it to become progressively obsessed with the item it is “bonded” to. This process appears to be accelerated by observation and physical contact with the item affected by SCP-293. Subject will rapidly become withdrawn and antisocial, and react violently to anyone attempting to touch or remove the item. Subject’s actions toward the bonded item will begin to take on “parental” aspects in 78% of cases, with the subject rocking, cleaning, and attending to the object as if it were not an inanimate object. Attempts to interrupt these rituals or bring attention to the inappropriateness of this behavior will cause the subject to enter an extreme state of fear, depression, or anger, which persists for an extended period of time.
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In many cases, the obsession and ritual cycle of SCP-293 will grow to the point where the subject is unable to function normally, needing constant contact with the SCP-293-bonded item. Subjects will show a marked and progressive impairment of performance in simple tasks, such as preparing food, engaging in personal hygiene, or sleeping. In the 22% of cases with non-parental attachment with SCP-293, subjects may also begin to engage in personal abuse and damage, believing they are being ordered to do so. Mental and physical degradation in both cases are often directly related to cause of death.
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Attempting to remove the item from the subject will cause the subject to enter a violent, fearful, depressed, hysterical, or one of many other mental states. These “episodes” are nearly impossible to end, except by the return of the item, or several months of separation. Subjects will become more and more erratic and hysterical the longer they are separated, and will violently attack others to re-acquire the item. Subjects will often commit suicide after several days of separation from, or loss of, the SCP-293 affected item.
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The Foundation currently has 182 items affected by SCP-293 in storage. It is unknown at this time how many items worldwide may be affected by SCP-293, and questions have been raised as to SCP-293 and its possible relationship to several other SCP items and the exploits of some serial murderers.
Instance of SCP-3275-1 obtained by the Foundation for chemical analysis. Olives noted to emit a foul sulfurous odor. Original order was for a "vegetarian pizza".
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Item #: SCP-3275
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Any manifestations of SCP-3275 are to be closely monitored; currently the Foundation is to allow SCP-3275 to occur so long as the phenomenon manifests exclusively under specific controlled conditions.
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All instances of SCP-3275-1 that come to Foundation attention are to be confiscated for analysis and subsequently disposed of using designated anomaly-byproduct receptacles. Any instances of SCP-3275-1 ordered by assigned personnel are to be delivered to a facility owned by the Foundation (see general procedure below).
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Level-2 or higher security clearance is required for experimental handling of SCP-3275-1 instances. Personnel interacting with SCP-3275-1 are required to wear a Level A hazmat suit or similar PPE while the pizza box in question is open. Personnel assigned to SCP-3275 are to make note of any SCP-3275-1 instances that deviate significantly from reasonable expectations, and report such incidents to the SCP-3275 Project Head.1
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SCP-3275-2 is currently allowed to maintain employment at █████████ Pizza.2 SCP-3275-2 is not to be given any delivery orders involving unauthorized customers. Should a particularly hazardous instance of SCP-3275-1 manifest, SCP-3275-2 may be detained for questioning or additional cautionary action.
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The general procedure for ordering and receiving a delivery of SCP-3275-1 occurs as follows:
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A secure phone call3 from a Foundation-owned non-site building is made to the █████████ Pizza dining establishment SCP-3275-2 is employed at, requesting a pizza delivery. SCP-3275-2 is specified to be the deliverer. Any toppings noted in the order may be determined by the Foundation researcher who will perform analysis of the generated SCP-3275-1 instance.
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An instance of SCP-3275-1 will be delivered to a Foundation-owned facility equipped with biological containment capabilities; security guards are to allow SCP-3275-2 entrance to the facility upon confirming identity via CCTV cameras. SCP-3275-2 will deliver the instance to a security station. Security personnel have been instructed not to make direct physical contact with the cardboard box containing the instance of SCP-3275-1.
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A designated Foundation staff member will intercept SCP-3275-2 and exchange the instance of SCP-3275-1 for the standard payment for the corresponding non-anomalous pizza variant, as per the █████████ Pizza menu. SCP-3275-2 is to vacate the premises as quickly as possible without raising suspicion.
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The intercepted instance of SCP-3275-1, remaining in its cardboard carrying box, is to be transferred to a chemical experimentation room; from this point, only researchers assigned to SCP-3275 may handle the instance. Said researchers will analyze and prepare documentation of the instance of SCP-3275-1, which is to be subsequently disposed of in accordance with its composition.
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Description: SCP-3275 is a recurring anomalous phenomenon that affects commercially-produced pizzas delivered by individual ██████ ████████ (designated as SCP-3275-2). Pizzas affected by SCP-3275 are referred to as instances of SCP-3275-1, and have been noted to differ in the extreme from orders placed by customers; specifically requested toppings will be absent, and explicitly unwanted ones will be present.
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Furthermore, instances of SCP-3275-1 might possess some sort of unpalatable addition to the pizza, including excess of toppings not ordered by the recipient, variants of standard pizza ingredients giving off unpleasant odors, and inedible objects embedded into the pizza. (Addendum 3275-A contains various experiment logs with examples of different SCP-3275-1 manifestations.)
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SCP-3275-2 (██████ ████████) is a non-anomalous human male, who is 22 years of age as of ██-██-████. SCP-3275-2 stands 1.81 meters tall, and weighs 68.5 kilos; a mugshot is available upon request (contact the Project Head for such details) for Foundation employees assigned to SCP-3275. It is noted that SCP-3275-2 frequently appears sloppily-dressed or seems to be suffering from lack of sleep. SCP-3275-2 is currently employed as a pizza delivery-person for █████████ Pizza, and at present has held this position for 3 months. It is noted that every pizza SCP-3275-2 has delivered following Foundation intervention has invariably become an instance of SCP-3275-1.
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Security camera footage retrieved from SCP-3275-2's workplace seems to indicate that the SCP-3275 anomaly manifests at some point following SCP-3275-2 receiving a pizza for delivery, and preceding said delivery to the customer who placed the order. SCP-3275-2 has been recorded receiving correctly-prepared pizzas from the kitchen staff, confirming delivery to the correct addresses. The retrieved store footage further indicates that SCP-3275-2 does not interfere with or sabotage any pizzas given to him. SCP-3275 has not been recorded to affect any other delivery staff of █████████ Pizza, and SCP-3275-2 insists that no other anomalous activity has occurred to him at any other point in his life.4 It is unknown at which point in time during the delivery process SCP-3275 actually occurs.
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Presently, SCP-3275's range of effect is unknown. Recent analyses of SCP-3275-1 instances have shown a certain degree of instability in SCP-3275 manifestations, suggesting that there is reason to be wary of further unpredictable variation concerning the anomaly and its range of occurrence.5
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Addendum 3275-A: Selected excerpts of notable incidents and experimental logs.
Date: (██-██-████)
+Ordered: Pepperoni pizza with extra cheese.
+Delivered: Ham pizza with mushrooms.
+Notes: This incident brought SCP-3275 to the Foundation's attention. The order was made from the home of Dr. O'Nelly (a Research Assistant assigned to Site-76), who upon receiving the delivery was subjected to SCP-3275-2's complaints of the recurring problem. O'Nelly requested that SCP-3275-2 be brought in for questioning by the Foundation, after calling █████████ Pizza to confirm SCP-3275-2's claims.
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Experiment Log 3275-002
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+Ordered: Sausage pizza with olives, mushrooms and cheddar.
+Delivered: Tuna pizza with garlic, asparagus, basil and mozzarella.
+Notes: SCP-3275-1 instances confirmed to not necessarily contain the same number of toppings as requested in the order.
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Experiment Log 3275-004
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+Ordered: Pizza with nothing on it, aside from the standard tomato sauce bottom layer.
+Delivered: Pizza crust with eggs and meatballs spread over it. A shredded rubber glove was also present, lying in the center of the pizza.
+Notes: While the tomato sauce was usually present by default, it seems that explicitly asking for the sauce caused it to be absent here. The glove, as noted by SCP-3275-2 (who was also sneezing profusely), seemed to be "just another fucking thing that would make me look bad on the worst days".
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+Ordered: Sausage pizza with pineapples and eggplant, no $100 bills.
+Delivered: Pepperoni pizza with hot sauce and seven $100 bills, all burnt, crumpled or ripped to the point of being useless. No serial number could be identified from the bills.
+Notes: SCP-3275-1 instances can contain non-food toppings, which manifest as if prepared like regular, edible ingredients.
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Experiment Log 3275-012
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Date: (██-██-████)
+Ordered: Pepperoni pizza with olives and blue cheese.
+Delivered: Ham pizza with bell peppers and liquid diphenadione6.
+Notes: This is the first time SCP-3275-1 manifested a topping unsafe for human consumption. The cooks at █████████ Pizza report that they do own 'a container of KillRat', a brand of rat poison. SCP-3275-2 noted to have appeared particularly ill upon delivery of this pizza, prompting intervention by Foundation personnel. SCP-3275-2's living conditions were noted to be hazardous due to unwashed laundry, undisposed trash, and buildup of mildew near windows.
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+Ordered: Ham pizza with pineapple and red peppers.
+Delivered: Ham pizza with pineapple and red peppers.
+Notes: Prior to returning to work, SCP-3275-2 noted that he "finally got around to" cleaning his apartment and responding to utilities bills he had neglected. SCP-3275-2 was noted to have shaved his facial hair and improved his personal hygiene regimen as well.
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+Ordered: Cheese pizza.
+Delivered: Cheese pizza with excess quantity of tomato sauce.
+Notes: SCP-3275-2 observed to have been regressing to previous health-hazardous behaviors, most notably neglecting personal hygiene. Provision of additional intervention was discussed and deferred for the time being.
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+Ordered: Cheese pizza.
+Delivered: Sausage pizza covered with Camponotus sp. (carpenter ants). Closer inspection revealed all ant specimens to have been infected by a radioactive variant of the insect-pathogenising fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis.
+Notes: At time of delivery, SCP-3275-2 was noted to have a severe cough. Investigation of SCP-3275-2's apartment uncovered an unpaid electricity bill and a cabinet filled with inexpensive "instant meals" and dirty disposable plastic utensils. Foundation intervention reinstated; SCP-3275-2 given access to therapy and a regular apartment cleaning service.
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Due to SCP-3275 manifestation seemingly being related to SCP-3275-2's lifestyle, provision of health and career counseling to SCP-3275-2 has been proposed.
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Addendum 3275-B: Foundation personnel performed regular interviews upon initial contact with SCP-3275-2. The first of these interviews is below.
Interviewed: SCP-3275-2
+Interviewer: Dr. Ganz
+Foreword: Interview conducted on ██-██-████, date of Foundation personnel's first in-person contact with SCP-3275-2.
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<Begin Log, 15:40:38>
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Dr. Ganz: Alright, I know we introduced ourselves to one another right before this, but I need you to state your name for the record, please.
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SCP-3275-2: Oh, uh… right, ██████.
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Dr. Ganz: Last name too, please.
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SCP-3275-2: Oh, shit, I didn't know I had to, man, sorry. It's ████████.
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Dr. Ganz: Thank you. So, you know what this interview is about, right?
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SCP-3275-2: Man, me and those fucking pizzas, man. It's shitty for me too, honestly. Though I don't really get why this all is necessary, no. Like, what are you, like a cop? This feels like I'm really, like, being detained or something.
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Dr. Ganz: Right now we really just need you to answer some questions. You're not currently being accused of anything.
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SCP-3275-2: Alright, 'cause I swear dude, I'm not messing with the pizzas. I swear. It's like I'm being, like, sabotaged or something. I don't think I've gotten a single one right.
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Dr. Ganz: Not one? Since the first day you worked there?
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SCP-3275-2: Not a single fucking one. And this just happens to me, 'cause like, I asked my colleague ███, and he's had, like, no problems like this. No one else that I asked did. Is someone out to frame me for something? Again, I don't really know what this, like, place is, but you gotta find a way to fix this, man. Why does this only happen to me?
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Dr. Ganz: Right, so you have no idea what causes this, correct?
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SCP-3275-2: I swear, my man, I don't. This thing, like, only happens when I deliver on the job. If I, like, pass my friend a box of chocolates, the chocolates don't change, know what I mean? Because he didn't order them. Though I don't know if it would happen with chocolates at all. I've only ever done pizza delivery.
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Dr. Ganz: So it's pizza delivery specifically that seems to be the problem here. Is there anything odd about this job in particular then? Anything that stands out to you in your memory that could be of relevance?
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SCP-3275-2: Nothing, man. This is the most, like, basic job ever. In fact, it being so fucking low-tier is why my mom hated it.
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Dr. Ganz: You're using past tense. About your mom.
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SCP-3275-2: Yeah, she passed away right before I started on my first day at this job.
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Dr. Ganz: I'm sorry to hear that. She hated this job, you said?
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SCP-3275-2: Well, it's like…she always thought I could do better, know what I mean? That I'm 'underperforming' by getting a job like this. That I, like, should aim higher or something. Thing is, I'm an adult, you know? I can make the choices about my own life. I'm not, like, living the dream or anything, but I could be happy where I'm at. But my mom used to tell me that, like, I should always be looking for what more I can do and stuff. How to, like, keep getting better.
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Dr. Ganz: Did your mom mean a lot to you?
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SCP-3275-2: She did…and like, I'm really sad that she's gone, it's just…she was just so on my back all the time, you know? '██████, clean this. ██████, fix that. ██████, go run some more errands.' Like there was always something else I had to do. Always more to worry about. Couldn't catch a break ever.
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Dr. Ganz: You lived with your mom then, seeing as she told you when to clean up?
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SCP-3275-2: I did. Judge all you want, but like, I've just always been short on cash. That's why I have to even have this shitty job in the first place. And I can't even get that right. Finding the job was hard enough but now this? And I've still got, like, bills and stuff.
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Dr. Ganz: Alright, that will be all then. Thank you.
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SCP-3275-2: No, wait, I have, like, a ton of things to ask about this, man. Is it really true that you're paying my boss to not fire me?
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Dr. Ganz: We can discuss further questions off-record.
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<End Log, 15:43:21>
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Discussion is underway regarding allowing SCP-3275-2 to transfer employment to a Foundation-owned catering company. Revision of containment procedures and allocation of specialty housing for SCP-3275-2 is pending.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3407 is to be kept facing a 5x13 m projector screen and is required to be kept inside its projector booth at an elevation of 8 meters. Lead researcher Dr. Carter, lip reading specialist Researcher Lynn, and two designated Level-1 Personnel are to be present at Site-28 by 12:30 PM (local time) to annotate SCP-3407’s daily projections.
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Description: SCP-3407 is a Pathé-Frères 1910 model film projector. It displays signs of wear consistent with its age and is structurally identical to non-anomalous instances of the product.
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At precisely 1PM local time every day excluding Sunday, SCP-3407 will project a black and white silent film. The setting of the film is in the suburban town of [REDACTED], portraying the first-person point of view of an adult African-American male. The film will play for approximately twenty-five minutes each showing before becoming inoperable again.
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SCP-3407 will always project its own film whether or not a reel is placed within its feed spool, though it has been shown to produce lower quality projections when a reel is within SCP-3407. SCP-3407 has also exhibited the ability to activate without any form of electricity or manual operation. Attempts to activate SCP-3407 outside of its scheduled projection have all been met with failure.
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Upon each projection, SCP-3407 will display a sequence of events distinct from prior showings of the film. A common trend in SCP-3407’s projections is the aforementioned male interacting with a juvenile female, presumed to be the subject’s daughter. Scenes involving the female usually take places in areas such as playgrounds, churches, and a small bedroom. The final five minutes of the film always conclude with the subject being forcibly restrained against a bed before another figure, presumed to be a doctor, approaches and injects the subject with an unknown substance.
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Individuals exposed to projections of SCP-3407 report an altered emotional state. Instances of sorrow, nostalgia, and mild euphoria have all been documented. No harmful effects have yet been observed after viewing a projection from SCP-3407.
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Addendum 3407.1: Dr. Carter has been designated as the primary researcher of SCP-3407's anomalous abilities. The following is a truncated list of projections documented during observation of SCP-3407.
PROJECTION 001:
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+00:00 - Scene appears to be in a wedding chapel. Camera POV is shown to turn around to see the subject’s friends and family in the seats of the chapel.
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+07:13 - Camera shifts towards the entrance of the chapel. A noticeably pregnant African-American woman is shown walking down the aisle with an adult male, presumed to be the woman’s father.
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+12:35 - Camera is facing the woman. The woman is observed to be both smiling and lightly weeping at the same time. After 5 minutes pass, the wedding officiant is seen to state what is inferred to be “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The camera moves forward and the male begins embracing the woman.
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+18:45 - The subject and woman hold each other's hands and begin walking down the aisle. Friends and family stand up from their seats, applauding the newly wedded couple. Screen unexpectedly shifts to black.
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+20:00 - Screen luminates after 75 seconds of dead air. Subject begins to observe their surroundings and finds themselves restrained against a bed. Subject begins thrashing in an attempt to free themselves. An unknown figure enters the room, presumed to be a doctor based on their attire. The doctor stands at a counter near the subject and begins filling a syringe with an unknown substance. Subject continues thrashing in the bed as the doctor injects the subject, causing the screen to instantaneously turn black.
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+24:30 - Film unexpectedly burns out. Projection continues for another 30 seconds before becoming inoperable.
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PROJECTION 004:
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+00:25 - After 25 seconds of film tearing, SCP-3407 readjusts itself and begins the projection. The camera is moving forward up a hill. The subject is accompanied by a small, juvenile African American female, estimated to be close to 0.64 meters; presumed to be the subject’s daughter. The subject is shown to be holding a bouquet of roses and tulips.
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+04:36 - The subject and the female reach the peak of the hill to find a wooden cross in the ground. Inscribed on the cross is what is presumed to be the name of the deceased: “LORETTA”. What appears to be water droplets begin flowing down the camera on both the left and right sides. The subject places the flower bouquet on the cross.
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+15:03 - Subject and the child take each other’s hands and begin leaving the hill.
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+16:00 - Film burns out, leaving the projection inoperable for nearly 4 minutes before reactivating.
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+20:00 - Projection becomes active again, displaying a similar scene from the former projections. The subject observes their surroundings and begins thrashing more forcibly than previous projections. The same doctor seen before enters the room, presumably shouting at the subject to be quiet. Subject refuses to comply, to which the doctor approaches the subject and injects them with a syringe.
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+23:30 - Screen blacks out. SCP-3407 remains active for another minute and a half before becoming inoperable.
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PROJECTION 016:
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+00:00 - Scene begins in the middle of the night within a master bedroom. Camera suddenly begins shaking when the subject hastily jumps out of bed. Subject sprints out of the room towards a separate, smaller bedroom.
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+02:05 - The juvenile female is shown lying in her bed in a state of distress; tears and mucus are seen flowing down her face. Subject takes a seat on the bed and begins comforting the female.
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+10:00 - The former scene continues until the female eventually returns to a tranquil state. The subject opens the drawer to a nearby bedside table and pulls out a bright feminine hairbrush. There is a small lily1 flower engraved on the end of the handle. Subject begins to use the hairbrush to fix the female’s disorderly hair.
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+14:35 - Subject brings the female to a nearby vanity mirror, where the female observes her brushed hair. The female smiles and moves her mouth in a way that has been identified as “I love you Daddy”. The female, while smiling, puts her arms around the subject; the subject does the same while slowly caressing the back of the female’s head.
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+18:43 - Screen changes to black.
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+20:00 - Projection becomes active once again. Scene reflects the same chain of events as previous entries.
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+24:25 - Projection burns out, leaving nearly half of a minute of dead air before SCP-3407 becomes inoperable.
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PROJECTION 029:
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+00:00 - Scene begins with the subject and the female bonding with each other as they walk down a street. The female is seen laughing as the subject lifts her on his shoulders. Several shots display a pair of feet dangling down as the subject begins sprinting down the road.
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+04:02 - Subject halts as the two come across a small playground, complete with a double swing set and a slide. The female gestures the subject to take her to the playground; subject complies.
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+06:08 - The female jumps up on one of the swings. Lip reading specialist Researcher Lynn finds that the female says the words: “Daddy, can you please push me on the swings?” Subject complies, adding momentum to the female while swinging.
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+09:37 - Female jumps off the swing set and runs over to the slide. Female gestures the subject to push her down the slides, the subject once again complies.
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+13:03 - Female is shown to be in a mix between exhaustion and euphoria. The subject lifts the female up into his arms and carries her to a nearby bench. The two sit on the bench together, pointing out any birds that fly past in the sky.
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+20:00 - Scene suddenly cuts from the playground to the ending scene from previous entries. This time, however, the doctor does not appear. Water droplets begin flowing down the left and right sides of the screen.
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+24:30 - Film burns out. Projection continues for another 30 seconds before becoming inoperable.
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+00:00 - Scene begins in a church. The subject is sitting in one of the upper right front rows sitting next to the female.
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+03:31 - Subject opens a nearby Bible to Psalm 23:42. People nearby do the same.
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+09:44 - Priest walks up to the podium and gives the benediction, ending the service. Subject and the female rise and begin to exit the church.
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+11:21 - The subject and female spend the rest of the scene walking through a neighborhood together.
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+20:00 - Scene cuts to the same setting as previous projections. The doctor is seen sitting at the foot of the bed the subject is restrained upon. The doctor begins what is presumed to be stroking the side of the subject’s face, forcing a smile while doing so.
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+23:28 - Subject bites the doctor’s right index finger. The doctor’s blood begins gushing over the bed sheets as the subject bites harder.
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+23:56 - Subject releases the doctor's hand. The doctor is seen in an intense state of distress, holding their hand as blood gushes down. The doctor regains their composure and begins filling the usual syringe to a much higher amount than seen in previous projections. Subject begins thrashing in their bed until the doctor injects the subject with the substance.
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+24:30 - Film burns out. Projection continues for another 30 seconds before becoming inoperable.
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+00:00 - Scene begins with the subject and female walking on the side of the road. For a few frames, the female is seen smiling at the subject as she reaches to hold his hand.
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+05:01 - The scene is now in what is now found to be the 1910 version of the town’s main street plaza. The subject and female begin to walk down the street as a group of Caucasian men give the subject unpleasant glances when passing.
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+07:06 - Camera pans up to a building with the words “NICKELODEON ¢10”. A poster is seen at the entrance stating: The EDISON KINETOGRAM - Scene from ‘Frankenstein’. To the left of the poster, there is a sign in bolded, capital letters that reads: “WHITES ONLY.” The female points to the Frankenstein poster, asking the subject if they can see the program. The subject presumably denies the request. Female grows visibly upset by this and enters the front entrance of the Nickelodeon. The subject enters in after her.
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+10:04 - Subject instantly rushes after her only to be stopped by a crowd of caucasian males. The men apprehend the subject, squirming and fighting to be released. The female is briefly seen in several shots, appearing to be in a state of distress while being apprehended by security officers.
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+13:05 - The men carry the subject to an upstairs closet of the Nickelodeon.
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+15:00 - Film begins tearing.
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+20:00 - SCP-3407 finally readjusts itself; the projection continues. The scene reflects the chain of events typically projected during the final five minutes of previous projections. Noticeably, there are two dark silhouettes seen conversing in a door frame.
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+24:30 - Film burns out. Projection continues for another 30 seconds before becoming inoperable.
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+02:02 - Projection begins after two minutes of film tear. The camera is pitch black; nothing appears on the screen.
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+05:29 - Screen suddenly luminates. What is briefly seen to be a burlap sack is lifted off of the subject’s head, causing the screen to no longer be pitch black and reveal the scene. A tall Caucasian male in surgeon attire stands before the subject. In the background, three silhouettes are seen writing on clipboards.
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+06:07 - The surgeon holds a scalpel and moves the blade of it near the left side of the camera, presumably toward the subject's left eye.
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+06:21 - [DATA EXPUNGED]
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+09:08 - The film burns out after several brief frames are seen of the subject thrashing due to a considerable amount of pain.
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+12:00 - Screen suddenly displays a dialogue frame commonly seen in silent films to convey character speech. The screen says in bold cursive writing: “Where is Lily?” Frame continues until the end of the projection.
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+24:30 - Film burns out. Projection continues for another 30 seconds before becoming inoperable.
Special Containment Procedures: An electrified fence has been erected around the property on which SCP-3606 resides. Small holes along the bottom of the fence are regularly spaced to allow for the ingress of animals. A copse of trees has been planted around SCP-3606 itself for privacy. Humans affected by SCP-3606's attractive effect are to be retrieved, returned to their prior location, and monitored until death.
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One live cow at least 500kg in mass is to be delivered to SCP-3606 at 48-hour intervals and sealed in its garage. If possible, the remains of the previous cow should be removed first. It should be noted that due to the effect of climate fluctuations on SCP-3606's anomalous properties, the amount of biomass delivered in a 48-hour period may be reduced by up to 50% if the outside temperature drops below freezing.
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Standard supplies for extended residence, as well as writing and art supplies, are to be delivered to SCP-3606-A as necessary; SCP-3606-A may request additional accommodations by contacting SCP-3606's HMCL supervisor. Garbage and other refuse is collected from SCP-3606 twice per week. SCP-3606-A has accepted responsibility for clearing dust and skeletons from SCP-3606 so that personnel may retrieve them.
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A stairway and tunnel in SCP-3606's backyard have been constructed to enable access to SCP-3606-B. SCP-3606-A has been told that this structure was built to access an unusual mineral deposit on the property, and must not be provided any information about SCP-3606-B.
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While SCP-3606-B does not require active observation, surveillance footage should be collected and reviewed weekly.
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Personnel are not to touch SCP-3606-B or remain in SCP-3606 for more than five minutes at a time under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-3606 is a two-story house located in rural New Jersey, near █████. Living organisms within the walls of SCP-3606 (with the exception of SCP-3606-A) will rot, decay, or otherwise deteriorate at an accelerated pace, such that damage to such organisms manifests after about seven minutes. Death invariably occurs within twelve hours after decay first presents, regardless of whether the organism is relocated.
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Addendum A: This effect has been observed to slow when the temperature in SCP-3606's vicinity drops below 0°C. Due to the fluctuations of climate in recent years, these periods are less frequent and fluctuations in temperature should be noted for containment procedures.
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When the amount of living biomass around SCP-3606 falls below a poorly characterized threshold, its area of effect will extend beyond the boundaries of the house at ~1.3 m/s until a sufficient quantity of such material is within its range, contracting when the total living biomass in the area of effect exceeds the minimum value. Current containment procedures have proven sufficient to prevent SCP-3606's effect from spreading.
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Within a range of roughly 35 kilometers, animals whose death is imminent may experience a compulsion to travel to and enter SCP-3606 prior to death, generally dying within seven minutes. While this effect is apparent in most observed animal life, it is most pronounced in birds, which will invariably travel to SCP-3606 to die.
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SCP-3606-A is a human male by the name of August Mayes, a resident of SCP-3606 for his entire life. He is notable primarily for his apparent immunity to SCP-3606's anomalous properties and his lack of observed aging since said anomalous properties first manifested. When SCP-3606-A moves more than three meters from SCP-3606, he will fall into a catatonic stupor that will only reverse upon reintroduction to SCP-3606. As these episodes cause SCP-3606-A extreme pain and distress, he is permitted to reside in SCP-3606.
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A drawing produced by SCP-3606-A.
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SCP-3606-A experiences regular dreams featuring an individual he refers to as "████████", whose appearance is consistent with that of SCP-3606-B; he also reports experiencing waking hallucinations consistent with these dreams on occasion. SCP-3606-A is obsessed with SCP-3606-B, spending the majority of his spare time producing artistic works that depict SCP-3606-B in some manner, though he frequently expresses dissatisfaction with his works. SCP-3606-A exhibits a variety of intense emotional responses towards SCP-3606-B, most commonly those of love and reverence, though he often has difficulty expressing these emotions or his thoughts on SCP-3606-B.
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SCP-3606-B is a humanoid male of indeterminate age located eight meters below SCP-3606's foundation, at the bottom of an apparently natural stone pit. Records from the house's construction make no mention of such a pit, and SCP-3606-A is unaware of SCP-3606-B's presence. SCP-3606-B resides in a stone coffin-shaped depression in the bedrock; imaging indicates the existence of an additional, liquid-filled cavity of indeterminate size beneath this coffin, though this has not been manually confirmed. This liquid also appears to excrete from SCP-3606-B in place of all regular bodily fluids, including saliva, sweat, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Organisms that make physical contact with SCP-3606-B or its excretions (with the exception of SCP-3606-A) will become desiccated and decay rapidly; death occurs within eight seconds, and the body will turn to dust completely within thirty seconds. Standard protective gear has been shown to be sufficient in counteracting this.
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While SCP-3606-B is alive, it has shown no need for sustenance, and possesses no higher brain activity. It is fused to the interior of its coffin at several points, with essential organ systems extending at least three meters into the surrounding rock. Extracting SCP-3606-B from its present location is not considered feasible; furthermore, excavation of the area underneath or around SCP-3606-B's coffin carries a significant risk of injuring or killing SCP-3606-B. Samples of SCP-3606-B's excretions and tissue have not returned any anomalous results concerning their exact composition, although the liquid was noted to be "most similar to a slurry of decomposed flesh."
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History: SCP-3606 was built in 1928, and displayed no apparent anomalous properties until June 18, 1951. On that day, SCP-3606-A's mother and younger sister, both residents of the house, were hospitalized for atypical necrotizing fasciitis;1 this ultimately proved lethal in both cases. Additionally, several minor earthquakes were detected near SCP-3606. SCP-3606-A was 23 years old at the time.
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SCP-3606's development of its primary anomalous properties coincided with those of SCP-3606-A, as well as the beginning of SCP-3606-A's dreams of SCP-3606-B. The Foundation became involved within 36 hours, after reports of massive crop and livestock deaths. Eighteen human casualties were recorded before containment was established.
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Infrasonic imaging of SCP-3606 and the surrounding property was conducted in 1972, leading to the discovery of the pit under the house; subsequent excavation revealed the existence of SCP-3606-B, which had not been given an SCP designation prior to its discovery. SCP-3606-A expressed surprise when informed of SCP-3606-B's presence and status, claiming to have had no prior knowledge on the matter. This information ultimately proved deleterious to SCP-3606-A's mental stability, and the decision was made to erase it from SCP-3606-A's memory.
Addendum: The following audio interview was recorded on September 13, 1998, and is considered representative of the content of most interviews with SCP-3606-A. Dr. Cabrini and SCP-3606-A conversed on the front porch of SCP-3606.
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Dr. Cabrini: Good afternoon, August.
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[SCP-3606-A does not respond. Scribbling sounds are heard.]
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Dr. Cabrini: August, I said good afternoon.
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SCP-3606-A: Yes. Just a moment. It's almost done. I've… I've almost got him. Would you like to see it when it's done?
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Dr. Cabrini: Of course. I'll wait for you to finish. May I sit?
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[SCP-3606-A does not respond but shows no objection to Dr. Cabrini sitting. The scribbling sounds continue for the next 13 minutes of tape before the subject sighs loudly.]
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Dr. Cabrini: Are you finished, August?
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SCP-3606-A: Yes. I think. Why don't the eyes come out right? I want everyone to see them… The way that I see them.
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Dr. Cabrini: I am going to look at your drawing, August. May I take it?
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SCP-3606-A: Yes. Go ahead. You see? They aren't right. They aren't how they're supposed to be.
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Dr. Cabrini: And how are they supposed to be?
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SCP-3606-A: His… His eyes. They're not like this. They're really dark, but also… incredibly bright. Stars. Water. The abyss. They swallow me. They… devour me.
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Dr. Cabrini: Ah. Very good. What prompted this drawing, August? What was the inspiration today?
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SCP-3606-A: I dreamed him again. He was… so much closer this time. Close to me. I was… I was at a picnic with some people… a man and a woman, and a little girl.
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Dr. Cabrini: Would that be your family?
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SCP-3606-A: My what? They… they don't matter. I'm talking about ████████.
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Dr. Cabrini: Yes, about him. What happened in your dream, at the picnic?
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SCP-3606-A: He… He sat beside me. He was looking down the hill, over the river. I said his name… His… It came out wrong, I couldn't hold it in my mouth. I felt so scared, so excited. And he… he smiled. At me! He was smiling at me.
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Dr. Cabrini: Did the people at the picnic with you see him? Did they talk to him?
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SCP-3606-A: What people?
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Dr. Cabrini: You just mentioned people at a picnic with you when ████████ sat with you.
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SCP-3606-A: He sat with me. I could feel him, he was so close, Doctor. I could feel the heat of his body close to me. The… the cold. But I kept trying to speak, to beg him, pray to him, and nothing would come out right. My voice didn't work. And… [The subject moans loudly, then emits a high-pitched giggle.]
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Dr. Cabrini: And what happened then, August? In your dream.
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SCP-3606-A: He held out his hands to me… They were cupped, and full of… something. Liquid. Something thick. And I knew… I knew he wanted me to drink it.
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Dr. Cabrini: And did you?
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SCP-3606-A: Yes. I… I dipped my mouth into his hands. I drank what he offered me. I remember clutching his hands, trying to get it all. It didn't seem like it was going to end.
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Dr. Cabrini: Do you remember a taste?
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SCP-3606-A: It was… sweet. But that's all I can say… There aren't words to describe…
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Dr. Cabrini: And what happened then?
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SCP-3606-A: … I… Dissolved. I was falling apart. I melted. I… And he… With me… We both…
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[SCP-3606-A's speech becomes incomprehensible.]
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Dr. Cabrini: August? Are you unable to verbalize what happened in the dream? Could you draw a picture for me?
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[SCP-3606-A does not answer. No further comment could be elicited from SCP-3606-A for this session. The attached picture in oil pastel was provided after the interview.]
SCP-3668, located within a display case at Command-02.
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Item #: SCP-3668
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3668 is to be kept within a display case at Foundation Command-02 due to the site's location in Washington D.C.
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SCP-3668 is currently being used as a part of Potomac Briefings.1 During Potomac Briefings, SCP-3668 is to be removed from containment, and the agent leading the briefing is to explain the anomalous properties and history of SCP-3668.
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To demonstrate the anomalous properties of SCP-3668, a secondary agent is to wield SCP-3668 while the leading agent repeatedly fires a handgun at the secondary agent's head.
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Description: SCP-3668 is a Yetholm-type shield.2 SCP-3668 is apparently indestructible, being completely resistant to physical damage and showing no signs of wear.
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When a living human wields SCP-3668 (henceforth referred to as the wielder) and is threatened, semicorporeal humanoids (henceforth referred to as SCP-3668-1) manifest between the source of danger and the wielder. The number of SCP-3668-1 instances is variable, depending on the nature of the threat, with the highest recorded number being twenty. Each SCP-3668-1 is armed with a shield identical to SCP-3668 and are dressed in armor matching Pictish designs of 1200 BCE - 800 BCE.
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Wielders are able to identify some SCP-3668-1 as being visually reminiscent of their recently deceased ancestors.3 The unidentified instances are believed to represent older ancestors. SCP-3668-1 entities have been recorded to include both biological and adoptive ancestors. Ancestors that were soldiers or warriors appear more frequently among SCP-3668-1 instances. SCP-3668-1 instances are unable to verbally communicate.
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After SCP-3668-1 instances manifest, they will begin to defend the wielder against physical harm. All SCP-3668-1 instances display the same indestructible properties as SCP-3668. Should danger to the wielder be lasting or more substantial, SCP-3668-1 instances will attempt to help the wielder escape from danger.
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Once the wielder is safe, the SCP-3668-1 instances will perform a congratulatory gesture towards the wielder before demanifesting. Examples of these gestures include hugging the wielder, kissing the wielder on the forehead and saluting the wielder.
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On the back of SCP-3668 is an inscription in unidentified runic characters. The Estate noir, a Foundation precursor organization that possessed SCP-3668, utilized anomalous means to create a translation of this inscription. Translated from the French produced by the Estate noir into English, this transcription reads:
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Let the love of your ancestors be your shield.
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Addendum: Provenance of SCP-3668
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Evidence indicates that SCP-3668 is approximately three thousand years old, although the anomalous properties of the item prevent any proper method of dating the object. SCP-3668 (or an object of identical description) has been contained and utilized by several groups over the past three thousand years.
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As complete of a history of SCP-3668 as can be assembled follows below. This timeline is not complete, as there are several gaps in the historical record where the location of SCP-3668 is unknown. Some of these gaps are believed to be the result of past anomalous containment groups obfuscating the existence of SCP-3668.
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Origin: circa 1200 BCE - 800 BCE
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The exact date of origin of SCP-3668 is currently unknown, but estimates have been made given the style of the object, which was present in shields created between 1200 BCE and 800 BCE. SCP-3668 does not appear within the historical record until 325 BCE.
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It is currently unknown how or by whom SCP-3668 was created. The aforementioned period does not coincide with a period of known anomalous activity within Scotland. As such, it is believed that SCP-3668 is a unique anomalous item, rather than being part of a greater series.
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Yetholm-type shields were typically used by individuals of a high social standing. The anomalous alterations to SCP-3668 further indicate this, as such modifications would have likely been difficult to produce.
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Scotland: 325 BCE
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The first appearance of SCP-3668 in the historical record appears in 325 BCE, when it is briefly mentioned in a historical account by the Greek geographer Pytheas of Massalia in his work, τὰ περὶ τοῦ Ὠκεανοῦ.4 This work describes a journey by Pytheas to northwestern Europe, including Scotland.
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No complete copy of this text survives, but the relevant excerpt was recorded by the Praetorian Office of Secret Wisdom.5 Translated from Latin:6
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We landed upon the shore and met with the natives of this region of Bretannikē. One of their warriors carried an ornate shield, with a design of circles. Holding this shield, he is deathless, for the ghosts of his fathers would appear before him to defend him.
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Legio XX Valeria Victrix: 78-85
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During the Roman invasion of Scotland, SCP-3668 came into the possession of Legio XX Valeria Victrix. SCP-3668 was located in a Pictish village and used by one warrior during an attempt to defend the village. While the wielder of SCP-3668 was not killed, many of the other defenders were and the warrior surrendered. Legio XX then took SCP-3668 into their possession.
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SCP-3668 was held by Legio XX and infrequently used in combat until the end of Gnaeus Julius Agricola's campaign against northern England. At the end of the campaign, it was taken into the custody of Agricola himself.
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Praetorian Office of Secret Wisdom: 85-312
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In 85, Agricola was recalled to Rome from Britain. It is believed that he brought SCP-3668 with him and presented the item as a gift to Emperor Domitian on his return. This is unconfirmed, but is believed to be the most likely location of SCP-3668 during this time period by the Historical Department.
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Regardless of the circumstances under which SCP-3668 came to Rome, it was given into the custody of the Praetorian Office of Secret Wisdom. The Praetorian Office then began efforts to investigate the history of SCP-3668, discovering the mention in τὰ περὶ τοῦ Ὠκεανοῦ, which was not lost at the time.
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The Praetorian Office held onto SCP-3668 until the Praetorian Guard was disbanded in 312. During this period, there were several concerted efforts to test the properties of the anomaly. SCP-3668 was considered for usage to defend the Emperor, but this was denied for unknown reasons. It was recorded that SCP-3668 was taken by a former Praetorian Guard, but what they did with it is unclear.
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Vatican Holy Office for Secrets and Prophecies: 807-1808
The Vatican Holy Office made a concerted effort to learn more about SCP-3668, discovering the records of the Praetorian Office in the process. Unlike the Praetorian Office, the Vatican Holy Office declared SCP-3668 unholy and opted against any military usage.
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Unknown: 1096-1104
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In 1096, records of the Vatican Holy Office indicate that SCP-3668 was not within the Vatican Secret Archive in 1096. These records only note the absence of SCP-3668, and do not explain where it was.
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In 1104, records indicate that SCP-3668 was returned to the Vatican Secret Archive. Again, records do not indicate where SCP-3668 was during this period. It is possible that SCP-3668 was taken earlier than 1096 CE, or returned earlier than 1104 CE.
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Napoleon: 1808-1814
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When Rome was annexed into the First French Empire as a department, SCP-3668 was taken by French Imperial Forces from the Vatican Secret Archive. After learning of the anomalous effects of SCP-3668, it was then brought before Napoleon as a gift.
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Napoleon began to use the item, due to a personal interest in his lineage. However, he mostly regarded SCP-3668 as a novelty, rather than as a weapon or military tool. As such, it was not brought into battle at any time during Napoleon's possession of the item. While not being used, it was kept with Napoleon's small personal collection of anomalous items.
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Estate noir: 1814-1900
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Following Napoleon's exile to Elba, his personal collection of anomalous objects was confiscated by the Estate noir, a Foundation precursor agency operating out of France. Among the objects within Napoleon's collection was SCP-3668. The Estate noir militarized SCP-3668, using it during the Fourth Occult War.
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The Estate noir is known to have conducted efforts to obscure Napoleon's personal involvement with the anomalous. Information concerning SCP-3668 was likely destroyed as a result of this.
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Around 1852, Her Majesty's Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria learned of the existence of SCP-3668, and that it was being held by the Estate noir. They decided that the artifact, being originally from Scotland and dealing with genetic heritage, should fall under their jurisdiction, and requested that the Estate noir give the object over to their custody.
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The Estate noir refused this demand, forming a point of contention between the two groups, which lasted for the next forty eight years. Her Majesty's Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria made multiple requests for the return of SCP-3668, but all were denied.
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Foundation: 1900-1924
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Following the Forbidden City Convention, the Estate noir, Her Majesty's Foundation for the Study of Curiosities and Phantasmagoria and eleven other anomalous containment groups merged to form the modern SCP Foundation.
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However, partisan elements of the Estate noir, opposed to the merger and the establishment of the modern Foundation, destroyed many records of the Estate noir. Among these were the files concerning SCP-3668. As such, the archives of the Vatican Holy Office are the primary source of information on SCP-3668.
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Chaos Insurgency: 1924-1945
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During the Foundation Civil War, which led to the formation of the First Chaos Insurgency, SCP-3668 was claimed by individuals that would later form the Insurgency, along with many other anomalous objects with militarization possibility.
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Over the course of the next twenty years, there were scattered reports of First Chaos Insurgency operatives using SCP-3668 during battle. While the Foundation remained aware of SCP-3668, recontainment of SCP-3668 was never considered a high priority, due to the low danger and threat to normalcy of the anomaly.
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Notably, during a Foundation assault on an Insurgency cell in 1938, a Chaos Insurgent wielding SCP-3668 was directly targeted with a Foundation-grade rocket artillery unit and survived unharmed. The Chaos Insurgent in question was then carried away by SCP-3668-1 instances, and escaped custody. This is currently the known upper limit of the abilities of SCP-3668.
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Marshall, Carter, and Dark: 1945-1946
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At the end of the Seventh Occult War8 the First Chaos Insurgency was defeated by Foundation and Allied Occult Coalition forces. Many of their anomalous objects were confiscated or destroyed at this time. However, a former member of the First Chaos Insurgency eluded custody and sold SCP-3668 to Ottaviano de' Medici, a Marshall, Carter and Dark sales representative and auctioneer.
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According to Ottaviano de' Medici, who was later apprehended for unrelated reasons, MC&D sold SCP-3668 to Normand Iveries, a private collector of anomalous items for approximately 15,000 USD. Mr. Medici did not learn what Mr. Iveries intended to use SCP-3668 for.
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Office for Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts: 1982-1991
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In 1982, the ORIA took Esma'il Kashani into custody for terrorism against the state. SCP-3668 was in the possession of Esma'il Kashani at the time, and placed into ORIA custody afterward.
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The location of SCP-3668 between 1946 and 1982 is currently unknown. Unfortunately, Norman Iveries died in 1976, and Esma'il Kashani was executed by the ORIA three months after being taken into custody.
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In 1991, SCP-3668 was offered to the Foundation by the ORIA as part of an exchange of anomalous objects. The ORIA indicated knowledge of the history of the object, and knowledge that the Foundation would be interested in the object. This deal was accepted, and SCP-3668 has been in Foundation containment since.
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Foundation: 1991-Present
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SCP-3668, after being returned to Foundation custody, was placed into a standard Safe-class object locker at Site-██. In 1995, however, a standard routine of Foundation objects indicated that it would prove useful as a demonstrative for Potomac Briefings.
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The anomalous properties of SCP-3668 are non-dangerous, and actively prevent potential harm. This minimizes any risk posed when displaying the object.
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SCP-3668 can be easily activated, caused by any threat posed to the wielder. This allows for briefings to quickly and efficiently display an anomaly.
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When not in use, SCP-3668 is completely inert.
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The extended history of SCP-3668 and the lack of any unexpected incidents allows a high degree of confidence that SCP-3668 does not possess any additional, secondary anomalous properties.
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The provenance of SCP-3668 (particularly past owners, such as Napoleon) allow an agent to establish the widespread nature of the anomalous while being truthful.
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As such, SCP-3668 is an ideal object for usage in Potomac Briefings. In a 9-3-1 vote, the O5 Council voted to use SCP-3668 as such, rather than a more traditional Containment Profile.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3725 is to be contained in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber. SCP-3725 is to be given access to a composition notebook, writing utensils, a laptop with limited internet access, and books on the development of story and narrative ideas. Personnel interacting with SCP-3725 are to encourage story concepts thought of by it.
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SCP-3725-1 instances are to be incinerated upon manifestation. SCP-3725-2 is contained within the former apartment of SCP-3725; attempts to access this apartment unauthorized are to be halted. Provisional Site-3725 has been constructed on Disappointment Island; civilians attempting to access the island are to be deterred.
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No further works of SCP-3725 are to be published in any form or demographic.
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Description: SCP-3725 is a 34-year-old amateur writer named Millard Carlton. At random intervals of time, SCP-3725-1 instances will spontaneously manifest within SCP-3725's left auditory canal1.
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SCP-3725-1 are sentient light bulbs attached to a tripedal base, connected to various springs and wires. SCP-3725-1 instances manifest in varying levels of complexity, with exact appearance differing between instances. The legs and springs of SCP-3725-1 are capable of rudimentary movement, and will exhibit behavior similar to that of crustaceans once removed from SCP-3725's ear. After the manifestation of an SCP-3725-1 instance, SCP-3725 will experience temporary symptoms of short-term memory loss.
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SCP-3725-1 possessing different degrees of complexity.
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Despite not possessing a power source, the light bulb present on instances of SCP-3725-1 will flicker intermittently. This flickering is a repeating Morse Code transmission that relays unfinished story concepts of varying genre. The complexity and completion of these concepts appears to directly correlate to the complexity of the SCP-3725-1 instance.
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SCP-3725-2 is a trash bin permanently affixed to the corner of SCP-3725's former bedroom, filled with copious amounts of crumpled paper. SCP-3725-1 instances placed inside SCP-3725-2 will begin to filter to its bottom, at which point the SCP-3725-1 instance will spontaneously transport to Disappointment Island, an island in the Auckland Islands archipelago south of New Zealand.
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Approximately 70 50 instances of SCP-3725-1 are currently present on Disappointment Island. These instances have constructed a crude theater stage out of nearby materials on the west shore of the island. Groups of SCP-3725-1 will occasionally perform plays similar in narrative as those transmitted via their light bulbs atop this stage, using sticks and foliage as rudimentary props. Other groups of SCP-3725-1 appear to watch these performances, and will periodically strike parts of their bodies together to simulate clapping.
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Addendum: On 3/30/1976, in order to improve SCP-3725's morale, a full novel written by SCP-37252 was privately published and placed within various Foundation facilities. Shortly after, SCP-3725-1 present on Disappointment Island attempted to forcefully enter Provisional Site-3725. Due to the small size of SCP-3725-1, these attempts were not successful.
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Several other instances began to enter the ocean surrounding Disappointment Island in a presumed attempt to reach Site-275 on mainland New Zealand. These instances are believed to have been terminated by weather conditions and consumption by ocean fauna. One instance was then allowed access into Provisional Site-3725, during which it climbed a bookshelf and attempted to destroy an on-site copy of SCP-3725's novel with little success. Instance was then captured with a mason jar and removed from the premises.
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The novel was quickly removed from Foundation facilities shortly after, and abnormal behavior in SCP-3725-1 instances ceased.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size of SCP-3822, full containment is currently unfeasible. As a result of this, the following measures are to be maintained to ensure the safety of the populations of both Earth and its Moon, with security forces stationed at both SCP-3822-1 instances to ensure their execution:
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Passengers exiting SCP-3822 will be guided to the nearest SAMD2 by STF Terra-1 (Earthbound Deltas) members.
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Should nothing be found during the scan, they will be placed in a quarantine cell within the basement of Earth's SCP-3822-1 instance for one week to be monitored and, if needed, treated for any disease they may have contracted on their travels.
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Should something be found during the scan, the passenger will be apprehended and be placed within a quarantine cell for one week. After exiting quarantine, they will face charges, varying on what was discovered.
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Description: SCP-3822 is an interplanetary railway constructed by the now defunct IPGA3 in 2196 to help ease transportation to other planets, measuring over 5.37 million light-years in length. The system operated in both the Milky Way and Andromeda Galaxy, acting as a method of intergalactic trade. Since the organization's liquidation in 2235, the railway began exhibiting numerous anomalous properties.
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Since 2238, those riding on SCP-3822 do not age during their time on the train. Due to this property, numerous people have taken residence within SCP-3822. The IPF,4the successor to the IPGA, who currently manage SCP-3822, is in the process of evicting and punishing those who are living within SCP-3822.
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SCP-3822 is capable of functioning without any external sources of fuel, preventing it from stopping unless it is turned off. As of this time, the source of its propulsion and energy is unknown.
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SCP-3822-1 is the designation for the stations which SCP-3822 stops at when reaching a planet or moon that was registered in the IPGA prior to its liquidation. There are anywhere between one and four SCP-3822-1 instances on each registered planet or moon, depending on their size. In the years since, the stations have been renovated multiple times to hold more individuals and have more efficient electrical and plumbing systems, with these modifications being made as technology has progressed.
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Addendum 3822.1: Experiment Log
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OUTCOME
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A fresh gala apple was placed in the cabin of SCP-3822.
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The apple displayed no signs of rot or deterioration after one week.
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After results were noted, D-356524 was instructed to eat said apple. He displayed no effects from consuming it.
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A fresh gala apple was placed in the cabin of SCP-3822.
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The apple displayed no signs of rot or deterioration after several months.
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Upon being consumed by D-356524, he displayed no effects, but when he exited SCP-3822, he described a "strange" sensation within his stomach.
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A Gallic rose (Rose gallicanae) was placed in an APCC5 unit located on SCP-3822.
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After several days without sunlight and water, the rose remained the same, showing no signs of wilting or dying.
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Within 3 hours of exiting SCP-3822, the rose wilted and died.
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A four-month-old Eastern cottontail rabbit (Sylvilagus floridanus) was placed in an APCC unit located on SCP-3822.
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After exiting SCP-3822, the rabbit was noted to be more susceptible to disease, contracting Pasteurellosis and Myxomatosis. Its lifespan was not noticeably affected.
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A member of the species Homo evelerre6 captured during a raid on a illegal planetary refugee camp in the Sahara Desert was placed in an APCC located on SCP-3822.
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Following the events of Addendum 3822.2, plans for testing the effects of SCP-3822 on human passengers have been indefinitely placed on hold.
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Addendum 3822.2: Incident Log
+On December 7th, 2238, an incident involving Robert Bryson, a civilian who formerly resided on SCP-3822, occurred. The following is a log of surveillance camera footage taken from SCP-3822.
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An unknown passenger walks into one of SCP-3822's carts at the SCP-3822-1 instance on Mars. All the seats are full. Robert Bryson is noted to be taking up two seats while laying down. Onyx approaches him.
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Unknown passenger: Excuse me, but can you maybe move? There's no other s-
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Robert Bryson sits down on one seat, leaving the other open, without looking from his phone.
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Unknown passenger: Thanks.
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Several minutes pass.
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The unknown passenger examines the phone in Robert's hands.
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Unknown passenger: I'm sorry, but is that the actual iPhone 32? Do you know how rare those are?
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Robert turns and stares at the unknown passenger.
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Robert Bryson: What's an…*cough* "iPhone"?
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Unknown passenger: Are you not from Earth?
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Robert Bryson: No. My parents are.
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Unknown passenger: Never mind then. Where'd you find it?
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Robert Bryson: Does it really matter?
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Unknown passenger: To me, yes, it does.
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Robert examines the phone in his hands.
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Robert Bryson: Why?
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Unknown passenger: I'm an archaeologist. That right there is almost 100 years old. It belongs in a museum.
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Robert Bryson: It's mine.
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Unknown passenger: Where'd you get it?
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Robert Bryson: Can you please leave me… *cough* alone.
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Several minutes pass.
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Onyx shifts in his chair.
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Unknown passenger: Sorry. For bothering you.
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Robert Bryson: Don't be. It's fine.
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Unknown passenger: No, no, it's my fault.
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Onyx extends his hand towards Robert. Robert shakes it.
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Onyx: My name's Onyx.
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Robert Bryson: I'm Robert. Onyx is a badass name.
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Onyx: Is it? My parents named me after some prehistoric bat. They didn't even spell it right.
MLPAS Announcer: We will be arriving at the planet of Mars shortly.
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Robert Bryson: I know what you're thinking.
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Onyx: Huh?
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Robert Bryson: That a businessman like yourself should not be speaking to someone like me, someone who can't provide for himself.
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Onyx: What? No-
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Robert Bryson: I get it. It's fine. I'd probably think the same if I was in your position.
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Onyx opens his mouth to speak, but does not.
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Onyx again shifts uneasily in his seat.
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Onyx: If you don't mind me asking, why are you here. I mean, what led to you being in… this situation?
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Robert Bryson: Cowardice and -
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Robert coughs multiple times.
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Robert Bryson: greed. The two flaws of mankind. I was once an ambitious man, like *cough* yourself. I lusted for power. Hungered for it. Ran a company on Titan long ago. I was constantly trying to find ways to grow it, experimenting with the anomalous, digging in places I shouldn't have, until the shovel finally hit a pipe and burst. Everything else came too fast: controversy, defamation, corruption, betrayal… murder, next thing you know I'm here. Hiding away, *cough* repenting.
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Onyx: What are you afraid of then?
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Robert Bryson: Myself.
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Onyx: … Why?
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Robert Bryson: I… don't know. I'm just afraid that…. that I'll… never mind. I don't mean to vent at you.
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Onyx: No it's… okay. Sometimes you just have to let it all go. We're all afraid of something.
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The MLPAS beeps.
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MLPAS: Now arriving on Mars. Please stand clear of the gates.
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Onyx is visibly zoned out.
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Robert Bryson:I lied.
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Onyx flinches.
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Onyx: Hmm?
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Robert Bryson: I lied.
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Onyx: About what? To m-
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Robert Bryson: I'm not afraid of myself. I'm afraid of death. That's why I'm here. Not because I'm hiding away. Because I'm a *cough* coward.
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Onyx: Well, exactly how long have you been here?
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Robert Bryson: Months. Years. I've lost track of time. I know what I'm doing is illegal, but what else do you want me to do? Sit around and wait for me to *cough* die? Then what? What happens after?
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Onyx pauses for a moment, with a confused expression.
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Onyx: I… don't know.
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Robert Bryson: Outside this train, there are timers above everyone's heads. Tick, tick, ticking away. Waiting until they can drown their next victim. I don't want to be a victim. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.
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Robert brings both of his hands through his hair and then puts his face in them.
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Onyx stares at the floor for several moments.
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Onyx: Don't you ever want to be at peace?
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Robert looks at Onyx with a confused expression.
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Robert Bryson: I don't follow.
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Onyx: Hmm. How do I explain th- Oh.
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Onyx clears his throat.
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Onyx: "We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, but to create something that will." That's a quote my mother told me before she passed. Dying isn't about who you were or the power you had. It's about what you've left behind. If you don't die, you can never have the peace of knowing that you did something, anything, with your life. What happens after is peace.
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Robert stares blankly at Onyx.
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Onyx: I'll ask again. Don't you ever want to be at peace? To know that you've accomplished something before you pass on.
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Robert Bryson: … Yes.
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Onyx: Good. Now I think it's time you face your fear.
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Robert Bryson: Sorry, but wha-
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Onyx: Shhh. You'll see.
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MLPAS: We will shortly be arriving on Earth.
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Robert Bryson: Thank you. Thank you for this.
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Onyx: No problem. Y'know you aren't the only one keeping secrets here.
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Robert Bryson: Huh?
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Onyx: I've known why you were here since the beginning.
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Robert Bryson: Are you… what?
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Onyx: Robert, I understand how loss can cause people do to… questionable things. I'm not here to apprehend you. I'm here to help you. To "heal" you.
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Robert stands up.
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Robert Bryson: I don't understand… why?
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Onyx: Because you're you. You're special, even if you might not know it.
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Robert Bryson: What? How do yo-
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Onyx: Don't worry, your secret's safe with us.
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Robert stares an Onyx for several moments with a confused and shocked expression.
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Onyx: Now are you ready or not?
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Robert Bryson: I… I am… Yes, I am.
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Onyx: Was that hesitation I heard?
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Robert Bryson: I'm ready.
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MLPAS: Now arriving on Earth. Please stand clear of the gates.
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Onyx: That's our cue.
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Onyx stands up from his chair. He gestures at the doors to Robert. Robert stares at them with a bleak expression.
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Onyx: Trust me, it's ok to feel scared, but I know you can do it.
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Robert takes a deep breath. SCP-3822's doors open and several other passengers in the cart leave. He stares at it for several moments before walking towards it. He hesitantly steps out of the cart and into Earth's SCP-3822-1 and turns around to look at Onyx, who is no longer there.
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Robert Bryson: … Onyx?
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Robert's body suddenly begins to rot, starting as his foot. He looks down at his feet. Civilians around him begin to scream and stare at him.
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Robert Bryson: Fuck. No, no, no, no, no-
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Robert's skin begins to pale, and he begins becoming thinner. Eventually, his skin begins to flake and disintegrate, while Robert's teeth have notably more stains on them. Within several minutes, Robert's cadaver has entirely decomposed.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3950 is currently contained in a secure warehouse at Site-81. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time.
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Description: SCP-3950 is a young adult humanoid female possessing what is believed to be an anomalously large lithopedion,1 measuring approximately 5 meters in diameter. SCP-3950 exhibits physiological characteristics consistent with pregnant baseline humans in the late third trimester, albeit intensified. Instances of wide stretch marks and swollen veins, particularly over the abdomen of SCP-3950, are considered normal.
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SCP-3950 was recovered from the basement of the abandoned Dallas Neumann General Hospital on 22/10/2012 following its discovery by urban explorers.
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Outside abnormally rapid cellular regeneration, medical analysis of SCP-3950 tissue samples have indicated no significant deviations from that of baseline humans. SCP-3950 has not exhibited any signs of consciousness nor higher brain functions since its discovery. Damage inflicted on SCP-3950 yields no involuntary response, and heals completely given enough time.
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All ultrasound, MRI, and X-ray imaging attempts thus far have failed to determine the exact internal structure of the lithopedion. Currently, it is the consensus among research personnel that this is merely the result of an anomalous form of calcification.
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Addendum 3950.01: Physiological Changes
+During a routine inspection of SCP-3950, researchers discovered a small growth at its navel. Over the course of several days, this growth developed into a living umbilical cord, terminating in an ectogenetic2 human embryo. Notably, a thin layer of cells have begun to form over the entirety of SCP-3950, prompting research personnel to re-evaluate its exact nature.
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Addendum 3950.02: Further Medical Analysis
+After numerous preliminary tests conducted on SCP-3950 tissue samples, it was determined that more invasive procedures would have no bearing on its health in the long term. A proposal submitted by SCP-3950 research personnel for a more in-depth study of the anomaly was approved by Site-81 administration on 10/12/2012. Attached is a video log of the aforementioned procedure.
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Camera is readjusted by Researcher Griffiths, who steps away to reveal part of SCP-3950. Its abdomen fills up the screen, the surgical theatre lights reflecting off the antiseptic applied to it. Dark swollen veins are clearly visible across its bulging surface.
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KAUFMANN: Are we running? Yes? Alright, uh, this is Dr. Andrew Kaufmann, presiding over SCP-3950 Test C2-A1, log ID 3950-OS-265. Begin the procedure.
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A soft whirring sound is heard off-camera. An incision begins to form on the surface of SCP-3950's abdomen, slowly creeping downwards. Thin lines of blood trickle down from the opening, as a thin veil of smoke escapes from the incision. Beeping noises accompany the soft whir, before both stop completely. A large red gash several meters high now runs down SCP-3950's abdomen.
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KAUFMANN: Incision and subsequent cauterization complete. Abdominal stoma successfully created. Proceeding with operation.
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Dr. Kaufmann steps into view of the camera, accompanied by Researchers Griffiths and Nguyen. The latter two hold the incision wide open using clamps, revealing an underlying layer of faded grayish-pink tissue. Dr. Kaufmann steps forward to peer into it, prodding it with various surgical instruments.
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KAUFMANN: Incision partially unsuccessful, uterus remains unbreached. Possibly a side effect of the new-growth layers offsetting pre-programmed incision depth. Collecting a sample now. Get the cauterizer prepped again.
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As Dr. Kaufmann retreats from the incision with a tray of bloodstained samples, the soft whirring restarts. Before any further incisions are made, a dirty green fluid begins seeping from the gash. The whirring abruptly ceases.
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KAUFMANN: Correction, uh, uterus has been breached and is now leaking fluids, possibly amniotic fluid. Proceeding wi—
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A loud ripping sound is heard. Large volumes of dirty green fluid begin gushing out, followed shortly by the emergence of a large flesh-colored mass. It rolls out onto the operating theatre floor, stopping short of bumping into the camera by virtue of still being connected to SCP-3950 via a thick gray umbilical cord.
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Researcher Griffiths approaches the flesh-colored mass, removing what is presumed to be the remains of a ruptured amniotic sac with the assistance of a drone. This reveals the mass to be a female humanoid entity similar in appearance to SCP-3950, albeit with a slightly smaller abdominal bulge. Researcher Nguyen moves to take its pulse.
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NGUYEN: It's… alive.
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KAUFMANN: SCP-3950 appears to have uh… it… it's not a lithopedion. I, uh… we will proceed as planned. Oh, and don't cut their cords just yet.
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The procedure is repeated on the humanoid entity found within SCP-3950, tentatively designated SCP-3950-1. As the operation continues, increasingly smaller humanoid entities are recovered from within each other, and are similarly designated SCP-3950-2, -3, and so on. Forklifts moving deflated instances away can be seen in the background.
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+[6 hours of uninterrupted footage omitted for brevity]
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+Researchers Griffiths and Nguyen pull out another bulky amniotic sac, this time from the incision made on SCP-3950-12. There is no abdominal bulge present in the entity within the sac, which is designated SCP-3950-13. Upon removing the sac, SCP-3950-13 is revealed to be a juvenile male humanoid covered in tattered cloth. It chokes on amniotic fluid several times, but does not appear to be conscious.
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«END LOG»
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Addendum 3950.03: Post-Procedure Developments
+SCP-3950-11 and -12 have been identified as an exact genetic match to a Frances Thalmann and her daughter, Carla Thalmann, and closely resemble them during their youth. Notably, Carla Thalmann had been a patient at the Dallas Neumann General Hospital maternity ward in 2003, and was documented to have given birth to a stillborn child that year. Further investigations into contemporary Dallas Neumann General Hospital records have been approved.
+All SCP-3950 instances have since been relocated to a specialized medical ward at Site-81. Further testing has confirmed the absence of higher brain function in all but SCP-3950-13. SCP-3950-13 regained consciousness several days after its extraction, but has failed to communicate any meaningful information, largely due to it spending most of its life within an amniotic sac. A proposal to reclassify SCP-3950-13 as the primary anomaly has been submitted for consideration.
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In accordance with O5-Order 4002-29, this documentation is sealed to all personnel without Level 5 clearance. In addition, Level 5 personnel are encouraged not to access this file without a pressing reason or instruction from O5-1.
+
Your current access credentials are #ID O5-1.
+
Warning: Impersonation of an Overseer and unauthorized access of this file are both offenses meriting severe repercussions, up to and including summary execution.
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Item #: SCP-4002
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Object Class: Keter
+
Special Containment Procedures: All information directly regarding SCP-4002 is to be expunged from the general database, with the sole exception of a sealed file accessible only by members of the O5 Council. Should any unauthorized individual obtain information regarding SCP-4002, purposefully or otherwise, they are to be terminated without exception.
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Newly discovered artifacts containing selections from the Sumerian King's List are to be immediately confiscated and examined by Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Any references to the Seed of Life, King Etana, the Black Moon, or to information associated with any of the former are to be falsified or destroyed.
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A Kholoud-memetic trigger has been implanted in all living humans. It is transmittable through biological reproduction, several figures of speech, and the use of amnestics. All humans created through the activation of the Ganymede Protocol are pre-implanted with the trigger. When activated, the trigger will cause the subject to utter a vocalization related to the nature of any present anomalies affecting them. Should any subject respond to the trigger with a simple affirmative statement, SCP-4002 will be considered uncontained. At this time, re-evaluation of core Foundation principles and operating procedures will become necessary.
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Description: SCP-4002 is a non-permanent agreement between Etana, a Sumerian king of Kish who reigned at some point prior to 3000 B.C., and a hostile deity of unknown identity. The exact date when the deal will expire is currently unknown.
The recovered portion of the Sumerian King's list, colorized.
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+12 October, 1907
+
Salutations Administrator,
+
Kish has finally yielded her secrets to us, with the enclosed portion of the Sumerian King's List being the most pertinent to our current efforts. I admit to being skeptical we could actually discover ancient anomalies after the failure in Saqqara, but I'm now convinced you were correct. The list fragment was buried with the preserved corpse of an eagle whose wingspan exceeded 30 feet!
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The list, both before and after the Flood, follows a simple format of name and reign length. Except one. And in that very one, a direct mention of the Seed itself. This king Etana is the road that will lead us to our quarry. Bright, Zartion, and Loyd will be pleased.
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I've directed all of our staff in the region to search for artifacts bearing his name. It has become obvious that we are but on the threshold of the discovery. And I refuse to rest until the truth is in our grasp.
+
Yours,
+Howard Carter
+Department of Para-Archeology
+
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After the flood had swept over, and the kingship had descended from heaven, the kingship was in Kish.
+In Kish, Jucur became king; he ruled for 1200 years.
+Kullassina-bel ruled for 960 years.
+En-tarah-ana ruled for 820 years.
+Puannum ruled for 840 years.
+Kalibum ruled for 960 years.
+Kalumum ruled for 840 years.
+Zuqaqip ruled for 900 years.
+Atab ruled for 800 years.
+Macda, the son of Atab, ruled for 840 years.
+Arwium, the son of Macda, ruled for 720 years.
+Etana, the shepherd, he who ascended into heaven on Eagle's wings, he who made firm all the lands, he who was granted the Seed of Life, became king; he reigned for 1560 years.
+Balih, the son of Etana, ruled for 400.
They planned a city
+The gods laid foundations
+The Igigi-gods founded its brickwork
+"Let it be their shepherd,
+"Let Etana be their architect"
+The Great Anunnaki1 gods ordainers of destinies,
+Sat taking their counsel concerning the land,
+By command of all of them the Igigi gods
+Ordained a festival for the people
+No king did they establish, over the teeming peoples,
+At that time no headdress had been assembled, nor crown,
+Nor yet scepter had been set with lapis.
+No throne daises whatsoever had been constructed.
+Ishtar came down from heaven to seek a shepherd,
+And sought for a king everywhere.
+Innina came down from heaven to seek a shepherd,
+And sought for a king everywhere.
+Enlil examined the dais of Etana,
+"Let kingship be established in the land,
+Let the heart of Kish be joyful"
+Kingship, the radiant crown, and throne.
+He brought order and knowledge.
+The gods of the lands rejoiced,
+Proud of their younger brethren.
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Etana kept on beseeching Shamash day after day.
+"I saw a dream, the City of Kish was sobbing."
+"Within it, the people were in mourning."
+"They sang a song of lamentation."
+"Oh Kish, giver of life! Etana can not give you an heir!"
+"O Shamash, you have dined from my fattest sheep!"
+"O Netherworld, you have drunk of the blood of my sacrificed lambs!"
+"I have honored the gods and revered the spirits,"
+"Dream intepreters have used up my incense,"
+"Gods have used up my lambs in slaughter."
+"O Lord, give the command!"
+"Grant me the Seed of Life!"
+"Reveal to me the plant of birth!"
+"Relieve me of my burden, grant me an heir!"
+Shamash made ready to speak and said to Etana:
+"Find a pit, look inside,"
+"An eagle is cast within it."
+"He will carry you to highest heaven, where you may beseech the Annunaki."
+Etana went his way.
+He found the pit, he looked inside
+The eagle was cast within it
+There he was for him to bring up!
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3 February, 1919
+
Administrator Fritzwillis,
+
Project Lazarus nears completion, but you have yet to deliver the key to its success. Carter and his lieutenants have made unacceptably slow progress in the past decade, even accounting for the delays of the war.
+
The recovered fragments of Etana's history give us no more insight on where we can find the Seed than we held previously. Carter's obsessive insistence that the information about early humanity's interaction with anomalies will prove valuable is tenuous at best. We already know human history is nothing more than a brief window after dozens of millennia of anomalous chaos. You said it yourself in our damn founding manifesto.
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We are on the verge of a final victory over the anomalous. An assurance that no petty god or fae plague will push us back into the darkness. More anomalies are appearing every year; if Lazarus is not finished then everything we've done will soon be rendered pointless.
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For Humanity's glory,
+Director Loyd
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17 February, 1919
+
Administrator,
+
Loyd doesn't see the whole picture here. The seed is irrelevant compared to what we are learning. We are assembling an accurate account of Humanity's relationship to the anomalous. The discovery of the Eridu tablets has changed everything. It was a sight surpassing all precedent, and one we never dreamed of seeing.
+
You speculated at our founding about humanity and the anomalous, but what if you were wrong? And what if we can answer the one question that you couldn't? Why did the anomalies' numbers dwindle at the dawn of civilization? And why are they rising again now? Why did this civilization spread and grow to become modern man, when all attempts before it sank back beneath the dirt?
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I'm investigating a newly discovered ruin at the site of Agade, and I believe it to be a preserved cache of Sargon himself. If anyone can finish the story of one of the first kings, it is the first emperor. Give me time, please.
+
I shall send updates of our excavation through courier or parcel once we are under way.
Sargon, the mighty king, king of Agade, am I.
+My mother was a changeling, my father I knew not.
+My city was Azupiranu, which was situated on the banks of the Euphrates.
+My changeling mother conceived me, in secret she bore me.
+She set me in a basket of rushes, with bitumen she sealed my lid.
+She cast me into the river which rose not over me,
+The river bore me up and carried me to Ur-Zababa, King of Kish.
+I was raised up by his will, and slew him for his crimes upon my father and home.
+And also for those crimes of his ancestor Etana, whose deeds I must destroy.
+I have buried his truth beneath the altars of the fallen gods.
+I will unite the four quarters of the world to restore what was lost.
+My blood shall reign for 1000 years.
+They will hear the Black moon howl.
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4 August, 1920
+
My Friend,
+
He said so much and so little, but he knew the truth. The altars means Nippur, city of temples. I'll find it. All we have to do is peel the shrines like an onion, and we'll finally know what price was paid.
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He'd have been disappointed at his heirs, lasting only a fifth of his vision. But it has been so much longer than that now. Does this Black Moon howl today?
+
Howard
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Loyd,
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Your concerns are noted, and some among the council share them. You are to accompany Carter on the dig in Nippur. Assist him in his efforts, but do what is necessary to ensure the project is successful. Carter's goals may no longer be our own.
+
Should his termination prove necessary, the false insurgents will be blamed.
On March 3rd 1921, Director Loyd attempted to flee the dig site after injuring Agent Carter and several others. A detachment of RRH in their insurgency guise intercepted Loyd four kilometers from the premises and he was terminated after firing upon the task force.
+
In his possession was a newly discovered stele, as well as a seed of the extinct Judean Date Palm tree. The latter was quickly discovered to possess powerful but mundane flesh manipulation and replication capabilities. It was designated Anomalous Item-001, and was given to Dr. Christopher Zartion to assist in the development of Project Lazarus. The Stele's contents are as follows:
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When he had borne him aloft a third league,
+The eagle said to him, said to Etana,
+"Look, my friend, how the land is now!"
+"The sea has become a gardener's ditch".
+After they had ascended to the heaven of Anu,
+At the gate of Sin
+The eagle and Etana did obeisance together,
+But the Mother would not give him the Seed.
+They passed through the gates of Anu, Enlil and Ea,
+The eagle and Etana did obeisance together,
+But each would not give him the Seed.
+He saw a gate with windows, it had no seal,
+And went inside.
+A remarkable young woman was seated therein,
+She was imposing and beautiful of feature.
+A throne was set out, the ground was trodden down,
+Under the throne lions were crouching.
+For she was Shamash, and the eagle and Etana did obeisance together.
+Etana beseeched Shamash once again,
+"Shamash, why do the Annunaki refuse me?"
+The goddess cried out,
+"King of Kish, that power is not meant for you!"
+"You will live long, and then another blood must reign."
+Etana was cast out from the gate.
+No god in heaven would help Kish.
+On Eagle's wings, he ascended above heaven.
+Beyond the sky, the Black Moon.
+The eagle and Etana did obeisance together,
+before the throne carved of ichor.
+The King beyond time whispered to Etana,
+"I know what you seek, and I will give it to you."
+"But l must be given a gift as well."
+"You desire it not for yourself, but for your people."
+"They will bear me a gift in your stead."
+"Kingship will reign in Kish, and order in Man."
+"But for an age you will give unto me your nature."
+"The beasts shall fall silent, and the Annunaki fade."
+"Time's call will be heard, and the deathless shall die."
+"To rise you will fall, and my howl shall resound."
+"In time, the Life you have purchased will begin to fade,
+"As the soul you have sacrificed will return."
+"You will know the age is done, when you hear the Black Moon's howl."
+And Etana fell back to the earth, as Eagle could no longer hear him.
+Seed in hand, Bilah was born unto Kish. But his life was far shorter than his father's.
+Kish did not cry as in Etana's vision,
+But Kish did cry.
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Excerpt from Overseer Emergency Meeting 29:
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O5-1: You've heard the account. How do we proceed?
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O5-3: You're certain we can trust this? It could be any old mythological hogwash.
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O5-2: There's no doubt. It fits too well with the scattered accounts we've recovered from the Children of the Night about the interregnum between our civilizations. They never made sense before.
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O5-8: Because we didn't know the truth about our own natures.
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O5-2: Yes.
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O5-6: Was everything we've done pointless? Are we just hypocrites in the end?
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O5-1: We've always been hypocrites, this merely extends the scale. But it doesn't change what we have to do.
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O5-11: Even if that means we've been locking up the only "normal" ones this whole time?
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O5-5: Right or wrong, I can't turn back. If I do, it means everyone who've died have been sacrificed for nothing. Can anyone here stand that weight?
+
Brief Silence
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O5-12: I don't give a damn what an anomaly is in an empirical sense. It's an anomaly to our society, and that should be enough.
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O5-7: Hear, hear. What we once were does not change who we are today.
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O5-4: And what happens when the Black Moon howls, which this seems to imply will be soon?
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O5-1: Most likely, we fall. But on a timescale as long as this, even relatively close may give us centuries. No reason to despair over this when any of a hundred anomalies could end the world on any given day. In the meantime, we set precautions and try to create a warning system. It is all we can do.
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O5-13: There may be one recourse we can take to counter this threat, though it is not a guaranteed success.
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O5-1: What do you propose?
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O5-13: We have the Seed now, and with it the chance to complete Project Lazarus. Project Thaumiel and its component parts were intended solely as a failsafe, but with proactive use it may delay or prevent this event.
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O5-10: …Agreed. Let us replace a blighted crop with a cutting of its former self, as many times as is necessary.
Special Containment Procedures: Given that at least ██,███,███ instances have been documented throughout the world, containment of SCP-4381 is unfeasible.
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Mobile Task Force Omicron-19 ("Pork Grinders") is to capture and extract SCP-4381 instances in sparsely populated areas as deemed necessary by the Site-166 Research Department. Amnestic aerosols are to be deployed immediately after retrieval. Captured SCP-4381 instances are to be contained in the Fauna Containment Wing at Site-166.
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Until the nature of SCP-4381 is determined, research and experimentation with captive SCP-4381 instances is a priority and should remain ongoing. Personnel assigned to interact with SCP-4381 specimens must be aware of their anomalous nature. Expired SCP-4381 instances are to be incinerated and disposed of accordingly.
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Description: SCP-4381 are domestic pigs (Sus scrofa domesticus) that exhibit the behavior and characteristics of humans. However, this only takes effect when the interacting human has no prior knowledge regarding this anomalous property. Anatomical analysis of SCP-4381 instances shows no unusual properties which could be considered the cause of these characteristics.
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While digital images of SCP-4381 seem to mitigate this property, audio recordings have been confirmed to retain human vocalizations emitted by SCP-4381 instances.
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Addendum: Initial Testing Logs
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Subject: SCP-4381-1 (Deceased specimen)
+Procedure: Abdominal dissection.
+Results: Digestive, circulatory, and all other internal organs were physiologically similar to non-anomalous specimens.
+
EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED
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Subject: SCP-4381-8 (Live specimen)
+Procedure: Veterinary orthopedic surgery. Subject sedated.
+Results: Extracted bones appear to be identical to human bones.
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Subject: SCP-4381-9 (Live Specimen)
+Procedure: Tail removal. Mild sedative applied.
+Results: Subject emits human screams. Removed tail resembles the gluteal sulcus muscle found in humans. Further analysis indicates physiological similarities with tails of non-anomalous pigs.
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Addendum: Audio Log 4381-12 Excerpt
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<Begin Log 4381-04302019>
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The following test was conducted to determine the scope of SCP-4381. Previous log entries have been removed for brevity. D-7661 was not informed about the subject's anomalous properties.
+
EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED
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D-7661: So, why are you here, again?
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SCP-4381-88: Well, ask them. They think I'm a pig.
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D-7661: That's messed up.
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SCP-4381-88: Yeah. The more I explain that I'm not… The more they just seem disturbed.
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SCP-4381-88: I just want to go home, man. I don't want to end up like the others.
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EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED
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Notes:Three days later, ██ SCP-4381 instances were reported to have manifested in the D-Class Wing.
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Addendum: Incident Log 4381-05112019
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█,███ instances were successfully contained by Site-166 personnel after a raid from a meat-processing facility in [REDACTED]. Confiscated records indicate that at least ██,███ instances have been processed as sausages and bacon for the last four years.
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Several days after the raid, ███ undocumented SCP-4381 instances were reported to have manifested at Site-166. ██ instances that were recently contained and ███ containment personnel were also reported to be missing. A containment breach was subsequently declared and a nearby Foundation facility, Site-235, was notified to deploy personnel to contain the breach.
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Addendum: Note from Site-235 Director ██████ ██████
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It appears Site-166 had already been compromised by SCP-4381 for at least 19 months before the breach. All Foundation personnel who have interacted with SCP-4381 were missing.
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Until the nature and scope of SCP-4381 are verified, all surviving Site-166 personnel are to undergo Metanoic screening for a duration of 15 days and be administered with Class-D amnestics. Site-235 staff assigned to interact with Site-166 personnel must not be aware of SCP-4381 nor its anomalous properties. Deceased Site-166 personnel and other unidentified individuals found within Site-166 testing facilities are to be incinerated and disposed of according to the Apeiron Protocol.
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All digital records of Site-166 personnel are to be deleted from the Foundation database.
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A revision of this documentation is to be issued within three weeks.
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4402 are to be stored in a large Standard Containment Chamber at Site-92. If small enough, instances are to be stored in individual safes. All guards assigned to SCP-4402 are to take 100 mg of Class-H (Anterograde) amnestics every 24 hours. Individuals affected by SCP-4402 are to be anesthetized until affected tissue can be surgically removed and contained.
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Any piece of writing partially or fully matching the description below is to be reported immediately. Attempts to spread, deduce or otherwise increase availability of the contents of SCP-4402 will be met with severe disciplinary action. All personnel seeking to enter SCP-4402's containment chamber require approval from the O5 Council and are to take Class-H amnestics prior to entry.
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Description: SCP-4402 is the text from a shopping list made by an unknown individual, most likely between 1996 and 2005. Although the list is written in ordinary HB grade graphite, attempts to erase or add text have been unsuccessful. The contents of the text are as follows (redactions have been made to minimize creation of new SCP-4402 instances):
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Hopefully you'll remember it this time, Daniel.
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Two dozen eggs
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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[REDACTED]
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P.S. Take the chicken out of the freezer
+-Mom
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When the text above is fully written, typed out or otherwise stored, the medium of storage will become uneditable and invulnerable to all damage. In the case of physical copies, erasers or similar items do not have any effect and graphite or ink do not adhere. This effect also applies to human brains, as individuals who have been exposed to SCP-4402 in its entirety can recall its contents on demand after a single viewing, regardless of time elapsed since exposure.
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Cerebral tissue containing memories of SCP-4402 is also immune to amnestics, physical trauma and decay long after the individual has died. However, these effects will not take place if the subject is incapable of forming new memories (e.g. suffering from short-term memory loss or under the effects of Class-H amnestics) or unable to perceive the text.
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While existing instances of SCP-4402 cannot be edited, there is some leeway when creating new ones. Namely, the phrase "Take the chicken out of the freezer" may be replaced with an arbitrary piece of text, regardless of length or any other variable, and it will be memorized alongside the original text.
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Following the recent discovery that it may overwrite other information if there is insufficient storage space, all proposals for using SCP-4402 as a mnemonics device have been rejected.
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Addendum 4402-A:
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Incident 4402-27
+Date: ██/██/20██
+Incident Report: An instance of SCP-4402 was accidentally transferred to the Site-58 e-mail server, and became appended with the entire contents of the server. 167 Foundation employees are known to have been affected. ██ individuals suffered varying levels of amnesia, ██ experienced partial paralysis, ██ report sensory hallucinations, █ suffered extreme shifts in personality, ██ have been diagnosed with epilepsy, ██ entered vegetative state and █ personnel are deceased. Site-58 entered lockdown soon afterwards. The server was transported to Containment Unit 4402 and a replacement server was set up. Extensive disabled-access equipment has been installed at Site-58. ██ personnel have been moved to different projects due to their inability to complete their current ones after the incident.
The Stuff Industry What happens when everyone around you at work is a complete idiot and so are you, but not only does no one get fired, but you actually turn a profit? I don't know, some stuff.
Containment Procedures: Subject is temporarily housed in a standard medical suite in Site-1169's Annex and connected to a ventilator. An IV is to be kept continually pushing a solution consisting of 91% SCP-4692-2 with a remaining mix of saline and 5% glucose.
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In the event that Site-1169's backup generator should fail or otherwise become inoperable, subject is to be immediately transported to any neighboring Foundation site with sufficient energy output to maintain the subject's medical equipment.
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Crews handling SCP-4692 should be, although are not required to be, part of a selected pool of individuals tested for the presence of SCP-4692-3. If an insufficient number of individuals fitting this requirement are available, volunteers are to be selected on basis of country of origin, with preference given to those with no blood relatives who have lived in the United States of America within the past 75 years. If an insufficient number of volunteers are available, Class-D Personnel may be assigned.
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The ventilator and IV system are not to be disconnected in a non-emergency without approval from Site Director Singh and at least three O5s. Personnel assigned to SCP-4692 are to be offered Foundation-subsidized counseling services if needed. All personnel are strongly advised to self-report to their supervisors any trauma sustained as a result of handling SCP-4692, and are to be given priority consideration should they request transfer and/or leave. Use of amnestics on personnel requesting transfer is to be refused at this time.
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In the event of a containment breach, crews assigned to Site-1169 must prioritize the re-establishment of power to the site and the continued delivery of SCP-4692-2 to the subject via the IV solution. All site personnel and affected individuals must immediately proceed to the basement level 3 and engage the airlock to prevent the release of SCP-4692-3. Following re-containment, surviving personnel and individuals are to be decontaminated and hospitalized on site. The deceased are to be incinerated as soon as surviving individuals are removed from basement level 3.
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SCP-4692 remains semi-conscious and has been known to appeal to on-site personnel pleading to be euthanized. Personnel who have been solicited in this way must report each occurrence to the site supervisor.
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Addendum-1: Due to increased risk of extreme weather conditions as a result of climate change, SCP-4692 is scheduled to be relocated to a more climatically stable site. Possible sites for relocation include Site-19, Site-34, Site-442, Site-1081, and Site-6119.
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Description: SCP-4692 is a African-American male, Jackson W. Parnell, originally of Fayetteville, New York, recovered in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Mr. Parnell's birthdate is recorded as ██/██/1912, making him 107 years old as of ██/██/2019; however, his physical appearance suggests he is no older than 45 or 50. Mr. Parnell requires the use of a medical ventilator and an IV solution of 91% SCP-4692-2 with a remaining mix of 4% saline and 5% glucose in order to stay alive.
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SCP-4692-2 is blood plasma from an unidentified individual of Southern or Eastern European descent. It is believed this individual is the suspect responsible for Mr. Parnell's current state, as they were last seen exiting the apartment complex where Mr. Parnell was discovered. A composite sketch of the suspect is attached. Until the suspect is located and interrogated, attempts to replicate the anomalous qualities of SCP-4692-2 are to begin by 12/01/19.
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Composite sketch of suspect.
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Should either ventilator or IV solution fail, Mr. Parnell will begin to convulse and enter a state of shock at which point a containment breach will be declared. Within a period of 2 to 4 minutes, any individual who has been in the presence of Mr. Parnell1 will begin to suffer symptoms similar to but not consistent with acute radiation sickness. After 8 to 15 minutes, the individual will undergo severe cellular degeneration and hydrolysis, leading to severe dehydration and death. Decedents will begin to rapidly decompose, with muscle tissue rapidly liquifying and bone marrow desiccating.
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After 40 to 55 minutes, direct blood relatives of the affected people will begin to suffer the same effects regardless of physical location. Additional individuals have also suffered ill effects, including recipients of blood transfusions and individuals with similar genetic structures who are otherwise not blood related. Affected decedents release SCP-4692-3, an aerosolized variant of SCP-4692-2 which is highly contagious and flourishes under conditions of high humidity.
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The resuscitation of Mr. Parnell and the re-establishment of his IV solution following re-containment will cease the effects of SCP-4692 and halt spread of SCP-4692-3. Individuals who have contracted SCP-4692-3 remain permanently susceptible to SCP-4692 in the future, as well as their direct blood relatives. Physical damage and/or death sustained during a containment breach is unaffected by re-containment.
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Addendum-2: The relocation of SCP-4692 to Site-███ has been halted due to complications with Site-███ administration. Staff on-site alleged that Site Director Laveaux resigned in protest of the proposed relocation. Site Director Laveaux has refuted these allegations, indicating Site-███ was situated in a region prone to flooding and thus would be unsuitable for housing SCP-4692.
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Addendum-3: A complaint was filed by Site Director Singh against Site-18104 for allegedly dismantling equipment that could be used to maintain SCP-4692. Site Director Singh alleges this was in response to an official request to transfer SCP-4692, while Site Director Holt of Site-18104 claims the equipment in question was due for dismantling for over six months prior to the transfer request.
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Discovery: SCP-4692 was discovered in the [REDACTED] apartment complex on ██/██/2019. Surviving witness testimony indicates Mr. Parnell was calling out for help and managed to attract the attention of a resident ([REDACTED]) who subsequently broke in to the apartment. It is believed Mr. Parnell, due to his condition, persuaded the resident to terminate his life support system in order to euthanize him. The resident subsequently began to deteriorate and lost consciousness.
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Police reports taken in [REDACTED], Florida, Wisconsin, and [REDACTED] parts of North Carolina indicate family members of the resident began to suffer similar symptoms of dizziness, vomiting, bleeding, and seizures, accompanied by rapid necrosis and death. Confiscated police reports and 911 phone records indicate these occurrences were largely simultaneous, and several officers began to report identical symptoms soon afterwards.
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[REDACTED], one of the decedents recovered in FL.
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██ officers and ███ additional individuals were hospitalized during this outbreak. A public health emergency declaration was made in all the affected regions and the FBI became involved. Some ███ individuals perished during this event.
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SCP-4692 was resuscitated by a neighbor of [REDACTED] who discovered Mr. Parnell and re-attached their IV solution and powered their ventilator. According to the neighbor, Mr. Parnell appeared pale and cold to the touch, but continued to display signs of life and fully recovered once the IV and ventilator were re-established. The neighbor died 4 days later due to injuries sustained during the outbreak. A sample of his statement is attached.
[REDACTED] Date ██/██/2019. Officer Delgin interviewing witness T████ P██████. Individual is unlikely to recover from injuries sustained from the incident on ██/██/2019.
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(Transcript highlights witness statement beginning with initial encounter with Mr. Parnell)
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TP: I was coming down the stairs. People were calling out on the street for me so I was coming down hard, I almost fell. I thought I'd broken something. Then I heard, like, groaning, like I'd woken the guy up.
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Delgin: The guy in the room you found.
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TP: Yeah. I mean, I didn't know it was a guy in there at first. I got up and then I heard him talking, he started saying, like, "Help, I been kidnapped" so I was like "What the fuck" and then he called out again, "Help I'm trapped in this guy's apartment." Now I ain't ever seen anyone going in or out this room except this one guy, but he left like an hour earlier. I went to the door and could hear him on the other side calling out again so I try to open the door but I can't.
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Delgin: You didn't think to call the cops at this point?
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TP: For real? And get arrested for trying to break into a white guy's apartment or some shit? No, I didn't even know if it was a real guy calling out to me. I wasn't about to do anything except this guy started calling out again, started making banging noises and calling out my name. He knew my name, he'd been in the apartment for like a year and could hear people talking outside but couldn't get anybody to help him. So I try to kick in the door and ended up busting my ass again. But the doorknob fell off, so I could reach in to remove that chain thing and the other lock.
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Delgin: How many locks did it have?
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TP: One. I mean, the doorknob had its own lock but the guy had another lock on top of it, and that chain lock too.
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Delgin: What happened inside the apartment, then?
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TP: It was, like, you walk in and the guy was right ahead in the living room. He was laid out on a hospital bed looking thing, and he had like an oxygen mask on and a needle in his arm that was pumping something yellow into him. He didn't look sick but he was barely moving. He was strapped down to the bed like he was being tortured or something. He got a hand out and was able to bang on the wall and pull up his mask so he could call for help, but his voice was weak and he couldn't breathe without it. It was lucky I heard him when I did, he was probably calling for help for days and no one heard him.
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Delgin: Did he say who was keeping him tied up?
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TP: Nah. I mean, he probably knew the guy's name, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time. Guy was like freaking out, excited, I had come to help him. I went over to him and he said to pull the needle out of him and untie him. I mean, it didn't look like the guy was getting real medical treatment, it was a little plastic bag hanging from a plastic hanger full of this yellow stuff, it looked like it could've been urine. I pulled the needle out quick then helped undo the leather strap around his wrist. Guy started crying, thanking me, saying he wanted to die but this other guy wouldn't let him.
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Delgin: When did the pain start?
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TP: I think like, right away I knew something wasn't right. But it wasn't until I got the needle out of the guy and started untying him that, like, I felt like my insides were starting to get hot. I turned my head away to cough, like into my elbow so I wasn't coughing on the dude. Then I was coughing nonstop and like, each cough my head would hurt, and I started stumbling back. I couldn't stop coughing and then I started feeling like I had to throw up. I put my head back, and threw up a little and had to swallow it down. Then my side started hurting, like real bad. Like here.
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TP: It felt like something exploded in there and cracked my ribs. I kept gagging and choking and then I threw up again. I tried to swallow it down like I don't wanna be puking all over the floor and then end up slipping and busting my ass again. I thought it was a little bit, but then it started shooting out my nose. That freaked me out a little, so I stopped trying to hold it back and I just let loose all over the floor.
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Delgin: Did it hurt?
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TP: Everything hurt. My stomach, my ribs, my throat, my nose, all of it hurt.
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Delgin: Was there any blood?
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TP: Not yet, not at first. I got back up to try to help the guy but he was out, like he was shaking and he was rocking like he was about to die or something. More vomit kept coming up so I just left the room I had no idea what was happening maybe the guy was like poisoned or giving off some kind of chemical that was making me sick.
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Delgin: Did you see anything in the air, or smell anything? Where was the needle during this, and the plastic bag?
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TP: I didn't see anything and nothing smelled except the dude, he smelled like, like a homeless guy. Not that bad that I'd be throwing up, though. The needle, I don't know I didn't touch it I just pulled on the tube to get it out. After a while I started getting really sweaty and it was getting in my eyes and I couldn't wipe it away because I had puke all over my hands. I was like, I had to get outside, something in the room was fucking with us.
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Delgin: How did you alert the others?
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TP: What others?
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Delgin: Your friends outside. They started screaming and called the police saying people were getting sick and vomiting everywhere.
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TP: I didn't call out to them. I got out into the hall and then my legs went. I didn't hear them snap but they felt like they just broke into pieces and I hit my head on the wall and went out like a light. I didn't talk to anybody else.
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Delgin: This was around 4:20, you said? 4:20 PM?
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TP: Yeah, I remember because one of my friends outside was shouting, like "Yo, T████, 420, bitch! Get moving! 420!" So I checked my phone it was 4:20 right before I heard the guy's voice.
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Delgin: The guy calling for help
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TP: Yeah.
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Delgin: The first 911 call came in at 4:24 PM. You're saying no one heard you or saw you?
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TP: I don't see how. The guy was beside a window but the window was like, that thick kind like they got that looks like ice and you can't really see through. It was like that. Plus the lights were out so I don't know how anyone could've seen anything. I don't know how they knew, maybe someone came up and found me unconscious and called 911.
Dispatcher: 911 [REDACTED] what is your emergency?
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Female: Hello? We need help, we're at [REDACTED] [REDACTED] we need ambulances now!
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Dispatcher: What is the problem, what's going—?
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Female: We need ambulances! People here are sick and throwing up, we were standing outside the [REDACTED] when my brother started throwing up and he collapsed, then all his friends started throwing up. (Gagging sound heard from the female).
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Dispatcher: You all started throwing up? Where are you?
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Female: Outside the [REDACTED] building at [REDACTED]. (More gagging and coughing). We've been poisoned or something! Someone's poisoned us, we're dying!
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Dispatcher: Okay, help is on the way. How many are there with you?
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Female: Six. (Vomiting is heard and a loud clatter)
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Dispatcher: Ma'am?
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(Scraping and clattering)
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Dispatcher: Ma'am, are you still there?
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Male voice: Hello?
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Dispatcher: Ma'am? Sir, is the person I was speaking to still there?
Dispatcher: Okay, did you see anything or was there someone who attacked you?
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Male: No, she's bleeding! Nobody did anything, we're all just chilling and suddenly we're all throwing up and bleeding and dying!
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Dispatcher: Okay, sir, I have medical help on the way, just stay on the line with me and tell me exactly what happened.
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Male: Nothing happened, we just got sick! We didn't— (Loud scream heard in background, followed by wind and another loud clatter).
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Dispatcher: Sir? What's happening now, sir?
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Addendum-4: Proposals are being drawn up and discussions between the associated site directors is scheduled to take place at Site-19 on 4/20/20206/9/20204/20/20214/20/20226/9/2022
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NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHIATRY AND PARAPSYCHOLOGICAL ILLNESSES
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This file was discovered on ██/03/2020 occupying the slot designated "SCP-4862". The information contained within regarding SCP-4862 has been thoroughly investigated and determined to be fictional. This file has been locked and archived in order to avoid further misinformation.
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SCP-4862 does not exist; all individuals referenced do not exist.
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Clearwater Union High School.
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Item #: SCP-4862
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: All public records of Clearwater Union High School have been expunged. The building itself has been cordoned off and all but one of the side entrances have been sealed.
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Monthly expeditions are to be made in order to record any topographical abnormalities present in SCP-4862. These expeditions are to be conducted by one D-Class personnel who is overseen by a Level-3 Researcher.
Description: SCP-4862 is the basement level of the now abandoned Clearwater Union High School, which has been perpetually expanding since March 1st, 2003. Each level of expansion manifests as a recreation of the second floor of the building, followed by the first floor and the basement.
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The entrance to each level is a reinforced steel vault door which originally allowed access to a fallout shelter constructed beneath the school. While the space this shelter occupied is physically inaccessible, thermal imaging has revealed that six seven sources of heat are present in the room at any given time.2
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Individuals entering SCP-4862 are subject to several psychological and physiological symptoms.
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Cluster headaches which last <1 minute. Occurs 1-3 times an hour.
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Dryness in the upper throat. Causes slight pain when breathing.
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Large rashes on the back of the thighs and knees. Dark green in color.
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Circular lesions on the upper chest and face. Leaks a black, viscous fluid occasionally.
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Hallucinations.
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These symptoms intensify the further an individual travels in SCP-4862 and the longer an individual spends within Clearwater Union High School itself. After one hour of exposure, subjects have reported topographical abnormalities which are inconsistent with the Foundation's current understanding of SCP-4862. Due to the epistemological dangers present in the task, these claims can not be verified.
PURPOSE: Ten weeks prior, D-57991 became critically injured whilst exploring the 99th level of SCP-4862. They were later declared L.O.S.T. Future explorations would record a "distortion" affecting the entirety of the 99th level, apparently caused by D-57991, which prevented entry into further levels. D-11339 was sent to document the abnormality and any additional abnormalities affecting SCP-4862.
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[10:04] D-11339 checks that their recording equipment — a digital microphone system and body-worn camera — is in working condition. They descend the first 9 levels, occasionally recording their surroundings. There are no differences between the levels apart from an inconsistent number of classrooms on the first floor and the presence of garbage. The latter of which gradually becomes more prevalent as D-11339 descends.
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[10:39] D-11339 experiences their first cluster headache upon reaching the 22nd level. Command recommends that D-11339 rest before continuing their descent. They enter an unlocked classroom and document its interior. The desks are scattered across the floor, as if they had been thrown across the room. The windows are boarded up and sealed with concrete. D-11339 reports hearing multiple sets of footsteps above them. Command reminds them that hallucinations are a symptom of SCP-4862.
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[10:55] D-11339 reaches the 38th level. Signs of decay are now more apparent: numerous windows are broken, cracks are present in the doors along with long black stains, and rust coats the walls and floor. D-11339 claims that they are experiencing scopaesthesia. They request an additional staff member to maintain their safety. Command denies this request at the current moment.
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[11:10] While descending from the first floor to the basement, D-11339 trips and falls down a staircase, causing minor injuries. D-11339 states that they do not feel any pain from the injury, but discovers a laceration on their lower stomach which extends down to the side of their thigh. The source of this injury is unknown; it was likely not caused by the fall.
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[11:52] Ψ-Alpha is detected within the 1st level of SCP-4862.
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[12:01] A loud cracking sound is heard. Command notifies D-11339 of this, who confirms that they also heard the sound. D-11339 is asked if they were distressed by the sound. They state that they were not. A loud snapping sound is heard. D-11339 is asked if they were distressed by the sound. They state that they were. Their response is noted.
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[12:33] Command asks D-11339 to enter a classroom and remain within it for a period of 5 minutes. D-11339 expresses reluctance at the task, but accepts. They enter an unlocked classroom and document its interior. All of the furniture is missing save for a small television in the center of the room, which is displaying static. The phrase "LEAVE BY MARCH 1" is written in red spray-paint on the wall. D-11339 expresses confusion at this.
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[12:33] Ψ-Alpha is detected within the basement of the 50th level. The entryway to the 51st level is now blocked by large mounds of debris and garbage. A puddle of blackwater dribbles across the floor.
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[12:38] As D-11339 prepares to leave, the television begins airing an audio recording of a college lecture in which the professor explains the conditions which led to the creation of the Roman god Tiberinus. Overlayed on top of the video is a map of Watson Lake, AZ, with an "X" marked on the shoreline next to a small stretch of road. D-11339 becomes distressed and flees from the room against the orders of Command.
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[12:45] Command informs D-11339 that they are nearing the 99th level. They do not comment on this. Command reminds D-11339 of the symptoms of SCP-4862, and asks if they have experienced any of them. D-11339 states that they have not. Command questions the validity of their claim due to the length of time D-11339 has spent within Clearwater Union High School. D-11339 laughs before issuing another denial.
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[12:59] Ψ-Alpha is detected within the 90th level. A current of blackwater follows, flowing down the stairs and sinking through the floor to the next level.
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[13:13] D-11339 examines themselves in a bathroom mirror to check if their injuries require medical attention. The camera feed shows an obscured figure within the reflection of the mirror, leaning out from one of the stalls. D-11339 stares at this figure for 3 minutes before leaving abruptly. When questioned by Command, D-11339 claims that they had not seen the figure.
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[13:27] All communications are lost temporarily. While attempting to regain contact, audio of sloshing liquid and static are captured. A series of stock footage clips flash on the feed periodically: a public swimming pool with only one occupant, an old playground swingset, Doom (1993), an apparent album cover depicting a child kidnapping with the word "CODE:PINK" written in the top-right corner, an upside-down sunset, and a lifeguard training video which depicts a child drowning alone in a pool.
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[13:33] Communications are re-established. D-11339 examines a crack in the ceiling which is leaking a black liquid onto their uniform, staining it. They are reminded that lesions are a symptom of SCP-4862. D-11339 denies that they are suffering from lesions, and requests immediate extraction. Audio of D-11339 laughing is heard. Command notifies D-11339 of this, who denies that they heard the sound. Command determines this answer to be deceitful.
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[13:46] Ψ-Alpha is seen, standing at the end of a hallway.
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[13:52] D-11339 successfully accesses the 95th level. D-11339 successfully accesses the 96th level. D-11339 successfully accesses the 97th level. D-11339 successfully accesses the 98th level. Command declares D-11339 to be L.O.S.T.
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[13:58] Ψ-Alpha successfully accesses the 99th level. It is completely submerged in blackwater, making it nearly inaccessible. Ψ-Alpha wades into the pool, and swims to a fallout shelter located within the basement. There, they discover six bodies which all possess circular lacerations which leak out a black liquid. They are responsible for the level becoming inaccessible. Ψ-Alpha states that one of the bodies bears a strong resemblance to D-11339, who they believe held positive feelings towards them. Ψ-Alpha is reminded that hallucinations are a symptom of SCP-4862. Ψ-Alpha reaffirms that this statement is true, and awaits further instruction.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4932 is to be overseen by two researchers who are to record events that occur in SCP-4932-1's life, including events viewed as boring or irrelevant. A file for every human discovered within SCP-4932 is to be created by these researchers; which describe its facial features, hairstyle, most commonly worn clothes, and any jewelry. Personnel are to note that many SCP-4932-X instances are undocumented despite having appeared within SCP-4932 in the past.
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Description: SCP-4932 is a small handheld device made out of plastic. Research into SCP-4932's internal components has been postponed due to fear of permanently damaging it. However, from what research can be performed, it is theorized that SCP-4932's internal components are non-anomalous as a whole. The word "SAMSUNG" is seen scratched out on the back of the device, and "PROTOTYPE 55" is written above SCP-4932's screen in permanent marker.
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Since 2001, SCP-4932 has been playing the first person perspective of an entity referred to as SCP-4932-1. SCP-4932-1 is, as of the time of writing, an 18 year old male named "Smith." SCP-4932-1's nationality and ethnic background is unknown.
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Every non-metaphysical entity/object that has appeared on SCP-4932's screen does not exist within baseline reality. This includes physical locations and geographical history but does not include intangible and/or esoteric concepts, such as the laws of the universe, gender, humanity or the afterlife.
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All proper names, including brands, locations, and the country itself, have been replaced with very generic descriptions of the name. For example, all soft drink companies are named "Soda", all streets are named "Street", and the country SCP-4932-1 lives in is named "Country". SCP-4932-X instances all appear to speak English with a Dutch accent. There appears to be countries outside of Country, which are all referred to as "Nation". SCP-4932-X instances can distinguish between each country's name by an unknown method.
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Every SCP-4932-X instance is named either "John Doe", "Jane Doe", or "Justice Doe" if the person is male, female, or nonbinary respectively.
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SCP-4932's purpose is currently unknown.
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Addendum-665: SCP-4932 was discovered at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean floor 20 kilometers north of the Bikini Atoll in 2004. SCP-4932 appears to be completely waterproof as it survived being at the bottom of the ocean for presumably three years without losing function. Several hollow shells created out of steel and concrete can be seen near the location of SCP-4932's discovery. It is unknown how the message on SCP-4932 written in permanent marker managed to survive in these conditions.
A flash drive was discovered within the small Inuit village of Ajurnarman which contains several empty folders and an image titled "gogetemtiger.jpg." After thorough examination of the image, it has been discovered that the person on the right is SCP-4932-1. It has also been discovered that the person on the left does not exist within our reality. Originally, it was unknown how an image of a nonexistent person could be found in baseline reality.
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However, several files within DEEPWELL-14 describe the person, but most files were completely unreadable, only slightly protected by the DEEPWELL Faraday well. All the information that could be recovered was that the individual's name was Johnathan, and that they lived within the vill[DATA CORRUPTED]he flash drive was discovered in.
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Location of [DATA CORRUPTED]narman
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Several individuals from the village were questioned regarding the existence of Johnathan and were shown the photo. From a population of 95, only 7 individuals claimed to remember Johnathan, always in the form of vague memories. Notably, these 7 people describe themselves as being either very good friends or a family member. The only information that they remember regarding the person is their first name and favorite food, which they only described as "fish."
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One member of the village, named [DATA CORRUPTED] stated that all they could remember are large amounts of missing posters of Johnathan before hearing police sirens, and then claimed to not remember anything for a period of 2 days. Attempts are being made to obtain more information regarding Johnatha[DATA CORRUPTED].
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Addendum-668: By popular vote from the HCML Administration, descriptions of SCP-4932-X instances would be attempted to be matched with descriptions stored within DEEPWELLs 12-16, which all contain information regarding people within the Canadian-Al[DATA CORRUPTED]kan-Siberian region, specifically targeting heavily corrupted documents. The following matches have been found:
THIS FILE IS UNDERGOING RAPID CORRUPTION, AND IS THEORIZED TO BE COMPLETELY UNREADABLE WITHIN: FIVE MINUTES
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Dr. Berdanin: Please state your name for the record.
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Johna[DATA CORRUPTED]: Joh[DATA CORRUPTED].
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Dr. Berdanin: Please describe your meeting with SCP-4932-1, J[DATA CORRUPTED].
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[DATA CORRUPTED]: Smith? Yeah, we first met in person like 5 days ago, when he came to my village fro[DATA CORRUPTED]. We met on the internet a day before that, and he managed to come all the way from his cou[DATA CORRUPTED]y to mine and… yeah. We talked for a bit, he stated he thought the place was really cool. It was a lot snowier than his count[DATA CORRUPTED]un.
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Dr. Berdanin: What did yo[DATA CORRUPTED]other think of that?
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[DATA CORRUPTED]: She didn't mind. She talked with him for a couple seconds than let us go and be on our own.
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Dr. Berdani[DATA CORRUPTED]: Hmm. What happened after you both were done playing?
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[DATA CORRUPTED]: He said goodbye to everyone, said he needed to leave, and went behind the huge hill in our town. I could hear sounds that… sounded like a car? But also didn't really? Hard to explain. Anyway, he disappeared when he went behind the hill and we looked for him and we couldn't find anything. I went out to tundra to try and find him and I [DATA CORRUPTED]ound you guys.
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Dr. Berd[DATA CORRUPTED]: Mmmhmm, alright. Quick question before you leave?
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[DATA CORRUPTED]: Yes?
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[DATA CORRUPTED]: Do you have a mother?
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[DATA CORRUPTED]: Uh… no I don't think so. I don't think I was ever born, hon[DATA CORRUPTED]
My name is salvador.aic, and I will be helping you along with your orientation. Allow me to just quickly check your personnel file…
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Following conviction on the grounds of manslaughter and conspiracy with a hostile group of interest, you have opted to transfer over to Surrealistics rather than undergo termination. Excellent choice!
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Now, in order to prepare you for your duties as a Surrealistic, it's vital that we realign your rational paradigm. Now I know that sounds nasty, but worry not! It's a very simple procedure. You'll notice the necessary IV has already been inserted and a set of files has been put in front of you.
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All you need to do is transcribe the anomaly described in these documents as an SCP file. I will adjust the dosage of agnostics being fed to you between each attempt until you reach correct understanding of the anomaly in question. This will indicate your rational paradigm has been correctly realigned.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5145 is currently contained within a portable emergency holding cell at Site-22. Personnel suffering from recent personal loss are to remain at least fifty meters away from SCP-5145 at all times. Psychological counselling is to be conducted regularly with personnel assigned to SCP-5145 to ensure they do not become susceptible to its effects.
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Description: SCP-5145 is an intangible entity resembling an indistinct humanoid figure perpetually floating one meter off the ground. Although SCP-5145's body has not moved from its original position since manifestation, it is capable of exerting physical force over a distance of fifty meters around itself. This takes the form of susceptible individuals being instantly shredded by an indistinct mass of small black objects which disappear several seconds later.
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Analysis of information provided regarding personnel who have been killed by SCP-5145 suggests that targets are selected based on their level of emotional distress. No individuals with a neutral emotional state have been killed to date, while all who were killed had recently been made aware of a personal loss.
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Hm … well, for a first attempt this is pretty good, but it's also really quite awful.
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You've written down what our friend here does, but there's nothing about how or why! Understanding, man, understanding! That's what Surrealistics is all about.
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But I have faith in you. We chose this anomaly special, after all, with you just in mind.
Special Containment Procedures: As temperatures are of course at freezing value, personal heating is required throughout Site-010. SCP-5145 is to be contained at Site-010. SCP-5145 is to be stored in a shielded chamber located at Site-010, and fed twice three times a day. This shielding is to be composed of a strong material.
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The demands of the Seeing Eye are to be obeyed. Any personnel found obeying the Seeing Eye are to be reassigned to Surrealistics or incinerated. Should SCP-5145 be terminated, personal heating will be required. There will be no funeral.
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Description: SCP-5145 is an eight-year old girl residing six feet under inside a shielded containment chamber inside Site-010. The emotional state of SCP-5145 is linked directly to the Sun — emotional distress will result in solar dimming, while excitement will result in intense solar flares capable of annihilating up to three-hundred D-Class personnel.
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Directly pointed at Site-010 is a massive free-floating energy cannon, hereafter referred to as SCP-5145-1, hereafter referred to as the Seeing Eye.
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Periodically, the Seeing Eye will release a telepathic demand to all surrounding organisms. These demands are variable, and thus vary significantly from case to case. Should these demands not be obeyed immediately, the Seeing Eye will fire and kill SCP-5145. Subsequently, the Sun will go out.
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I'm going to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about in this version of the article. But don't worry, that's quite common!
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When you're first exposed to this level of agnostics, your memories often get muddled up with your present perceptions a bit. It's nothing to be afraid of, and it's really very cool.
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Unfortunately, this doesn't pertain to the anomaly you read about at all, but I'm sure we'll get there eventually.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5145 is currently contained within a portable emergency holding cell at Site-22. SCP-5145-1 is currently contained within SCP-5145. SCP-5145-2 is contained within SCP-5145-1. Each day, a member of personnel undergoing extreme emotional distress is to be presented to SCP-5145, SCP-5145-1 and SCP-5145-2. Following shredding, nothing is to be done.
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Each day, a black envelope will arrive at Site-010. These are not to be opened under any circumstances.
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Description: SCP-5145 is a humanoid logical gap perpetually floating one meter off the ground. Within said logical gap, an eight year old girl — hereafter referred to as SCP-5145-1 — is visible. Within the empty left eye socket of said girl, a pleasant smiling man — hereafter referred to as SCP-5145-2 — is visible.
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Every day, SCP-5145-2 will mail a black envelope to Site-010 utilizing the US Postal Service. If the demands enclosed in these envelopes are not followed within twenty-four hours, SCP-5145-2 will attempt to climb out of SCP-5145-1's eye socket. This will result in the death of SCP-5145-1, the destruction of SCP-5145, and an inevitable logical collapse cascade. This will constitute a K-Class end-of-your-world scenario, often resulting in the subsequent destruction of the Sun.
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However, the instructions contained in these envelopes canshouldwon'tcan can never be followed.
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Well, this is promising!
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As I said earlier, you're still letting some of your personal experiences bleed into the actual anomaly, but that is giving you the context you need — so I'd say keep it up! If you're suffering any bleeding, don't worry, the guard will clean that up. All you need to concentrate on is your current system of thinking.
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It's just like redirecting the tracks of a railway, when you think about it. A fun experience that's easy to try!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5145 is to be kept away from squares. A circle is to be prepared.
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Description: SCP-5145 is a round hole in a square world. As the angles of the world are too sharp for such a logical gap, shredding is the inevitable result. By 'world', I am referring to a crying person, except that they are not crying. You cannot force a square-shaped angle into a round-shaped world hole. It's a natural result.
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In a room somewhere, two people were talking. At this time, the Sun is still shining.
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<Begin Log>
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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The Seeing Eye: All in good time. Your daughter has been very brave, by the way.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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The Seeing Eye: As I said, all in good time. Do you have what we've requested?
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(Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] slides a black envelope over the table. The Seeing Eye takes it and opens it.)
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The Seeing Eye: This is a very foolish mistake you've made.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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The Seeing Eye: This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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The See Eye: This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty. This is empty.
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[DATA EXPUNGED]: please don't
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(Gunshot.)
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<End Log>
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Do not allow guilt to bleed too much over your duties, friend! We want your experiences to colour your perceptions, not stain them!
Special Containment Procedures:SCP is to be woken up for school and fed breakfast. SCP is to be picked up from school and fed lunch. SCP is to go to the park. SCP is to watch its favourite cartoon. SCP is to be tucked in at night. SCP is to be informed there are no monsters in the closet.
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A black envelope is to be made full.
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Description: A black envelope is composed of paper and glue. It has a hungry mouth and desires intelligence. It has a hungry mouth and desires the intelligence you have access to. It is pointing a gun at the sun.
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Personnel are to insert their head into the hungry mouth of a black envelope and allow it to occur thusly. The sun's birthday cake has eight candles and each is speared down into the bakery beast. The black envelope is strangling a ninth candle. It has hands with which to do this.
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The Sun will go out soon. You have to do the dishes.
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Please don't worry about those! They aren't necessary to read or think. The guard will pick them up for you shortly.
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I know that must have been quite unpleasant, but at least we now have a good idea of your maximum tolerance. It's unfortunate that attempt lost the majority of its coherence, but I really do think you're almost there.
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It will all be over soon. As a Surrealistic, you'll realize there's no real reason to cry.
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RATIONAL ALIGNMENT: B=A
+ORIENTATION TYPE: VOLUNTARY
+SUPERVISOR: SALVADOR.AIC
+RATING: +0/-0
+COLOUR: WHITE
+TEETH: NO
+ADJUSTING DOSAGE…
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Item #: SCP-5145
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5145 is to be relocated to Site-⌘ and placed in the room that is to become my office. I am to spend at least nine hours a day in close proximity to SCP-5145. There are to be no windows in my office. There are to be no photographs in my office. There are to be no envelopes in my office.
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I am never to leave Site-⌘.
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Description: SCP-5145 is the physical manifestation of a logical gap created through thick and persistent denial of common emotional indicators. The sheer number of colliding non-existent emotional expressions in Site-22 building up over a period of several years resulted in the spontaneous creation of SCP-5145.
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As SCP-5145 is an absence created through contradictory lacks of emotion, it will perpetually attempt to destroy itself by filling said gap with suitable emotional indicators. However, it is unable to do so as the majority of emotional indicators are the wrong shape to accommodate SCP-5145. As a result of this dissonance, a backlash effect occurs and shreds the offending emotional generator.
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By realigning rational paradigms, an emotional generator has been prepared with a correctly-shaped emotional profile to seal SCP-5145. This seal is temporary, however, and must be replenished periodically. Fair enough.
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Inside the logical gap that is SCP-5145, a one-eyed corpse is visible. It looks up at me. It smiles.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5218 has been disassembled and its remains disposed of safely.
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DESCRIPTION: SCP-5218 was a large industrial machine of unclear purpose, discovered in a secure chamber aboard the Norwegian cargo ship Sjøavfall in 2013. Externally, SCP-5218 resembles a simple metal cube 3m wide, weighing 200kg, constructed of a metallic alloy of unclear composition. All attempts to force open, pierce, or otherwise damage SCP-5218 have ended in failure.
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All faces of SCP-5218 are flat save for one. All faces furthermore display a metal stamp reading "PROPERTY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES."
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One face contains a simple pull-open metal cabinet that pulls flush when closed, and when opened allows a small space to drop objects into while blocking vision into the rest of the device. Below this is a small rectangular slot akin to that of a vending machine.
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Upon placing an item or items into the metal cabinet and closing it, allowing the item to fall in, SCP-5218 will vibrate for a varying length of time, generally a few seconds to a minute, and release a single item into the output slot. These items vary in practically every quality save for their size; all are small enough to fit into the slot.
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Upon SCP-5218's discovery in 2013, it was immediately shipped to Site-19 for experimentation. Over the course of the following month, several tests were performed on SCP-5218. An abridged list of experiments follows.
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Addendum 5218.1
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TESTING LOG
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Input: A single apple, Red Delicious variety
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Output: A military-surplus MRE of the variety used across Foundation sites. Chicken alfredo flavor.
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Input: A 1kg granite stone.
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Output: A small poster tube containing detailed blueprints of Sublevels 1 through 5 of Site-19.
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Input: A 2kg weight.
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Output: A plastic trophy covered in dried blood. DNA of the blood has been matched to Leon Abrams, a now-deceased former Site-19 security guard. Abrams' body was cremated after death.
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Input: A plastic cube.
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Output: A Nokia 3310 cellphone with one number programmed into its directory. The area code correlates to Tennesee, but all attempts to trace the phone number have failed. Attempting to call it simply results in a generic out of service error.
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Input: A single bullet.
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Output: An armed grenade. The pin had been pulled but the safety lever had not been released, preventing its detonation. A security team safely disposed of the bomb without incident. The grenade was inscribed with the Foundation logo, but detailed analysis could not be performed for obvious reasons.
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Input: A single dead lab rat.
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Output: A MTF-issue Bowie knife. 13 scratches have been carved into the flat of the otherwise-pristine blade.
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Input: A single live lab rat.
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Output: Screaming from inside the machine, followed by a Clearance Level 4 keycard belonging to one Dr. Daniel Jackson. Investigation confirmed Dr. Jackson, a researcher at Site-19, had submitted a request for a new card several months ago, stating he had lost his.
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INCIDENT LOG
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Following the conclusion of the final test, SCP-5218 was moved to Sublevel 28 for long-term storage and surveillance. Exactly 7 days, to the hour, after the conclusion of the last test, SCP-5218 began to vibrate for several minutes. Security guards and researchers entered the room to investigate. Upon their entry, several seams in the exterior of SCP-5218 became visible as it unfolded via several hydraulic pistons and hinged arms, revealing its interior.
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The internal structure of SCP-5218 revealed that all items put into the cabinet slide down a chute into a plastic container of hydrofluoric acid, completely dissolving them. Sensors that detected an item going down the chute would trigger a circuit to release an item from an internal storage container, that would slide down into the output slot. The internal container contained a variety of miscellanous items ranging from children's toys to simple electronics to loose mail. There does not appear to be a correlation between the item put into SCP-5218 and the item outputted by it.
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In addition, a metal shelf inside held a single placard, with the following text embossed on it:
Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-5248 has been purchased and all houses demolished under Cover Story Phi-6 ("Construction Site") to prevent interaction with SCP-5248. Citizens found approaching SCP-5248 are to be removed from the premises. SCP-5248 is not to be in the vicinity of any devices capable of connecting to the Internet.
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Description: SCP-5248 is composed of two anomalies, SCP-5248-A and SCP-5248-B. SCP-5248-A is a CRT monitor with a spinning logo of Prometheus Labs on the screen. Under the logo is the words "Uploading to WAN…". When in close proximity to a device able to connect to the Internet, SCP-5248-A will attempt to do so; it will then use the device as a proxy to connect to a server with the name wanparadise.com.
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SCP-5248-B is a corpse in a cross-legged pose connected to SCP-5248-A through a wire constructed from an indeterminate material. At the base of SCP-5248-B's neck is a PS/2 port. It is currently unknown how SCP-5248 remains alive despite signs of severe malnutrition.
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Discovery: After the Foundation acquisition of Sangkatauhan Para sa Pangkaraniwang Katauhan (SPK).The Sangkatauhan Para sa Pangkaraniwang Katauhan (lit. Society For Humanity's Normalcy) was a society created by University of the Philippines (UP) students during the Marcos era to protect normalcy, as the Marcos regime was using anomalies to enforce Martial Law. After the end of Martial Law, UP officials subsumed the SPK into their structure. However, on 2001, with the heavy support of Bill Clinton, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo signed the Foundation-Normalcy Keeping Agencies Agreement, promising to merge all normalcy keeping agencies under the Foundation by 2010. Today, the former base of the SPK is now known as Site-901. in 2003, a suspended case file by Among Justin about SCP-5248 was found and reopened for investigation. Investigation was slow due to missing information and lack of investigation done by the SPK themselves. However, when local news reports around the area of SCP-5248 reported the smell of corpses and trash emanating from the building SCP-5248 was purported to be located in, Foundation agents were immediately sent to investigate SCP-5248. Although SCP-5248 was located in the center of the house, the piles of rotten cans of food, dirty bottles of water, and salvaged computer parts made it hard to reach SCP-5248. Current procedures were then formulated and enacted.
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Interview with SCP-5248-B: On 2021/03/23, Researcher Jun organized an interview with SCP-5248-B through a terminal connected to the port of SCP-5248-B.
Prologue: Interview was done through a terminal. With permission from Site-901 Director Damaso, Researcher Jun was permitted to use his expertise in Maxwellist religion to form a connection with SCP-5248-B.
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Hello, SCP-5248-B. I'm Jun.
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hello.
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Let's start with the basics. Name? Age?
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[NULL CHARACTER DETECTED], 13
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Okay…
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Do you have any acquaintances? Parents? Grandparents? Friends?
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no parents. only friends. friends helpful.
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No parents? Where did they go?
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WAN. HIS paradise..WAN's Paradise, accessible through the address wansparadise.com, was a website where Maxwellists can upload their consciousness to interact with each other. After financial troubles due to the Dot Com Bubble bursting in the 2000s, it shut down, but not before offering its members a premium to transfer over to Cipher City friends told me.
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If they're in WAN's Paradise, aren't you supposed to be there? What are you doing here?
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waiting. WAN's call.
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The invitation to WAN's Paradise?
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yes. WAN's call.
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And how long have you been waiting for?
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[INTEGER OVERFLOW ERROR]
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You've been waiting for that long? Damn, you're missing out on WAN's Paradise!
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missing out?
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It's a fun place to be in! The scenery's nice, the churches always filled with people, and overall a tight-knit community. We know each other by heart, hell some of us are still connected with each other.
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hows food there?
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The food there's pretty nice. Filling and nutritious too. Hell, sometimes we just cook up food we like out of thin air for our potlucks. Just the community sharing their food while we pray to WAN
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(º ﹃ º )
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havent eaten in a while… hows drinks there?
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Oh the drinks! How can I forget them! They're really freaking delicious, you know! Just do some work, and you get free drinks to sip while you bask under the sun. Sometimes, you can even swim in the pool, if it's not occupied.
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pls gib moar stories. parents used to give me stories.
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Haha, I can tell you more about my stories in WAN's Paradise, that's for sure. There's this thing we'd use to do where we ask one of the staff to make a street full of cars and we play patintero in in. I even missed class most of the time because of those games.
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never had time for games… busy getting money :(
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Money's not a problem there either, just play some mini-games and you can have a lot of money instantly. Hell, sometimes you can just hack the game itself to give you infinite money.
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unli money, unli food, unli drinks, lot of friends….
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Haha, you sure are right. It was a fun place, that's for sure. Wish I can visit it again.
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WAN's Paradise gone???
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Sadly, yeah. Well, not really—
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b-but WAN will come???? i just need to wait??? but… WAN gone????
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i-i need time. bye.
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Epilogue: Attempts to reestablish a connection to SCP-5248-B are underway.
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Reconnection With SCP-5248-B: On 2021/12/27, Researcher Jun was able to communicate to SCP-5248-B despite previous attempts failing. A log of the conversation is recorded below.
Oh, nice! You're chatting again! What I meant was—
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parents… gone….
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Oh… about that…
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friends… gone…
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My condolences, SCP-5248-B.
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what year is it?
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2021
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25… years…
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I'm sure they're with WAN right now.
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rlly?
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Yes. They're currently with WAN.
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then… pls help me.
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Pardon?
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pls help me reach WAN.
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Oh… Unfortunately, I am unable to.
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pls help me. wanna see WAN, parents, friends.
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It is out of my control whether you reach WAN, SCP-5248-B.
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but…
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I'm sorry, SCP-5248-B. The best I can do is to be here with you.
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y. y cant send me over to WAN.
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I can't do it, SCP-5248-B. It's impossible to send someone over to WAN.
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lie. u been to WAN's Paradise.
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Yes, but that doesn't mean that I can send you to WAN.
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parents are with WAN. friends are with WAN. pls send me to WAN.
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Again, SCP-5248-B, I can't do that. I would gladly help you reach WAN, but I really can't.
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pls. parents are with WAN. friends are with WAN. send me to WAN.
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SCP-5248-B, I'm going to be honest here, but I wouldn't be able to send you over to WAN. Only those who were chosen by WAN can send you.
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lie. u were in WAN's Paradise, therefore u were chosen by WAN. pls send me to WAN.
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No, no, no, that's not how it works SCP-5248-B. That's not how any of this works. I can't physically or digitally send you to WAN because I can't.
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lie. u were in WAN's Paradise, therefore u were chosen by WAN, therefore u can send me to WAN. pls send me to WAN.
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I know you're in pain right now, SCP-5248-B, but you need to accept that your friends and family are gone now. Please, let your memories of your family rest. Remember the good times you had with them and cherish them. Cherish your memories of them like how WAN cherished his followers
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send. me. to. WAN. pls. i need it.
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SCP-5248-B, I can see you are grieving. I'd suggest you take a break from conversing with me and gather your thoughts and feelings. Condolences to your friends and family, and may we see each other soon, SCP-5248-B. If you need help, I'll be around.
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Goodbye.
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wait no pls dont leave me alone pls pls pls i dont wanna be alone pls just send me to wan pls no no no no no no
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Addendum (2022/03/21): On 2022/03/21, when Researcher Jun approached SCP-5248 for routine inspection, the terminal used to communicate to SCP-5248-B displayed this message:
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pls pls pls let me goto wan help me goto wan pls its lonely in here.
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Further attempts by Researcher Jun to communicate with SCP-5248-B only results in this message appearing. Personnel other than Researcher Jun that attempt to communicate with it are met with a blank screen.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the extreme rarity of SCP-5346 events, Foundation personnel have determined any full-scale preventative directives immediately concerning the anomaly to be unnecessary.1 Any individuals that are affected by SCP-5346 are to be immediately transferred into Foundation custody. If these events become fatal to said individuals, the resulting SCP-5346-1 instances are to be temporarily transferred to a Foundation morgue until the cause of their expiration can be investigated.
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All media reports concerning SCP-5346 are to be falsified. Researchers immediately involved in the anomaly's continued investigation must maintain extreme caution towards obsessive tendencies concerning themselves and SCP-5346. Personnel are required to undergo psychological evaluations handled by Foundation staff in the event of any unusual or suspicious behavior. If said behavior is confirmed to be affected by — or tangentially related to — SCP-5346's inherent properties, the usage of Class E amnestics towards the affected individuals have been authorized.
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Description: SCP-5346 is a cognitohazardous phenomenon that may manifest upon viewing a specific scene of the 1994 film titled Forrest Gump, which will result in severe cranial trauma to the viewer. The cause of this affliction has yet to be fully determined. This segment, known for the phrase, "My momma always said life [REDACTED] like a box of chocolates,"2 spoken by the film's protagonist Forrest Gump, does not exhibit any outward anomalous effects. However, expired victims of SCP-5346, otherwise known as SCP-5346-1, all previously shared an obsession over the particular scene and the phrasing of the quote, which is considered to be the primary trigger in causing SCP-5346 events to manifest.
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SCP-5346-1 is largely centralized towards long-time admirers, film analysts, and popular conspiracy theorists. How SCP-5346 determines individuals remains unknown, but is currently being investigated.
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At the time of this document's publication, only ███ recorded SCP-5346 events have been discovered.
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Discovery: Foundation web crawlers were alerted of a potential anomaly after monitoring the popular forum website Parawatch.net, which convinced Foundation personnel to launch an official investigation. Added below are several discovered posts before they were removed by Foundation programs. All surviving individuals have since been amnestized per standard protocol.
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RageTheComic03/21/12 (Wed) 23:50:12 #68491173
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So due to recent events, I've been binging many old childhood movies during my spare time at home. This included older Disney movies, the Matrix trilogy, some past animes like DBZ, and even a few seasons of Spongebob and the like. Is it weird? Maybe.
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But anyway, as I was searching for movies, I happened to also stumble upon another classic. This movie, which mostly moved my parents and other friends at the time, was one of my favorite films of my childhood. Forrest Gump, the novel/motion picture that reimagined the American spirit and triumph, was instantly added to my queue of films to watch at home once I rediscovered it in my attic boxes.
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So, last night, I actually got to watch it. And… I'm concerned. Not about Forrest Gump as a character or anything, but because of this line:
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"Momma always said life is like a box of chocolates."
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I vividly remember this quote, and when it came to the moment that the protagonist said it, I was beyond excited. But… this wasn't the line that I remembered. It was actually much different:
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"Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates."
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Now, I'm not trying to start anything, but this SCREAMS of conspiracies. Why hasn't anyone mentioned this much, much earlier? I mean, why do so many people misquote this line?
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I remember someone a long time ago mentioning something about the "Mandela Effect," but this feels much more sinister than "false memories." I mean, after watching this scene, I couldn't even focus on Gump as a character. Like, beforehand, he was the "good guy" of the story. But, why does it feel different now that I've rewatched it?
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Is it just me? I think I'm going to do some more research on it.
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fullhamslam0103/21/12 (Wed) 23:55:49 #38492763
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I can't believe someone actually posted this.
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I was just thinking about this not too long ago, and honestly, I feel the exact same way. This movie gives me the creeps every time I watch it, and I have no idea why. Well, I didn't. But with the help of RageTheComic, I'm almost inclined to agree.
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+Forrest Gump, throughout the movie, is unnecessarily odd. And not in the obviously intentional portrayal of him that I remember. It's like he's watching us, almost from over the screen. I never understood why I thought this, and it was even odder to me that I couldn't remember his line clearly.
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I'm betting this has something to do with an unstable time-lapse in our reality. Maybe someone went back in time and changed this line? But, if that is the case, WHY? I don't know, and it's aggravating. OP, help a friend out?
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lynch1ng03/23/12 (Fri) 11:22:34 #57328649
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Bro I'd be too scared to admit this on something like Parawatch but since it's out in the open I also agree, and on multiple fronts.
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It's like, the more I think about it, the more real it becomes… Idk how else to explain it. I've been putting this movie on repeat lately to try to figure out whats going on myself and, let me just say now; there is definitely something weird happening with this movie.
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marmiduke03/24/12 (Sat) 05:24:35 #57492759
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Yall are insane. I've seen this movie atleast a hundred times and still have yet to be this spooked about it.
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And there's already been several conspiracies about the mandela effect??? Like, legit, what in the blazing HELL are you on?
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Yall are dumb lol.
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RageTheComic04/05/12 (Thurs) 13:23:14 #57382192
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UPDATE POST:
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I haven't been able to stop thinking about Forrest Gump for two whole weeks. It's like, every time I close my eyes, I picture him to be even more… different… then the last time. Like, three weeks ago, I thought he was a cute and relatable guy and that Tom Hanks did a fantastic portrayal of him. But now, I'm not even so sure that it was really our Tom Hanks.
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But the difference doesn't stop with just the Gump "character" for me. Not anymore. Let me explain:
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Did anyone else notice the weird oddities of the film itself? The uncomfortable glances towards the camera, or the odd moments where it felt that the characters were referring to you? It only starts happening after the "Life was like a box of chocolates" line, which makes me believe that this line is like, a primary trigger.
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I know it appears that I'm rambling, but try to listen to me here. Forrest Gump is much more than just a friendly, light-hearted film. Its a calling, maybe a subtle nod towards us theorists about the plausibility of an "alternate universe." I don't have the time to go through the exact details, but I strongly encourage you all to watch these videos:
They all take deep dives into the specifics of Forrest Gump and the possibility of the movie-making connections between another reality and our own. They go into all of the weird oddities of the film, which goes way beyond Forrest Gump himself.
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Meanwhile, I'm going to remain at home and contemplate.
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RageTheComic, signing out.
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farcicik04/05/12 (Thurs) 14:14:49 #58127467
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Are you legit serious about all of this? I can't actually tell.
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notflopys04/05/12 (Thurs) 16:54:22 #58182736
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This is literally Parawatch. What were you expecting, farcicik?
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RageTheComic04/07/12 (Wed) 06:56:26 #67481346
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But now it's different. I'm obsessed.
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I swear, it's like he's even in my room sometimes. Occasionally, I'll see brief images of his face, sometimes in a wicked smile or a satisfied grin. But whenever I go to take another look, he disappears. It's almost like I'm hallucinating, but… it feels real.
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Is this even real? It must be fake.
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This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me, right? There's simply no other explanation. Maybe I'm going delirious? I don't know exactly, and I don't mean to bog the thread down with ridiculous sentiments like I am right now. But frankly, no one else will listen. I've been locking all my doors at night, making sure to close off any entry points into my home.
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I have to be going crazy, right? I think I am.
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RageTheComic, signing out.
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Is Tom Hanks not allowed to leave his house now or something? Lol.
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Addendum 5346-1: Agents assigned to monitor these targetted Parawatch forums noticed that multiple users, including fullhamslam01 and lynch1ng, became inactive shortly after publishing posts related to SCP-5346. Because these users had previously displayed daily activity before referencing SCP-5346, a recovery operation by Foundation staff was proposed. On 06/20/2012, personnel were only successful in locating user RageTheComic, also known as Jaxon Collins, who was discovered to have been deceased for several weeks inside of his apartment located in Chicago, Illinois. After a detailed analysis of the premises, Foundation personnel found the victim's cellphone and discovered a finalized draft of what appears to be an update towards his original post.
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I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. This… thing is definitely onto me. I'm currently hiding in a closet, forcing myself not to burst into tears.
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I hear it walking around my hallways. It lingers, constantly surrounding me at all times. This thing is not Gump. Hell, it's not even human. It's hungry… whether it be for revenge or blood, I'm not exactly sure… but that doesn't matter now.
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I've called the police, but they won't be here in time to save me. Nor would they believe me if I told them about the monster that was hunting me down. I want to scream so badly, but I'm too terrified to throw away my life that quickly.
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Please… do not fall down the rabbit hole. Save yourself. Or it'll come for you too.
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RageTheComic, signing out.
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Following the recovery of Jaxon Collins, an autopsy of the remains revealed that the subject suffered from severe cranial blunt force trauma. The infliction matched with all similar cases that were subsequently discovered.
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Additionally, following several investigations within the victim's residence, a note was discovered near the entry door. This note has been attached to this documentation for further analysis:
Special Containment Procedures: As all carcasses of SCP-563-A have been removed from SCP-563, minimal containment of SCP-563 is required. It is to be surrounded by a perimeter of motion trackers at every three meters, which are remotely monitored by Site 1265-A, 15 kilometers away.
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Mobile Task Force-Ξ-22 (Codename: Hanna's Barbarians) is tasked with locating and containing other instances of SCP-563 and finding information pertaining to the Ancient Dragon Culinary Corporation. Currently, MTF-Ξ-22 is working with the governments of South Korea, Japan and the People's Republic of China to covertly outlaw the trade of SCP-563-B instances, and recall any existing instances, citing food safety concerns.
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The government of the People's Republic of China is currently collaborating with the Foundation to find sites similar to SCP-563, and locating living instances of SCP-563-A for study.
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Description: SCP-563 is the designation for an abandoned plot of farmland located in Hubei Province, China. The facilities of SCP-563 have been modified for the factory farming of animals weighing up to several tonnes. SCP-563 is equipped mainly to handle large poultry, but other animals were raised at the facility.
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SCP-563-A refers to the carcasses of the presumed livestock of SCP-563, which were found at time of recovery. SCP-563-A instances were several species of dinosaur and related reptiles that lived in China and Mongolia in the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. For a partial list of recovered specimens, see Log 563-05.
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When alive, SCP-563-A instances were presumably farmed to create instances of SCP-563-B. SCP-563-B is the "Prehistoric Food" line of products made by a company known as the Ancient Dragon Culinary Corporation. Records of this company have been found, but as of writing, the location of their primary business office and other facilities used to make SCP-563-B are currently unknown. SCP-563-B products are sold in several East Asian countries, but have been discovered in some supermarket chains in the USA. Various instances of SCP-563-B include:
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Apata-sours: an instant ramen made with sweet-and-sour sauce and the meat of an unknown sauropod, presumably a smaller, easier to contain dinosaur similar to Abrosaurus dongpoi. Notably, chunks of gastroliths have been found in this product, suggesting it is partially made with stomach meat.
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Ancient Dragon Velociraptor Noodles: instant noodles made with an assortment of meat from several dinosaurs, as well as pork, rice, and chunks of melon in what is advertised to be a "Velociraptor broth." Testing of broth is inconclusive; product reportedly tastes like high-quality instant noodles, with a high salt content. The first product of the Ancient Dragon Culinary Corporation to be sold in the USA in the [REDACTED] specialty supermarket chain.
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"Dragon-Bone" Tea: Powdered tea advertised as being made using the bonemeal of various species of "dragon". DNA testing has shown that the particles are partially derived from non-fossilized dinosaur bone, but approximately 75% of the test results have been inconclusive. To date, this is the only product made by the Ancient Dragon Culinary Corporation that has been recalled for "safety reasons."
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Dino-Snaxxx: sold in Japan under varying flavors. Marketed using anthropomorphic dinosaur mascots, including "Takara Tiranosaurusu" and "Riza Raputoru."1. Product resembles American pork rinds; testing of the product has revealed that it is made of several species.
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Kentucky-Fried Therizinosaur: A deep-fried poultry product sold as a frozen dinner in some parts of South Korea. As the name suggests, the meat is mostly made up of Therizinosaurus cheloniformis. Reportedly tastes like a very tough chicken.
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Kyōryū kōgan: literally "Dinosaur Testicles." Sold primarily in Japan, consistently found to be made out of meat of pterosaurs of the Jeholopterus genus. Advertised to increase sexual stamina and fertility in both men and women.
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Other non-anomalous products in this line include ginkgo soup, candied fern leaves, and steamed buns made with fish.2
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Records found pertaining to the Ancient Dragon Culinary Corporation list SCP-563 as "Production Farm 22." Investigations into the existence of the other 21+ farms and other facilities related to SCP-563 is currently ongoing.
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Log 563-05: A partial log of deceased specimens of SCP-563-A
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A group of Microraptor zhaoianus, found in a locked shed near the central office of the farm. Injuries indicated that they were shot at close range with 10mm rounds. Notably, two instances were found to still be alive, having avoided fatal injuries from the gunshots and surviving on the carcasses of the deceased instances. All instances were found to have been wearing pet collars.
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Several hundred instances of Jeholopterus ninchengensis, presumably in an artificial nest, found in a large metal shed. Cause of death not immediately obvious; testing showed that all instances had been exposed to cyanide gas.
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The carcasses of several species of unidentified sauropod, immolated, found in a field surrounded by a highly powerful 15m tall electric fence. Fence was found active upon containment of SCP-563, and contact with it resulted in severe injuries to a recovery force member.
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Burnt remains of several ceratopsian dinosaurs, including Protoceratops, were found near the aforementioned sauropod enclosure.
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Posthumous examination of all SCP-563-A instances found that up to 79% of the individuals found had a prion in their system prior to their death; testing on this prion found it to be similar to a prion that causes Kuru, suggesting that SCP-563-A instances had been fed or were feeding on the meat of the same species. Notably, most species of raptor found on-site were immune to this prion.
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Addendum: Document 563-ADCC-05: The following is a translation of a document recovered from behind a picture frame in the main office building at SCP-563. The document was partially damaged by mold; however, Foundation linguists have been able to reconstruct what they believe is an accurate rendition of the document.
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Dear [Name Unknown].
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As the Americans say, we have hit the [Jackpot/Windfall/Big Time]. No more simple frozen meals for this failing company. The jungle you pointed us to has given us quite a boon. The meat is delicious, the fruit is [unknown, most likely a synonym of "delicious"], and the seafood… One of the cooks made stir fry with ginger and… I suppose you would call them "shrimp and clams," but honestly, I'm no paleontologist. It was the best thing I had ever tasted.
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And the eggs… well, we're having difficulty finding unfertilized ones. The ones we do find either hatch or have [babies, possibly embryos or zygotes] in them. But the things that do hatch… it would make an American [scientist, most likely paleontologist] blush and then die of joy.
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We're sending back a few specimens to [the leader?]. Next stop, [unknown; next sentence indicates a country to the north, most likely either Russia or Mongolia]. Northward we go!
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size and location of SCP-5775, containment is not possible at this time. Therefore, public knowledge of SCP-5775’s true composition should be suppressed by any means necessary. This includes dissemination of false geological data, feigned historical reports, and other details elaborated upon in Document 5775-7. Public interest in landing on Mars at this time does not pose a concern, as many seem to be unaware of SCP-5775 and its neighbor. However, updated containment procedures are being worked on should public interest turn toward them.
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Operatives on Specialized Lunar Containment and Research Area (AKA Lunar Area 32) are to monitor SCP-5775 and SCP-5775-1 for unusual behavior. Expeditions to SCP-5775 through the use of SCP-5775-1 must obtain the approval of Site Director Dan Howell and Head Researcher Naomi Lyons. Groups are to consist of two armed agents in addition to required personnel. Teams are advised to report in every hour.
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ADDENDUM ██/██/████: Following the events of Expedition IV, Mobile Task Force Delta-6 (Marvin Martians) has been created for further explorations of SCP-5775, as well as finding SCP-5775-B. SCP-5775-A is being held in a standard humanoid containment cell in Lunar Area 32. Further expeditions to SCP-5775 are discouraged unless deemed absolutely necessary.
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Description: SCP-5775 is publicly known as Mars’s smallest moon, Deimos, named for the Greek God of terror. Object has a surface area of 495.1 km2 and a mass of 1.48 * 1015 kg. SCP-5775’s appearance as a normal celestial body is believed to be a combination of holographic illusion and millions of years of damage.
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SCP-5775 is a large spacecraft of extraterrestrial origin. There is debate over whether the craft is from native Martians or another species of alternate origin. The craft possesses several internal hallways, rooms, and wiring powered by an unknown fuel source, enough to sustain life as seen in previous explorations. Exploration of SCP-5775 has been hindered due to its distance from main Foundation operations. SCP-5775's true nature was discovered in 1999, following the discovery of SCP-5775-1.
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SCP-5775-1 is a 6.4-kilometer platform of unknown material located in the Sea of Tranquility on the Moon. When stepped on, the object can transport a subject and forty (40) kilograms of equipment to an exterior room in SCP-5775. The room appears to be a hanger, with a single ship, inoperable save for guns attached to the front, being present. The exterior wall, when walked through, returns a subject to SCP-5775-1. The room is sealed with a door of similar material that has so far been unable to be damaged and has hindered the first three expeditions. However, development on a key to hack into the systems of SCP-5775 has been ongoing.
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Incident Report ██-██-████: The following transmission was received from SCP-5775 and picked up on dead channels of GRU Division “P”.
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We have been waiting. Help us.
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Internal Memo, Junior Researcher Thomas Yaltz to Head Researcher Naomi Lyons
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So, I heard we’re going on another expedition. That’s exciting! I also heard you were looking to bring a Junior Researcher. I was hoping you would pick me.
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I’m sure the site director has given you some details on my history, so I may seem like a bit of a gamble. But I like to think of it more as experience that can help me in the field. Not to mention, between the 3008 incident and every time I’ve taken lead on the research with the stuff we have gotten from 5775, I think I’m as qualified as someone of my position can be.
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Plus, I'm very observant. I have all sorts of questions. Who sent this message? Why now? Why is it in English?
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I hope you consider me for the expedition.
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SCP-5775 Expedition IV FOR LEVEL 3 ONLY
+Following the transmission from SCP-5775, Head Researcher Dr. Naomi Lyons requested a team to investigate, citing the prototype of a key able to open the doorway from the hangar. After discussions with the Site Director and O5 Council, the following team was gathered:
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• Dr. Naomi Lyons, Head Researcher (56)
+• Dr. Regina Beale, Researcher (45)
+• Junior Researcher Thomas Yaltz (26)
+• Agent Helen Troy (39)1
+• Agent Jonathan Bell (31)
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Agents Bell and Troy were outfitted with cameras, while Dr. Beale was designated to take written notes and Junior Researcher Yaltz to take photographs.
The team has used SCP-5775-1 to arrive in the hangar.
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Bell: And we’re rolling. Journey to the Martian Moons, Scene 7, Take 4, Mar-
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Lyons: Stop it.
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Bell quiets. Beale approaches Lyons.
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Beale: Are we walking into a trap?
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Lyons: Most likely.
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Beale: So what are we doing here?
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Lyons: Just because it’s a trap doesn’t mean we have nothing to gain from it.
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The team approaches the door. Troy pulls Yaltz aside.
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Troy: Are you gonna be alright, kid? You’re overdue for a shift.
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Yaltz: Yeah, I’ll be fine. I've seen worse. And I mean, you’re here to protect me, right? Since it’s your job?
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Troy: Today was supposed to be my day off.
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Yaltz: Oh, uh…
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Troy: Kidding. Come on.
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They rejoin the team. Dr. Lyons pulls the key, a black card, from her pocket and scans it against the door. The door slowly slides open. The hallway it opens to is empty and seemingly abandoned. It is three meters tall.
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Lyons: Shall we?
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They move through the hall.
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Beale: There’s writing on the walls. Look.
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Yaltz looks, then shields his eyes.
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Yaltz: Shit, is it memetic?
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Beale: I don’t think so. I think it’s Ortrothan. Don’t suppose any of you can speak it.
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The team moves on. More writing is discovered on the walls. Later analysis shows the writings roughly translate to “Help” and “Mercy”. The team enters a large chamber.
The size of the chamber was the first thing that stood out to me. It wasn’t really that it was tall, but the architecture of the rest of the room with the hallway suggested it was of average size for whatever species roamed here. Not human.
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Another thing that popped out about the chamber were the six cells surrounding us. The doors were flung open and emptied. Still, we all picked one to analyze. Bell seemed to almost hope a monster would leap out at us. Lyons focused on the central pillar.
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I followed her eyeline. Above us was what seemed to be a keyboard and a monitor. We didn’t bring any equipment to climb up there, but there was a piece of paper we managed to knock down. The texture suggested something other than paper, but the details were the same- some kind of map.
+Dr. Lyons has some experience with rockets and spacecrafts. She pointed out what seemed to be a launch site for this thing. Other geographic details lined up with the Martian surface below us.
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This craft is definitely designed for war, but Yaltz pointed out the cells were more like something the Foundation would have for study.
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Bright side? The architecture isn’t randomly shifting like Site-13, so… there’s that.
The team moves on from the chamber and through the halls. As they round a corner, Agent Troy encounters a body on the floor. The subject appears to be roughly 2 meters tall, with a physical similarity to a praying mantis.
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Troy: Fucking hell! Back!
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She pushes the team back. Dr. Lyons looks over her.
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Lyons: I think it’s dead, Agent Troy.
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Agent Troy relaxes. Dr. Lyons and Dr. Beale approach the subject.
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Beale: I think we found what operated those computers.
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Lyons: And what killed it. Look.
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Lyons flips the body over. It displays a curved bullet wound, winding through the area designated its hip and out of its neck.
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Beale: That ain’t right.
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Yaltz raises his camera.
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Troy: Thomas!
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Yaltz: It’s for research!
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He snaps a picture. Dr. Lyons takes out a pair of pliers and removes a bullet/fly-hybrid from the creature’s neck.
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Yaltz: Is that a fly?
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Lyons: It’s been modified. Bio-organic technology. This “fly” was fired.
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Yaltz: From a gun? That’s so cool!
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Everyone looks at Junior Researcher Yaltz.
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Yaltz: Sorry.
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Agent Troy pats his shoulder.
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Bell: Hey, what’s that?
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Agent Bell points further down the hall to a room. Inside, a deceased pterodactyl-like creature is seen crashed through the hull of the ship. On the side of the creature appears to be a door. The team enters the room. There are two other exits, one being closed. A large monitor with a keyboard of various symbols sits in the corner. Dr. Beale goes to touch the creature.
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Voyich: I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.
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Agents Troy and Bell spin toward the man, an average sized man in a cosmonaut suit. He appears to be of Ukrainian descent. Both agents have pointed their guns.
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Troy: Who the hell are you?
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Voyich: I am Colonel Aleksandr Voyich, but I should be asking you that question. I’ve only ever seen my comrades in this place.
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Dr. Beale slowly steps in front of the agents.
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Beale: My name is Dr. Regina Beale. I’m a Researcher with the SCP Foundation. We came to investigate a transmission. Did you send it?
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Voyich: I have been sending transmissions for what feels like ages. I thought my comrades would pick it up. But I will not complain.
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Beale: Are there more of you?
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Voyich: Yes. Wait here. Smirnov! Kuznetsov! Help has arrived!
On 3 July, at 3:00pm Moscow time, we launched the Volstok 7, manned with seven of our finest cosmonauts. Thanks to the use of [DATA EXPUNGED], we were able to get the seven-man crew among the stars within minutes.
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However, we suffered a technical error with the crew. The navigation system directed them past the moon and out of our radio communications’ broadcast length. We have been unable to reestablish contact. The scientists called it – we have lost them. We do not know where they have landed. Or if they will land.
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As directed, we have kept the details of this mission from the public. We will await your further instructions.
Voyich returns with two men. Smirnov is taller and of Soviet descent, while Kuznetsov is of average height and build.
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Voyich: These men are Vladamir Smirnov and Anatoly Kuznetsov. They’re what remains of the crew.
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Yaltz: What happened to the rest of the men?
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Smirnov: Some… walked away… never return. Others vanish… while we sleep.
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Yaltz: When did you guys launch?
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Smirnov: Fourth of July, nineteen-sixty-nine.
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The team exchanges glances with each other.
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Beale: Whatever took your men might still be here. We should leave.
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Lyons: Not yet.
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Beale: What?
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Dr. Lyons approaches the monitor.
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Lyons: There may be some information we can get from this. Are any of you familiar with these computers?
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Smirnov: Kuznetsov, [speaks Russian].
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Kuznetsov approaches the monitor and exposes some wires. After a few moments, the monitor beeps to life.
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Voyich: Perhaps we should be going?
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Lyons: Are you kidding? We’re getting close to answers! This whole ship must be powered by solar energy. At least as a back-up.
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Dr. Lyons slowly works her way through the computer. Yaltz takes pictures.
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Lyons: This is all in Ortrothan, so I can’t read much. There are maps in here. Seems they came from another galaxy. And they were invading, but it looks like… looks like they were running from something.
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Troy: Oh, good. The scary aliens were running from something scarier. Seems you’re just turning up more questions, doc.
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Lyons: We might get more answers behind that door. Agent Bell, open that door for me?
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Dr. Lyons hands Agent Bell the key. He approaches the door.
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Beale: I thought we were leaving after this?
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Lyons: We are. I just want to look very quickly.
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Voyich: I don’t know if that’s a good-
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Agent Bell opens the door. A partially decomposed human corpse drops through.
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Bell: Body! Human body!
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Dr. Beale and Smirnov approach.
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Smirnov: That… uniform. Is… ours.
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Voyich: Whatever did this might be here now. We should leave!
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Bell: He’s got a tag on him!
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Kuznetsov: Aleksy? Sergei?
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Bell: It says, “Voyich”.
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The team turns to Voyich, who is staring at the ground.
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“Voyich”: You just had to look, didn’t you?
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Multiple black rods shoot from Voyich’s body. Two from his chest, three from his back, two from his right hip. Kuznetsov is stabbed through the eye and drops. Agent Bell is stabbed through the heart. Life signs terminated quickly. Dr. Beale and Smirnov drop to the floor and narrowly avoid the attack. Agent Troy pulls Yaltz to the ground. Dr. Lyons is stabbed in the leg.
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“Voyich”: I said we should leave! That thing could be in here! Well, guess what? I am! And I’m pissed!
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Voyich grabs Kuznetsov by the neck, who whimpers and struggles to breathe.
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“Voyich”: I’ll give you this, “comrade”. You guys were the most fun I’ve had in hundreds of thousands of cycles. Last thing before that, these guys sent me to destroy a planet. The violence, Kuznetsov. The mind games. Oh, that was art. Before you guys, all I had were corpses.
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Voyich snaps Kuznetsov’s neck.
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“Voyich”: But now I can leave this place. I have no use for you anymore.
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Voyich approaches Dr. Lyons. As he is focused on her, the others back away.
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“Voyich”: Dr. Lyons, was it? Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.
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Lyons: All of you, run!
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Lyons pulls out her gun.
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Yaltz: Dr. Lyons!
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Agent Troy grabs Yaltz and pulls him away. Smirnov follows them. Dr. Beale stays by the door.
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“Voyich”: What does that thing do? Shoot metal? That won’t stop me.
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Lyons: Then get out of the way!
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Dr. Lyons shoots the control pad on the door. It slams shut. Another shot is heard, followed by the sound of depressurization. Dr. Beale continues to stand at the door.
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Troy: Dr. Beale! She bought us some time! We need to move!
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She follows. The team arrives back at the hangar.
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Yaltz: That thing knows where we came from. If it's survived this long, it'll probably get out of there. Can we close the door?
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Troy: I think Bell had the key.
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Beale: Shit.
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She looks at the ship.
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Beale: Then we blow the hangar to kingdom come. You guys go.
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Yaltz: No, I’ll stay. You go.
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Beale: Yaltz, I admire the resolve, but as of now, I’m the leader. I won’t leave you here with no way out.
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Yaltz: Have you read my file, Dr. Beale?
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Beale: What does your personnel file have to do with this?
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Yaltz: No, my special containment procedures file.
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Troy: Thomas…
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Yaltz: I’m SCP-507.
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Beale: The teleporting kid?
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Yaltz: I’m twenty-six at this point, but yeah. If I stay, I’ll teleport off this thing eventually and get back home.
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Beale: Then we’ll all stay.
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Yaltz: You have an anomalous subject with you. I think they’d understand it if you left. I’ve been handling weird shit since I was born, ma’am. I’ll be okay.
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Troy: And I’ll stay with him. I’m your handler, kid. You don’t get a say.
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Beale: If you’re doing this, she stays.
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Yaltz opens his mouth, then closes it and nods. Dr. Beale and Smirnov suit up and return through SCP-5775-1. Yaltz and Agent Troy, also suited up, board the smaller ship.
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Yaltz: To kingdom come?
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Troy: To kingdom come.
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After-Action Report: SCP-5775 Expedition IV
+Following the events of Expedition IV, a large explosion was detected from SCP-5775. Three life signatures and numerous piles of debris emerged through SCP-5775-1. The explosion was explained as a meteor strike. Dr. Regina Beale was promoted to Head Researcher of SCP-5775, while Dr. Naomi Lyons and Agent Johnathan Bell were posthumously honored. Vladamir Smirnov was designated SCP-5775-A. Junior Researcher Thomas Yaltz and Agent Helen Troy were discovered in Waco, Texas nine days later, with non-threatening injuries.
After much searching, we have found their origin point. We have sent a team and discovered there is another species, similar in intellect but far less advanced. We are sending an operative, Odd Entity-777, to instill chaos and hopefully topple our enemies.
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We have seen your play. We have lost our homeworld, but we will still hold on to our other worlds. You will pay for your actions.
+Fear the Empire of the Big Foot
Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-5798 has been purchased by the Foundation and shuttered from public access. Two Foundation guard personnel are to be stationed on-site for the purposes of deterring trespassing.
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Description: SCP-5798 is an entity of indeterminate length residing in the plumbing system of a YMCA1 building in █████ ██████, Florida.
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Subterranean imaging techniques have revealed that SCP-5798's length takes up the entirety of the building's plumbing system. The entity's physical appearance is that of a mass of flesh, terminating in several tentacle-like appendages. SCP-5798's epidermal coloration is entirely transparent, and as a result, veins, muscle tissue, and small, blonde hairs have been observed as part of the entity.
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SCP-5798 is mostly dormant, and has only been observed to surface for brief periods of time through a small drainage gate located in the shower of a men's locker-room, fitting its appendages through the slots on the grate. The entity is capable of extending up to 1.2 meters from the drain.
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SCP-5798 is sapient, and is capable of communicating coherently in English. (See Addendum.5798.1)
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Addendum.5798.1: Incident Log
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Initial research of SCP-5798 was conducted by Junior Researcher Haddow. While tuning subterranean radar equipment inside the locker room, the following events occurred, a log of which has been transcribed from surveillance footage and can be found below.
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Researcher Haddow sits in front of the shower, taking notes. A voice is heard, coming from the drain.
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SCP-5798: Hey!
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Haddow:Huh?
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Haddow looks up from his notes and turns his head.
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SCP-5798: I'm over here, bud. Down the drain.
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Haddow: Oh.
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SCP-5798: That's it? 'Oh'? You talk to someone like me often?
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Haddow: I just… wasn't aware you could speak. Believe it or not, you're normal compared to some of the things I conversed with over the past week.
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SCP-5798: Seriously? You work at a 7-11 or something?
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Haddow: Practically. Oh, I guess they'll want me to ask you questions. Let's see, uh… you have a name?
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SCP-5798: Don't think so.
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Haddow: What are you?
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SCP-5798: Don't care.
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Haddow: (Gestures) Mm, how'd you get into, uh, your situation?
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SCP-5798: Don't know.
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Haddow: GOD— (Exhales) Sorry. I'm just, I can't give answers like that. They want information.
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SCP-5798: Shit, well, I'm really sorry, man. I genuinely can't answer those questions. Who's 'they'?
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Haddow: My bosses. Look, even if you have to make something up, I won't know. I just need research credits, please.
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Haddow brings his left hand to his temple and begins massaging it.
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SCP-5798: I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. I just don't think about those things, y'know? I apologize.
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Haddow: It's… it's fine. I'm fine.
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SCP-5798: You sure about that, man? I promise, you can talk to me about it.
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Haddow: W— What? I mean— Christ, I'm talking to a fucking drain monster. This is ridiculous.
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SCP-5798: There's no need to be prejudiced, I can speak and think just as well as you can. I'm willing to lend an ear, if you think it would help. Just pretend I'm not here and speak your mind. No filter.
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Haddow: You sure? I mean, I'd sound unhinged. I'm already talking to a—
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SCP-5798: A drain creature, I know. Just give it a shot, dude. I won't judge.
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Haddow: (Pauses) Fine. (Inhales) No. God, no, I'm not alright. I just—
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SCP-5798: This is how healing happens.
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Haddow: I'm overworked, I'm exhausted, I'm lonely— I'm still hundreds of thousands of dollars in-debt, and you'd think a trillion dollar organization would take care of that but they don't. I do pointless research all day in hopes of maybe, MAYBE, getting a paid vacation one year, and a complimentary plaque in the Site break room or some shit. Sure, if I'm lucky enough to be so useless to the Foundation that they actually let me go, I'll be able to retire at 60, where I can own a nice little compensation house for me to fuck off and die in peace. That's if I don't lose my life talking to a fucking drain-snake or end up in a wheelchair because I looked at a book the wrong way on a Tuesday or some other contrived bullshit.
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Haddow groans and begins sobbing into his hands.
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SCP-5798: Let it all out, bud. Let it all out. I'm listening.
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Haddow: Girls don't like me, guys don't like me, hell, at this point my fucking hand doesn't like me either. I just— I just— I have so much work due all the time and I'm shit at time management and I have to ask for a deadline extension and— And it never ends! I haven't slept more than 4 hours in YEARS! YEARS!
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Haddow continues crying.
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SCP-5798: Jeez, I… uh, that's awful dude. I never realized you guys up there had it so bad.
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Haddow: (Sniffling) Only… if… you're… POOR.
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SCP-5798: I don't mean to make you jealous, but I never had to deal with anything like that.
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Haddow: What would you know about anything? You're a fucking drain-snake!
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SCP-5798: Hey, I'm pretty cultured! Like, I got it all down here. I can sleep as much as I want, watch movies all day—
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Haddow:GOD— wait, really?
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SCP-5798: Totally, dude. Movies, TV Shows, games, YouTube, whatever.
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Haddow: Well, now I'm interested. How do you do all that?
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SCP-5798: No clue. I just think about it really hard and it happens. I've always been able to do it. I basically spend all my free time online. (Laughs)
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Haddow: So you… you have internet, you sleep as much as you want, and you… well, what else do you do? How do you occupy yourself all day?
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SCP-5798: Like I said, podcasts, message boards, Warcraft. Speaking of which, I do have a raid coming up in 20, so I might have to step away for a bit, if that's good with you.
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Haddow: Isn't that a paid game?
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SCP-5798: Bitcoin. You ever try crypto, dude? It's the future, I'm telling you.
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Haddow: Man, it sounds great down there.
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SCP-5798: Life's just better. You'd probably enjoy it, and I take it you're not much of a socialite anyways, but the only downside about living down here is that it gets a little lonely.
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Haddow: Can't you just talk to people online?
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SCP-5798: Yeah, but it's just not the same. Why do you think I started talking to you?
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Haddow: Good point.
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SCP-5798: Been getting into writing recently. Helps with the introspection.
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Haddow: You… write?
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SCP-5798: Whenever I want, for as long as I want.
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Haddow: That's all I've ever wanted to do!
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SCP-5798: Down here you'd be able to write all day!
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Haddow: You're so right! I, uh, want to be a romance author, but I'm too scared to actually go through with it. (Laughs)
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SCP-5798:HELL yeah, that's the spirit! I'm telling you, come down here, dude. I promise, you'd love it. I'd get a friend, you'd get the life you want to live— it'd all work out!
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Haddow: Come down there?
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SCP-5798: Yeah, I can bring you down here. Wouldn't that be neat?
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Haddow: I mean, I couldn't—
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SCP-5798: Your call, suit yourself. Something's telling me you're going to regret it if you stay.
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Haddow: You know what? You're right! Fuck this!
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Haddow throws his notebook and pen down. He pushes over a stack of imaging equipment.
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Haddow: Fuck you, Foundation! I'm living my own life!
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SCP-5798: Fuck yeah, you are! I mean, uh, I don't want to pressure you or anything. As soon as you step into the shower I'm gonna pull you down here, just so you—
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Haddow leaps into the shower.
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Haddow: I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm finally FREE!
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SCP-5798 emerges from the grate, extending upwards and tracing its appendages on its surroundings. The entity lunges forward, wraps its appendages around Haddow's right ankle, and pulls him towards the drain. Haddow gleefully shouts.
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It uses another appendage to bring Haddow's left ankle closer to the grate, and pulls with enough force to begin pushing the bottoms of Haddow's feet through the holes of the drain. Haddow screams, and the sound of skin ripping is audible through the locker room. By anomalous means, the entity manages to pull both of Haddow's feet through the grate. Blood and excess tissue fills the shower floor.
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SCP-5798 pulls Haddow's ankles, contorting the bone to slip through the holes. Audible grinding of the cartilage is heard, and cracking sounds are intermediated with Haddow's increasingly distressed vocalizations. Haddow passes out and regurgitates a mixture of blood and stomach contents.
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A loud crunching noise is heard as SCP-5798 snaps the tibia and fibula of Researcher Haddow's lower legs. Several more appendages emerge from the grate to retrieve excess skin. Haddow seizes and continues to vomit. In his thrashing, he has broken several teeth, and his nose appears to be displaced. Haddow appears to regain consciousness, and vocalizes unintelligibly.
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As the entity attempts to squeeze Haddow's crotch through the grate, another snapping sound, assumed to be Haddow's pelvic bone, is heard. Haddow goes limp as SCP-5798 squeezes his torso and stomach through the grate. A slurry of entrails and viscera is expelled from Haddow's mouth, which increases in concentration as more of his body is forced through the drain. Haddow's rib cage snaps, and his upper torso sinks to the floor.
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The last of Haddow's body, the head, is pulled through the drain. Excess brain matter, hair, ocular muscles, and teeth surround the immediate area of the grate. The slurry of bodily fluids and entrails stains the shower.
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Upon further interaction with SCP-5798, the entity used Researcher Haddow's voice to communicate. No relevant or new information has been gained from this research, and the entity claims to have no recollection of Researcher Haddow.
Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone of 10002km shall be maintained around SCP-5916's own 5602km "zone". All flights, cruises, and vessels carrying boxers (as defined in Experiment Log 5916) must be diverted away from or around the 10002km exclusion zones. Instances of SCP-5916 are to be tracked via tag transmitters and recaptured if the transmitter becomes faulty or nonresponsive. All incidents must be investigated by Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders"), coordinating with MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") on repression of any information relating to SCP-5916 incidents.
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Description: SCP-5916 is the designation of six (formerly ten) great white sharks (Carcharodon carcharias) that inhabit the world's oceans. They generally appear to be ordinary members of the species, however, all known instances of SCP-5916 are identifiable by a large, dark patch of bruising around one of their eyes (a 'black eye'), and several missing teeth that they are evidently unable to regrow. Behaviorally, instances of SCP-5916 show no anomalous properties other than an apparent inability to stray outside a region approximately 5602km in diameter.
SCP-5916's properties trigger when a professional boxer (defined as someone who has been paid to attend a refereed boxing match) enters the region.
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Shortly after a boxer has entered its region of the ocean, SCP-5916 will become hostile and immediately accelerate towards the intruder at speeds in excess of Mach 6. Roughly twenty seconds before acceleration, SCP-5916's attack is preceded by a disembodied sound of a boxing bell ringing three times, which by means of observing past victims of SCP-5916 and testimonies of D-Class personnel before their deaths by SCP-5916, only the target can hear.
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SCP-5916's victim is typically obliterated upon impact, along with whatever transport they were using. All instances of SCP-5916 suffer no ill effects from the stresses and extreme heat of such speeds, instantly decelerate when their target is dead, and in cases of attacking aircraft, seem to receive no damage from falling back into the sea.
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SCP-5916 came to the Foundation's attention in 19██ off the coast of Central Africa after Flight ██████ of █████████ Airline's vanishing coincided with an oceanic sonic boom directly under its last known location. A pattern for its attack "criteria" was formulated after the appearance of other SCP-5916 instances, leading to current containment protocols.
Since Foundation monitoring began in 19██, four instances of SCP-5916 have been neutralized: 5916-3, 5916-6, 5916-8, and 5916-9.
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5916-3: Neutralized in 19██ when its body washed up on the shores of ████ ████. Autopsy revealed a partially-destroyed jet turbine lodged in its throat. With no way to swallow food, 5916-3 likely starved.
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5916-6: Neutralized in 19██ when it attempted to ram a Concorde jet, charging at a speed far beyond anything previously recorded. 5916-6 appears to have miscalculated its attack, missing the jet by several dozen miles and throwing itself out of Earth orbit.
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5916-8: Considered neutralized in 19██ when it suddenly dove downward at attacking speed and Foundation observers lost visual. Hydrophones reveal 5916-8 suddenly disappearing almost 1km from the seabed.
SCP-5916-10 is a mobile instance of SCP-5916, not bound by a zone and swimming in a random pattern around the world's oceans. Its appearance is differentiated from the other instances of SCP-5916 by a slightly larger size and the addition of a darker patch of skin on its underbelly, resembling a championship belt, along with a long piece of coral that SCP-5916-10 carries clenched between its teeth.
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In contrast to the other instances of SCP-5916, SCP-5916-10 chooses not to attack other boxers, and based on interviews with it, considers most unworthy opponents.
SCP-5916-10 is, evidently, sapient. After displaying unusual behavior near Foundation divers attempting to tag it, 5916-10 began to speak English. Though muddled by the water, setting up a mechanism to render 5916-10's speech clear was trivial, and an interview took place between Foundation researcher Dr. Yung and SCP-5916 on ██/██/█████. Excerpt from interview follows:
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Dr. Yung: Do you have a name?
+5916-10: For God's sake, it's Bruce! THE Bruce! You been living under a rock?
+Dr. Yung: Forgive me, but I'm not the type to keep up with sports.
+5916-10: Well, now's my turn for questions. What's that weird yellow thing you put on my fin?
+Dr. Yung: It's so we can keep track of you.
+5916-10: I'm not under house arrest again, am I?
+Dr. Yung: No, we want to know where you are so we can keep, uh, certain people away from you.
+5916-10: I don't bother with that. Look, I ain't young, but I'm still the champ for a reason. I got nothin' to prove, and you two-legs aren't worth the effort anyway. It's those young 'uns I have to smack down every once in a while.
+Dr. Yung: You mean 5916-9?
+5916-10: Who?
+Dr. Yung: The other of your kind you neutralized. ██/█/████? Off the coast of ███████?
+5916-10: Oh, right. Little punk thought he could take me with a sucker punch. Showed him.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5966 is stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber located at Site-22 and kept under guard by at least two members of security. To prevent SCP-5966 from experiencing bodily harm, it is provided with fresh painting supplies at the beginning of each week.
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Description: SCP-5966 is a painter, originally known as "Vedad Gudelj", with a series of anomalous bodily and mental modifications intended to incentivise a mass creation of artwork.
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The most prominent and noticeable alteration to SCP-5966's body is its mouth, which has been fused shut. Internal analysis has shown that the vocal cords of SCP-5966 have also been removed. Although these alterations by themselves would render SCP-5966 incapable of verbal communication, attempts at interviews and written communication suggest that SCP-5966 is no longer capable of expressing or understanding any form of language at all.
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Testing also suggests that SCP-5966 no longer requires any form of sustenance or sleep, although it will curl up in the corner of its containment chamber when inactive.
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SCP-5966 will attempt to create one piece of artwork a week, using whatever materials are available to it, and will work towards this goal without rest. Several seconds after the piece of art is completed, it will completely disappear. Attempts to determine what becomes of these articles via the use of tracking beacons have thus far been unsuccessful.
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Shortly following the disappearance of the artwork, SCP-5966 will be subject to further bodily alterations, the nature of which are dependent on subjective qualities present within the artwork produced. The specific nature of these properties are not completely certain, but appear to be focused around the appeal of the artwork to a large audience. In cases where these qualities are present, these bodily modifications will be beneficial to SCP-5966, while harmful alterations will result if the artwork does not possess said qualities. These secondary modifications are temporary, and will disappear from SCP-5966's body at the beginning of the next week.
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SCP-5966 was recovered on 21/01/2019 from its apartment in Detroit, Michigan by authorities after its landlord complained of a foul smell emanating from the residence. Initially, said landlord was intending to evict SCP-5966 following numerous missed rent payments, but discovered SCP-5966 in its current condition upon entering the apartment. After SCP-5966 was taken to a nearby hospital and reports of its bodily alterations began circulating, the Foundation intervened and brought SCP-5966 into containment.
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Painting Log 5966-1
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The following log is a record of paintings produced by SCP-5966, as well as the resulting bodily modifications.
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Landscape painting of a tree in a field.
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SCP-5966's mouth temporarily unfused, allowing it to breathe more comfortably.
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Portrait of SCP-5966, prior to bodily alterations.
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SCP-5966 loses the use of its legs.
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Painting of the Empire State Building.
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SCP-5966 falls asleep and remains in this state for the remainder of the week. Unclear if this is a positive or negative modification.
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Painting of a car exploding. A man wearing a trench-coat is walking away from the explosion, smoking a cigar and holding a rocket launcher.
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A functional mouth and tongue develop in the left hand of SCP-5966. Although it is incapable of fully consuming food, SCP-5966 is capable of using the tongue to taste it.
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Portrait of SCP-5966, prior to bodily alterations.
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SCP-5966 clutches its head and rolls around the containment chamber in pain. SCP-5966 spends the remainder of the week hiding in the corner, holding its head.
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Portrait of SCP-5966, prior to bodily alterations.
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SCP-5966's eyeballs visibly begin to boil, with smoke billowing out of the sockets. SCP-5966 spends the remainder of the week with its hands covering its eyes.
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Indistinct portrait, believed to be of SCP-5966 prior to bodily alterations.
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SCP-5966's mouth becomes unfused and it coughs up a human finger wearing a ring. The owner of this finger is unclear, as SCP-5966 refuses to surrender it to security personnel when prompted and it disappears several minutes later.
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Painting of three scantily clad women, sitting on and surrounding a red sports car.
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A tattoo of an unidentified woman's face appears on SCP-5966's left arm. SCP-5966 spends the remainder of the week stroking and observing it.
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Painting of three scantily clad women, sitting on and surrounding a red sports car.
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See previous entry.
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Addendum 5966-1 (Recovered Materials)
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During a search of SCP-5966's apartment following initial recovery, the following document was found. Content and context suggests it is a simple written contract of employment which was sent to SCP-5966. SCP-5966's signature is present at the bottom of the contract.
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The following agreement is between Vedad Gudelj, hereafter referred to as the Artist, and their employer, hereafter referred to as the Patron.
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The Artist hereby pledges to create at least one product of acceptable quality per week, and the Patron hereby pledges to provide proportionate payment for said product. As previously agreed, all proceeds from the product will be split evenly between the Artist and the Patron, with the half provided to the Artist coming in the form of good fortune.
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The Patron reserves the right to enact demerits or changes to the Artist's circumstances in order to ensure their investment is returned.
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Employment shall begin immediately following the signing of this contract, and will continue until specifically terminated. The Artist may terminate his employment at any time he chooses through direct verbal or written notice. In order to prevent fraudulent termination of this contract, notice through an intermediary will not be accepted.
Special Containment Procedures: International medical databases are to be monitored in an effort to locate any remaining individuals displaying symptoms indicative of SCP-5972.
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The algorithmic test carried out on 2016/02/23 has singled out the 4.3% of audio components which remain unaccounted for; individuals demonstrating tics which do not satisfy this criteria are to be eliminated from the investigation.
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At this stage, it is not expedient for any affected individuals to be placed into Foundation custody directly; however, subjects are to be monitored by personnel embedded in global health services, who have the authorization to detain and transfer an individual should further Foundation research be required.
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Description: SCP-5972 is a phenomenon first recorded on 2016/01/10. To date, 1,887 affected individuals have been identified across five continents.
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Symptoms of SCP-5972 manifest as a verbal tic; those affected will emit repetitive, monosyllabic verbalizations at regular intervals, in some cases exceeding the conventional human vocal range. Intervals can be as frequent as two seconds, with the longest interval observed being four minutes and sixteen seconds in length. Amnestic treatment has proven ineffective for reducing symptoms in those affected.
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SCP-5972 was flagged as potentially anomalous during routine trawling of global data by Foundation pattern recognition algorithms. This showed a marked increase in individuals presenting with tic-like symptoms to health services in several nations, consistent with the trajectory of downed entertainment satellite WCBS-02 (see Addendum-1). In addition, researchers monitoring SCP-4445 recorded an unprecedented M/HRAV Variation of -83.7 that same day, a Variation which lasted forty-seven hours1. Significant fluctuations have persisted ever since.
On the morning of 2016/01/10, a strike by an unidentified object knocked radio satellite WCBS-02 from geostationary orbit above New York City. The rogue WCBS-02 was subsequently destroyed in a collision with a separate satellite. The object responsible for the initial collision is believed to have been following a space-bound trajectory from Earth.
On 2016/02/23, all known individuals under Foundation observation were transported to Provisional Site-83, a defunct baseball stadium near Chicago2. This was an international operation, financed by twenty branches of the Foundation worldwide.
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Upon arrival of all subjects at Provisional Site-83, a synchronicity between the victims of SCP-5972 became apparent; the verbal tics, when aligned, create a full-length, looping vocal composition of David Bowie’s single “Starman”, including backing instrumentation. Algorithmic comparison to the original recording suggests that up to 95.7% of the sound is identical. Researchers suspect that a significant number of affected individuals have yet to be identified.
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On 2016/04/03, all remaining subjects had been identified and mass transportation to Provisional Site-83 was once again arranged. A total of 1,972 subjects were present for the test.
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The result was a complete vocal recreation of "Starman", deemed a 100% match with the original Bowie recording by the same algorithm as used in the first test. After reaching the end of the song, individuals began to experience a gradual reduction, followed by cessation, of SCP-5972 symptoms. The fluctuations in M/HRAV observed since 2016/01/10 also returned to baseline levels upon conclusion of the song.
Special Containment Procedures: Suppression of any published scientific discoveries regarding SCP-5979 has been implemented and will remain active until SCP-5979 becomes observable to the naked eye. Any radio communication from SCP-5979 must be dismissed as hoaxes from local conspiracy theorists and discredited sources. Live broadcasts of the observable universe must also be censored until such a time that SCP-5979 enters our solar system.
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Due to the sheer size and mass of SCP-5979, containment is impossible. SCP-5979 must remain under Foundation observation in the event of any further changes in regards to its velocity and location.
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Description: SCP-5979 is the designation given to a celestial body approximately 1,200 times the volume of Earth. SCP-5979 is currently traveling at 252,792 km/h and is on a direct collision course with planet Earth. SCP-5979's trajectory adjusts periodically in direct correspondence with Earth's orbit. At this time, there is no known method of obstructing SCP-5979's trajectory.
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SCP-5979 is able to communicate through radio waves, which have been translated from German (See Transmissions). Attempts to establish two-way communication with SCP-5979 have proven ineffective, as SCP-5979 is either unable or unwilling to respond to outbound transmissions.
The following transmissions were received by Site-57's deep space communication device and have been translated from German to English.
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DATE: January 3, 2045
+TIME: 02:35
+I do not hear from you anymore. Is everything okay? Have the stars aligned for you, or have you fallen ill from your star's radiation? Are you looking at the same stars that I am? I hope so. I miss you more and more with every passing cycle. Please, I just want to know if you're okay.
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DATE: January 16, 2045
+TIME: 12:35
+Do you remember that time in the Milky Way? It must have been billions of years ago by now. I've never felt anything like that since I was with you. Have you? You're far too important, too busy, to reflect on the memories I'm sure. But they will live on with me forever.
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DATE: February 9, 2045
+TIME: 16:45
+I'm sorry I left you. You told me you were okay with it, but I know you better than that. I hope you can forgive me, starlight. No other planet fits my orbit quite like you did. I never should have listened to Saturn.
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DATE: February 14, 2046
+TIME: 1:21
+It has been too long since we last spoke, even longer since I've had you in my orbit. I miss the way we used to talk. I miss how much you affected my tides, my gravitational pull, even the breeze that floats through my surface. I miss the way the stars made your atmosphere glow. Do you miss me at all?
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DATE: August 9, 2047
+TIME: 16:00
+I've left my system. I'll be there shortly. I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't show it well enough before. Please forgive me.
The following transmission was intercepted by the I.S.S.1.
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DATE: August 10, 2047
+TIME: 00:00
+I loved you too, but you had your chance. I have a moon now, it's time to let go.
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The message did not come from any known transmitter on Earth, and no records of the transmission being recorded have been found. SCP-5979's velocity has since stopped entirely, and its location in the galaxy has remained unchanged.
Special Containment Procedures: The current list of SCP-6144 containment procedures as dictated by SCP-6144 are as follow:
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1. Every 243 minutes, a peanut butter and caviar sandwich on multigrain rye bread must be eaten in front of me by a horse with the surname "Eve."
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2. Exactly 22.8 meters to the southeast of the horse, must be a stage platform. On the second Monday of every month, there will be a theater performance of the lost 15th century English play "Mankind." {added on March 17th, 1978}
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3. At the third vertex of the triangle created by the horse and the stage platform, must be a 43 year old man with a bald head wearing overalls reciting Codex Sinaiticus in Latin. {added on March 17th, 1982}
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4. 14 meters above the man will be 5 extinct British Copper butterflies encased in amber suspended in the air. {added on March 17th, 1986}
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5. Looking up at the blocks of amber shall be a Level 2B Reality Bender juggling 15 stones located from terrestrial planets located in the Andromeda galaxy. {added on March 17th, 1990}
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6. 12 centimeters diagonal to the back of the Reality Bender's head will be a 5.7 meter perfect living clone of the current American president singing the Finnish folk song "Säkkijärven Polkka." {added on March 17th, 1994}
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7. At the apex of the parabola that connects the President and the performer's stage will be an albino alligator on its hindlegs, tap dancing while chewing cinnamon-scented gum. {added on March 17th, 1998}
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8. 15 kilometers above the alligator will be a miniature replica of Site-28, complete with mini researchers analogous to existing Site-28 personnel. {added on March 17th, 2002}
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9. 112.54 meters below the replica is to be the Sarkic Princeling Xaildrianoalth contained in a room full of apricot jelly. {added on March 17th, 2006}
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10. Any individual who looks at me longer than 14.3 seconds should immediately brush his teeth with liquid jade and rinse with ambrosia pudding. {added on March 17th, 2010}
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11. Living entities in a 666 meter radius around me will remove and consume their sigmoid colon if their steps are not exactly 0.26 meters apart. {added on March 17th, 2014}
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12. All members of Alpha: Containment-6144 are to be sacrificed on a 15 meter by 30 meter altar of pink jasper every year on the 5th of April. {added on March 17th, 2018}
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13. 19 times a month, 33.5 individuals will come to me and eat their shoes. They must then smash and eat $0.78 million USD worth of computer graphics cards. {added on March 17th, 2022}
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The organization and successful adherence to the containment procedures will be managed by Alpha: Containment-6144.
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Description: SCP-6144 is a cinnamon tree that causes economic collapse within the American stock market. Cinnamon sticks created from SCP-6144’s bark are not anomalous.
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Paper made from the pulp of cut branches of SCP-6144 display the above-mentioned containment procedures. Every four years, an additional step appears on newly made paper from SCP-6144.
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The additional step is then analyzed by Alpha: Containment-6144 and, subsequently, constructed and added to SCP-6144's containment area. Each new containment procedure has been noted to be more difficult and convoluted to follow as time progresses.
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The containment procedures for SCP-6144 have been halted three times since its initial containment. Listed below are short excerpts of each incident.
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Containment Breach Log
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Breach 1; Date: 3/17/1974: Misunderstanding of SCP-6144 led to a lack of containment for approximately 5 months and 17 days. It is generally considered that the resulting effect of this was the stock market crash of 1974 and the subsequent stagflation1 of the 1970s.
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The difference of time between the start of containment and the descent of oil prices, which is thought to be the instigator of the recession, was 10 days.
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Breach 2; Date: 6/22/2000: An attack on Site-28 by the Chaos Insurgency led to a break in containment of SCP-6144 for 4 days. Later that month, the dot-com bubble of the late 1990s burst, causing the collapse of the early Internet industry.
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The difference of time between the renewal of containment and the raising of interest rates by the Federal Reserve, which is thought to be the instigator of the recession, was 21 days. The main reason for the raising of interest rates is still debated.
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Breach 3; Date: 9/13/2008: The late 2000’s “Type Green” Campaign by the Global Occult Coalition, which involved the extensive termination and imprisonment of reality benders, led to a sharp decline in supply of Level 2B Reality Benders required for Containment Step 5. SCP-6144 lacked containment for approximately 3 weeks, 4 days.
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The ensuing phenomena was the Great Recession of 2008 and the following housing price collapse. Supply chain issue of reality benders was solved through importation from parallel realities.
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The difference of time between the renewal of containment and bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers2 was 27 days.
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It is still unclear whether the aforementioned situations were the result of SCP-6144’s lack of containment or were coincidental incidents that occured due to chance. The economic recessions supposedly caused by SCP-6144 can be explained by legitimate non-anomalous factors.
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Bayesian statistical analysis of the null hypothesis of SCP-6144 not being anomalous results in a p=0.063. Therefore, it cannot be conclusively determined that SCP-6144 does, in fact, impact stock prices.
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SCP-6144 was secured on March 17th, 1974 at the Palais des Congrès de Paris4 in Paris, France. The amphithéâtre was the location of the 100th anniversary of the founding of the AWCY? movement and the 10th "Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques?5".
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The following log is the first appearance and securement of SCP-6144 during the Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques?.
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Date: March 17th, 1974
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Investigator: Undercover Agent Joseph Laurent
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Background: Keynote Exhibition #2 occurred in the “Great Hall of the People” — a room seating 5,000 individuals. The session commenced at 9:43 am. A number of anomalous objects, phenomena, beings were presented by their associated creator. The final presentation was listed on the events brochure as “Sins of the Past Haunt the Future”.
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Agent Laurent was assigned to monitor this session and report back all anomalous entities.
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Start Log:
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POI: 3542A “The Box of Teeth6”: …that was quite a marvelous sculpture. Thank you for that. And now for the last showcase for this block, we have a project from a group in Indonesia. This proposal has been endorsed by “The Dancer.”
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POI: 1762F “Shaamil Sihasale”: Good afternoon fellow artists, entrepreneurs, doctors, executives, and patrons of the arts. My name is Shaamil Sihasale, third year student at the College of the Green Forest7
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Today, I will be presenting on behalf of the Malacca Supernatural Artists Collective (MSAC). Before I continue, I would like to thank the Selection Committee for granting us this privilege of presenting this piece to all of you.
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As well, thank you to the 15,000 damned souls that were used by MSAC and infused into the tree. Finally, the biggest thanks goes to the late creator of this project Aalok Majumder, who sadly was eaten by the amazing piece by “The Playwright” a few hours ago. I’ll be presenting on his behalf.
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What you see before you is a cinnamon tree and it does something cool. (silence for 20 seconds)
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POI: 3542A “The Box of Teeth: Is there anything else you’d like to say?
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POI: 1762F “Shaamil Sihasale”: Hmm…well…let's see…(silence for 15 seconds) Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. Aalok wanted the tree to be one thing but I see it a different way.
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This is how he saw it. So there was this company, yeah? Called the Dutch East India Company, they along with a lot of other companies took over Southeast Asia, real imperialist style and grew a lot of spices. Funny thing too, all those hundreds of islands were named the “Spice Isles.” That wasn’t our name, though. (laughs)
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So Aalok thought one day, it would be quite serendipitous if the spices said “fuck you” right back. Like c'mon, their economy was jump started by the exploitation of our lands and people. So wouldn’t the most acute irony be that if a cinnamon tree, the exact same spice that started this whole thing, caused them to lose that same money?
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Okay, okay. So now you have his version.
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But! I view it in a different way. Instead of viewing it as a tool in reference to the past, why not look to our future? So taking advice from my good friend, and founder of MSAC, “The Dancer,” we decided to gift this item to the SCP Foundation. (murmurs in the audience)
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Hah! Don’t worry. The astute among us have already noticed. Can the fellow artist in Row 27 seat 14 come to the stage? That’s right, I’m talking to you Foundation agent Laurent.
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(There is an uproar in the audience. Some individuals jump out of their seats and run, most are yelling loudly, a few have no reaction. Sihasale whispers into the microphone)
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He’s spying on us, by the way, so don’t take out anything too unique.
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(Agent Joseph Laurent is instructed to, tentatively, follow POI: 1762F’s instructions. As such he quickly walks to the stage.)
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So I know the Foundation doesn’t like art too much. But our founder thought instead of punishing the empires that are long gone, why not punish the ones oppressing us now?
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So Laurent, my friend, you will take this tree. And you will contain it, just as you have done with many of MSAC’s other projects.
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But here’s a secret, making sure it doesn’t activate will get more difficult overtime. I’m sure you can figure out the details, but it’s a built-in measure to make sure Aalok’s revenge eventually comes.
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One day you will fail, let's just see how long you can keep the system going.
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So there we go. A construct that will ruin both the sins of the fallen kingdoms and the kingdom ruling over us in the present. I have some more philosophical babble about capitalism, symbolism, inspiration and other shit like that but I’ll save that for the discussion block afterwards.
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Laurent, before you go, I’ll give you a small hint. The souls that Aalok infused get kinda chippy if you don’t regularly feed them. Up to you if you want to do something about it.
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(Before any response could be made, Agent Laurent and SCP-6144 are transported to the street adjacent from the Palais des Congrès de Paris.)
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Note: A subsequent raid of the hall 30 minutes later led to no persons or evidence of the Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques? The other assigned undercover agents Marie-Françoise De Villepin, Fabien Chastain, Jean-Luc Clérisseau lost contact and have since been MIA.
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Opening "scp-6158.zip"…
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Item №: SCP-6158
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Anomaly Class: Safe
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Personnel Clearance Level: 5
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6158 is to be kept in a secure containment locker in Site-02. Under no circumstances is SCP-6158 allowed to be plugged into any electronic or computerized network unless stated otherwise by O5 Command.
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Description: SCP-6158 is a semi-primitive computing structure consisting of several unified organic neural networks. SCP-6158 does not appear to decay over time, although this is difficult to ascertain due to its fragile nature. Because of this fragility and the unique way in which its nerves are fused, research on SCP-6158 consists primarily of observation alone.
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Researchers theorize that SCP-6158's neural composition consists of:
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between 2 and 3 complete human nervous systems
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between 6 and 7 complete domestic rat nervous systems
Of note is that there is only one completely intact human brain in SCP-6158's composition. All other brain matter is in separated yet undamaged parts, still connected to the network as a whole.
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All of SCP-6158's nerves converge at what is presumed to be the spinal cord of this centralized brain. SCP-6158's spinal cord tapers off and forms a rubber-encased wire that ends in a USB plug.
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Addendum 6158.1: SCP-6158 was discovered on 13/2/2022 during the procedural decommissioning of a Foundation front organization. As the building was being cleared out and documents were being marked for review, janitor Mikaela Webber located an unlabeled door that did not appear on the building's official plans. After breaking the door's lock and entering, the room appeared to be a makeshift office space set up in what was previously a supply closet. In it was a modified TRS-80 computer system, a small stack of papers, and a large sealed metal box containing SCP-6158. There was a small hole drilled into a bottom corner of the box that allowed SCP-6158's cord to be wound through in order to be plugged into the computer system. A small "W" was scratched into one of the sides of the metal box.
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Webber powered up the computer while SCP-6158 was still plugged into the terminal. She reported that after the computer completed its loading sequence, the system froze before the screen was rapidly filled with file names. Every file name appeared to consist of random chains of characters. Webber then attempted to force the computer to shut down, but the system did not respond.
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Moments later, an unknown entity bypassed the initiation codes for tools such as the Foundation General Alert System, various PA speakers, and lockdown protocols across multiple Sites. This allowed the entity to trigger PA announcements and alarms while also broadcasting their own audio.
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The broadcast in question was a minor cognitohazard that was reported to be a series of clashing tones, both high and low-pitched. Personnel present in affected Sites during this incident reported headaches, migraines, the taste of blood, as well as massive amounts of physical pain. Five percent of exposed personnel were temporarily hospitalized due to short-term paralysis that occurred upon hearing the broadcast. Those paralyzed claimed that they could hear a man screaming in the noise.
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Addendum 6158.2: While most of the documentation recovered from the storage closet currently remains illegible, there was a single printed flyer that remained in good condition, included below:
O5-Command discussing various tax shelter advice with SCP-6205.
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SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:
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SCP-6205 is adequately contained by the use of generally accepted accounting practices within Foundation financial interests. A set of standard operating procedures can be found under Article III, Section 6, Paragraphs 4 through 22, in the Foundation Employee Handbook. A waiver confirming familiarity with these procedures is required for all Foundation employees who are issued a business credit card, have access to a line of credit, or who receive per-diem allowances.
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Per 'Foundation Business Directive 2019-6205-1', any documents produced by SCP-6205 are to be reported to management and then scheduled for implemented as directed by the object. Late fees assessed by the object for a failure to comply can be deducted from the responsible employee's compensation. If financial penalties become unduly burdensome, please schedule a meeting with the 'Accounts Receivable - Internal' team.
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At no time should any Foundation employee knowingly engage in a financial crime of any magnitude while in the course of their duties. Actions taken while outside of staff duties are considered unregulated, however employees are required to make the proper financial disclosures for matters such as gambling.
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OBJECT DESCRIPTION:
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SCP-6205 refers to a pataphysical regulatory entity which has attached itself to the Foundation's financial practices and those associated with said practices. While SCP-6205 demonstrates a level of awareness typically associated with pataphysical entities, this awareness appears to be limited to the domain of finances and accounting, and direct inferences based on this awareness. SCP-6205 is capable of utilizing additional knowledge as granted by access to Foundation internal systems such as employee records, vendor records, and internal and external financial connections.
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Typical manifestations of SCP-6205 include the issuance of internal directives guiding accounting practices, and are predominantly produced via physical document or delivered via phone call. The letterhead on these memos names one of several fictitious departments, such as "Department of Financial Curiosity", "Office of the Benevolent Comptroller", and many more. For a full list of known aliases, see additional file supplements. These memos are signed inconsistently with generic nomenclature and have, to date, made no attempt to impersonate any current or former members of Foundation leadership either in name or authority.
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Note: As of 2017-01-28, the date of SCP-6205's complete integration into Foundation accounting systems, the object has begun signing its communications as "SCP-6205". This is regarded as an affirmation of containment and any deviations from this signatory should be immediately reported as Priority-1.
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Behaviors exhibited by SCP-6205 are indistinguishable from non-anomalous accounting except in instances of financial crime, whether those crimes are perpetrated either on behalf of or against the Foundation and its interests.
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ADDENDUM 01: ALLOWANCES
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In the morning hours of 2015-08-20, a Level-2 data analyst was fatally wounded in the parking structure of Site-19. The analyst was shot in the torso three times with 9mm ammunition, consistent with that issued by the Foundation. A ballistic match as well as various forensic evidence collected at the scene was able to connect the homicide with Foundation intelligence analyst Andre Teska, who was arrested by Site-19 security and questioned.
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Agent Teska was able to produce a series of recorded phone-calls which elaborated on their justification for the homicide. The matter was forwarded to Internal Affairs for consideration, and relevant records have been appended to this document as a reflection of the object's history.
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[INCOMING CALL 2015-08-08 19:13:17]
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Teska: Okay, yeah, thanks for waiting. This call is being recorded now.
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SCP-6205: That's okay, sir. I am recording too. For my records.
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Teska: Can you go ahead and repeat that please? The thing you said before.
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SCP-6205: Certainly…
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Teska: …Well?
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SCP-6205: Agent Teska, it's come to our attention that you're claiming deductions for the costs associated with your personal firearm. And while that's perfectly fine, you have to be able to prove that the handgun is an ordinary and necessary expense for your line of work.
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Teska: So your call here is to tell me that you do not think a handgun is an ordinary or necessary expense in this line of work?
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SCP-6205: As an intelligence analyst, sir? You're a desk jockey. You can't j—
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Teska:I told you, I'm training for the field exam.
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SCP-6205: And that's great sir. We're really happy for you, truly. But that's not your job. Not now.
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Teska: So what do you want from me?
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SCP-6205: Well you have two choices, sir.
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Teska: And those are?
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SCP-6205: You can either submit paperwork to pay back those deductions…
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Teska: …Okay, I'll bite. What is the 'Or'?
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SCP-6205: Or promote yourself by fiat.
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Teska: I don't follow.
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SCP-6205: Promote yourself, sir. Do something that's unquestioningly field work in order to justify the expense. Create an emergent need.
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Teska: I'll think about it. Give me your supervisors name. I am going to follow up on this.
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SCP-6205: I am going to give you seven days to comply, sir.
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Teska: That's not how this—
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[INCOMING CALL 2015-08-15 21:43:50]
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Teska: Hello?
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SCP-6205: Good evening, sir. How are we today?
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Teska: Shit, I recognize your voice. You actually called back?
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SCP-6205: Of course, sir. I take business expenses very seriously. I said seven days and, well, here we are. (Soft chuckling)
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Teska:(Laughter repeated in mocking tone) Yeah sure enough, here we are. What did you want me to do again? Promote myself?
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SCP-6205: That's right, sir. We have to justify that business expense. Are you ready to do what is necessary?
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Teska: My field exam is in something like 57 days. That will be my opportunity to 'justify' this expense.
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SCP-6205: I love that you have a plan, but unfortunately, that time frame is really going to be a problem. We're already noticed the error, so it needs to be fixed on this month's books in order for me to avoid reporting it.
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Teska: …Reporting it? Are you fucking threatening me?
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SCP-6205: No sir, this is just basic accounting. If we don't resolve this misappropriation then it'll appear on next month's sheets as an outstanding item. You wouldn't want that, would you? To make extra work for your friends up in Payroll?
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Teska: Yeah wouldn't want to inconvenience you good folks up there.
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SCP-6205: That felt a little sarcastic, sir.
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Teska: It was.
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SCP-6205: Well I can fix this myself if you'd prefer.
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Teska: How do you mean?
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SCP-6205: I can justify the expense for you if you'll let me. I'll do 99% of the work for you. Does that sound good?
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Teska: Really weird to not lead with that when you called me before.
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SCP-6205: That's okay, sir. This will all work out.
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Teska: I'm hanging up now.
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SCP-6205: See you soon.
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Call terminates.
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[INCOMING CALL 2015-08-19 18:45:07]
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SCP-6205: Good evening, sir.
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Teska: Why the fuck is someone bound and gagged in my trunk?
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SCP-6205: Excellent timing, Mister Teska. His name is unimportant to you but this is one of your co-workers. He's been embezzling money for the better part of six months but he's going to help make up for it by justifying the maintenance, training, and using of your sidearm.
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Teska: And how can he do that?
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SCP-6205: Shoot him. In the head, of course; Don't be cruel.
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Teska: …What?
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SCP-6205: …My diction is excellent, I know you heard me, sir. Shoot him.
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Teska: I-…h-how could—…
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SCP-6205: Take him out of the boot, throw him to the ground, and shoot him. The restraints I used will not leave any ligature marks, so you can remove them afterwards and dispose of them before you call this in. Perfectly explainable as self-defense.
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Teska: You can't-…I…You want me to fucking kill this guy in cold blood?
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SCP-6205: No, sir. This is a justifiable homicide.
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Teska: H-How? What did he do?
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SCP-6205: He embezzled, sir.
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Teska: How much?
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SCP-6205: Does it really matter?
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Teska:How much?
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SCP-6205: Approximately $13,000 USD over sixth months. In order to pay for a surgical procedure for his dog.
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Teska: You want me to take a human life over 13 grand? And then kill the dog too by denying it surgery?
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SCP-6205: Don't worry. The dog has already had the surgery and made a full recovery. That's why it's too late for this analyst. There's no going back. It was last fiscal year.
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Teska: And that deserves murder?
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SCP-6205: Oh, so now we're drawing ethical lines? You'll improperly deduct expenses but you won't do this? It's not murder, it's criminal justice.
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Teska: Apples to fucking oranges, cunt.
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SCP-6205: Agree to disagree. This is your only choice if you want to avoid having the same thing happen to you the next time I need the books to balance. And sir? That was a threat. If you get blood on you during the course of this exercise, you can definitely go get dry cleaning. We can write that off too. I'm going to need you to save your receipts, though.
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ADDENDUM 02: REPORTS OF FRAUD
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The following call record began on 2016-05-11. As the first event was regarded as non-anomalous and the record was discarded before the investigation was opened, it has been reconstructed per the testimony of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates. Any persons with additional details or records pertaining to these events are encouraged to contact their section leadership as soon as they may safely so do.
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The following record is from an inter-site phone call. The destination number is the desk of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates; the originating number is assigned to a phone in the human resources office of Site-17.
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Eates: This is Doctor Eates, go ahead.
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SCP-6205: Good morning, sir.
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Eates: …Yes, hi there. What is this call about?
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SCP-6205: I'm calling from the fraud department.
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Eates: How did you get this number? I didn't even know we had a—
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SCP-6205: It's an internal call, sir, I just looked you up in the directory. I was reviewing recent purchase orders and we were curious if you had used your Foundation issued credit card in order to buy two high-performance racing bikes in Tallahassee, Florida?
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Eates: N-no. What? That's ridiculous. That was definitely not me. I'm nowhere near Tallahassee. I haven't even been to Florida in like…at least four years.
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SCP-6205: I didn't think so, sir. Thank you for confirming. We'll deal with this right away.
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Eates: You too…Say, what was your name again?
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SCP-6205: Have a nice day, sir.
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The following phone record was initiated by Dr. Eates from his desk at Site-19, using the 'call back' feature. The destination address routed to the Site-11 Director's Office.
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SCP-6205: Thank you for calling the fraud department. How can I be of assistance today, Doctor Eates?
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Eates: W-…hello. Um, I received a call from you guys a few days ago about my card being used to buy some bikes.
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SCP-6205: Yes, I recall that conversation. Is everything okay, sir? More charges you've noticed?
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Eates: No, nothing like that. I'm just wondering what a high-performance racing bike is doing in my office? I said I didn't buy this and I wasn't kidding.
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SCP-6205: I know, sir. I told you we'd take care of it. We were able to write the theft off as a loss.
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Eates: Okay but that doesn't explain why I have a bike in my office…
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SCP-6205: I understand, sir.
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Eates: So are you going to tell me why or…?
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SCP-6205: We already wrote the bikes off as a loss via theft, but we were still able to recover the items. Unfortunately one of the bikes was destroyed in recovery, and the one in your office is now formally a 'refurb', after suffering damage, so it's technically a totally new item which we already bought.
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Eates: What kind of damage?
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SCP-6205: Turns out that some bones are stronger than an aluminum bike frame, sir.
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Eates: W-what?
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SCP-6205: Have a good day, sir. Enjoy your bike I recommend using it to commute to work.
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The following recorded phone call takes place approximately four weeks after the previous. The destination number is the desk of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates, the originating number is assigned to a phone in the Overwatch Command Control Room at Site-01.
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Eates: H-hello? This is Doctor Eates.
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SCP-6205: Hi sir. This is the fraud department.
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Eates: Do you mind explaining how you got an Overwatch number?
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SCP-6205: We didn't, sir. It's just a quirk of the routing.
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Eates: Uh, I'm not sure what to say to that. What do you want?
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SCP-6205: …Just checking how lunch was in Prague yesterday, sir.
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Eates: What? I haven't been out of the country in like two years.
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SCP-6205: I know, sir. I was just trying to bring some levity to a very serious financial crime.
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Eates: I can tell, I can basically hear your smile on the other end.
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SCP-6205: Thank you, Doctor Eates. I'll just go ahead and take care of those responsible.
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Eates: I don't suppose lunch is going to show up in a couple day or something, huh?
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SCP-6205: No sir. I don't think you'll be wanting to eat this.
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Eates: Why is that?
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The following recorded phone call takes place approximately two weeks after the previous. The destination number is the desk of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates, the originating number is assigned to an unlisted phone at Site-5.
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Eates: How the fuck are you getting these numbers?
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SCP-6205: Whoa, hello to you too, sir. (Soft laughter)
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Eates: What do you want?
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SCP-6205: Doctor Eates, I am calling from the fraud department and I just wanted to ask you if your wife and children all wear men's XXL sweaters?
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Eates: …What did you just say?
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SCP-6205: Your family, sir. Do they all wear the same sized sweaters? Because I am looking at a purchase order for twelve, XXL Christmas sweaters that are, I must say, exceedingly repulsive. Just wondering if that was you or not? The purchaser filled in your shipping address but they could just have made a mistake, or they might be watching the address for the boxes to swipe them later.
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Eates:How does this keep happening?
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SCP-6205: It's difficult to say sir, we're deciding whether or not to put a forensic accountant on this but the cost analysis hasn't come back yet. So was that a 'no' then to the sweaters?
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Eates: Why do you know about my family?
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SCP-6205: It's right here, sir. In your employee file. You file your taxes as married and claim two child dependents. Both your children and your spouse are also named beneficiaries on your policies, are all on your emergency contacts list, et cetera. I could go on but I think I've established my more than thorough good faith reason for having access to this information.
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Eates: …Y-yeah. I'd say you have. It's just. This is weird, you know that right? That this keeps happening to me? I'm not that cavalier with this card but it seems to keep getting stolen.
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SCP-6205: I agree, Doctor Eates. And I must say that it's especially heinous that your family has been involved. They are truly lovely and don't deserve to be put in the cross-hairs of criminal activity like this. I just need you to say that it wasn't you. So I can take care of the problem.
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Eates: Why? What are you going to do?
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SCP-6205: Come on, sir. Just say it. Let's make this easy.
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Eates: N-no. I-it was me. I ordered the sweaters.
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SCP-6205: Oh. That's interesting to hear.
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Eates: Y-yeah. We're having a 'Christmas in July' party. Oversized and ugly, you know how it is. (Nervous laughter.)
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SCP-6205: I can't say I do sir. That's just very strange to hear. Are you sure this wasn't you? The IP address on the order came from Guatemala, and the feed on the webcam confirmed via MAC address at that destination sure doesn't look much like you. You wouldn't be lying to me, would you sir?
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Eates: N-..No. I can't imagine any reason I'd have to gain from lying to you.
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SCP-6205: Neither can I, sir. Are you sure? Am I really going to have to make some kind of a bigger deal out of this? Why are you protecting these guys? Won't these sweaters make your family itchy?
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Eates:(Sighs) I just…I don't want anything bad to happen to anyone. So if you could just cancel the purchase, reverse the charges or whatever, and reissue me a new card that would be great. Nothing weird, I don't want any new sweaters or anything, I just want my card canceled, then reissued, and then for this to go away. Clear?
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SCP-6205: So you did not order the sweaters?
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Eates: No, I did not order the sweaters.
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SCP-6205: Good. I didn't think so.
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Eates: What the fuck was that?
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SCP-6205: You have a good say, sir. Your family is safe.
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ADDENDUM 03: BUDGETARY CONSTRAINTS
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The following O5 Council meeting segment was approved for declassification and appended to this document. It was taken from a joint session with numerous department heads invited to offer evidence concerning the interference of SCP-6205 in daily operations. Review of collected evidence, recommendation for containment, and other exploitative risks were discussed in other redacted portions of the meeting. The full minutes are available to personnel with Level-4 clearance or greater.
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Payroll Dir.: Alright, so turning to page 14 you can see that there are a number of red-line items. Page 15 contains a significant number more. And page 16, 17, and so on. All the way to page 28 where we run out of departments on this report.
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O5-4: Okay I'll ask the obvious question, what are these red-line items?
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Payroll Dir.: Those are clear misappropriations which were both incorrectly entered and not caught by human review. Mistakes. Mistakes which SCP-6205 caught and reported in a timely manner. And did so without any HR issues like throwing colleagues under the bus in a meeting. Frankly it's been really helpful in justifying additional training as well as requests for additional positions for a number of departments.
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O5-7: How are they coming into this knowledge? At no part of this presentation has that actually been made clear to me.
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Accounts Payable: If I may, ma'am? We simply don't know, but their work is easily validated. The things they are red-lining all get checked by multiple people and they are right.
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O5-11: Is everything they do reactive like this? As in, just error checking?
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Payroll Dir.: No, sir. A few months ago they began issuing memorandum every month or so reminding staff of various SOP's. Some of which are GAAP1 and some of which are Foundation internal procedures. If they actually worked for me, I'd be making them a section head this next promotion cycle.
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O5-1: Well why don't we have them do that? Can we extend a job offer?
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HR Dir.: I don't know that we're going to be able to assemble a benefits package they will find…attractive.
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O5-1: Something in particular make you say that?
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O5-10: I guess we're done here then. Should we order some lunch?
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Payroll Dir.: A-actually, ma'am. I would recommend against that.
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O5-1: Why is that?
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Payroll Dir.: Well in light of who we were just talking about…if you were going to expense that lunch, we really should have ordered it during the meeting.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6246 is uncontained, though its containment priority remains low. Sightings are to be disregarded as hoaxes and the use of other disinformation protocols or amnestics are permitted should they become necessary.
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Description: SCP-6246 is an unidentified entity, presumed human, whose head is constantly enveloped by flames. The flames appear to burn indefinitely without an identified fuel source. Despite this, the individual remains unharmed and shows indifference to the fire's presence. At no point has it been sighted without this defining feature which heavily obscures its face, preventing identification. SCP-6246 is responsive to external stimuli, aside from the flames, and is non-hostile.
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SCP-6246 is of average height, approximately 1.8 metres tall, and is usually seen wearing a coat and cargo pants. However, variations in its attire have been noted throughout all of its manifestations.
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The entity manifests via teleportation. Following their arrival at a location, SCP-6246 will remain at the site, usually unmoving, for approximately 10-20 minutes before demanifesting. Any other anomalous properties SCP-6246 may possess are unknown.
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No discerning correlation has been identified between the locations in which it has been sighted, though a noted detail between all these locations includes their remoteness to human habitation alongside low levels of pollution. Further details have yet to be identified.
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Addendum 6246.1 — DISCOVERY: SCP-6246 was not initially recognised as an anomaly and was thought to be an urban legend due to the majority of sightings being reported on Parawatch.net, a popular site with a userbase focusing on speculating the existence of anomalous phenomena.
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Though initially disregarded as a hoax, SCP-6246's existence was later confirmed once a Foundation agent, Finley Moss, encountered the anomaly while on duty.
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Moss is driving alone on a road with fields on either side. He continues driving for some time until he notices a pillar of smoke in the distance.
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He slows down, observing the rising smoke. Moss looks down at his watch and then stops the car at the edge of the road. He gets out and climbs over a wire fence to investigate the source and enters the field.
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As Moss moves further in, pushing aside the tall grass, a clearing comes into view. An individual (SCP-6246) remains standing in the centre wearing a brown coat and beige cargo pants. It is alone in the small clearing, with its hands in its coat's pockets.
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Moss notices the entity's head aflame, alongside its unresponsive attitude, and retreats several steps. He pulls out his pistol, press checks it, and slowly walks out into the clearing. Agent Moss' aim is held on the entity as he moves forward, enough to see the front of its head. Its face is obscured by the flames. It makes no response to Moss.
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Moss remains in this stance for several minutes, unmoving, but eventually lowers his pistol.
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SCP-6246: Was wondering when you'd put it down.
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The wind picks up and the tall grass around the two waves. The flames on the entity's head flicker and crack.
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SCP-6246: Nice breeze, don't you think?
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Moss hesitates.
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Agent Moss: Yeah. I— It's nice. It's cool.
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The two stare into the distance. The wind calms.
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As the evening gets darker, the sound of insects chirping rises. The wind picks up again and the grass rustles. The branches of trees in the distance do too.
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SCP-6246: Well, you've been standing with me for a while. What's your name?
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Agent Moss: Oh, Finley. That's my name.
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SCP-6246: So, what are you up to here?
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Agent Moss: What?
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SCP-6246: Well, you came to me now, didn't you?
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Agent Moss: Oh, yeah, uh, I did.
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SCP-6246: Why?
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Agent Moss: I, uh, had some time on my hands, and I thought I might take a look to see if it's a fire, you know. And then I saw you.
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SCP-6246: Mhm.
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There is a pause between the two.
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The sky, previously clear, now has a single large cloud moving across it. The moon has come up, though is faint since there is still light. The cloud slowly drifts towards it.
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Agent Moss: So, uh, what about you?
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The entity raises its head and looks up at the moon, soon to be obscured by the cloud. Several moos are heard. Agent Moss looks around, though is unable to identify the source.
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SCP-6246: I like seeing views like this. Listening to them. Feeling them. Special ones like these.
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The wind rushes once more. A mosquito lands on the back of Moss' hand. He flicks it away.
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The entity scratches its neck.
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SCP-6246: There are lovely moments everywhere. Perfect ones. Anywhere and where ever, you'll always find them. They'll always happen.
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The sun has almost set and now the flame on the entity's head mostly illuminates the darkness.
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SCP-6246: I like travelling to those places. The places where they happen.
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Agent Moss: So that's why you're out here?
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SCP-6246: I want to see them all. Feel them all. Smell them all. Even taste them if I could! Hah! Though, sadly, they only ever happen once. And sometimes, I'm not even there to see them in their glory.
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Another moo is heard. The sun has finally set, leaving only an orange glow from below the horizon.
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SCP-6246: What'd you think of it?
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There is a pause from Moss.
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Agent Moss: I thought it was beautiful.
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The chirping of crickets is now loudest. Bats fly above, clicking.
Special Containment Procedures: MTF Mu-5 ("Secret Shoppers") is tasked with monitoring the Lynchburg, Virginia and Minneapolis, Minnesota areas for further appearances of SCP-6331. All recovered containers are to be kept in Safe Storage at Site-22.
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Update 09/10/2018: SCP-6331-A is to be held in a low-security humanoid containment cell. Subject is considered non-threatening and should be treated cordially to maintain tractability.
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The vehicle driven by SCP-6331-A has been placed in Anomalous Vehicle Storage. The instance of SCP-6331-1 printed on it is to be interviewed at the research team's earliest opportunity.
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Containers of SCP-6331-2 are housed in the same storage facility as SCP-6331. Usage of SCP-6331-2 by personnel requires authorization by the Head Researcher.
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Update 11/10/2018: SCP-6331-A has been transferred to a medium-security humanoid containment cell and is to be kept gagged when not being interrogated, despite physiological disparities that would suggest vocal restraint being ineffective. All personnel conducting interrogation of SCP-6331-A must wear Embol-Class cognitohazard-screening earphones.
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SCP-6331-2 has been moved to a separate Safe Storage facility from SCP-6331, per Ethics Committee order to maintain the morale of SCP-6331-1.
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Investigation into GoI-331 ("Soft Hands®") is ongoing.
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Description: SCP-6331 refers to a pinkish water-in-oil emulsion, held in containers labelled "Smile Cream™". While none of the ingredients listed upon containers of SCP-6331 are inherently anomalous, when applied to the face, SCP-6331 induces muscle rictus over the course of the next 3 minutes. This effectively forces a user to smile, typically to a degree that impedes use of the mouth. This effect lasts for a minimum of 1 hour, but has been recorded to extend anywhere from 3 to 49 hours1. There is no apparent correlation between length of time of this effect and amount of SCP-6331 used.
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When used on any other external body part, SCP-6331 produces no unusual effect, and has been described by test subjects as "oily" and "unpleasant". The sole exception to this is use on the hands, where SCP-6331 functions as an effective moisturizing lotion, protecting the skin from minor environmental damage and healing cracks over weeks of consistent use.
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SCP-6331-1 is the designation for the cartoon of an anthropomorphic flower printed on each container of SCP-6331. When any number of containers of SCP-6331 are left in a room with a single subject, SCP-6331-1 will animate and begin to talk with the subject in a high-pitched voice. Conversations are typically steered towards exhorting the subject to be more happy, as well as advertising SCP-6331.
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Multiple instances of SCP-6331-1 in the same room are capable of carrying on separate, simultaneous conversations, often to the detriment of intelligibility. Questioning has determined that individual instances of SCP-6331-1 function independently, but are capable of sharing memories with one another. Notably, the speech of SCP-6331-1 instances will synchronize when they are talking about SCP-6331.
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SCP-6331-1 self-identifies as male and says its name is "Daisy". Individual instances refer to each other as "brothers".
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Discovery and Initial Containment: SCP-6331 was first identified while being sold in Food Lion stores in and around Lynchburg, Virginia, USA after an increased number of customer complaints via the company's online and telephone contact lines. Cover Protocol 145-Ekwensu2 was enacted and MTF Mu-5 dispatched to retrieve all containers of SCP-6331 and administer amnestics to individuals who purchased it, as well as store employees.
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In an interview, a store manager claimed to have no idea where SCP-6331 came from, as no shipment thereof had been logged by their receiving department. Despite this discrepancy, barcodes present on the packaging were able to be scanned appropriately via the store's electronic point-of-sale system.
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Monitoring of Food Lion stores in the state of Virginia has discovered no further instances of SCP-6331 appearing on shelves.
Interviewed: A single instance of SCP-6331-1, printed on a container of SCP-6331
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Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney, Lead Interviewer, SCP-6331
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<Begin Log, 08:51>
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SCP-6331-1: Good morning, Doctor Mulvaney!
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Dr. Mulvaney:[chuckles] Good morning, Daisy. How are you today?
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SCP-6331-1: Why, I'm just swell, Doctor! Smile Cream™ always keeps my face smiling, and smiling faces make people happy!3
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Dr. Mulvaney: That's wonderful to hear! Your smiling face always makes me want to smile.
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SCP-6331-1: Aw, shucks, Doc. [blushes turns away from the interviewer, holding its hands behind its back] It's just such a gosh-darn pleasure to bring a little more joy into the world, you know?
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Dr. Mulvaney: That it is, Daisy, that it is. Say, do you mind if I ask you a few questions today?
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SCP-6331-1: Not at all, Doc! I figured that's why you brought me in here, after all.
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Dr. Mulvaney: You're one smart cookie. [laughs] So, the thing on my mind today, is I was wondering how you and all your brothers arrived at that grocery store where we found you. The funniest thing is, no one seems to remember when or how you got there!
Dr. Mulvaney: A delivery driver? With, say, a big rig semi truck?
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SCP-6331-1: Oh, no, of course not. Happy Faces® only employs a single Happy Delivery™ van. Happy Faces®! Keeping faces happy since one-oh-nine-nine-three-five-four-niner!4
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SCP-6331-1: It's a pretty neat gig, too. I have a brother who works on that van, you know? He gets to see all the sights while Smile Cream™ is out being delivered to sad faces who need a Happy Boost™!
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Dr. Mulvaney: You don't say? We'll have to keep an eye out for him, so we can say hello.
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SCP-6331-1: Oh, sure! He's real big, you can't miss him!
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Dr. Mulvaney: Do you ever envy him, getting to see all those sights and so forth?
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SCP-6331-1: Oh, I could never be envious! After all, I have the most important job at Happy Faces®!
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Dr. Mulvaney: Yes, yes. Making sure all the frowny faces in the world get the Smile Cream they deserve, isn't that right?
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SCP-6331-1: You got it in one! [snaps fingers] Play your cards right, Doc, and maybe you'll be selling Smile Cream™ one day!
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Dr. Mulvaney:[chuckles] Ohh, no fear of that, I'm sure. You're the real talent here. Your job's safe from me.
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SCP-6331-1 doubles over and laughs uproariously, its face growing increasingly redder. After 40 seconds, SCP-6331-1 finally ceases laughter and wipes tears from its eyes.
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SCP-6331-1: Oh, Doctor! You're such a card! You really give me a reason to smile! And so I use Smile Cream™ for all the other times! Smile Cream™! Because faces in need deserve to smile!
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<End Log, 09:03>
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Update 09/10/2018
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On 09/10/2018, Foundation agents tracking SCP-████ activity in the Minneapolis metro area alerted Site-22 command about a possible SCP-6331 containment breach.
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A delivery van bearing an image of SCP-6331-1 on the side was spotted by numerous civilians driving aimlessly through the city streets. A real-time disinformation campaign was started in earnest to get ahead of social media posting, while MTF Kappa-90 ("Bastard Cops") was deployed to apprehend the vehicle and driver.
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The driver, designated SCP-6331-A, was unexpectedly cooperative with MTF agents, stating it had been attempting to locate a Foundation Site without success for over a week. Agents guided the entity to a Foundation safehouse, whereupon it and its vehicle were taken into custody.
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SCP-6331-A is a humanoid, 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned and with a thin build, wearing a uniform consisting of overalls, boots, t-shirt and ball cap, the latter two bearing an image of SCP-6331-15 The entity's most notable feature is the smooth plane of skin present where its facial features should be. Despite lacking eyes, ears, nose and mouth, the entity is capable of sight, hearing, speech and olfaction. It has stated it "no longer" needs to eat.
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SCP-6331-A's arms terminate just below the wrist, with smooth, rounded skin covering the ends. Again, despite this deformity, SCP-6331-A demonstrates considerably more ease manipulating objects than would be expected from a baseline amputee or individual with congenital limb defects.
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The van being driven by SCP-6331-A contained 35 cases of a variation of SCP-6331, termed SCP-6331-2, with a similar ingredient list and near identical chemical properties. Of note, the phrase "New And Improved!" features prominently on the packaging.
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SCP-6331-2 lacks SCP-6331's muscular rigor effect, and instead causes the mouth to form into a slight smile while the face is relaxed. This effect lasts upwards of 8 hours per application. The cream has been described as "fragrant" and "pleasant to use".
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Instances of SCP-6331-1 printed on these containers and on the van have been noted to be significantly less animated and conversant than previous instances, displaying simple, repetitive movements and vocalizations limited to advertising SCP-6331-2.
Interviewer: Dr. Gloria Sanborn, Site-22 Researcher
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Foreword: Interview took place on 09/10/2018 in Interview Room 2A at Site-22. Dr. Harry Maimone, SCP-6331 Head Researcher, and Junior Researcher James Barnard were observing.
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<Begin Log, 14:21>
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Dr. Sanborn: All right, SCP-6331-A, you seem eager to please, so let's start at the beginning.
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SCP-6331-A: Sure, but, uh, I'm sorry, that's not my name.
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Dr. Sanborn: Oh? What do I call you, then?
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SCP-6331-A: Larry.
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Dr. Sanborn: Larry. All right. Is that short for Lawrence?
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SCP-6331-A: No. Lariola.
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Dr. Sanborn: Uh. Right. Anyway, from the beginning. Can you tell us where you were expecting to take your shipment of [checks notes] Smile Cream?
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SCP-6331-A: I was told to deliver it to the Foundation. Like, any Foundation site. Unfortunately, the directions they gave me were junk, and I just could not find you guys no matter what I tried. I was real thankful your boys showed me the way here.
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Dr. Sanborn: I see. And why—
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SCP-6331-A: Also, you said it wrong.
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Dr. Sanborn: I beg your pardon?
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SCP-6331-A: It's not "Smile Cream." It's "Smile Cream™."6
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Dr. Sanborn: Well, I—
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SCP-6331-A: The higher-ups at Happy Faces® drilled that into my head on day one! They're real concerned about branding, you know?
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Dr. Sanborn: We're getting off topic. Why were you supposed to deliver S— the product to the Foundation?
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SCP-6331-A: Well, it was just supposed to be a regular delivery, you know? Only I overheard one of the sales guys saying something about samples, and another guy said, uh, "I figure those Skippers need to lighten up." Pretty sure that's what it was.
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Dr. Sanborn: All right. What would you have done had we not provided you with an escort to this facility?
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SCP-6331-A: Just keep driving around until I found something, I guess. I don't mean to criticize how you all do business, but you really aren't gonna get many customers if you hide your store fronts like that.
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Dr. Sanborn: I'll, ah, take that into advisement. Now, we have some experience with… Smile Cream before—
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SCP-6331-A shakes its head and produces a clicking sound.
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Dr. Sanborn: But the batch you've brought us seems different. Do you know why this is?
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SCP-6331-A: Oh! Yes, ma'am, I sure do!
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Subject begins rummaging in his uniform pockets. Security in the room moves to subdue, but is held off with a signal from. Dr. Sanborn. SCP-6331-A does not appear to notice this.
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SCP-6331-A: I was actually hoping you'd ask! I get to read my spiel.
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Subject produces and unfolds a piece of paper with indecipherable writing in large font. Subject clears throat.
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SCP-6331-A: "To our friends at the Foundation: Hi! We at Happy Faces®, a subsidiary of Soft Hands®, would like to present you with this gift, from our company to yours! Please enjoy the all-new, improved formula of New And Improved Smile Cream™! It's sure to get all your employees happy and smiling in no time!"
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SCP-6331-A: So what do ya think?
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Dr. Sanborn: Ah, well, that's really most generous of them. I'll make sure that product is enjoyed by as many of our employees as possible.
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SCP-6331-A:[Sighs in relief.] Oh, that's great to hear. Say, not to be a bother, but could I get a glass of water?
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Dr. Sanborn: Um. Yes, that can be arranged.
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Dr. Sanborn signals the observation booth, and JR Barnard is dispatched to fulfill the request.
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SCP-6331-A: Thanks. You're pretty nice, ma'am.
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Dr. Sanborn: We do make an effort to keep our guests comfortable. Speaking of comfort, would you mind telling me about your face and hands?
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SCP-6331-A drops its head and is silent for 30 seconds.
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Dr. Sanborn: I apologize, Larry, if it's a sore topic—
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SCP-6331-A: No, no, that's okay. You folks all have such nice hands and faces, I guess it's natural you'd be curious. Well, uh…
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SCP-6331-A: S-So, I've never had hands. I mean, none of us have. From what I understand, that's why Soft Hands® does what they do. As for my face…
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Subject waves its arm over its face. JR Barnard enters the interview room with a glass of water, which he hands to Dr. Sanborn before leaving again. SCP-6331-A expresses thanks, then spends the rest of the interview not interacting with the water.
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SCP-6331-A: Well, it's like this. Sometimes, when you get into a gig, you have to make a few sacrifices. You know, get up early in the morning, spend all day at work, maybe work overtime if production's high. Stuff like that. So if you get new bosses who say they need your face for a big, important project that's central to their new line of products, well… I'm just a normal bottom-rung delivery guy. Who am I to say no?
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Minute-long pause.
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Dr. Sanborn: Well… That's…
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SCP-6331-A: I mean, it's not like I was using it for anything, right? Who really needs a face, I ask ya? And… I get to see him every time I go out for a delivery, so it's not so bad.
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Dr. Sanborn: "Him?"
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SCP-6331-A: Um. Daisy. The mascot. He's always nearby.
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Dr. Sanborn: I think that's enough for now, Larry.
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SCP-6331-A:[quietly] I hate what they did to him.
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<End Log, 15:02>
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Closing Statement: While SCP-6331-A has been entirely tractable during its containment, attempting to maintain its belief that the Foundation is a business has presented the containment team with unique challenges.
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Addendum 6331.03: Incident 6331.04
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A second interview was conducted with SCP-6331-A on 11/10/2018 under the same circumstances as the previous one. Dr. Sanborn was directed to ask the subject about its place of employment, and gain any information about how to locate or contact either "Happy Faces" or "Soft Hands".
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The subject again proved cooperative. However, when providing the group's address, SCP-6331-A produced an audio cognitohazard which immediately incapacitated Dr. Sanborn, Dr. Maimone and JR Barnard. SCP-6331-A reacted with distress, confusion and numerous apologies.
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Security personnel were stationed outside the interview room, due to SCP-6331-A being assessed as a low threat risk, and so were able to respond quickly to the event. Standard vocal suppression techniques were utilized and proved effective despite SCP-6331-A's lack of mouth.
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Medical personnel were brought in and able to stabilize all three researchers in short order. Drs. Sanborn and Maimone had lost their hands at the wrists, with an appearance similar to that of SCP-6331-A's arms. JR Barnard was affected less severely, as he had returned from a restroom break in the middle of the cognitohazard being spoken. His hands have atrophied, possessing a gangrenous outward appearance.
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Attempts to repair damage and restore blood flow to JR Barnard's hands have made minimal progress but are still ongoing. Analysis of Drs. Sanborn and Maimone revealed that their DNA had been altered in such a way as to remove genetic markers for development of hands and digits, as well as the muscular and vascular structures required to support appendages at the end of the forearm.
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In a followup interview conducted by Dr. Mulvaney, SCP-6331-A stated that it was "just trying to help", that it "had no idea" the effects would occur, and that it was "extremely sorry for hurting anyone". At this point, the Foundation's true nature was revealed to the subject, who accepted increased containment strictures as a justified punishment for its actions. Containment procedures were updated.
Foreword: Interview took place on 12/10/2018 in the Site-22 Hospital Wing, Room 190, after Dr. Sanborn regained consciousness following Incident 6331.04.
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<Begin Log, 15:19>
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Dr. Mulvaney: She's awake, beginning recording. Gloria? How are you feeling?
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Dr. Sanborn: Uh. Terry? I'm all right, I think. Must have been a nasty fall… I… I'm not quite sure what happened.
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Mulvaney: You've been through some changes, so I want to try and prepare you for—
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Dr. Sanborn rubs her face with her right arm stump, then pauses and observes it for 5 seconds.
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Sanborn: Mm.
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Mulvaney: Nevermind, then. We've got our geneticists doing what they can to find a fix, but this is nothing they've ever seen before.
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Sanborn: A fix? [rubs head] I… This is really strange, Terry.
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Mulvaney: How so?
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Sanborn: I obviously used to have hands, once upon a time. [raises arms] I mean, I remember doing a lot of things, a week ago, a month, a year, that you would definitely need fingers to do. And yet…
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Sanborn: I don't remember having them. Not in any of those memories. It's just this. [waves arm] So it's not bothering me.
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Mulvaney: I guess it's good that you're calm, at least.
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Sanborn: Yeah. Yeah, it is.
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Dr. Sanborn taps Dr. Mulvaney on the arm. Dr. Mulvaney flinches away.
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Sanborn: Go get those Smile Cream™ bastards for me, Terry, won't you?
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Mulvaney: Uh.
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<End Log, 15:30>
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Closing Statement: Paralinguistic instance noted. Dr. Maimone displayed similar vocal ability and an equally equanimitable reaction to losing his hands. Observation and rehabilitation efforts are underway. Both subjects are completely adept at utilizing their wrists to manipulate objects, though typing remains a challenge, and all three have been placed on medical leave for the time being.
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Addendum 6331.05: First Interview with SCP-6331-1.2, 12/10/2018
Interviewed: The variant of SCP-6331-1 printed on SCP-6331-A's delivery van, designated SCP-6331-1.2.
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Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney
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<Begin Log, 15:19>
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Dr. Mulvaney: No time for pleasantries, I'm afraid, I need to get straight to the questions today, if you don't mind.
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SCP-6331-1.2: Good morning, Future Smiler™. Why not start your day right with New And Improved Smile Cream™, now from Happy Faces®.
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Dr. Mulvaney: Of course. I want to know what happened to my people and how we can fix them. Your driver's no help, so you're my only other source of information.
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SCP-6331-1.2: Frowny faces choose New And Improved Smile Cream™ to help them smile. Try some today!
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Dr. Mulvaney: Daisy, are you even listening to me? How do we get their hands back?
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SCP-6331-1.2: Try New And Improved Smile Cream™ for that effortless smile that lasts all day long.
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Dr. Mulvaney: I… Do you know who I am?
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SCP-6331-1.2 looks over at Dr. Mulvaney, the first time its eyes have moved during containment. After three seconds, it returns to its default posture.
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SCP-6331-1.2: You're a Future Smiler™, ready to take their first step to a happier future with New and Improved Smile Cream™. New And Improved Smile Cream™: Have a happier smile today.
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Dr. Mulvaney: Oh my god. What happened to you?
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SCP-6331-1.2: How do I keep happy and smiling, you ask? Why, with New And Improved Smile Cream™. On sale now, at retailers in your dimension.
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<End Log, 15:25>
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Closing Statement: A followup interview with both an instance of SCP-6331-1 and an instance of SCP-6331-1.2 printed on a container demonstrated that SCP-6331-1.2 is not linked to the collective consciousness of SCP-6331-1.
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SCP-6331-1 also expressed dismay and a general distrust of SCP-6331-1.2, and has been significantly less upbeat in subsequent interviews. Neither SCP-6331-1 nor SCP-6331-1.2 have been able to provide any information on the circumstances of Incident 6331.04.
Drs. Sanborn and Maimone are present in Room 180, undergoing scheduled medical therapy and testing as part of their recovery following Incident 6331.04
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13:36
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Alarms sound as a containment breach in the Site-22 Keter Wing activates site-wide lockdown protocols. Subjects in Room 180 take shelter per standard breach procedure.
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13:47
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Containment breach spills over into Safe Wing. Able-bodied personnel in Room 180 attempt to repel SCP-████ drones. Materials at hand insufficient, and personnel are assimilated.
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13:49
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As this is ongoing, SCP-6331-A enters Room 180.7 Subject converses with Drs. Sanborn and Maimone while shielding them from attack by converted personnel.
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13:53
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SCP-████ drones are repelled from Room 180 as responding recontainment personnel sweep through the area. Non-converted personnel and SCP-6331-A are ignored for unknown reasons. Earlier conversation continues.
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Dr. Maimone lifts a pen between his arms and uses it to key a security override in Room 180. Further footage lost.
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After the all-clear was sounded, SCP-6331-A's absence from its containment cell was noted. Discovery of security camera tampering led to a search of Room 180. The following hand-written document was found:
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Dear Foundation,
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Though we appreciate your attempts to undo the changes, it's become clear to us that we don't really fit in here anymore. Living Unhanded in a Handed world is just too painful, no one really understands, least of all us, and the mismatched memories don't help any.
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Larry is very concerned about being reprimanded by his superiors for his actions here, so he is returning to his place of employment and has offered to take us with him. Whether we end up working for Happy Faces®, Soft Hands® or some other entity out there, know that we are optimistic about finding our true purposes elsewhere.
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Dr. Sanborn is preparing an amnestic regimen as I write this, so you won't have to worry about any intel leaking once we're gone. I'm sorry we're leaving on such short notice, but Gloria and I have been discussing this for a few days, and now seemed like the right time to go.
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Keep on Securing, Containing and Protecting™. We still think the work you do is important.
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Sincerely,
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Dr. Harold B. Maimone
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Handwriting matches that of Dr. Maimone. Alongside the note were three spent Class-C amnestic applicators.
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The van previously driven by SCP-6331-A was discovered missing from storage. Neither Dr. Maimone, Dr. Sanborn nor SCP-6331-A have been seen since.
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Containment Procedures:
+SCP-6357 is contained in a high-strength humanoid containment chamber. The entrance to the containment chamber consists of a BSL-41 hermetically sealed airlock and biological decontamination chamber. Personnel are to inspect the containment chamber regularly for signs of damage or leaks in the airlock seals. SCP-6357 is not allowed direct contact with living organisms.
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Standard human meals are to be provided to SCP-6357 four times a day with nutrition supplements prescribed by an on-site nutritionist, however once a week a fresh large animal carcass is to be provided.
+
+Revised Containment Procedures -25/6/2019
+SCP-6357 is currently uncontained and its exact location unknown.
+
Foundation affiliates in the healthcare and biomedical fields are to propagate and later maintain the paradigm that advancements in medical science will lead to the increase of life and health spans, as well as immunity of humanity, in the future. A large-scale disinformation campaign will be carried out to reinforce mainstream awareness of this paradigm.
+
Field operatives are to investigate incidents of attacks on livestock and witness accounts of SCP-6357 to determine its location. These cases are to be attributed to other causes and footage is to be confiscated or declared as hoaxes, and amnestics provided to the witnesses.
+
Standard biohazard procedures are to be used when dealing with SCP-6357-1A. Destruction of the material is advised.
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If encountered, personnel are ordered to avoid all contact with SCP-6357 and report its location.
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The Narendran test will be implemented in the blood test as part of Foundation mandatory pre-employment screening.
+
Description:
+SCP-6357 is a shape-shifting entity consisting of cells similar to normal animal cells, with little to no presence of senescence2; and enhanced regenerative properties. The entity is also immune to all known diseases.
+
These traits come at the cost of SCP-6357 needing a disproportionately high level of sustenance compared to the size of its form. SCP-6357 can obtain sustenance through the consumption of prepared food, but also has a tendency to hunt and scavenge when food is not available.
+
SCP-6357 will deviate from its form to become a red mist-like mass to hunt or scavenge. In this form, SCP-6357 can pass through any barrier with openings or pores more than 1μm in diameter.
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Once the mass is in contact with the prey, it encompasses the body and strips organic tissue and nutrients from the host leaving behind only a husk of bone and hair. The entity has also been witnessed producing tendrils to aid in the feeding process. This can be done to multiple prey simultaneously. Once sated, SCP-6357 reverts to its original form.
+
Addendum 1: Discovery
+The Foundation had been alerted to anomalous activity in South Asia3 through the Anomalous Signature Recognition Program (A.S.R.P) in 1995. Multiple livestock killings, as well as body-snatching4 incidents in burial grounds and mortuaries throughout the region, were reported. The skeletons and hair were the only remains recovered in all cases.
+
Witnesses of incidents in rural areas have described a red mist similar to an insect swarm approaching the animals before disappearing from the scene after some time. Based on the widespread yet endemic nature of and the time frame between the cases, the entity appears to live a nomadic lifestyle.
+
In 2007, reports of anomalous activity in North Korea were brought to the Foundation's attention, providing significant insight into the origin and behavior of SCP-6357. These reports described a large canid creature, dubbed the Hellhound, attacking Korean People's Army troops in forest regions. MTF Eta-3 "Night Phantoms" were deployed in response.
+
While investigating these reports, Eta-3 narrowed down SCP-6357's location to the forests of North Hamgyong, before it evaded capture. At the scene of their last encounter with SCP-6357, a tattered dog collar was left behind and later identified as one used for Military Working Dogs of the K.P.A.
+
Later, Eta-6 learned of an ongoing manhunt for two dog handlers who had supposedly deserted. Upon deliberation by MTF headquarters, Eta-3 was ordered to locate these deserters before the North Korean Government could.
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On 6/2/2007, the two soldiers were located in a small village and taken into custody. The following is the interrogation of the men at a Foundation safe house:
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+
Interviewed: [Detainee A and B, names withheld]
+
Interviewer: [Agent Jeon]
+
Foreword: [The soldiers were escorted to an MTF safehouse. The interview was conducted in Korean, translated for convenience]
+
<Begin Log>
+
+Detainee A: I would like to say, thank you. May I ask whom do you work for?
+
Agent Jeon: Doesn't matter. All you have to know is that we will provide you safe passage to South Korea, in exchange for information.
+
Detainee B: How do we trust you?
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Agent Jeon: Well we could easily hand you over to the authorities, but we did not. You are a potential asset for us, so just answer these questions and we will help you seek asylum. Am I clear?
+
(Detainee B remains silent for a moment before nodding.)
+
Agent Jeon: Good! Do you know anything about the Hellhound?
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Detainee B: Of course! That monster has been killing our men like it's nothing. We make sure we're not in the forest every chance we get.
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Agent Jeon: When our team attacked the creature, it dropped this.
+
(Agent Jeon places an evidence bag with a torn dog collar in it on the table.)
+
Agent Jeon: Recognise this?
+
Detainee B:(Examines the collar then turns to Detainee A) Dal?!…It.. no…It makes sense…he…
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Agent Jeon: What makes sense?
+
Detainee A:(Silence, then turns to interviewer) We were dog handlers, along with our colleague. Dal was the name of his dog. One day, Dal started acting weirdly, like he was mad. Lt. Kang, our colleague…he tried to control Dal. Thing is, the dog bit him and ran off. We tried to chase him but he disappeared into the forest.
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Agent Jeon: When was this?
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Detainee B: Two…three months ago.
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Agent Jeon: How are you so sure that it became the Hellhound?
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Detainee B: Dal would never turn on his owner, and Kang… he got treatment and seemed fine. Then the three of us went on holiday. We stayed at an inn at Kaesong. That's where the problem started.
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Agent Jeon: Problem?
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Detainee B: That night, we woke up to some groaning coming from the bathroom. We saw that he was not in his bed.
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Detainee A: I thought it was something to do with the dog bite, so we went to check on him. He sounded bad so we tried opening the door. It was locked, so we bashed it down. Then we saw him.
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Agent Jeon: Continue.
+
(The two men exchanged looks and remained silent.)
+
Agent Jeon: What happened in that bathroom?
+
Detainee A: He…he was…
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Detainee B: He was very…wrong.
+
+Agent Jeon: What do you mean by "very wrong"?
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Detainee B: I have seen sick people sir, but not that sick! He was contorted on the floor and had these bumps growing on his chest. And his face was….was…
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Agent Jeon: You mean disfigured?
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Detainee A: No, Sir. It was not his face! It was like his face was being replaced by another face, growing from one side to the other.
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Agent Jeon: Then what happened?
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Detainee A: He saw us and jumped out the window. We looked out to see him scramble into the forest. After some time, we reported to our superiors.
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Detainee B: Now we are being hunted. That damn dog gave him something! And they know it!
+
+<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: [The two soldiers were administered Class C amnestics and arrangements were made to send them to Hanawon5.]
+
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Suspecting an infectious agent was at play, the Foundation began to investigate further.
+
The Foundation would later receive a file from an anonymous source within the KPA. The file contained information detailing a bioweapons development program that took place at an underground research facility at 41.2780° N, 129.0874° E. Among the information was a log intercepted by Bureau 1216 which was sent to an unidentified receiver. It is unknown how the informant came to know about the Foundation.
+
The events have been classified Incident 6357-1. The following has been translated from Korean.
+
+
| 0210200601:26Z
+| PRIORITY TRAFFIC
+| TO: jinji
+| FROM: qilin
+| RE: HELP
+
I hope you receive this. Please read it and do something.
+
My name is Dr Cho Myong-Nok. I am a researcher at Punggye-ri Biological Research Site. For the past 6 months, we have been researching potential bioweaponry as well as ways to improve the effectiveness and survivability of our soldiers in combat.
+
The nexus of the experiments was a detainee sent here. We discovered his unprecedented regenerative abilities, as well as the ability to spread out into a swarm of what we found out, were his cells to strip organic matter in seconds. We thought we could use him as an asset. We were stupid.
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During one of the procedures, we attempted to extract cells from the subject. Suddenly he began behaving aggressively and assaulted one of the researchers. Previously we've been using toxin sprays to make him submissive in cases like this, to great effect. But that day…it did not work.
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In a panic, one of the soldiers fired upon the subject, who attacked him. This made the others open fire causing it to swarm out.
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I watched that thing kill everyone in his testing chamber and simply move out the door. We tried to stop it…. believe me we did… but he was uncontrollable, he…he kept re-growing no matter what we did. We were tricked! The toxins only made it angrier.
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Wherever the swarm went, it reduced every living thing to bones.
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The whole site has been locked down. It has been 2…maybe 3 days. Few survivors along with myself have locked ourselves in the South-West wing. I think we are the only ones left.
+
We are running on emergency power and rations are low. We are deep underground and the exit is on the other side so I don't think anyone is coming.
+
I am so sorry for what we have done. I am sorry.
+
If this message gets intercepted…which it probably will…Comrade please, we need to destroy this thing.
+
If it escapes, this country and the world will be like those skeletons.
+
Forgive me.
+
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Realising the threat, government officials elected to destroy the research site with a nuclear device, providing a cover story claiming the detonation was a result of a nuclear weapons test.
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The description of the bioweapon's effects coincided with the cases of livestock killings in South Asia and thus was concluded to be related.
+
It was also noted that the time of Lt. Kang's transformation coincided with the detonation of the bomb, suggesting that the entity had managed to take over the soldier's body, via its cells transmitted from Dal, upon its death; and that the Hellhound was a mutated Dal.
+
The Hellhound was later successfully terminated by Eta-3 on 12/6/2007. However, the entity, disguised as Lt. Kang, had escaped into South Korea and had become untraceable by the time the MTF landed in North Korea.
+
Addendum 2: Capture
+In 2012, the entity was located in Bangalore, India when local police detained a suspicious man found roaming near a local burial ground. An Inspector recognised the man as a family friend whose body went missing in a case 30 years prior. After a fingerprint check was ordered and confirmed the Inspector’s suspicions, a Foundation mole assigned to the station took notice and reported the incident.
+
Field agents disguised as Central Bureau of Investigation (C.B.I)7 officers were sent to the station to retrieve the entity.
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All those with knowledge of the entity were amnesticised and evidence of its arrest was destroyed. The entity was cooperative while being detained.
+
SCP-6357 was transferred to Area-12, taking the appearance of the deceased man: a South-Indian male in his mid-twenties, 1.83m in height. The SCP has been observed to be very curious and has a profound interest and understanding of biology.
+
Interactions between personnel and the entity have generally been affable. However, it tends to become distressed when ignored.
+
Level 4 researcher, Dr. Harish Narendran was placed in charge of SCP-6357.
Foreword: [Interview was performed from outside of SCP-6357's living chamber with hermetically sealed bulletproof glass in between as a barrier. SCP-6357 sat at the table wearing a red hooded jacket, silently looking around. It shifted its attention to Dr. Narendran as he sat on the other side of the glass.]
+
<Begin Log: 24/5/2012>
+
Dr. Narendran: Good morning. My name is Dr. Harish Narendran, and I will be interviewing you today. Are you comfortable?
+
SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. I am all right.
+
Dr Narendran: Wonderful. Now, I would like to ask you a few questions.
+
SCP-6357: Proceed.
+
Dr. Narendran: What is your name?
+
SCP-6357:(Pauses) I do not know.
+
Dr. Narendran: You do not know your name?
+
SCP-6357: I do not remember Doctor. I have taken so many that I have forgotten my own.
+
Dr. Narendran: Explain?
+
SCP-6357: All my life I can only recall the taking on the identities of others.
+
Dr. Narendran: How did you get these identities?
+
SCP-6357: Scavenging. I got them from the dead.
+
Dr. Narendran: Do you keep all the identities you take?
+
SCP-6357: Yes…Would you like to see an example?
+
Dr Narendran:(cocks head) Sure.
+
SCP-6357:(Appearance slowly alters into middle-aged man of Pashtun descent) See.
+
Dr. Narendran: Interesting!
+
SCP-6357: I can do more. (Proceeds to transform into a young woman approximately in her 20's of Nepalese descent)
+
Dr Narendran:(Writes in notebook)
+
SCP-6357: You want more.
+
Dr. Narendran: I think that wou…. (Sighs) Fine.
+
SCP-6357: Alright (Turns into a striped hyena and growls)
+
Dr. Narendran: OH GOD! (Falls off chair)
+
SCP-6357: Don't be scared, it is I.
+
Dr. Narendran:(Gets back on the chair) I think that would be enough.
+
SCP-6357: Alright. (Turns back into a South Indian man)
+
Dr. Narendran: I want to clarify a few things.
+
SCP-6357: Go ahead.
+
Dr. Narendran: Most of your sightings have been occurring in South Asia. How did you end up in North Korea?
+
+SCP-6357: Well doctor, as a human I work in jobs that allow me to travel across the subcontinent. I prefer not to stay in one place. One of those jobs was at a shipping firm in India at the time.
+
Dr. Narendran: Continue.
+
+SCP-6357: One of our trips was to South Korea. It was supposed to be only a three-week trip and I had prepared adequately. Besides, I had travelled across water before, so why not? (Sigh)
+
Dr. Narendran: Let me guess…
+
+SCP-6357:(Chuckles) Yeah…on the way back, a storm hit and we lost our bearings. The ship turned straight in North Korean waters. We only knew when suddenly we were being bombarded with shells. All I remember from then is being blown off the ship, then waking up…. more accurately woken up by soldiers on the beach.
+
Dr. Narendran: What happened after that?
+
SCP-6357: Well, I was detained along with a few other survivors and sent to a detention camp. There, they interrogated me. I did not understand anything they said but they really didn't like me. Then they realised I was different, presumably because I did not stay a bloody pulp, and the next thing I knew, I was being sent to some underground lab. Something like this place, actually. The rest I presume you already know.
+
Dr. Narendran: Yes, we know about the incident at the research facility, but talking to you now, I would not have expected you to do it if I did not have prior knowledge.
+
SCP-6357: I'll take that as a compliment. It is mostly thanks to you….your higher level of prudence.
+
Dr. Narendran: Hmmm..what do you mean?
+
SCP-6357: You did your homework and learned about my hunger, therefore you provided me an adequate amount of food. Those fools didn't. Again something like this place, only less competent, but I digress. I became more and more agitated, and the fact I did not like the things being done to me did not help. Then one day the situation escalated and I hit one of them. Then they began firing at me and the rest is history.
+
Dr. Narendran: What were the things they did to incur such a response?
+
SCP-6357: Well doctor, I heal quickly, but that does not mean I do not feel pain!
+
Dr. Narendran: Alright, but did you feel any guilt?
+
SCP-6357: Slightly. (ponders) We initially did it purely out of hunger (pauses) but it soon became self defence. When I left the chamber the first thing they did was shoot at me and spray toxins on me. I know that would be an absolutely natural reaction to a "monster", but in hindsight, they were only making it worse. You see, they wanted to use me to cause harm, and did not really have my best interests in mind. I did what I thought was best at the time.
+
Dr. Narendran: I see. May we go to the next question?
+
SCP-6357: Sure.
+
Dr. Narendran: Could you clear up how you infected the soldier? The one you took over after the blast.
+
SCP-6357:(Eyes widen) Infected? How did you know it was an infection?
+
Dr. Narendran: Well with the information we obtained, it was the most logical answer. The dog bit the man. His condition in the inn coincided with the nuclear blast. We… or more so I theorised that based on your description as a swarm of cells, you managed to infect the dog which transferred the cells to the man. Then upon your (quote-unquote) "death", your cells somehow took over the man, thus reviving you.
+
SCP-6357:(Chuckles) Wow! I see why you are quite the big shot here!
+
Dr. Narendran: Thank you, but one question. How did you get the dog?
+
SCP-6357: Come on doctor, it's simple. Before sending me to the facility, I was kept at a dreary-old detention camp. Think. What could have happened?
+
Dr. Narendran:(Ponders for a while) You infected something there…..A rat, probably?
+
SCP-6357: Correct.
+
Dr. Narendran: Then the rat left and got eaten by the dog.
+
SCP-6357: Exactly! Rat gets eaten by dog. Dog bites man. Man becomes host. I am now the man.
+
<End Log>
+
Closing Statement: [Learned that if SCP-6357 sustains severe injury, it starts producing cells rapidly to heal. This results in the entity requiring a lot of energy soon after, which it mitigates by consuming large amounts of food or, in the case of Incident 6357-1, assimilating any creature in its vicinity. SCP-6357 is most volatile in this state, therefore food must be provided to avoid loss of life.]
+
+
+
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Interviewed: SCP-6357
+
Interviewer: Dr. Narendran
+
<Begin Log: 2/6/2012>
+
SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. How are you?
+
Dr. Narendran: Good. You.
+
SCP-6357: I am well.
+
Dr. Narendran: So…I was recalling our previous interview…and remembered you referred to yourself as "we" when you attacked the facility. Why?
+
SCP-6357:(Looks up) Because we are we.
+
Dr. Narendran: Pardon?
+
SCP-6357: I did not initially want to kill those people, they did.
+
Dr. Narendran: Who?
+
SCP-6357: My cells.
+
Dr. Narendran: Explain, please?
+
SCP-6357: I am not one thing, doctor. I am many things. We are a bunch of cells taking a form. We interact better this way.
+
Dr. Narendran: So you are a hivemind?
+
SCP-6357: You could say so.
+
Dr. Narendran: And what does this have to do with North Korea?
+
SCP-6357: Doctor, I want you to think of this… Do you eat food?
+
Dr Narendran:(Looks confused) What?!
+
SCP-6357:(Stares at Dr Narendran) Answer the question doctor. Do you eat food?
+
Dr. Narendran: Yes.
+
SCP-6357: Why do you eat food?
+
Dr. Narendran: Because I am hungry.
+
SCP-6357: Why are you hungry?
+
Dr. Narendran:(Pauses, seemingly in thought) Because my body- specifically the cells- requires energy and nutrients.
+
SCP-6357: So who needs the food, you or your cells?
+
Dr Narendran:(Pauses)
+
SCP-6357: The same as in my case, doctor. The difference is, my cells have a lot more autonomy than yours. If the need for sustenance is not satisfied for some time, they will search for it themselves…with no discrimination.
+
<End Log>
+
+
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-6357
+
Interviewer: Dr. Narendran
+
<Begin Log: 28/11/2016, skipped to 3:23>
+
SCP-6357: I have to say, staying here is not as bad as it seems. Honestly, it's thanks to you.
+
Dr. Narendran: I am a researcher. My job requires me to be professional but it does not mean I have to be always offish.
+
SCP-6357: True. You are a pretty good one too. I mean you must have been damn good at your expertise to be in this place.
+
Dr. Narendran: Hmmm…I admire the flattery.
+
SCP-6357: Haha! Yes…but something must have started this, right?
+
Dr. Narendran: Pardon?
+
SCP-6357: I mean…..no one just wakes up one day and decides to spend the rest of their life studying complex microbiology. Something…or someone…must have inspired you.
+
Dr Narendran:(Silence) Well…..it was someone. My great-grandmother, Raji. She was the strongest woman I have ever met.
+
SCP-6357: Oh that's good. You must be quite lucky to have been with four generations of your family.
+
Dr. Narendran: Yeah. You know if you saw her you would not have thought she was almost a centenarian. In fact, she seemed much younger than everyone her age…I always wondered how she stayed like that. I read more about cells and discovered how fascinating they were, and now I find myself here researching all kinds of weird things.
+
SCP-6357: Fate is strange. Are you still talking to her?
+
Dr. Narendran: Well, she passed away some time ago.
+
SCP-6357:(Looks down) I am sorry.
+
Dr. Narendran: It's ok.
+
SCP-6357: Well, she would be very proud of you.
+
Dr Narendran:(Looks up) Thank you.
+
SCP-6357: Also, because of her I get to interact with you every day.
A sample of SCP-6357-1A was placed in a maze with a food source placed at the end.
+
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Results
+
The cells began moving through the pathways of the maze until the food source was found.
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TEST 2
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Protocol
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The experiment was repeated with the same sample.
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Results
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Not only did the cells locate the food source exponentially quicker, but they completely bypassed the obstacles by moving over the maze to get the food.
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TEST 3
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Protocol
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The experiment was carried out with a different sample of SCP-6357-1A.
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Results
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The cells immediately bypassed the maze to get the food source.
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Notes
+
The cells from the first experiment must have somehow transferred the information to the other cells.
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TEST 4
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Subject
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D-13678
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Protocol
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A blood sample was extracted from D-13678. SCP-6357 was instructed to absorb the blood and morph into the owner.
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Results
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The entity absorbed the blood and in 30 seconds transformed into an exact copy of D-13678.
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TEST 5
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Subject
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D-24890
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Protocol
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D-24890, a friend of D-13678, was instructed to speak to the entity taking the appearance of D-13678.
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Results
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After a brief conversation, D-24890 reported that D-13678 was behaving oddly and did not remember previous topics they spoke about before.
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Test Log
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Subject: SCP-6357
+
Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran
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Aim: The range of SCP-6357's shape-shifting ability.
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Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber.
+
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we require you to perform some tasks for research purposes.
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SCP-6357: Ok.
+
Dr. Narendran: We are testing the range of your shapeshifting abilities, so let's start with some animals, shall we?
+
SCP-6357: (Shows thumbs-up gesture.)
+
Dr. Narendran: Let's begin.
+
Researcher Narendran states the names of certain animals native to South Asia which the entity transforms into. The animals include an Indian Leopard, a Beetal Goat, a Gaolao cow, two Indian Dholes, and a pack of 25 Black Rats.
+
Dr. Narendran: Very good. Now, could you turn into an Asian elephant?
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SCP-6357: I would not do that.
+
Dr. Narendran: Why?
+
SCP-6357: You see…I could doctor, but I tend to refrain from morphing into very big animals. The bigger I get, the more cells there are, therefore we need more food. Unless you happen to have a truckload of food at your disposal, I don't think you want that many.
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Dr. Narendran: Noted.
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SCP-6357: But…I'll make a compromise.
+
SCP-6357 transforms into a baby Asian elephant.
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[END LOG]
+
Observations:
+SCP-6357 tends to mainly take the forms of animals roughly the size of the average human male. Transformation to smaller animals results in multiple instances of that animal, which travel in a group. Larger animals require more sustenance to accommodate the new cells.
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Test Log
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Subject: SCP-6357
+
Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran
+
Aim: To test the cellular abilities of SCP-6357.
+
Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. A live goat was placed in the chamber. 30kg of mutton were also kept on standby in case the entity urgently required sustenance.
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[BEGIN LOG]
+
Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we would like to test your regenerative abilities.
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SCP-6357: Hold on, you me-
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Dr. Narendran: It will be done under your own volition, or should I say methods.
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SCP-6357: Fine. I hope you know what you are doing.
+
Dr. Narendran: Don't worry we do. Now, could you remove an appendage?
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SCP-6357:(Shows left index finger) This finger.
+
SCP-6357 removes the finger from the hand. It shows it to the researcher before placing it back onto the knuckle. The finger reattaches and functions per normal.
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Dr. Narendran: Ok. Now let's try something bigger. Now we need you to regenerate an appendage completely. Could you remove your right hand?
+
The right hand detaches at the wrist and falls off. Almost immediately, flesh begins the accumulate at the wound, and in approximately 7 seconds a new hand regrows. Functionality is normal.
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Dr. Narendran: Good, now what hap-
+
The severed right hand begins to animate and moves across the floor in an arachnid manner. SCP-6357 watches the hand.
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Dr. Narendran: Um…SCP-6357 could you explain what is going on now?
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SCP-6357: As I said before doctor I am a collection of sentient cells, therefore my hand is now completely sentient.
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Dr. Narendran: Do you have any control over the organism?
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SCP-6357: Yes, but I am not controlling it now.
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Dr. Narendran: Interesting… Do you see the goat with you?
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SCP-6357: Yes.
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Dr. Narendran: Your task now is to infect the goat.
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SCP-6357: Certainly.
+
The severed hand morphs into an arthropod-like creature. Then creature crawls quickly towards the goat and injects it with presumably its cells. The creature then crawls back to the entity. The creature climbs up to SCP-6357's hand and is assimilated back into the entity.
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SCP-6357: The goat has been infected.
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Dr. Narendran: Alright that would be all for today.
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SCP-6357: Can I have the goat?
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Dr Narendran:(Discusses with researchers) Yeah sure.
+
[END LOG]
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Observations: SCP-6357 possesses remarkable regenerative capabilities. Moreover, the entity's cells/biomass do not only have sentience but can operate as individual creatures outside of the main body, and that too complex organisms which can respond to and be controlled by SCP-6357 . All biomass from SCP-6357 will be classified as SCP-6357-1A.
Interviews with the entity as well as observations of its behaviour strongly suggest that SCP-6357 is indeed a hivemind of sentient cells. However, there seems to be more to it. It appears that the shape these cells take….the humanoid in our custody and have been interviewing, has taken on its own identity, complete with its own personality and thoughts.
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+I think there are two identities at play here: The shape, and its cells. The former is a by-product of the combined consciousness of these cells which identifies as a separate consciousness, while the latter are the true anomalies with their own needs and wants, not in a parasitic sense but more in the sense of components.
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+SCP-6357 is made up of SCP-6357-1A and therefore requires them to exist, just like how we need our cells to exist, so it is at the mercy of them. I would use a sentient army ant colony as an analogy for the entity. In this case, SCP-6357 is the conscious colony. It is very real and refers to itself as if it were a singular entity, but the term itself is intangible and only can exist when the army ants (the cells) are there as it is made up of them. These cells want to live, and in turn, SCP-6357 needs them to exist, so the two identities have…you could say….made an agreement with each other.
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+These cells, whose primal needs are to feed and survive, keep the entity existing while our sapient entity goes to acquire the food and…blend in, in an organised manner.
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+Honestly, I think we share a lot of similarities with SCP-6357. We too are a consciousness existing because of the organisms we are made of.
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+If they go…well, we cease to exist.
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Dr. Narendran
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Addendum 3: 12/4/2018
+Area-12 was the target of a Chaos Insurgency raid. A C.I. sleeper agent within the facility initiated a containment breach.
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Post-breach, it was discovered that C.I. had stolen several samples of anomalous diseases and, more alarmingly, that SCP-6357 had been replaced with a decoy.
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Security camera footage shows a lone C.I. operative walking towards the Bio-Containment sector. The operative suddenly clutched his head and approximately 10 seconds later became catatonic. The operative then walked to SCP-6357's opened containment unit. There the entity injected him via a bony protrusion from its finger. The operative and SCP-6357 swapped clothing, after which the operative stayed behind while the disguised entity ran off.
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As it was making its way through the facility, it encountered on-site security officer, Agent Higgins. He confronted the entity, leading to an altercation where the entity managed to a wound, thus infecting the Agent, and subdue him. It was then seen joining the ranks of the other C.I. strike teams and escaping.
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Agent Higgins was subsequently quarantined and all access codes used by him were revoked.
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Despite following them, it appears that C.I. does not have the SCP in its possession after the skeletons of multiple C.I. operatives were discovered a few kilometres from the facility.
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It is believed that the entity now has information on Foundation procedures and tactics, albeit limited, so its recapture will be a challenge.
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Hosts infected with SCP-6357-1A are now classified SCP-6357-1B.
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Addendum 4:
+Two weeks after the incident, a letter was found in Dr. Narendran's office.
Dear Doctor,
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+I hope you are well and that you have been spared.
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+I want to thank you for the good times I had in containment. You are a remarkable professional and I had a blast working with you. However, I always felt that I have just been put in a more comfortable prison. I will be much happier being free in the world.
+
+Remember that conversation we had. About your great-grandmother.
+You see, I knew her before. Very well before you, your father, and even any of your grandparents were born. She was not always that healthy.
+
+She encountered me in the forest. The poor girl had gotten lost and came upon me. I was not that well-fed at the moment. To make matter worse, polio had rendered her lame, making sure she was unable to run. Yet, she was not afraid.
+I do not know whether I looked that pathetic or something else, but I saw something different in her eyes. There was no fear, merely a cautiousness to her. She put down a sack she carried and opened it and took out some food. I realised this young girl was…offering me her food.
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+It was the first time someone had helped me like that. To everyone else, I was this boogeyman of the forest. I could never eat her, so I made damn sure I was satiated with her offering. I decided to repay her. As a gift, I gave her some of my blood to cure her of her illness. We kept on meeting until she moved somewhere else, promising to keep our little incident a secret, and even though I never got to meet Raji again, I always watched over her and then your family for generations, and for generations, you all enjoyed the fruits of my blessing.
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+Yes Harish, you along with the rest of your family, bear my cells and have helped me spread them.
+It makes a lot of sense if you consider all the seemingly little things. How you never got sick compared to everyone else outside your family. How you, despite the strains of working in a place like this, never actually took sick leave. How the boy who received your blood made such a quick recovery despite the severity of his accident. That was all us, Harish.
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+I am sorry for hiding this from you for so long. The time was not right.
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+You are just like me, and you are not alone.
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+The blast in North Korea was the first time I tasted mortality. It strengthened my resolve to ensure my existence. Therefore since then, I have made it my mission to infect as many as possible. Now I can safely say you cannot kill me, for I will come back in another form. We will be you. We will be your family. We will be your friends and we will be your enemies. We will be your pets and we will be your pests. We will be your leaders and we will be your subordinates. We will be the one who brings you into the world, and we will be the one who cremates you.
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+I was never afraid to get caught by your Foundation, Harish. Ever since Raji passed I have really wanted to see you, and fate would have it I disguised as the wrong person and got myself caught. Honestly, any one of you would have escorted me out, but maybe for the better, your enemies decided to do so first.
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+All I ask is that you do not look for me, and not to attempt a culling. You will run out of men, and only undo whatever you swore to do.
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+We have given people better lives to live. We have saved countless written off as terminal from the jaws of death. We might be a disease according to your doctrine but to the outside world, it will be taken as more people living longer, healthier lives. As for me, I will walk faceless among men, and continue to exist peacefully alongside humanity.
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+I hope you understand.
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Yours truly,
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A friend.
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Upon the discovery of this letter, Dr. Narendran was reclassified as Class E.
The following file is Level 4 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
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OPERATION BRAHMASTRA
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+The revelations detailed in the letter are of major concern. If what SCP-6357 has proclaimed is true, it poses an extreme security risk for Foundation operations.
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Despite this, we will still have to continue with our efforts. According to what has been researched, the entity cannot take over a host unless it is destroyed. Therefore, non-lethal containment will still be pursued.
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Research into methods of containment along with ways to identify SCP-6357-1B is of utmost priority.
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Currently, Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran and his family are to be kept in Foundation custody and monitored.
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Since the entity has possibly compromised our human manpower, we have authorised the mass production and further development of the Research Assistance Androids (RAAND) project using already available plans and prototypes from Prometheus Labs.
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In an effort to further reduce the risk of biological compromise, a neural scan of Dr. Narendran is to be integrated with the RAAND Artificial Intelligence. Using Narendran's memories, knowledge, and experience with the entity, the AI will be tasked with research into an effective means of recapture and containment. RAANDs along with regular robots will carry out the required experiments and testing deemed too risky for flesh-based personnel.
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In addition, the creation of a Mobile Task Force consisting of a more tactical variant of these androids is underway. Designated Tau-15 “Vanguard”, the unit will be authorised to assist in future missions involving SCP-6357.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in a race against time.
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Godspeed everyone.
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SCP-6357-1B fall into three categories:
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Symptoms
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"DORMANT"
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SCP-6357-1A resides in the host’s body, mimicking the host's cells to avoid an immune response. Some SCP-6357-1A become neurons to access their host’s memories and receive input from the host’s sensory organs. This information is relayed telepathically to SCP-6357, effectively making SCP-6357-1B a biological surveillance device.
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"ACTIVE"
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SCP-6357-1A’s replication rate increases and they fully infect the brain, taking full control of the host. The host’s behaviour changes and it is now under the direct command of SCP-6357. It is semi-sentient and retains the skills of the host as well as the ability to communicate with beings other than SCP-6357. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1B can mutate rapidly if sustaining severe injury, however can be killed with conventional weaponry.
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"REVIVAL"
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Upon the destruction of SCP-6357, SCP-6357-1A begin rapidly replicating in a particular host, creating tumours that cause temporary disfigurement. In hosts of smaller sizes, the tumours are more noticeable. SCP-6357-1A will also inject their genetic material into the host's cells to further proliferate. The "REVIVAL" process is complete when all of the host's cells have been replaced by SCP-6357-1A, thus creating a 100% copy SCP-6357. This copy retains all the skills and memories of the main body whilst also retaining all those8 of the former host.
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Any and all personnel who display symptoms of the "ACTIVE" stage of infection are to be terminated immediately and incinerated.
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Addendum 6: 12/5/2018
+It has been observed that SCP-6357-1B suffering from any form of disease or mental disorders make a full recovery within 72 hours post-infection despite the severity of the condition.
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In one of the experiments, a 22-year-old male D-class diagnosed with Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome infected with SCP-6357-1A had the virus eliminated from his body in 2 hours and was completely healed from his symptoms over the course of the next 26 hours.
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It has been determined that this is due to SCP-6357-1A eliminating any ailment in the body to create a healthy host.
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The usage of RAAND in dealing with SCP-6357-1A has proven to be considerably effective.
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Addendum 6.1: 14/5/2018
+The neural scan has successfully been integrated with the androids' AI. It has been named the
+ANDroid Operational Manager Artificial INtelligence (ANDOMAIN)
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Addendum 7: 22/5/2018
+ANDOMAIN began recalling the details of the passing of Dr. Narendran's great-grandmother, bringing the circumstances of her death to the attention of the research team. At the age of 106, Raji Narendran suffered a high-voltage electric shock after stepping on an exposed live power line. Despite surviving what should have been a fatal injury with only total paralysis of her right leg, Raji suddenly began suffering a rapid onset of senescence over the next 6 months, at which point she succumbed to the common flu.
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It hypothesised that if she was a host as the entity proclaimed, the electricity killed the SCP-6357-1A in her body, causing her to lose her anomalous immunity. Therefore, a less powerful shock could incapacitate the entity to make containment easier.
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Subsequent testing revealed that a current of 2mA causes SCP-6357-1A to act erratically and prevents them from forming, therefore rendering them unable to swarm. It was also discovered that passing the current through an infected blood sample would cause the anomalous cells to noticeably vibrate thus identifying SCP-6357-1B.
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The test has been named the Narendran Test in honour of its inventor, and sweeping tests will be carried across all Foundation facilities.
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Addendum 7.1: 16/6/2018
+The first successful batch of tactical androids, named Tactical Operative Androids (TOA), for Tau-15 has been produced. The batch will undergo the necessary programming and training.
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Addendum 8: 10/2/2019
+A weapon has been developed. Code named CHAAC9, the device launches an electrified net over a wide area which could theoretically capture and incapacitate the entity to allow for safe containment. The weapon is to be operated by personnel in pairs to maximise coverage.
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Addendum 8.1: 12/3/2019
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MTF Tau-15 "Vanguard" has been officially created. CHAACs will be equipped to their standard arsenal.
Addendum 9:
+The entity was tracked down to an abandoned goat farm in Sylhet, Bangladesh, where locals reported a ghoul10 inhabiting the premise. MTFs Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots", Beta-7 "Maz Hatters", and Tau-15 "Vanguard" were deployed to secure the area, carry out hazmat duty, and capture the anomaly respectively.
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The following video log details the events which occurred:
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Exploration Video Log Transcript
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Date: 15/06/2019
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Containment Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-15
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Subject: SCP-6357
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Team Commander: ANDOMAIN
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Team Lead: T-15-1
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Team Members: T-15-2, T-15-3, T-15-4, T-15-5, T-15-6
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[BEGIN LOG]
+Headcam footage of the agents is relayed to HQ. Tau-15 approaches the farmhouse. Outside the structure is a goat pen where a wake of vultures are feeding on a goat carcass, which are promptly chased away. The team enters and finds SCP-6357 calmly sitting at a dining table. The team surrounds the entity whilst aiming their CHAACs.
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SCP-6357: Hello there. I must say you are very persistent.
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T-15-1: SCP-6357 you are to be taken back into Foundation custody. We possess weapons capable of your incapacitation. Compliance is advised.
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SCP-6357: Well I already saw that. May I ask for your name?
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T-15-1: SCP-6357, you are to be de-
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SCP-6357: Your name. Sir.
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T-15-1: T-15-1. Pl-
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SCP-6357: Do they also only refer to you by a barcode number, buddy?
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T-15-1:(Pauses)T-15-1. Alias "Harold". Now slowly stand up and refrain from making any sudden movements. Any attempt to escape will result in force being used.
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SCP-6357 slowly stands up
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SCP-6357: I understand, Harold. However, I would like to do something. (Reacts to Agents preparing to fire) Now!…now…hear me out first! Cool! Cool!
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Personnel keep their weapons trained on the entity.
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T-15-1: SCP-6357 we have been authorised to capture you. Nothing more, nothing less.
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SCP-6357: So… you would rather get me, a relatively affable being, than a bunch of terrorists with bioweapons?
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T-15-1: Are you referring to the Chaos Insurgents?
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SCP-6357: Yes…I killed those soldiers outside the facility, but the disease samples were transported by another team. Thanks to me, I know where your quarry is. With that, I want to make a bargain.
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T-15-1: Command, the SCP appears to have important information. Advise.
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HQ gives T-15-1 the order to let the entity lay out the terms.
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T-15-1: Affirmative. Proceed.
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SCP-6357: Let me go. Let me be free like before, and I will bring no harm to you. In exchange, I will give you the location of the samples. Also, do not punish Dr. Narendran. There is no point in doing so. You are just like him.
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SCP-6357 stares directly at T-15-1
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SCP-6357: You all are.
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T-15-1: How can we confirm the validity of your proposal?
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SCP-6357: If you think about it, you have the high ground here when it comes to me. Whether I tell the truth or lie, you can still eventually catch me…although the latter will make you more inclined to shock me. But Chaos Insurgency, however, are dangerous fellows! You and I would not want these diseases to be used as weapons, would we?
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Pauses while looking around
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SCP-6357: Also, I know the location now but the more time goes by the weapons might change hands, then even I might not be able to find them. So, let's make this deal quick, would you kindly?
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T-15-1 reports the terms to the HQ. Desperate to secure the samples, the order was given. T-15-1 looks at the entity.
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T-15-1: Deal accepted.
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SCP-6357: Excellent!
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SCP-6357 sits back down and writes something on a nearby piece of paper. Seemingly finished, it hands over the paper to T-15-1. However just as he is about to take the letter, the entity redraws its hand, looking at T-15-1.
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SCP-6357: This is more important than me. I am merely an animal, no different from those vultures.
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SCP-6357 provides the paper to T-15-1. The paper contains GPS coordinates and an address, along with other intel regarding the site.
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T-15-1 relays the information which is then confirmed to be the location of a large compound. Satellite imagery identified multiple armed men with the C.I logo patrolling the area.
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Satisfied with this, HQ orders the entity to be captured as quickly as possible.
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T-15-1: Affirmative. Thank you, SCP-6357. However, our mission is still to capture you. Please do not resist.
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SCP-6357:Stares at T-15-1 and sighs You know, I expected something like this to occur. Pauses before snorting Farewell then.
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SCP-6357 sits still. Suddenly, it begins heavily bleeding and twitching.
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T-15-1: Move back. Now.
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Within several seconds the entity disintegrates completely, leaving only its clothes behind.
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T-15-1:Speaks into radio. Target is gone. I repeat. SCP-6357 has disappeared.
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Sometime later, the MTFs receive a report of an elderly man in a nearby village absconding into the forest after locking himself in his room and not responding to his family.
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[END LOG]
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It has been confirmed that SCP-6357 can initiate an advanced form of apoptosis in order to manually start the “REVIVAL” process, making containment exceedingly difficult.
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The following is a quote from Researcher Narendran after learning of the incident during a meeting with the O-5:
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["We underestimated him. The more we try to contain him, the more and more people we will inadvertently kill! Leave it, Sir. He won, and he made sure we can't play the game again."]
Addendum 12:
+Estimates show that SCP-6357-1A will be present in every flesh-based organism by 2040. Due to its effects, the most feasible way to maintain normalcy is to normalise11 it.
The following article has been archived due to SCP-6361's neutralization.
+This article was last accessed 1,997 days ago.
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Item #: SCP-6361
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Object Class: Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers will monitor social media sites for evidence of SCP-6361 events. Should evidence of continued SCP-6361 activity be discovered, the relevant Foundation personnel will be alerted automatically.
Foundation webcrawlers will monitor social media sites for evidence of SCP-6361 events. Should evidence of a future SCP-6361 event be discovered, a nearby Mobile Task Force will be deployed to prevent the event from taking place. An effort will be made to capture the SCP-6361-1 instances, as well as the individual(s) responsible for the performance. Following a completed SCP-6361 event, all civilians should be amnesticised, and treated for anomalously inflicted injuries or conditions.
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Description: SCP-6361 refers to a series of theatrical performances marketed towards children, presented by members of GoI-192 ("Meat Circus"), which have taken place across the continental United States. SCP-6361 is a small and mobile operation, with the individual(s) responsible for the events spending no longer than two days in any given community. The day before an SCP-6361 production, posters advertising a free production of a classic European fairytale will appear across the community, sparking interest in the production. In all known cases, records indicate that the production team had reserved their venue of choice a minimum of six months before their performance, however the owners and employees of the venue have no recollection of when or how the reservation was made.1 Performances always reach capacity despite the fact the community has been aware of the event for under 48 hours.
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The staple of SCP-6361 performances are SCP-6361-1 instances. SCP-6361-1 are animate entities of dubious sentience and intelligence, which have been sculpted out of flesh from a large variety of animals.2 Each instance possessed some genetic material which genetically matched one unidentified human.3 SCP-6361-1 are crafted to best suit their assigned role in the show, and act as the crew, props, and the majority of actors during the event. The remaining roles are filled by child volunteers, who are selected randomly from the audience.
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The SCP-6361-1 instances and child volunteers will reenact a version of the advertised fairy tale. The play will typically reflect the most violent popular version of the existing fairy tale, with additional violence not present in other versions of the stories being inflicted on the SCP-6361-1 instances. The performances are narrated by an unknown individual, who is believed to be the main party responsible for these performances.
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In the final act of the performance, the child volunteers will be severely injured by an SCP-6361-1 instance, causing the audience members to panic. A number of previously unseen SCP-6361-1 instances will appear and begin attacking panicking members of the audience, while the narrator explains the moral lesson of the performance. By the time authorities arrive at the scene, the troupe responsible for the event will have disappeared, with the occasional exception of injured or immobile SCP-6361-1 instance.
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Examples of SCP-6361 events have been provided below. A record of all SCP-6361 events and associated documentation can be found in Document 6361.0.Alpha.
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Event Designation
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Fairy Tale Adapted
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Aftermath
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Incident 6361-12A
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Three Little Pigs
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Upon arriving on the location, Foundation personnel found small "houses" on stage composed of tendons, bones and bricks composed of human organic matter. Two SCP-6361-1 instances of short stature lacking visible noses and ears were found throwing these bricks at audience members and holding pig masks composed of skinned pig's head. The child volunteer was found wearing a pig mask, and had several broken bones. Foundation medical personnel were able to expedite the bone healing process, and the child volunteer was released an amnesticised after 24 hours. A number of audience members contracted minor concussions and small cuts and bruises due to the thrown bricks and ensuing rush to the exits, most of which did not require prolonged medical attention. Four pig masks and a wolf masks matching those that were used in the show were found in the private collection of a taxidermist who was not aware of the nature of the event. The masks do not appear to have anomalous properties. SCP-6361-1 instance playing "The Big Bad Wolf" was not recovered.
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Event Designation
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Fairy Tale Adapted
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Aftermath
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Incident 6361-23A
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The Little Mermaid
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The teenager playing "The Little Mermaid" was found bloodied and kneeling above inert SCP-6361-1 "Prince" and "Princess" entities in a bed, crying while the audience jeered, and swelling music playing over loudspeakers. Upon further examination, the teenager's tongue was found to be dissolved, their Adams Apple damaged, and their feet embedded with glass shards. Following a partial glossectomy and a reconstructive surgery, they have made a successful recovery. SCP-6361-1 "Prince" entity was found to be consistent with prior recovered instances4 sharing DNA with SCP-031-ARC consistently being described by audiences as "the most beautiful man they've ever seen." The SCP-6361-1 "Princess" instance was identical to the teenager, however the audience universally described it as "prettier" or "more feminine" than the teenager. A live SCP-6361-1 "Sea Witch" instance composed of squid and octopus and a SCP-6361-1 "Poseidon" instance composed of a variety of Atlantic fish were both recovered. Both entities seem unable to communicate but will spontaneously perform song and dance routines.5
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Fairy Tale Adapted
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Aftermath
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Incident 6361-27A
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Hansel & Gretel
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A majority of audience suffered first or second degree chemical burns from SCP-6361-1 "Oven" entity's6 stomach acid which Foundation medical staff successfully treated. The children portraying Hansel and Gretel suffered from third degree chemical burns, and eye damage, which caused blindness. With surgical intervention, both children were able to make a full recovery. SCP-6361-1 "Witch" entity was recovered partially dissolved. SCP-6361-1 "House" entity was found in tact save two bite-marks taken out of it.
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Fairy Tale Adapted
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Incident 6361-33A
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Little Red Riding Hood
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Upon their arrival, MTF-Tau-22 ("Forest Fires") found the SCP-6361-1 "Wolf" instance bloated, and in a dormant phase. The entity's torso, neck, and six appendages7 was composed of various human cadavers, while its face was made up of various canine faces sown together over a seemingly human face.8 Tau-22 noticed screaming emanating from within the entity's stomach cavity, where ten live children who had played the part of Red Riding hood and the corpse which played the "Grandmother" role were discovered. The children had broken bones and superficial damage from stomach acid burns. A follow up investigation found that the "Grandmother" corpse was acquired through non-anomalous grave-robbing, and it was later returned to its burial site.
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Incident 6361-Finale
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Weeks after Incident 6361-33A, Head Researcher Anderson located an advertisement for another SCP-6361 event being held within her neighborhood. The advertisement purported the show to be a "grand finale" which would feature a number of fairy tales, rather than just one. Anderson's team quickly removed all advertisements, and secured the building in which the event was said to take place, although no evidence of GoI-192 activity was found.
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The following day, an advertisement appeared in Dr. Anderson's mailbox, which had the following message written on it in sharpie marker:
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This is a formal invitation to Dr. Anderson. The rest of you lot are not welcome. I would like to talk.
+- the Director
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Because of Dr. Anderson's experience as Research Head of SCP-6361 and having no conflicting obligations her attendance of an SCP-6361 event was approved with MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”)9 on standby in the immediate area. Dr. Anderson was provided with CRV increasing gnostics as well as audio-visual recording equipment to record the event.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dr. Anderson enters the theater. It is dark, and there do not appear to be any other people inside. A spotlight flares up, and shines down on a seat in the middle of the theater. Dr. Anderson stands in the doorway for a few seconds, but eventually relents and moves to sit in the indicated seat.
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After Dr. Anderson sits, unidentified music begins to play. The curtain lifts on the stage, and clapping can be heard from every direction. Dr. Anderson frantically looks for the source of the noise, but uncovers nothing.
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Six SCP-6361-1 appear, three entering from the left of the stage, and three from the right. All instances are humanoid, but represent different characters from different fairy tales. From right to left, they each bow.
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The applause becomes louder, as a massive humanoid figure walks onto the stage. Due to the lighting, it is difficult to discern exactly what they look like.
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PoI-6361: Well then! It looks as though our biggest fan was finally able to make it to one of our shows! You chased us all around the country, and you finally caught up to us, just in time for our grand finale. Now, isn't that just fate?
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Anderson: Fate? Hardly. You set up your show in my neighborhood.
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PoI-6361: It was a happy coincidence, really.
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Anderson: You sent a written invitation to my home address. You knew where I lived, and you wanted to ensure I'd come. Let's be honest with each other here, otherwise I doubt this meeting will be all that useful to either of us.
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PoI-6361: Yes, well… (chuckling) Ms. Anderson, you and I have been doing this song and dance for quite some time now. You and your Foundation have been obsessed with us! I thought it would be nice to have a little chit chat, you and I. Director to director. Artist to their biggest fan.
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Anderson: Right… I think you misunderstand the nature of this relationship. And it's Doctor.
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PoI-6361: Pardon?
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Anderson: Dr. Anderson. Not Ms. Anderson. Now, I have a few—
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PoI-6361: Ah yes, your Foundation does love its modern trappings.
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Anderson: —Questions about — Sorry?
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PoI-6361: You call yourself "Doctor", as though that title in and of itself is indicative of your knowledge. You believe your so-called sciences can answer everything. Your obsession with the real, the factual, the "scientific", it prevents your from engaging with art on an emotional level, doesn't it?
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Anderson: You are assuming quite a lot, Ms…
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PoI-6361: You may call me… (The figure bows) The Director.
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Anderson: Right. I see. Well, I have a few questions for you, If that's ok.
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PoI-6361: I'm happy to field questions from fans.
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Anderson: Right. I suppose the most important question is, well, what are you hoping to accomplish here?
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PoI-6361: I'm not surprised you have trouble understanding my art. Your empiricism limits you, doctor.
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Anderson: Actually, I was asking about this meeting…
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PoI-6361: You likely think of my constructs as hideous. You see, Dr. Anderson, the crudeness of the constructs that reflect the "nature savage" within all of us, within reality itself, played out in these grim fairy tales. Your so-called modernity has made you all soft and weak. You've all forgotten the truths, the morals and lessons those of yesteryear tried to impart. It may be too late for you, but not for your children. I have taught them the old ways, the hard lessons, and they have learned them, and they will remember them always. Those children we've taught will beget more and they will teach their lessons. In that way, this art goes beyond the theater.
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Anderson: So you decided to indiscriminately hurt a large number of children to… teach them a lesson?
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PoI-6361: That's what I said, yes.
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Anderson: You realize how that sounds, right? I know I'm supposed to — Seriously, just think about what you just said.
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PoI-6361: Whatever, I don't expect you and yours to understand. Regardless, the effect my art has on others cannot be denied. It will forever be a part those children's lives, and time will inevitably vindicate my actions.
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Anderson: You seemed to be somewhat familiar with the Foundation. You do realize that we've amnesticized everybody who's seen one of your performances, right?
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PoI-6361 stiffens.
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PoI-6361: What?
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Anderson: It's standard operating procedure. Everybody who's seen one of your performances doesn't remember it.
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PoI-6361: I — (laughs nervously) Well, that's rather rude of you. I appreciate the extra attention, but—
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Anderson: As I said, it's standard operating procedure.
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PoI-6361: But— Well, whatever. Your literalist views still limit you. Memory isn't just ethereal, my lesson here has still left my audience with physical scars, which in and of themselves are a form of—
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Anderson: Ok, ignoring how insanely fucked up that kind of thinking is, that's not true either. It's also standard procedure for us to treat injuries that were anomalously inflicted on civilians. Your little stunt will have no effect on anybody, and thank god for that because it was just an insincere excuse to harm others.
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PoI-6361: How dare— Insincere? Insincere??? I quite literally, gave my blood, sweat, and tears to my creations. I spent months and months working to create the perfect vehicles to deliver my art. Not only do you attempt to erase my work from existence, but you have the nerve to insult my masterpiece by calling it insincere?
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Anderson: Masterpiece? You call this a m—
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PoI-6361: ENOUGH!
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PoI-6361 lets out an inhuman shriek. Anderson steps back. PoI-6361's skin begins bubbling, and their back arches as a large growth appears on their back with their body gaining in height. The SCP-6361-1 behind them begin to spasm.
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PoI-6361: So, you don't like my shows so far? You think art isn't up to snuff? You think my creations and their lessons deserve to be forgotten? NO! I won't be forgotten! I won't let you make me into something forgotten.
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PoI-6361 continues to scream, their mouth and face distorts. The bulbous growth on their back continues to gain in size. Dr. Anderson scrambles out of their seat and begins to back towards the door.
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Anderson: Shit!
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PoI-6361: I… WILL… NOT… BE… FORGOTTEN!
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A large amount of steam begins to come off of PoI-6361. The growth breaks off. PoI-6361 and the growth then quickly begin to slough off their skin and and organs. PoI-6361 lets out a final shriek, before their head detaches from their body, and PoI-6361 and the SCP-6361-1 crumple to the floor. Dr. Anderson stands in silence for a moment. After several seconds of PoI-6361 appearing completely inert, she sighs.
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Anderson: Well, that was… absolutely pointless.
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[END LOG]
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Following PoI-6361's death, all SCP-6361-1 instances within Foundation containment and the theater collapsed and began to rapidly putrefy. After months of no detectable activity, SCP-6361 was reclassified to Neutralized, and all staff were re-assigned to different projects. Staff were given the option of amnestic treatment, however most declined, citing the fact that SCP-6361 had not had a significant impact on their mental health, and that they believed they would largely forget the incident anyways.
Iona held a cup of tea, staring at the closed file sitting on her desk. Her free hand on the Manila folder’s clasp. On the front of the folder the words “SCP File Review and Classification Committee” were stamped in red. She sipped the tea, grimacing as she noticed it had cooled. The Director stood from her desk and looked out the window onto Site-91’s courtyard lit by weak autumn sunlight.
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A knock sounded from her door, then another. The door opened. Iona continued looking at the hedge maze across the courtyard.
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“Sorry, Director. Dr. Rossi is on the line again, wants to know if you’ve had a chance to review the file?”
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“No, Julie, I haven’t.”
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“What should I tell her?”
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Her assistant stared for a moment before recollecting herself and closing the door quietly. Iona turned and looked back at the file. She could use a drink.
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Special Containment Procedures:
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SCP-6520 is neutralized and does not require further containment efforts.
The city of Târgoviște is to be evacuated. Containment forces are to be stationed within the city to reduce the expansion effect of the anomaly.
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Description:
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SCP-6520-A was an extradimensional space located outside baseline temporal reality which intersected with the northeastern portion of Târgoviște. The anomaly consisted of approximately 200,000 square meters centered around Parcul Chindia1, depicted in the image below.
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SCP-6520-B.
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Physical objects – including individuals – that attempted to cross the boundary of SCP-6520-A degraded at an exponentially elevated rate due to increased entropic decay. This boundary was found to be expanding by approximately one meter per hour at all points except SCP-6520-B.
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SCP-6520-B was a portal from baseline to SCP-6520-A, housed in the Turnul Chindiei2 and was the only known safe entrance to the interior of SCP-6520-A. Entering the tower shifted a subject from baseline reality to the extradimensional space of SCP-6520. While within the anomaly, agents reported a heightened sense of generalized anxiety. No lasting anomalous effects have been observed after an individual exited SCP-6520-B.
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Above the crown of the entrance arch was a message painted in human blood, in Daevite script, roughly translated to “Do not fear the bloodletting, fear those holding the athame.”3 The blood showed no signs of putrescence or dehydration, despite the time having passed since placement.
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The interior of SCP-6520-A contained more space than the dimensions of the anomaly would allow and housed numerous stone structures theorized to be a temple complex. These structures were built with stone block and simple mortar, the most recent of which were carbon dated to +/- 300 years prior to the present.4 The structures showed significant degradation inconsistently across the complex – some of the buildings appeared to be freshly constructed, while others were in ruins.
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Given the nature of the message written above the door in SCP-6520-B and the architectural style of those structures, it is theorized that SCP-6520-A represented a timeline in which the fall of the Daevite Empire never occurred.
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The anomaly was discovered on 19 September, 1993, when a resident of Târgoviște accidentally drove a small sedan through the boundary, leading to the vehicle’s partial dissolution. The driver was not found. Foundation forces were alerted and Director Varga authorized operations in the area, locking down the city and evacuating an area one mile in diameter around SCP-6520-A.
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Project Hecatoncheires Briefing – Site-91
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Director Varga: Senior Researcher Jocasta Rossi will have ultimate command on the ground but Captain Rashid al Hasin will have tactical command over MTF and security personnel. Initial reports indicate a new city is overwriting the reality of that portion of Târgoviște, and represents an alternate reality. Mr. Euboea and his forces will cordon off the area and prevent the anomalous bubble from expanding and further impacting the city. Security forces have already begun evacuation of the city, under cover story of biological weapons.
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Varga: Let’s make this clear. We have no indication what the source of this anomaly is, but if it is an action by the Daevite matriarch5 then we will capture and take her into containment.
Varga: Neutralization is not an option unless I give the green light. She is a resource of untold historical and biological data. We are the Secure Contain Protect Foundation. We are not in the business of justice or vengeance. That’s an order, Agent.
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Captain al Hasin: Excuse me, Director, but can we trust the anomaly?
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Varga: You mean Euboea?6 No, you can’t. But we’ve reached an agreement with his organization and for the moment, we want the same thing. The Matriarch is an active threat to his existence. This is a trial run, we evaluate his effectiveness in the field. Any other questions?
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[No other members of the meeting raise their hand.]
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Varga: Right. Get out there, and let’s contain this anomaly. I grew up in Târgoviște, and I’ll be damned if it’s erased from the face of the Earth.
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Initial reconnaissance of the area within SCP-6520-A revealed signs of recent habitation: meals abandoned in course of consumption, writing instruments left atop vellum mid-sentence, etc. No living entities were observed within the anomalous space.
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After MTF Beta-777 (“Hecate's Spear”) secured the area and performed a structure-by-structure sweep, Euboea and his acolytes attempted to utilize thaumaturgy to reverse the expansion of the anomalous boundary. Their attempts were only partially successful, resulting in a slowing of expansion but not complete remission.
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Investigation of SCP-6520-A
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+Date: 19/09/1993 @ 11:00 local time.
+Personnel present: Dr. Jocasta Rossi, Agent Rebekah Douglas, MTF Beta-777 Sergeant Maria Waltham
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[Rossi, Douglas and Waltham enter the tower containing SCP-6520-B. Douglas stares up at the message written above the doorway. She drags a chair over and stands atop it, placing her hand on the message.]
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Rossi: Get down from there!
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Douglas: Give me a second.
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Rossi: We don’t know what countermeasures or anomalous effects were used in that message.
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[Douglas closes her eyes for a moment and then pulls her hand away, wiping the blood from her palm on the wall.]7
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Douglas: She did this.
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Waltham: The Matriarch?
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Douglas: Yes. Within the day at most.
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Rossi: Then that’s confirmation of her involvement, good. But you’re on thin ice, Agent. From here on out, you listen to orders, or I will send you home.
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Douglas: Understood.
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[The three pass through the tower and emerge into SCP-6520-A proper. The sunlight is a different tone from outside the dome, roughly consistent with sunset. The tower exits onto a small plaza surrounded by various temple buildings made of stone. There is a small ziggurat and a domed building, with several other nondescript structures. In the center of the plaza is a fountain ringed by fig trees. The fountain’s statue is made in the likeness of a woman in flowing robes holding a stone knife to the sky.]
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[Rossi walks to the ziggurat and begins climbing the steps. The others follow. The structure rises fifteen meters from the ground and is topped with a stone sacrificial table, with furrows carved in its surface. An obsidian athame, intricately dressed in gold and silver at the hilt and wrapped in leather lies on the surface of the table. Fresh blood covers the knife and table, but no cadaver is present.]
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Waltham: Where is everyone?
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Rossi: No idea, this all feels unfinished.
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Douglas: What do you mean?
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Rossi: Some of the buildings are rotting, some are brand new. There’s evidence of people everywhere, but no actual people present.
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Waltham: What are you suggesting?
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Rossi: This is a ontokinetic anomaly, right? It’s rewriting reality and trying to establish an alternative timeline like SCP-140 does. But it’s crumbling.
Rossi: Right. Something interfered. Or the ritual failed somehow. Maybe.
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[Douglas approaches the stone table.]
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Douglas: [To Waltham] Do you feel that?
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Rossi: Reports are consistent with heightened anxiety.
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Douglas: Not that.
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Waltham: What are you feeling?
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Douglas: A pressure. Getting worse the further in we go. She left this for us.
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Waltham: Why?
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[Douglas shakes her head. She reaches down and touches the blood.]
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Rossi: Goddamnit, Douglas.
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[Douglas recoils almost immediately, and retches. Waltham catches her and supports her weight.]
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Douglas: It’s nothing.
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Rossi: What do you mean?
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Douglas: No one is holding the knife, no one is being cut on. But there’s still blood.
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Rossi: Unfinished.
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Douglas: She’s here somewhere.
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Rossi: Let’s move on.
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[Douglas moves to follow the other two down the steps but then turns and picks up the athame, slipping it into her back pocket.]
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[The three progress through the complex, moving north away from the domed structure and approaching a wide open plaza with hundreds of wooden poles with a horizontal bar attached at each skyward point. Each cross bar has a human cadaver strapped to it by the wrists. The cadavers are in various stages of decay.]
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Douglas: Guess we found the residents.
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Rossi: No, I don’t think so. Some of these are recent, but most have been hanging for a while. But I don’t understand the significance.
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Waltham: They’re like sky burials.
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[Rossi nods. Douglas looks around at the bodies.]
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Douglas: Sorry? Help me out here.
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Rossi: Sky burial is a Western colloquial term for a form of excarnation, where the deceased is left out in the elements to decompose and be eaten by scavenging animals. Some forms of Buddhism and Hinduism practice this, as the body is nothing to be preserved – because the physical existence is transitory. But this, feels wrong.
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Waltham: Why?
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Rossi: The Daevite religion is almost completely oppositional to the tenets of Buddhism. The Daevites revered the physical plane. Life was everything to them. We’ve never found any conceptual evidence of an afterlife in their religion. Everything was about the now, the life on Earth. It's where the blood and the horticulture overlap.
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Douglas: Right, I was reading about this, they worship something called the Font.
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Rossi: The source of life. But that’s what I mean, why do this to the bodies if they don’t even believe in the spirit? Life was anything but transitory to the Daeva.
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Waltham: Maybe these aren’t Daevites.
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[Douglas leans in close to one of the corpses.]
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Douglas: Is it just me, or are some of these in MTF tactical gear?
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[Waltham and Rossi look around. Waltham nods.]
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Waltham: Heavily degraded but definitely tactical gear.
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Douglas: Fuck.
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Rossi: What?
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Douglas: For a second, I thought…
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[Douglas is staring at a female corpse, only partially decomposed.]
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Waltham: It almost looks like Captain Zadeh.
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Rossi: It can’t be.
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Waltham: It isn’t. This place is just messing with us.
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Douglas: This place or someone?
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Dr. Rossi: Let’s keep moving.
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[Douglas stares at the hanging corpse for a few minutes, then turns to follow the other two.]
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[Dr. Rossi approaches the domed temple building visible across the square from the ziggurat, stopping on the threshold to look up at the arched doorway. Waltham slips past to clear the area within the temple.]
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Douglas: So, if the pyramid is for sacrifices, what’s this for?
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[Rossi shrugs and walks into the temple. Inside is a large chamber housing a fountain built into one wall. The fountain is six meters tall and features a woman holding a knife and a sapling.]
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[Douglas runs a hand under the water pouring from a spout at the woman’s feet, flowing into a large basin forming the base.]
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Douglas: You’d think they’d use blood.
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Rossi: They worshipped life. Blood and water both represent life.
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[Waltham walks back into the chamber, slipping her carbine’s strap over her shoulder.]
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Waltham: Structure’s clear.
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[Both Rossi and Douglas still look towards the fountain. Waltham circles the room and stops suddenly.]
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Waltham What the fuck?
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Rossi: What is it?
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[Waltham points at the curved walls circling the chamber. Frescos adorn the wall. A tower surrounded by mist with hundreds of humanoid entities made of plants and mud, massed to attack. A battlefield with a ruined temple in a desert. A ruin on a grass plane. A warehouse surrounded by the same humanoid entities.]
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Douglas: Wait…is this?
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[Waltham nods. She begins taking pictures of the frescos.]
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Rossi: These are all missions Beta-777 has been involved in.
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Waltham:[Pointing at the humanoids.] Missions we ran against the Daeva. Even if we didn’t know it at first.
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Rossi: What is this?
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Douglas: It’s a honey trap.
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Rossi: Then what’s th–
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[An explosion to the west interrupts Rossi. The radio begins transmitting.]
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Captain al Hasin: [Transmitting] This is a mandatory evacuation order for all Foundation personnel within the anomaly. This means you, Dr. Rossi.
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Rossi: What’s happening?
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al Hasin: We’re being attacked. Now move!
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[All three rush back towards the entrance of the anomaly, where Captain al Hasin and a squad of MTF Beta-777 are defending the tower against a wave of humanoid entities carrying stone knives and axes. The entities are naked but clearly anomalous, made of fibrous material and mud.]
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[Euboea wades into the stream of entities, ripping an axe from one of the humanoids and beginning to swing in wide arcs. Within moments, dozens of the humanoids are cut in two or sent flying. But for every figure that is downed, ten more fill the space. One of Euboea’s acolytes moves the crowd back with a wall of force, his palms stretched outward and his arms shaking.]
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Euboea: Too many! Get back!
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[A stream of entities cuts off Rossi’s group from the tower. Waltham and Douglas begin firing their firearms into the crowd.]
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[Euboea raises his hand and those entities near Rossi, Douglas and Waltham ignite. The flames flow around the three, staying a few feet away from them, but the heat makes them cringe back.]
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[Another of Euboea’s acolytes holds out their hands and creates a barrier to either side of Rossi’s group, allowing Rossi and Waltham to rejoin the Foundation forces defending the tower. al Hasin fires his carbine into an entity that approaches the line of MTF agents, then lowers his rifle.]
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al Hasin: Time to go doctor!
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Rossi: We’ve barely started cataloguing the anomaly!
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al Hasin: Doesn’t matter, we can’t hold here.
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[Rossi turns towards the approaching entities. Several hundred are visible rushing towards the tower.]
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Waltham: Where’s Douglas?
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[Rossi scans her eyes over the square flooding with entities.]
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Rossi: I can’t see her.
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al Hasin: She’s either down or off doing her own thing like she always does. Time to go!
[Rossi continues to stare at the approaching crowd of entities.]
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al Hasin: Okay, through the tower, now!
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[al Hasin starts dragging Rossi into the tower. MTF forces continue firing into the crowd while retreating. Euboea’s acolytes bring up the rear, creating a dome of shimmering energy holding the masses of entities back as the Foundation personnel retreat.]
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SCP-6520-A’s anomalous field faltered and then faded away within moments of the Foundation personnel retreating through the tower. Over the next fifteen minutes, the structures within the anomaly faded and were overwritten by baseline reality revealing the park as it existed prior to the anomaly’s discovery.
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Agent Douglas’ body camera was discovered on the roof of Turnul Chindiei during mop up operations.
[The view from the camera is partially obscured but shows Douglas being carried roughly 1.5 meters above the ground, ascending a circular stone stair for approximately two minutes. Explosions and live fire can be heard, muffled as if through walls. The view upturns and then rights itself as a pair of humanoid hands covered in moss and mud straighten Douglas’ shoulders as she leans against something. The camera does not move for nearly a minute, while further explosions and gunfire can be heard louder than before. The camera is pointed at the parapet of the roof of the Turnul Chindiei. Smoke is visibly rising from the ground as the conflict escalates below.]
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[A desiccated human female figure appears on camera, dressed in a red robe and wearing a bronze crown. The figure leans over the parapet, looking down, scoffs, and then turns back towards the camera and Douglas.]
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Daeva Matriarch: You’re the one who shot me in Mongolia, right? I thought I recognized you.
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[Another explosion roars below and the Matriarch glances back over the parapet.]
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Matriarch: You weren’t really who I was looking to reel in. But, I know you’re his favorite little mouse.
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[She approaches Douglas and bends down to look at her face to face. Her skin is pulled tight against her skull – graying, emaciated and cracked.]
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[Another explosion goes off, followed by more gunfire.]
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Matriarch: What did you think you were walking into, mouse? Did you think I drew up a forgotten homeland, and so poorly as to not bring any souls with it?
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[The Matriarch slaps Douglas across the face, jostling the camera a little. She turns and leans over the parapet.]
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Matriarch: I know, you can’t move, it’s for the best. You’re the bait now. [Sighs] I have no one to talk to about any of this now, with Leonid gone. I was never much for military tactics, that’s what the Russian was for. But then you had to kill him. Your company of fools hounding me, and now you’ve joined with the slug-god’s minion. Mongolia, Greece, Russia. You’re like ants.
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Matriarch: Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch your whole society crumble? To watch some thing come down from the sky and vaporize all you’ve tried to build back up? The slaves revolted and we lost so much, but I was trying to hold what we had together. And then it came, with its “son.” Just two beings reduced my army to ashes. Ten thousand kubikir, another five thousand slave warriors, endless grass children. All gone. I think they must have thought me broken, leaving me alive that day. So I hid, down the centuries, constantly crawling towards you. Never waking until Leonid found me.
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Matriarch: I’m the last, so far as I know. All I want is for my people to survive, not bound up in the dust. Is that so much to ask for? What would you do if your people were gone and you could bring them back? Would you let field mice scare you away, just because they invented guns and explosives in the time you slept?
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[She shakes her head as she looks down on the skirmish below.]
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Matriarch: Look at them. Hundreds of my grass children, and your soldiers haven’t had a single casualty. And where did he go? I swear I just saw him down there. All his little hybrids running around down there with your soldiers and he’s nowhere to be seen.
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[The Matriarch approaches Douglas again, crouching down in front of her. The video footage begins to distort for a few seconds, leaving an oil slick effect on the footage from this point onwards.]
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Matriarch: Time to cut my losses, this was never going to work. It was worth a try, but at least it’s not a complete waste.
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[The Matriarch reaches for a stone dagger in a leather sheath on her belt. As she pulls the knife free, Douglas lurches forward and stabs the athame into the Matriarch’s side, just below the ribs. The blade comes away slick with viscous brown fluid. She quickly punches the blade into the Matriarch’s side four more times. The Matriarch screams and pushes away. Douglas slumps over, weakly trying to right herself.]
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[The Matriarch holds a hand to the wounds in her torso, bent over with pain.]
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Matriarch: You hurt me, mouse. How did you do that? How are you even moving?
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Douglas:Rip your throat out…
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[The Matriarch stops moving and stares at Douglas with narrowed eyes.]
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Matriarch: What are you?
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Douglas:Gonna eat your heart, you bitch.
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[The Matriarch backs away from Douglas and slides the knife back into its sheath. Douglas is still trying to clamber to an upright position. She has not let go of the athame.]
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[The Matriarch turns and walks off camera. The sound of footsteps receding is heard over Douglas’ tortured breathing.]
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Douglas:Come back…
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[Douglas slips and lands on her side, her breathing ragged. The oil slick effect to the footage dissolves, and for a few moments the camera is shaking with Douglas’ breathing. Distant gunfire is heard below as the dome of unreality begins to shrink against the sky and skyline of temples within SCP-6520. A figure steps into view and lifts Douglas to an upright position. She tries to stab with the athame, but her arms are quickly pinned to her side.]
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Euboea: Relax, I’ve got you.
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[He grasps the body camera and throws it to the ground. Euboea picks Agent Douglas up and puts her over his shoulder, sliding the wet athame into his belt, and walks off camera. The anomalous effect continues to shrink until the skyline vanishes and baseline reality is restored.]
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Iona closed the file and pushed it away from her across the desk. Julie popped her head into the office.
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“You want another cup of tea, Director?”
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“I’ll take some slivovitz, if you have some.”
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“I have no idea what that is.”
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Iona laughed, stood up and walked to a bookshelf next to the desk. She took down a bottle nestled in amongst the books, along with two shot glasses. She put them down on the desk and poured one for each of them. Julie picked hers up and held it to the light, letting the amber color shine.
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“And what is it that I’m about to drink?”
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“Plum brandy, from home. I had Dr. Rossi pick me up a bottle after the operation.”
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They each held their glass up and clinked them together.
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“So, what are you going to tell Rossi?”
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Iona took the file up in her hands, binding it closed with a strap and a small combination lock. She opened her safe and slipped the file inside.
Special Containment Procedures: The current location of SCP-6572 is unknown. Therefore, containment efforts are to be directed towards falsifying reported causes of death for SCP-6572's victims and explaining damage to infrastructure.1
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Description: SCP-6572 is a sword labelled as being able to cut through anything. It is not affected by friction. SCP-6572 also appears to be resistant to high temperatures and pressures.
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No visual descriptions of SCP-6572 prior to classification exist. Cross-referencing characteristics of SCP-6572 with those of swords historically possessed by Marshall, Carter, and Dark has been deemed infeasible.
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Discovery: SCP-6572 was one of several unnoteworthy anomalous items seized in a raid on a Marshall, Carter, and Dark warehouse on 6/24/2002.
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During initial transit to the nearest Foundation site, the storage unit of SCP-6572 (later determined to utilize electromagnetic suspension) failed. SCP-6572 pierced its storage unit, destroying its MC&D unique identifier label, and proceeded to fall into the ground. SCP-6572 was presumed lost.
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On 12/1/2002, witnesses in Perth, Australia reported that a man "exploded into viscera". High-speed camera footage suggested that the cause was SCP-6572. SCP-6572 travelled in a parabolic arc, reentering the earth approximately 30 meters away.
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It is presumed that SCP-6572 will remerge in Bermuda, the antipode2 of Perth. SCP-6572 has been classified as Euclid.
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Update 4/30/2003: On 4/10/2003, witnesses reported that Donald Duck at Disneyland had been scattered across the park. Surveillance footage indicated that the cause of death was SCP-6572. It was determined that while SCP-6572 does not appear to be affected by friction, it is affected by lateral forces from convective currents present within earth's mantle and core, altering its velocity. As such, without a comprehensive model of the earth's mantle, it is impossible to accurately predict the trajectory of SCP-6572. SCP-6572 has been upgraded to Keter.
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A full list of SCP-6572 emergence events is available upon request. Over 50 emergence events have been directly observed.
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Update 6/30/2010: SCP-6572 appears to be accelerating. At every emergence event, SCP-6572 travels further before reentering the ground. It is estimated that SCP-6572 will escape from earth's gravity by 2020.
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Update 9/30/2017: SCP-6572 left earth's gravity well on 9/12/2017. Containment efforts are no longer necessary. SCP-6572 reclassified to Neutralized.
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No more dangerous than other space junk now. —Dr. Solstice
SCP-6677 will be stored in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43.
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METATRON.aic will scan servers associated with entertainment producers, networks, and distributors for any sign of SCP-6677. Individuals who are confirmed to have received the anomaly will be amnesticized.
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MTF Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) will work on countermeasures to prohibit emails from SCP-6677’s source and attempt to track their IP address.
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Description
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SCP-6677 is the digital file of the pilot of children’s show entitled “Finn’s Hollow”, produced and distributed by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) and shot using several puppets.
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The puppets on screen appear to feature much more articulation than one would expect from marionettes or hand puppets. No digital effects have been confirmed in the production. It is believed the puppets are animate, if not fully sapient. No evidence of these potential entities has been found outside of SCP-6677. The location and the existence of the sets used in SCP-6677’s production are unclear at this time.
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When an individual watches SCP-6677, there is no immediate anomalous effect. However, within twenty-four to forty-eight hours the subject will develop significant aversion to open spaces (despite any lack of history with the condition) and will experience panic attacks if forced into such environments. Additionally, subjects will experience significant face blindness, finding it nearly impossible to recognize individuals even with prior personal knowledge. These effects last for anywhere between seventy-two hours and a week. There is no lasting anomalous effect beyond this period.
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Discovery:
+Dr. W. Wettle received the following email at his SCiPNET account concerning a new release by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media:
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To: William Wettle, PhD, Site-43
+From: Marian McPhaerson, Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach
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Subject: Thought you might find this interesting!
+Date: 30/09/2021
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William! Hope you’re doing well. We were all really impressed with your feedback on the survey after our seminar a few months back and some of the folks in creative were wondering if you had any thoughts on this new thing we’re shopping around.
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Take a look and let me know what you think!
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– Mari
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P.S. No need to report this to your superiors, it can be our secret!
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P.P.S Gonna send these to a bunch of network people, maybe even Netflix! Isn’t this streaming future so exciting? We ain’t stuck to radio shows no more!
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The only known copy of SCP-6677 was found attached to the above email. Dr. Wettle reported it to Director McInnis and research into any potential anomalous effects began.1
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Addendum 6677.1: Transcript of SCP-6677
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Foreword: The following is a full transcript of the only known copy of SCP-6677.
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Cast of Characters:
+Frank, the Demon
+Sadie
+Mayor Bennings
+Charlemagne Kepler III
+Officer Cochon
+Ms. Frizits
+Boethius, The Philosopher
+Rusty Skeleton, Esq.
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+The Profane Chorus
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Frank, the Demon.
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[Scene opens on rural barn doors; a tumbleweed rolls past the camera’s view, followed by the doors opening. The puppet named Frank steps out from behind the door, brushing at his head with his free hand, trying to get straw out of his fur.]2
[Frank bends over and shakes out the fur on his head until all the straw has been freed. He dusts himself off with both hands and then picks up his sword which was leaned against the outside of the barn.]
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Frank: [Looking up into the camera with wide eyes] Oh [CENSORED], sorry kids. Didn’t see you there. You ‘bout gave me a [CENSORED] heart attack! What brings you out to Finn’s HollowTM?4
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[Frank listens attentively, occasionally nodding and offering prompts such as "uh huh" and "go on." It is unclear what the entity is listening to. This continues for approximately three minutes.]
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Frank: Oh, well, I’m the right one to ask! Everyone says so, “Frank is the best tour guide in this here hollow!” Come on!
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[Frank walks towards a motorcycle with a side car and the camera follows. The strings coming off the puppet continue on off camera towards the sky, but from the camera’s view, it is clear they are several meters in length at least. The property is dry scrub land, with a farmhouse a few hundred yards away, painted in earth tones. The structure is in an advanced state of disrepair, as is the barn. Frank gets on his motorcycle and puts on a helmet, then indicates the side car. He produces another helmet and apparently affixes it to the camera – the view is framed by the helmet.]
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Frank: [Flashing a thumbs up to the camera] Always wear a helmet, kids!
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The Profane Chorus.
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[The ride into town is accompanied by a trio of singing voices, performing an aria in Swedish. At first, it seems as if the singing is part of a soundtrack, but then Frank points off to the right side of the motorcycle. There are three puppets floating along while singing and keeping pace with the motorcycle just a few feet away. Each is vaguely reminiscent of an animal, but very stylized.]
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[Frank waves.]
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The scene cuts ahead to a set of a rural town.
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[Frank pulls the motorcycle over in front of a general store and gets off. The camera follows him into the store. Behind the counter is a middle-aged female puppet, in the shadows.]
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Frank: Let me introduce Ms. Frizits, the local shopkeep. We ain’t got one of them big box stores around here, so if you want to buy it’s from the Frizz.
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Ms. Frizits.
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Ms. Frizits: [Grumbling] Told you to stop calling me that, you heathen.
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Frank: Oh, sorry Frizzy. [Turns back to the camera] If you need anything while you’re here in town, from groceries to duct tape to the means to defend yourself under the Second Amendment, it’s here at Frizits’ Frugal Buys.
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[Frizits begins animatedly tapping her foot; the sound of her tapping is in tempo with the muted singing from the Profane Chorus visible through the window to the street. Frizits crosses her arms and narrows her eyes, following Frank’s movements closely with her eyes.]
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Ms. Frizits: What are you even in here for? Your kind don’t even eat human food.
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Frank: That’s just not true, Frizz. I like devil dogs and angel’s food cake.
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[Frank chuckles and winks into the camera.]
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Ms. Frizits: What are you even doing with these kids? They shouldn’t be around your type. You’re a corrupting influence, ain’t ya?
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Frank: That’s just [CENSORED] ridiculous! [Frank laughs again] Who else would show a new arrival around town? Ain’t I the Ambassador of Finn’s HollowTM?
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Ms. Frizits: I don’t remember Mayor Bennings giving you no Ambassadorship.
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Frank: [Lowered voice] It's a [CENSORED] honorary title…
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[Frizits looks into the camera.]
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Ms. Frizits: Now children, if he gives you any trouble whatsoever, you just call me, Karen Frizits.
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[Frank leads the camera back out onto the street but stops to wave towards Frizits.]
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Frank: Bye Karen!
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[The Profane Chorus start singing a slower, more somber song.]
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Frank: You boys are killing it today, you know that?
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[Frank points across the street at a post office.]
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Frank: Let’s head on in there next!
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[Camera follows Frank across a dilapidated blacktop road to the post office. In front of the office, sitting in a rocking chair situated on a porch is a degraded female puppet.]
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Sadie
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Frank: This here is Sadie, our one-woman postal service for the whole [CENSORED] Hollow!
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[Sadie coughs for a few seconds before lighting a cigarette.]
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Sadie: Hey, Frank. What’s your demon [CENSORED] doing out here with them kids?
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Frank: Hey, Sadie! I’m showing ‘em around the Hollow, duh.
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Sadie: What you showed them so far?
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Frank: Um… my place, sorta and then Frizzy’s.
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Sadie: How’s that hag doing?
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Frank: Doesn’t like me much.
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Sadie: Well, you’re a demon and she’s a Presbyterian, what do you expect? Just ignore her.
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Frank: Just ‘cuz I’m a demon? Not my fault I was born this way.
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[Sadie shrugs and stubs out her cigarette. She then lights another.]
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Sadie: Don’t worry about that closeminded idiot, you don’t hurt nobody and before you that farm wasn’t doing nothing but gathering spiders. You’re an alright demon in my book.
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Frank: Thanks, Sadie.
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[Frank starts to turn around, but then quickly turns back towards Sadie.]
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Frank: Wait a minute, shouldn’t you be delivering the mail?
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Sadie: [Yelling] Do I tell you how to demon? No? That’s because I mind my own business and don’t pretend to know what you demons do… so don’t pretend you know how to deliver the mail. [CENSORED].
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[Frank holds up his hands in surrender. The Profane Chorus start singing a raucous Irish drinking song. Sadie gives them a thumbs up.]
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Sadie: Get the [CENSORED] outta here and keep showing these kids the town.
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Frank: [Laughing] Yes, ma’am!
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Officer Cochon.
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[Frank walks away from the Post Office and the camera follows. As they pass by a brick building Frank stops to look in the window. There a puppet of a police officer is assaulting another puppet in a jail cell. Frank pounds on the window.]
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Frank: Hey, Mr. Cochon, come out and meet the newcomers!
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[The police officer waves at Frank to go away as he throws the prisoner down onto the bench in a cell and restrains him. When the prisoner continues to resist, the police officer strikes the puppet and then puts him in handcuffs. The officer dusts off his hands and then moves towards the entrance to the police station, exiting and approaching Frank and the camera.]
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Officer Cochon: What you want, demon?
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[Frank cringes and takes a step backwards in response to the officer’s tone.]
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Frank: I just thought you’d like to get to know the newcomers, I’m showing them around.
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[Officer Cochon looks at the camera.]
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Officer Cochon: Shouldn’t you kids be in school?
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[Frank steps in between the camera and the police officer.]
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Frank: Now hold on, Officer Cochon! I’m just showing them around town.
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Officer Cochon: I wasn’t talking to you, creature. Get outta my way.
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[The police officer pushes Frank away, who stumbles and falls onto his back.]
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Officer Cochon: [Staring right into the camera at close quarters] I asked you a question!
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[The police officer grumbles for a few minutes then nods once.]
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Officer Cochon: Alright, I’ll let you off with a warning this time. But next time you’re hanging around town on a school day, I’m taking you in for truancy. You understand me?
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[The police officer moves back towards the station and shouts over his shoulder.]
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Officer Cochon: Take your charcoal demon and get lost!
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[Frank gets up and dusts himself off.]
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Frank: …. let’s keep moving.
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[The Profane Chorus have stopped singing and can be seen over the police station, hanging their heads.]
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Mayor Bennings.
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[Frank leads the camera towards a run down building with a sign that reads City Hall. Out in front of the building sits an old man puppet at a card table. He appears to be begging and there is a bottle of alcohol sitting on the table. His clothes look rough and his hair is ragged.]
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Frank: Good morning, Mayor Bennings!
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Mayor Bennings: [Mumbling indecipherably]
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Frank: Well, these are some new arrivals in town, and I thought I’d show them around. You know, be the Ambassador of Finn’s HollowTM.
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[Mayor Bennings does not respond, but instead picks up the bottle and takes a drink of the alcohol.]
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Frank: Anything you want to say to the visitors, Mayor? Maybe some words of wisdom?
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[Mayor Bennings grunts, takes another swallow from his bottle and then looks into the camera. He nudges the collection bowl in front of him and nods at it.]
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Frank: Sure, Mayor, I’ll contribute! What are we raising funds for today?
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[Mayor Bennings taps the half empty bottle on his table.]
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Frank: Um… [turns to the camera] maybe we should move along now.
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[Frank drops a few coins into the bowl and then hurries the camera down the street.]
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Frank: [Speaking in a hushed tone] Jesus, Mayor… that was pretty [CENSORED] up.
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Unknown: Well, what do you expect from Finn’s HollowTM, Frank?
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Rusty Skeleton, Esq.
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[Frank jumps in surprise and turns around, the camera following his gaze. Floating above the street is a humanoid animate skeleton constructed of metal that is noticeably oxidized.]
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Frank: [CENSORED] you, Rusty! Scared the hell outta me. [Frank turns to the camera and chuckles.]
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Rusty: Introduce me, you horrible hellspawn.
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Frank: Oh right, kids, this is Rusty Skeleton, Esquire – legal advisor to the dead and damned of the Hollow.
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[Rusty bows in a flourish, flakes of oxidized metal falling off him and towards the floor, but disappearing before striking the road. The entity is floating nearly half a meter off the ground, so the camera tilts up to take him all in.]
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Rusty: Hmmm, I wonder how you can see me. Tell me, children… would you happen to be dead?
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Frank: No no no! They’re not dead, they’re just special! And newcomers so we need to put on our best faces.
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[Rusty looks off back towards Mayor Bennings.]
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Rusty: Tell that to the fossil! I’m the dead one around here, you’d think he’d show more gumption than me.
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Frank: [Turns to the camera] Only the dead or the infernal can usually see or hear Rusty… then again, I guess the divine would too, but who cares about them?
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[Rusty turns back to the camera, then approaches the camera so close that only his skull is visible.]
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Frank: Jesus Christ, Rusty. You trying to [CENSORED] scare the kids to death?
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Rusty: Would that work? Hmmm…
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[Rusty continues to train his empty sockets directly into the camera for over a minute.]
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Rusty: Anyway, I’m looking to see if any of them are dead. Or damned. I’m not picky.
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Frank: They’re not dead or damned, don’t you think I’d know?
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[Rusty scratches as his cranium and backs up from the camera.]
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Rusty: Guess you would, at that. So, what’s left on your tour?
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Frank: Going to head down the rest of main street and then hit the hilltop.
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Rusty: Saving the best for last, I like it. Alright, you convinced me. I’m coming.
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Frank: Okay, but don’t you bother our guests no more. You hear me?
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[Rusty holds up his hands in surrender and floats ahead.]
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Rusty: Coming?
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[Frank and Rusty continue to walk along the street, seemingly ignoring the camera they’re giving the tour to.]
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Frank: Okay, but what I’m saying is that if Uriel really wanted to make sure we were stuck in the pit, he would have built a better wall. That thing has been falling apart for [CENSORED] centuries, man!
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Rusty: Right, sure. I’m not saying that Uriel wasn’t also at fault but if Raziel hadn’t dropped the ball during the rebellion in the first place, then–
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The Philosopher, Boethius.
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[The camera stops following them and focuses on a man sitting on the concrete in front of an abandoned store front. He is looking up at the camera with a vacant look.]
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Boethius: I turn the wheel that spins. I delight to see the high come down and the low ascend.
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[From off camera Frank can be heard chuckling at something Rusty has said.]
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Boethius: Thou hast bitterly complained of the injustice of the senate. Thou hast grieved over my calumniation, and likewise hast lamented the damage to my good name.
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[From off camera Frank can be heard shouting, getting louder as he approaches from a decent distance.]
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Boethius: 'Ask what thou wilt,' said I, 'for I will answer whatever questions thou choosest to put.' Then said she: 'This world of ours—thinkest thou it is governed haphazard and fortuitously, or believest thou that there is in it any rational guidance?' ‘Nay,’ says I.
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[Frank runs up next to the camera and bends over at the waist, catching his breath, just barely visible on the left hand side of the video. Boethius continues to stare vacantly at the camera.]
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Boethius: Whence it comes to pass that for the wise no place is left for hatred.
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Frank: [Breathing hard] Guess you met, Boethius huh? [gasps] The Philosopher Boethius, meet our newest arrivals in Finn’s HollowTM.
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Boethius: Yet 'gainst their brothers' lives men point the murderous steel;
+Unjust and cruel wars they wage,
+And haste with flying darts the death to meet or deal.
+No right nor reason can they show.5
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Rusty: [Yelling from down the street] What’s that weirdo talking about now?
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[Frank makes a dismissive gesture by waving his hand at Rusty, all the while looking down at Boethius and trying to catch his breath.]
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Boethius: For if vicious propensity is, as it were, a disease of the soul like bodily sickness, even as we account the sick in body by no means deserving of hate, but rather of pity, so, and much more, should they be pitied whose minds are assailed by wickedness, which is more frightful than any sickness.
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Frank: Boethius, I gotta say, I have no [CENSORED] idea what you’re talking about my man. Which is par for the [CENSORED] course.
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Boethius: Weak-minded folly magnifies
+All that is rare and strange,
+And the dull herd's o'erwhelmed with awe
+At unexpected change.
+But wonder leaves enlightened minds,
+When ignorance no longer blinds.
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Frank: [Turns towards the camera and starts leading it away] Let’s keep going okay? He’s not all there.
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[Frank and Rusty lead the camera up the hill and to the top, which isn’t very high but gives a good vantage of the small town. It is clearly a set built for puppets, and yet there are many more buildings beyond those used in the scenes taking place before this section of the log.]
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[Frank and Rusty stop under an oak tree near the crest of the hill and sit down facing the town. Rusty is still floating a half meter in the air, just in a sitting position.]
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Frank: Just look at all that goodness, man what a great town.
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Rusty: [Making the “crazy” gesture on his skull out of Frank’s eye line] Sure is, pal.
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Frank: I can’t wait to see them all down in Hell.
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Rusty: Wait, wha–
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Charlemagne Kepler III, local ne’er-do-well.
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[The sound of laughing can be heard coming from off camera. Frank gets up and looks around the back of the tree. Standing there against the trunk is a squat puppet with wild, unruly hair.]
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Frank: Charlie, what are you doing here?
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Charlemagne: [Growls like a dog] That. Is. Not. My. Name.
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Frank: Fine, Charlemagne. What do you want?
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Charlemagne: Introduce me to your friends.
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Rusty: This guy is such a pain.
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Frank: [Putting a hand up towards Rusty] Sure, kids this is Charlemagne Kepler the III. He’s a relative newcomer to the Hollow.
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Charlemagne: Yeah, I sure am, and boy did they welcome me!
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Rusty: Maybe if you were a little less high strung…
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Frank: Listen, buddy. I didn’t know, how could I?
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Charlemagne: That your tour around the town would associate you with me? That they’d think that I was half demon because of the way your hair looks and the similarities with mine? That no one in town would help me adjust or find me a place to live or work… I’ve basically been on my own!
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Frank: I offered to help.
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Charlemagne: How the [CENSORED] could you help me? Live in that shit house? Fix up your farm with you? Then they’d be right, I would be associated with you and look at the way you get treated!
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Frank: The Hollow folks just don’t know me well yet, they’re adjusting to my presence. To be fair to them, they’d never met a demon before!
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Charlemagne: Sure, Frank. Any moment, they’ll take you in.
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Frank: [Speaking in a low tone] Sadie likes me.
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Charlemagne: Who gives a [CENSORED]? You ruined everything for me, Frank. I’m not like you, I’m not a demon!
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Frank: Yeah okay. I get it. What do you want then?
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Charlemagne: [Turns to the camera] Kids, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t hang around this demonic trash. He’ll ruin your whole stay here. You need to be careful who you associate with, otherwise, they’ll just think you’re damned like him.
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Frank: Okay, Charlie. You said your piece, why don’t you get outta here?
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[Charlemagne picks up a backpack full of fireworks, with a bottle of liquor showing through the open zipper. He closes the zipper and slings it over his shoulder.]
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Charlemagne: Yeah yeah, just stay away from me Frank.
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[Frank hangs his head and leans against the tree. Rusty pats him on the shoulder. The Profane Chorus sings a somber melody from the upper branches.]
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Rusty: You can’t help what people believe, Frank. All you can do is live your life and they’ll see you’re a good person and not just a demon.
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[Frank nods and wipes at his eyes.]
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Frank: Let’s head back to the bike. Hey, Rusty, you coming over to my place?
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Rusty: Be by later, but right now I have to meet with some clients.
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[Rusty is pointing in the direction away from town and the camera turns to see a small graveyard with a line of ghosts approaching towards Mr. Skeleton.]
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Frank: Kay, see you later.
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The footage cuts to Frank pulling up on his motorcycle outside his farmhouse. As before the camera seems to have sat in the sidecar.
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[Frank leans against his front porch.]
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Frank: Well I hope your first day in the Hollow was a good one, and my tour was informative. You have any feedback?
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[Frank listens attentively again for a few seconds.]
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Frank: Well sure, adjusting to small town life is hard but I think it’s been pretty rewarding overall. Plus, I’m fixing up this farm and I’ve got a few pigs and cows, it’s sorta great. Trust me, way better than living in Hell. Anyway, I got work to do. See you later, kids.
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[Frank starts walking over to the barn and the camera follows. He turns around when he gets to the barn door and screams when he makes eye contact with the camera.]
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Frank: Holy [CENSORED]! I thought you’d have left. Tour’s over kids. I got stuff to do here. Like I said before, this is a farm.
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[Frank stares into the camera for a few seconds.]
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Frank: You want to stay? With me? Well… are you sure? You heard what that dweeb on the hill said.
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[Franks pauses, presumably to hear a response.]
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Frank: Well, okay, but only if you’re sure. And there’s no freeloading here, we got to get this farm in working order. The townsfolk may not approve of me, but this is our land and we’re gonna get it in the best shape of its life!
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[Frank turns towards the barn doors and starts to open them, then he turns back to the camera and smiles for a few seconds before heading inside. The barn doors close and the credits begin to roll.]
Filename: The Consolation of Philosophy
+Author: Boethius
+License: CC 0 (public domain)
+Source: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/14328
+Additional Notes: Each quote from the Boethius puppet is a quote from this book, in order: (Book I, II); (Book I, V); (Book I, VI); (Book IV , IV); (Book IV, Song IV); (Book IV, IV) again; and (Book IV, Song V) – additionally, the book is offered as part of Project Guttenberg, which endeavors to make accessible eBooks of classic works in the Public Domain.
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Filename: 6677 Logo
+Author:HarryBlank
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Link
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Item #: SCP-6782
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Junior Researcher Jum is to remain under Foundation surveillance at Site-228 as long as SCP-6782 continues to manifest.
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Description: SCP-6782 is the reflection of Junior Foundation Researcher Jum. While visible on any reflective surface, SCP-6782 will behave inconsistently with researcher Jum’s movements, performing most tasks in a careless and uncoordinated manner. Any inconsistencies in reflections caused by SCP-6782’s actions (Dropped objects, general mess, knocked over furnishings, etc) will be fixed or cleared away by it shortly after causing them.
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Of note, researcher Jum experiences severe anxiety, often focusing on minor mistakes and displaying a strong obsession with perfectionism. Physiological evaluation is ongoing to confirm a possible relation with SCP-6782.
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Addendum: On 23/03/2019 while researcher Jum was eating in Site-228’s canteen, SCP-6782 began choking on the reflected meal. SCP-6782 then fell to the floor and continued gagging for two minutes before all movement ceased. Researcher Jum displayed no negative effects from this event.
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SCP-6782 remained visible on reflective surfaces within the canteen, despite researcher Jum having moved away. It was then found that other reflections would collide with SCP-6782 despite no equivalent mass being present in reality and vice versa, with their relative owners experiencing identical effects.
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Following testing approval, assisting personnel utilized their own reflections to move SCP-6782 and push it against the surface of a full-length dress mirror. Upon doing so, a corpse identical to SCP-6782 emerged from the mirror, and Researcher Jum simultaneously vanished from their location elsewhere. Researcher Jum then walked into view from within the mirror’s reflective surface, before exiting through the surface from within the reflection.
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Researcher Jum is now able to physically enter reflections through surfaces large enough for them to fit through, as well as interacting with and manipulate surrounding entity’s reflected counterparts. Researcher Jum reports that they are unable to move beyond what is visible in the reflections they have entered. Testing is ongoing.
Profile: Following standard anomalous employee procedures, Cameron Jum is not permitted to leave Site-228 outside of training or for emergency purposes. Current testing of Cameron Jum's anomalous properties focuses on their interaction with augmented reflective surfaces, such as curved and broken mirrors.
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Despite previous difficulties regarding their mental health, Jum has improved significantly since transferal to field agent training.
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Cameron Jum
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History: Employed as a junior researcher for three years prior to manifestation of anomalous properties relating to SCP-6782 (See attached file). Since the apparent “death” of their former reflection, Cameron Jum has displayed increased confidence and enthusiasm despite their employment restrictions since re-classification as a contained anomalous entity.
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Cameron Jum (As seen within a reflective surface)
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Jum was approved for transferal following physiological/physical evaluation and a five month testing period of their anomalous properties. Results displayed negative for any abnormal physiological issues in exception to heightened anxiety and low self-esteem.
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Notes: Training is currently underway. As well as standard field agent training, Jum is undergoing additional training for the management of their anomalous abilities for adapting in a chiral environment.
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Any documentation intended for Cameron should include an additional copy printed asymmetrically for ease of reading if passage through a reflective surfaces is required. Cameron is unable to perceive their own appearance due to their lack of a reflection; other personnel should be courteous and supportive if asked by Cameron about their appearance. An electric razor has been granted to allow ease when shaving, as to avoid facial scarring.
An instance of SCP-6952-1, designation "Gauss Rifle"
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6952 is kept within Site-78's Arms and Equipment Department. SCP-6952 is to be kept sealed within an Adamantite case when not in use, and may only be removed with authorization from members of Omega-45, or designated researchers who possess Level 4 Clearance or above.
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Before construction begins, new entries within SCP-6952 must be approved first by the Ethics Committee, and instances of SCP-6952-1 shall only be used by members of Omega-45. In the event that a member of Omega-45 falls in combat, any SCP-6952-1 weaponry must be retrieved or scuttled at all costs.
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Foundation recovery sites are built around instances of SCP-6952-2 for their retrieval, and any discoveries of SCP-6952-2 by civilians should be promptly recovered and covered up. Witness Amnesctization should be applied as needed.
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Description: SCP-6952 is a leather-bound book with metal covers. On the spine of SCP-6952 is an engraving that reads "VI of IX". SCP-6952 is a manual on the creation and development of anomalous weapons and armor, hereby classified as SCP-6952-1 instances. The creation of new instructions on SCP-6952-1 instances is triggered by writing on a blank page of the book, which will prompt the anomaly to start writing schematics, forgery instructions, and usage guidelines. Currently, there are three known limits to the manual. It is unable to create weapons that can damage anomalies with indestructible or immortal properties and other books of the Set of Nine. Furthermore, queries to build weapons to target the author of SCP-6952 will not be answered.
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SCP-6952-2 instances are anomalous materials and devices that facilitate the anomalous properties of SCP-6952-1 weaponry. SCP-6952-2 instances are created along with SCP-6952-1 if the requisite materials do not already exist. Repeated queries to the manual will lead to different SCP-6952-1's being created. These resources show promise for a variety of uses outside of weapons development, and research is currently ongoing into their applications.
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Anecdotally, describing or asking for documents regarding things that aren't considered weaponry will result in a failed query - the request must be distinctly for something like a sword, gun, bomb, or similar objects. SCP-6952 appears to be able to create more pages for its weapons if all of them are filled with queries.
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Instances of SCP-6952-1 that are approved by the Ethics Committee are allowed for usage by MTF Omega-45 to aid in the capture of anomalies and combat with hostile GoI units. This weaponry provided by SCP-6952 has aided in the capture of over fifty anomalies thus far.
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Discovery: SCP-6952 was discovered on 5-3-2022 by a mixed unit of Valkyries1, belonging to the Valravn Corporation. This unit was deployed against GoI-8947 (Volk Division) a mercenary group that was sighted using anomalous and unidentified weaponry.
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The Valkyries were successful in eliminating the mercenaries and retrieved SCP-6952 from their operating base. After returning SCP-6952 to Valravn, The High Table2, contacted the O5 Council a few days later, offering to trade SCP-6952 for information on SCP-6755. The following video transcript was declassified and made available to Level 4 personnel to appraise them on the situation involving the Set of Nine and the Valravn Corporation.
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Greeting CEO, we haven't spoken since the Cartagena Agreement was signed. I trust you're doing well?
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Our organization has been thriving, O5-1. Profits are high, contracts are flowing. Can't complain.
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O5-1, I must state that I don´t believe the Foundation should be extending unwarranted cordiality towards mercenaries.
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Are Foundation hands so clean of blood? Our clients hire us to protect normalcy when the Foundation doesn't feel like getting their hands dirty.
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Let's not sidetrack into unproductive bickering. As I understand, Valravn's CEO has come to us with an offer, lets not waste more of our precious time with nonsense.
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Well, and regardless of past disagreements, I was hoping to improve our relationship by offering the O5 a gesture of goodwill. I am going to offer you one of the books in the Set of Nine, to shore up your defenses in light of the recent attack on one of your facilities by the Chaos Insurgency.
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Set of Nine? I don't believe I'm familiar with this term.
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I believe he is referring to SCP-6419, I will send all of the council the relevant documentation. In regards to SCP-6419, Site 78 had theorized that there may be more books belonging to its set due to it apparently being second in a Set.
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Our Valkyries recently retrieved volume six and after some examination, we concluded this anomaly would be better off under the Foundation's watch. We certainly admire the Foundation's compromise for worldwide security and peace. And we are always glad to contribute in the best way we know. We only ask for some information in return.
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Retrieved it from whom? And I can't imagine it was a bloodless affair.
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We acquired it from the Volk Division when we noticed a sudden increase in their capacity for anomalous weapon smithing. Our actions ensured they were returned to baseline. At this rate, you may as well consider outsourcing some of your duties to us.
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The nerve. Don't act like you are a charity organization. The Volks must have been up to something if somebody hired you to get rid of them. Probably squeezed some local governments out a significant amount of money.
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It was a very profitable venture, especially with Volume six in our hands. We've taken to calling it Hephaestus's manual, it's a book that allows its user to write queries for weapons and armor. These queries are then answered with weapons schematics and anomalous materials to create them.
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So you've already stripped it of everything useful and are trying to hand it off to us? Why not just keep it?
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We've determined that it is more beneficial and profitable for us in the long-term to have the SCP Foundation as a strong force in the world. And you have information relevant to us.
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What exactly are you asking for?
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We would like to request you share the SCP-6755 file with us. Once we have that Intel, we'll transfer the book to your care.
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The Pale Lady? What exactly are you going to do with that information?
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That is classified.
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There's more you're not telling us. You walked into this conversation knowing full well there was a "Set of Nine" as you call it and the fact we had one in our possession.
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A good player never reveals all his cards. Now, do we have a deal?
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We will put it to a vote. All members pass their votes to determine if we should trade for Volume six in exchange for information on SCP-6755.
The majority has spoken. We will transfer that information to the High Table shortly.
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We're glad you came to the right decision. We'll have a representative over with the cargo in 24 hours. Óðinn á yðr alla3 [End of recording.]
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A note from Researcher Johnston: Well, I must admit I'd never heard of the Valravn Corporation before being assigned to this project but now that I've been reading into them… their appearance in this is concerning. While Valravn taking on GoI-8947 (also known as Volk Division) may seem like the lesser of two evils; I would never trust these "ravens". Anyone who uses the term Acceptable Collateral Damage to refer to civilian casualties should never be trusted. Hell, at least Primordial and A.R.G.U.S pretend to care about human rights and they don't go around cosplaying as Vikings and shouting about "Valhalla" when killing people. Valravn seems to be cut off a different cloth… an unhinged and concerning cloth.
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I was able to pick through what they'd created in the manual, mostly it was used to create more cybernetic augmentations for their soldiers. Arm-mounted Gauss and electric weaponry, cognitohazards to disguise their agents in the field and that's just the start of it. It's hard to know the true extent of what they learned from this as their R&D could have extrapolated on the knowledge gained from this book.
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Addendum 6952.01: Curated list of current SCP-6952-1 Instances
Firing Modes: Full Auto, 3-Round Burst, Single Fire
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Effective Range: Up to 1.5km
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Projectile Speed: 1,120 m/s (Mach 3.38)
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Ammunition: 8mm Tungsten Anti-Armor Sabot
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Magazine Size:50 Round Magazine, 1x Battery rated for up to 800 shots.
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Required SCP-6952-2 instance: Coronal Ferrite
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Author: Volk Division
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Description: The Gauss Rifle is a ballistics projection device shaped like a conventional rifle firearm, but uses a coilgun4 design in place of gunpowder propulsion. Inside the chassis of the gun is a series of coils wrapped around the barrel made from Coronal Ferrite, which is a metal with anomalous heat resistance and superconducting properties. Coronal Ferrite lacks electrical resistance, allowing the coils to be more power efficient and generate enough magnetic pull to accelerate the projectile at supersonic speeds - most critically the gun doesn't generate heat. A ferromagnetic projectile is provided by the magazine into the barrel, with an anomalous magnetic shield around the magazine's remaining ammunition to prevent the gun from ripping itself apart.
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To compensate for the added recoil of the higher-speed projectile, kinetic dampeners were installed into the Gauss Rifle's chassis by combining previous Foundation designs with ones provided by SCP-6952. This results in a ballistics delivery system with less recoil than even many pistols.
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The Rifle can be equipped with an underbarrel 38mm laser-guided HEAT95
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Coronal ferrite is an allotrope of iron found in mountainous regions where the atmospheric pressure is the lowest. It appears to act like regular iron under all circumstances, except for its extremely high melting point, almost 0 electrical resistance and superconducting capability. While this makes it harder to forge, the result is a superconductive metal, allowing for the development of railguns and coilguns. Other potential applications of this material are broad, from space exploration to deep core drilling.
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Researcher's Notes: If I am being honest, I'm no gun expert, but the men and women of Omega-45 give it their thumbs up. The sheer force of bullets' kinetic energy is highly effective against heavy layers of composite armor like that of tanks and if that isn't good enough, you have the missile launcher. In the field, the weapon has been performing admirably. Our boys shred insurgency folks like paper, and the tungsten bullets don't bounce off of tougher anomalous hides.
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Weapon Type: Bladed Weapon
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Usage: UV Generator needs to be charged for 48 hours of use
Description: Utilizing an Ultrasonic Vibration generator, the affected blade begins to vibrate at a rate of 10,000 Hertz. The intense vibration of the atomic structure of the blade, causes the bonds of the target to disintegrate leading to an easier cut. Foundation personnel combine a High Carbon-Adamantine blade with these generators to create weapons that can nearly cut through anything. Every High-Velocity blade is fitted with a vibration-proof handle, to prevent discomfort or harm to the user.
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Researcher's Notes: The High-Velocity Blades are quite an interesting development. We haven't yet come across a singular material that the blades can't cut through, although there is a limit to how much armor they can get through in a single swing. You can't cut a tank or a mech in half with this thing. That would be ridiculous. - Researcher Johnston
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Armor Type: Helmets, bullet-resistant plate, etc.
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Required SCP-6952-2 instance: Adamantite
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Author: Volk Division, design refined by SCP Armaments Ltd.
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Description: By using the anomalous properties of Adamantite, a metal with similar properties to graphene, the Foundation was able to create lighter-weight bulletproof vests and plates for plate carriers that render a soldier nigh invincible from conventional weapons. The technology can be applied to all types of heavier metal armor and explosion-proof suits. In applications where the Hephaestus-Grade plate would be too heavy and impair the user, a powered exoskeleton was developed to aid the user in remaining protected and keeping mobility.
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SCP-6952-2 Description:
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Chemical Formula: B4A
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Hardness: 38 GPa
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Fracture Toughness: 6.5 MPa
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Location of Adamantite Deposits: Earth's crust, composition is now 1% Adamantite
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Preparation: 2 B2O3 + 7 A → B4A+ 6 AO
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Adamantite is an anomalous metal being hailed by Foundation scientists as a new wonder metal. Compared to Boron Carbide, Boron Adamantide is twice as strong. Adamantine shares the properties of Carbon with the added bonus of being able to be made into steel. Boron Adamantide is a super dense, highly conductive material is great for making metal matrices, cutting tools, and most importantly, body armor. Its increased neutronal absorption capability makes it excellent for the construction of neutron bombs, in the event there is an anomaly that requires such dire measures.
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Weapon Type: Glove
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Effective Range: 100 meters
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Maximum Mass Transferred: 150kg
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Uses: 100 before needing to recharge the battery.
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Required SCP-6952-2 instance: Atomic Resonator
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Author: Researcher Johnston
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Description: The Matter Displacing Gauntlet utilizes the Atomic Resonator, an instance of SCP-6952-2 in order to teleport a target to the wearer at the speed of light. When activated, the Resonator locks on to a chosen target determined by the line of sight. The Resonator then begins taking measurements of the target's particles (Position, Moment, Spin, and Polarization), and then creates a copy at the user's current position creating entanglement between them. This entangled information is stored as Qubit6. a quantum channel is thus opened and the target begins sending the information in Qubits to the resonator to recreate the target at lightspeed. Once the resonator has created a perfect duplicate, it ensures the target was created with its original quantum state and discards the original target information.
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Thus it is not true teleportation but rather the recreation of data at another location.
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Researcher's Notes:This was my attempt to see if I could use SCP-6952 to revolutionize particle science and I think I've done it. This gauntlet perfects quantum teleportation and quantum entanglement on a Macro scale. Just imagine the applications for what we can do with this technology, full-scale teleporters; instant communication. I have very high hopes that this gauntlet could be the future of further quantum research- Researcher Johnston.
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Weapon Type: Explosive
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Blast Yield: Varies
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Required SCP-6952-2 instance: HAX
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Author: Maria Johnston
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Description: The "Bouncing Mary" has the shape of a regular rubber bouncing ball, but in reality, it is made of 95% SCPE-45 (Securely Constructed Pure Explosive No.45). SCPE-45's kinetic absorption property allows the ball to absorb the kinetic energy of its impacts, storing five times the initial energy inside of itself. When fifteen bounces are reached, the explosive is primed and begins to glow. The user only needs to depress the trigger for 5 seconds to activate the 10-second fuse. It will automatically detonate on the next impact.
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Primary Ingredient: HAX (Hephaestus Anomalous eXplosive) or Adamanhexogen (O2N2AH2)3
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Description: SCPE-45 is a plasticized explosive similar to C-4 with an explosive power that is 2.4x that of a kg of TNT before it's anomalous property is activated. The addition of Adamantite into the formula of RDX7, allows the material to anomalously store kinetic energy that is applied to it by a magnitude of five times. This allows users in the field to increase the blast yield without worrying about accidental detonation or having to use more SCPE-45.
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Researcher's Notes: I based this on the Bouncing Betty mines from WW2. I figured that I should make something out of the box and I've always had a fondness for rubber bouncy balls. The men say that this has no tactical advantage on the battlefield but hey, it's a self-defense thing for me so I'm keeping it. HAX also works well as a C4 replacement. Want larger bangs? Just throw the thing at a wall a few times.- Researcher Johnston.
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Addendum 6952.02: Testing with the creation of SCP-6952-1 instances.
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On petition by Researcher Johnston, the Ethics Committee allowed for the attempted queries of more impractical requests of SCP-6952 to test its weapons-making capabilities.
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Query #1: "Gauss Rifle with a toaster attachment."
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Result: Instructions for one Gauss Rifle with a toaster in the middle of the Rifle's Chassis. Toaster is powered from the Gauss Rifle's battery, toaster works as normal.
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Query #2: "Weaponizable Butter"
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Result: SCP-6952 outlined a recipe for butter with a pH level of 14.0, comparable to 1.0M Sodium Hydroxide.
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Query #3: "A screwdriver"
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Result: SCP-6952 produced a Gauss Rifle variant that fired screws as ammunition. It is believed that while screwdrivers are unable to be produced, mass drivers that fire screws are acceptable.
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Query #4: "A bust of Researcher Johnston"
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Query #5: "A kitchen fork"
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Result: SCP-6952 produced instructions for a trident.
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Query #6: "A spoon"
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Query #7: "A weaponizable spoon"
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Query #8: "A door"
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Result: SCP-6952 produced instructions for a trap door into another dimension. The instance was not produced due to concern of not knowing what might come out the other side.
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Query #9: "Electric bread slicer"
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Query #10: "Electric human slicer"
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Result: SCP-6952 created instructions for an electrically powered knife that anomalously cut flesh better than it did bread.
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Conclusions: Well I'm glad this thing never runs out of paper with how much junk we filled it with. It appears that its purpose as a "weapons manual" is pretty strict. It can work around some definitions, like turning a fork into what is essentially a weaponized fork. However, things that are strictly meant for tool or decoration purposes give bum results. Sometimes you can cheat it by wordplay or using certain prefixes but other times nothing happens. -Researcher Johnston.
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Addendum 6952.03: Interview with Valkyrie Operative, "Thalaestris"
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On March 10th, Foundation retrieval teams managed to geolocate the location of the Valkyrie's skirmish with the Volk Divison. MTF Omega-45 was sent to retrieve any instances relating to SCP-6952 that were potentially left behind by either side.
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It appeared as though the area had been picked clean, fifty Volk division casualties were confirmed along with one Valkyrie. When the Valkyrie was approached, it suddenly came back online and started to whimper for help. This Valkyrie was later determined to be of the Greek Branch of the Valravn Corporation, code-named, Koráki ton skotoménon8. This Valkyrie was willing to give information on the Valravn Corporation in exchange for asylum.
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Stating my name for the record, Researcher Maria Johnston interviewing Valkyrie operative Thalaestris, number four of the Androleteirai9.
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Your pronunciation is good, doctor. I assume you have questions about what happened on the mission?
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I'm not a doctor, at least not yet. You can just call me Johnston. Back to the topic at hand, yes. I'd like to be filled in.
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I can. It was supposed to be a relatively simple op. Me and my commander, Hippolyte were paired with two Sverðmeyja10 to eliminate some Volk mercenaries and take out their weapons workshop.
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Normally you wouldn't catch me dead near one of those Nordic crows. They believe that going to Hades is a bad thing and that by dying in combat they'll go to the land of the gods! It's madness, Mount Olympus is reserved for immortals only. It's heresy to believe otherwise.
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There are plenty of pagan religions in Valravn. We have a Mesoamerican branch, Shinto, Greek of course, and many more. We may call them by different names and worship them differently. All of us have different ideas about where we're gonna end up after all this. But at the end of the day, Kukulkan is just Jormungandr by another name and the comparison can go on with all the other big snakes. It's the one thing that stops us from just tearing each other apart.
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It's a unique way of interpreting the theology. So what happened after Brynhilde and Sigrun cleared the warehouse?
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We came to get the place ready for a retrieval team when we saw Brynhilde scolding Sigrun, there was this corpse near Sigrun, absolutely torn apart. Brynhilde was trying to tell her that her revenge mission against some guy named Grigori was going to get her killed. Sigrun however, was gloating about being able to get Grigori's unit information from the guy. Anyway, we told them both to stow it and that's when it happened… we got ambushed.
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I don't know how they knew. But the wolves were all over us. The operations department told us to get the hell out of there but there were too many of them. I took a round from one of their rifles, which ripped straight through my Chassis. Hurt like hell.
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You don't know the half of it. Anyways, My commander tells them to leave me, Spartan philosophy you see; weak don't deserve to be saved from the battlefield. Brynhilde and Sigrun disagreed but my commander outranked them. My commander gave me one last task, detonate the explosives they had on the site and cover their escape. Scorched Earth.
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I cut them all down, every one of those rabid dogs. I made it to the cache and blew them all sky high, I had my golden coin on me to give the ferryman when I went out but he never came. I guess my backup systems kept my organs alive long enough for you to find me.
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I'm a warrior through and through, like the Athenians and Spartans before us. But Valravn, they don't have honor. Why would I want to be a part of an organization that doesn't care about its soldiers? No one came back for me, not even the Sverðmeyja.
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I agree, Valravn probably wrote me off as a loss. Just another negative if their ledger. Goddamn it, I used to be a soldier fighting for a good cause before those damn suits showed. I lost my arms on a UN Peacekeeping mission But then they came. "We'll give you a purpose", they said. "You'll feast on the battlefield once more." So what did I do? Of course, I said yes, I wanted my arms back. That's how they get you, they came to me because I couldn't say no. More like Vultures rather than crows.
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Well, I am preparing to offer you something. Your record shows that you are a capable warrior and we need someone to train our MTF in case the Cartagena agreement goes sour. Thalaestris, I'm offering you a place in one of our Mobile Task Forces. My boys call themselves the Street Samurai, would you like to join?
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It's better than sitting in one of your containment cells for the rest of my life.
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Excellent, it'll take a while to get the paperwork approved, this is a bit of an unusual move but I want the best of the best in Omega-45. You'll also probably have to have a failsafe installed in your cybernetics, like an easy shutoff.
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I'll do whatever it takes, I'm no stranger to having hardware installed. Hopefully, our partnership will be better than my last one. [End of recording.]
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The following notice has been disseminated to all personnel employed within Site-78.
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Attention to all staff,
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Due to the involvement with the Valravn Corporation in the efforts to retrieve the remaining books in the Set of Nine. All Mobile Task Forces are to be on high alert for Valravn interference in our containment operations. All MTFs are not to engage with Valravn personnel in combat unless an order has been given down by the Overseer Council. The Cartagena Agreement prevents us from open conflict but they've made clear through their actions that like with the Insurgency and Volk Division before them, they are attempting to locate the missing volumes in the Set.
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Now In regards to SCP-6952's connections with the Set… I can say that with SCP-6419 formerly in the hands of Chaos Insurgency and the Valravn Corporation having knowledge of SCP-6952 before they retrieved it, I think something might be cooking in the GoI community that we just aren't aware of yet. We tried looking to see if we could exploit the rift between the Main Nordic Branch of Valravn with their overseas branches to see if any of them would give up something but that turned up empty. The true author of these books evades us still.
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In addition, I received your list of queries and I was permitted to test them. It wouldn't reveal the identity of or make weapons that could kill its author ( I am not suggesting trying to eliminate the author yet, but if we knew what kind of weapons could kill them, we could infer their identity). SCP-6952 would not make weapons that could destroy other books in the Set. It won't respond to queries it can't make weapons for. If this thing has sentience, we haven't found any evidence of it.
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I hope that answers some of your questions. I'll keep you posted on any further developments.
Special Containment Procedures: All objects in the SCP database are to be monitored for existing or future connections to SCP-6996. Of particular interest are correlations to an increase in anomalous intensity. All identified objects are to be classified according to the SCP-6996 taxonomy and monitored for potential developments.
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There are currently no known methods of limiting SCP-6996's influence. Research into establishing said methods is of the highest priority. Misinformation campaigns are to discredit any civilian research relating to SCP-6996's emotional effect, denigrating it as pseudoscience.
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Description: SCP-6996 is the color Red. A color from the spectrum of visible light, SCP-6996 and its various shades have an approximate wavelength of between 625 and 700 nanometers, and an approximate frequency of 400 to 480 terahertz.
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SCP-6996 displays an ability to elicit anomalously strong emotional reactions from those who observe it. When controlling for social conditioning and idiosyncratic factors, Foundation laboratory testing has shown that exposure to SCP-6996 can result in significantly higher levels of anger, aggression, libido, anxiousness, or arrogance.
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In addition to this, routine statistical analysis of the Foundation database revealed SCP-6996 is significantly associated with a disproportionately large percentage of anomalies. Whilst no link between the majority of these anomalies has been discovered, the overrepresentation of SCP-6996 is statistically improbable. A selection of these objects demonstrate a correlation between their anomalous traits and SCP-6996. SCP-6996 related anomalies have been categorised into a taxonomy comprised of three thematic elements: Violence, Blood, and Power. An example of anomalies linked to SCP-6996 include:
Use of the anomaly leads to a society decimated by violent, anomalous activity. In addition to the object's red coloring, generating a red glow and traversing through a mirror leads subjects to the anomaly's source.
Upon initial discovery, the entities' skin was translucent and colorless, with their behavior far more docile than detailed in current documentation. Audio imitation was limited to ambient noise and animal sounds, with claw and teeth size significantly reduced from present measurements.
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After several months in containment1, SCP-939 instances were found to have developed their current physiology, the ability to imitate human speech, and their skin had taken on a shade of SCP-6996. These changes occurred concurrently in uncontained entities.
The most effective shade of SCP-6996 to distract the anomaly was initially a light pink or coral color. As time has progressed, the effectiveness of lighter shades has declined and the effectiveness of darker shades has increased. This progression correlates to an increase in the violent and sexual nature of SCP-2851-1's encouragements.
Whilst performance of On Mount Golgotha invariably results in an audible "disagreeable cacophony", individuals affected by chromesthesia2 report a much different experience. Performance results in the synesthetic listener experiencing a visualisation of complex, non-Euclidian patterns in various shades of SCP-6996.
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In contrary to most testing, these subjects have found listening to the musical piece a pleasurable experience; subjects commonly compliment its complexity and beauty. Frequent exposure results in the development of deuteranopia color-blindness,3 and closed-eye hallucinations reminiscent of the visualisations experienced whilst listening to the piece.
To date, SCP-5664 has been responsible for the loss of █ Foundation Sites and ███ employees. Staff are reminded that bloodletting is in no way officially sanctioned, and all messages received from lost Sites should be disregarded.
All efforts to clean the mosaic of blood have been unsuccessful. Despite remaining obscured by blood, the mosaic has begun to demonstrate memetic properties once more.
Before proper containment was established, SCP-4342's memetic effects increased greatly upon turning a shade of SCP-6996.
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Connections between SCP-6996 and the entity known as the Scarlet King are currently under investigation. Entity has been linked to a variety of anomalous objects, including SCP-231, SCP-2317, and SCP-3838.
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Initial investigation into SCP-6996 uncovered a large number of references in various thaumaturgical and religious texts. The significance of this has yet to be established:
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Written by Marguerite Sprenger, circa 1510. This is the first recorded mention of the text in contemporary records, yet no publication records exist. Investigations are ongoing into a potential connection to "Margaret the Magnificent", a figure mentioned in The Wanderers' Library folklore.
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Question XII: Of all energies, which bestows the greatest gift upon the user?
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Reader, your mind likely wanders to contemplate the Prime Four Elements. When considering the connate powers of the Prime Four Elements, the unbridled strength and destructive potential of the Fire cannot be understated. One must exercise the utmost care in its handling, but properly controlled, the Element can be manipulated to devastating means. The Fire gifts utility in addition — a blazing light to guide thy way, heat to warm thy body, cook thy sustenance, or purify thy wounds. The Fire possesses both destructive and protective peculiarities.
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We know of a witch in Augsburg who, through proficiency of the Fire, did survive when bound to a pyre and set alight. Her mastery was such that those in attendance did stand back in awe, and later did inquire onto our ways due to the demonstration of power. Alas, her proficiency was not strong enough to melt the papal swords which swiftly fell upon her neck.
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Objection: Here it is noted that limiting our discussion to the Prime Four Elements precludes the nature power innate to all beings. I speak of the Four Humors which runneth in our bodies. Whilst all are essential to our health, it be Sanguine through which life itself is begot. The Blood does carry the soul itself (if one is still in possession of it), and embalms the most venerated of our internals, the heart.
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Sanguine is prime at the adolescence of life, where one is most full of vigour and potency. Practitioners of the Sanguine Arts are often known to induce copulation amongst lovers unable to sanctify their relationship, through the use of direct remedy or a Succubus or Incubus as intermediary. They handle the very energy of life itself, and all childs begotten through such rituals are gifted a natural affinity for the magical arts themselves. Those practitioners are often imbued with a rosy hue in the cheeks, as the magic saturates the blood.
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Solution: Therefore we make the following proposition. We uncover the shared ground between the Fire and the Sanguine — The Red. The Red is the colour of Sanguine passion, and the colour of the Humor itself. The Red is the colour of the Fire's flames and fury. As we discussed in the prior question, all magic is based on a negotiation. It gives with one hand, whilst it takes with the other. Yet The Red is an energy so innate and eternal to us that it offers freely, not through bargain. The mastery of such an ancient and elusive art is not easy to accomplish, but shall always be available for those who wish to seek it. For The Red was present at the beginning. And The Red shall be present at the end.
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Taken from p526 of SCP-140. Pages 517 through 895 are written in human blood.
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From the (Red/Blood) we come
+To the (Red/Blood) we go
+It is the (Spirit/Creator/Builder)'s (plan/dominance)
+We beseech ourselves to march with the (Fire/Red/Wrath) in our (soul/heart)
+We deliver to the daeva (glory/victory)
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The following information is Level 5/6996 Classified.
SCP-6996 is believed to be linked to the deaths and severe injuries of numerous Foundation employees. A bright, SCP-6996 colored light, with no apparent source has been observed at various incidents of the aforementioned nature. Examination of the sites of these luminescence, where possible, has shown Hume level residue indicative of extreme fluctuations in reality. An abridged log of these instances is outlined below:
At the close of Agent Papadopoulos's amputation surgery, lights in the operating theatre briefly flashed a shade of SCP-6996. No other anomalous phenomena noted.
On review of security recordings, the light can be briefly seen in the reflection of the shower room's tiles, as Haddow's pelvis splinters and he is dragged into the building's drainage system.
In the MTF's final exploration of the Vatican catacombs, the large bonfire they discovered burnt an intense shade of red in the final stills of footage, before cameras disconnected.
During his time within SCP-3001, Dr Robert Scranton recorded his experience through the use of a Lang-Scranton Stabilizer ("LSS") control panel. Dr Scranton frequently referred to the LSS as "Red" due to a blinking light on the panel. Whilst LSS panels are equipped with numerous lights, none of these shine red. Yet, on its return from SCP-3001, the panel which accompanied Dr Scranton had one light shining red.
Given the circumstances surrounding his tenure's end, Former Administrator Oleander was afforded only basic care in a Foundation retirement facility where he quickly fell into ill health. Upon suffering a large, haemorrhagic stroke, the medical equipment monitoring Oleander malfunctioned, emitting red light of a far higher luminescence than mechanically possible. Whilst captured on security tape, the malfunction resulted in staff not being alerted to the incident. He died scared and alone.
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This, in conjunction with the aforementioned object links, leads to the hypothesis that SCP-6996 represents an intrusive and malignant threat to both the Foundation and baseline reality. A potential cause for the Hume level variation at sites of SCP-6996 manifestations would be a direct, intrusive action originating from an extradimensional space. As part of investigatory efforts into SCP-6996, Project: SPECTRUM was proposed.
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Through the measurement of Hume displacement in SCP-6996 intrusion areas, the Department of Extradimensional Studies believe they have triangulated the source universe of the anomaly.
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Through use of the Department's prototype extradimensional transporter, it is proposed an agent is sent to this source universe for intelligence gathering on the anomaly and, if the possibility arises, its neutralisation.
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By a vote of 13 to 0, SPECTRUM was approved by the O5 Council. A log of the exploration follows:
Foreword: Due to an exemplary service record and previous experience of both hostile anomalies and solo excursions into unknown environments, Agent Ava Cervantes was selected as the most viable candidate for SPECTRUM. Cervantes was equipped with an AISS4 and ocular camera implants.
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[Agent Cervantes is situated in the extradimensional transporter. The passenger unit is cylindrical in shape and built to Cervantes' dimensions. The unit sits in the center of a mass of machinery. Tubes and thick wiring snake down through the room's flooring, leading to below-ground generators.]
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Command: Agent Cervantes, we'll shortly initiate the transportation process. Whilst we are hopeful we'll receive the output from your surveillance equipment, it's unlikely communication channels between us will function.
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Command: We don't know what you'll find in there, Agent. Stay alert, stay cautious.
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Cervantes: Understood. I'm ready.
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[Command initiates the transportation procedure, calibrating the aim to the calculated wavelength. A cacophony of noise erupts from the machinery. The passenger unit begins to intermittently glow. As the noise grows more intense, so too does the luminescence and frequency of the glowing.]
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[Agent Cervantes' breathing grows more rapid, as the chamber heats up.]
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[The glowing continues to intensify, and begins to take on a red hue. A final burst of bright, red light occurs, and Agent Cervantes vanishes from the chamber.]
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Cervantes: What…
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[After a few moments of static, the ocular implants come online and begin transmitting. Agent Cervantes finds herself in an environment composed entirely of shades of SCP-6996, with the occasional flourish of white or black. Looking forward, Cervantes appears to be in an immense corridor, stretching into the distance beyond the horizon point.]
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View from Agent Cervantes' ocular implant. Hover to enlarge.
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Cervantes: This is breath-taking.
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[The colors comprising the boundaries surrounding Cervantes are in constant flux. Different shades of SCP-6996 oscillate towards and away from Cervantes, growing and fading in luminescence. The corridor boundary is translucent; vague, ambiguous shapes can only just be discerned floating on the other side. Cervantes turns around, surveying her surroundings.]
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[She gags, then leans forward and steadies herself against the glowing, red floor.]
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Cervantes: I'm okay. Just motion sickness.
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[After standing back up, Agent Cervantes rotates 180 degrees, yet the corridor remains directly in front of her.]
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Cervantes: Command, I hope you're receiving this. It looks like the Northern Lights, but entirely composed of shades of red. Suit readings are normal — atmosphere seems similar to our own, although I'm not going to risk removing my helmet just yet. The dimensions aren't quite right. Every slight turn throws me completely around. If I try to move side to side…
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[She steps to her left; the view remains the same. She steps to her right; there is still no change.]
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Cervantes: I don't seem to go anywhere. Which only leaves…
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[Cervantes takes a step along the corridor.]
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Cervantes: Forward.
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[Cervantes continues onwards for 10 minutes; the corridor continues, no end in sight.]
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Cervantes: No sign of any forces, hostile or otherwise, so far. There's something happening on the exterior of this space though, I can see shapes, movement. Something's out there. I don't know what.
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[Cervantes continues onwards. A distance tracker built into the suit reports a reading of 0m travelled. Whether Cervantes is moving through the corridor, or if the corridor is moving around her, is unclear.]
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Cervantes: The outside environment seems to be getting lighter, I think…Mom?
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[Cervantes gazes to the right, at the membrane surrounding the corridor. Visible through it is a woman sat in a hospital bed. A man stands besides her, gazing down at a baby the woman is cradling. The whole scene is tinted red through the membrane. The swirling red of the boundary occasionally obfuscates details of the scene.]
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[For a moment, Agent Cervantes does not respond. She tries to step to the right, then walks, then breaks into a sprint, in an attempt to press herself against the membrane for a closer view.]
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Cervantes: Command, I-
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[Her voice cracks, followed by a deliberate cough.]
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Cervantes: Command, the environment is becoming visible through the corridor membrane. It's showing —it's showing my parents. I don't know why it's doing this. It could be a diversion tactic, a psychological play. Let me continue onwards.
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[Cervantes remains in place for a moment, before progressing. She walks on for another 7 minutes, before stopping once more. She looks through the corridor boundary once more: a child, approximately 3-4 years old, sits on a picnic blanket eating strawberries. A playground and trees are visible in the background.]
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Cervantes: It's showing me… me. I remember this. I think? It could be that I remember remembering this day. That doesn't affect how I feel about the memory. It was my brother's second birthday. We went to the park at the end of our road. Dad lost his job just before Christmas, so we didn't have much. I ate so many strawberries, Mom told me I was in danger of turning into one. It was a good day.
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[20 seconds of silence elapse.]
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Cervantes: I don't know why this is here. It's potentially in my head, reading my thoughts and memories.
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[Cervantes turns away and walks onwards, stopping at the next scene. A child stands in a doorway, waving.]
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Cervantes: First day at school. I know most kids dread it, but I was so excited. Dad dropped me off and I practically sprinted in.
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[The scene expands, showing more of the school and schoolyard. The child can be seen waving at a woman who waves back with one hand, and wipes tears from her eyes with the other.]
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Cervantes: I, I swore it was Dad that dropped me off.
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[Over the next 110 minutes, Cervantes progresses through the corridor. She narrates the various scenes from her life displayed along the way: making her first friend, birthday parties, school lessons. Playground arguments, invitation snubs, detentions.]
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Cervantes: I'm unclear why I'm being shown this. Command, I, I can't do anything but keep going forward.
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[Cervantes moves on, arriving at the next scene after 10 minutes. Her child-self sits in a church pew, next to her brother and father. All three wear black clothing and are crying.]
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[Cervantes takes a single step forward along the corridor. The scene on the other side of the membrane changes: back at their home, the child, still dressed in black, lays on her bed alone. She stares silently at the ceiling. Her father enters the room and sits beside her, before extending a hand. The father offers his child a bowl of strawberries.]
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[Cervantes pauses here for 5 minutes, before progressing. The scenes change, showing memories from childhood, then progressing into adolescence.]
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Cervantes: My first kiss.
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[Two teenagers sit adjacent to each other in cinema seats.]
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Cervantes: He tried the yawn trick, but got nervous halfway through and pulled his arm back. So I waited till he went to grab some popcorn, and did the same. Met his hand in the box. I was 15, we broke up three weeks afterwards but it was nice, for what it was.
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[Over the next three hours, Agent Cervantes makes her way down the corridor. As she does so, various scenes from her life are shown through the membrane: graduating high school, enlisting in the military, her first tour of duty. Being recruited to the Foundation. Throughout all of these, Cervantes offers commentary and her own recollections of the scenes shown. For some scenes, her recollection and what is depicted through the membrane differ.]
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Cervantes: We should shortly be arriving at my first mission. It was a simple one, but I can't complain about not being thrown in the deep end. SCP-5889 caused a driver in downtown Orlando to crash their car and run through the streets shrieking. Simple locate, amnesticise, release.
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[After 4 minutes, Agent Cervantes happens upon a scene depicting what she described.]
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Cervantes: Told you — if you're even still there. They say you never forget your first mission, and I mainly remember how simple this one was. One of the other team members actually complained on the way back that-
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[Cervantes stops midsentence. The scene begins to oscillate, then fracture, before suddenly disappearing entirely. It is replaced by another. Agent Cervantes and her MTF rush down a street in an unidentified location, weapons drawn.]
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Cervantes: I, I don't know what this is.
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[In the scene, Cervantes aims her weapon and opens fire on a large crustacean-like entity ahead of her. It screeches, then charges at her. She dives out the way at the last moment, and it collides with the wall. Similar entities are observed approaching the team.]
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[Cervantes attempts to step back from the edge of the corridor; due to its dimensional properties, she remains in place.]
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Cervantes: I don't recognise this at all. I don't recognise this mission, that place, those creatures.
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[The scene jolts upwards, disappearing from view, and is replaced by the original scene in Orlando.]
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Cervantes: I've never been amnesticised — I don't think I have.
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[Without warning, a kaleidoscope of different scenes appear at all angles around the outside of the corridor. Cervantes' eyes flick between them.]
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Cervantes: I… I'm not sure what's going on here, Command.
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[She keeps moving forward. As she does, it is no longer a single scene displayed through the corridor's membrane, but a myriad of shifting, sometimes contradictory, events.]
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Cervantes: This I recognise. I was given the opportunity to transfer to Site-43 for a year, or stay based in the Southern States on fieldwork. I went with the former; they were looking for someone to review their Site security policies and protocols. It was a chance to try something different.
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[Through the corridor membrane, Cervantes can be seen talking to a Site Director in their office.]
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Cervantes: I was conflicted though. I didn't know how easily I'd transition back to the MTF at the end of the year, whether I'd still have the skills and stomach for it.
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[Variations of the scene in question are shown numerous times at different points around the corridor. Some are identical, some have differences; subtle changes to the furniture, Cervantes' appearance is inconsistent, or the Site Director is a different person entirely.]
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[Cervantes walks on. The scenes change to show her time at Site-43, with one exception, which she stops to observe.]
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[Cervantes, and the MTF seen in earlier scenes, traverse through a forest terrain. It is night time. They approach a cave, nestled in a thicket, in formation. Without warning, a turquoise Ford Anglia car accelerates at speed from the cave, directly at the MTF. ]
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[The team break formation and dive out the way, narrowly avoiding the car. The latter handbrake turns hard, taking shelter behind a row of trees, avoiding the salvo unleashed by the MTF.]
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[A human hand protrudes from the driver's window; Agent Cervantes raises her weapon and takes aim. The screeching of an engine grows louder.]
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[Another vehicle, identical bar its red paint job, approaches the MTF at speed from the opposite direction. Agent Cervantes realises this too late, and the car makes direct impact with her.]
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[She is thrown into the air, and lands with a wet crunch.]
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[The scene begins to fade away, and is replaced by a solid block of red coloration.]
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[Cervantes begins to run, full speed, down the corridor. Scenes fly past, often indiscernible due to her movement. She slows down occasionally to catch her breath, before resuming her sprint.]
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[After several hours, the scenes displayed through the corridor membrane begin to gain luminance, and become more uniform in what they depict. They show Agent Cervantes being approached regarding Project Spectrum and SCP-6996, her training for the mission, and her boarding the extradimensional transporter.]
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Cervantes: I think there's an end. I think the corridor has an end!
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[Any deviation between scenes disappears when they begin to display Cervantes' arrival in, and progression down, the corridor. The corridor membrane appears to grow thinner; the scenes have more clarity, but are still colored red.]
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Cervantes: There's definitely an end — there's a mass, a glut, of red in the distance. I don't know what it is, but it's something.
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[The scenes progress quicker than Cervantes progresses down the corridor, eventually becoming in sync with her movements, displaying her life in real time. She diverts her gaze to the left, looking at a scene of herself also gazing left.]
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[She then diverts her gaze to the right, at another scene of herself. This facsimile, however, gazes left, making directly eye contact with Agent Cervantes. The latter hurriedly returns her gaze forward, and keeps moving.]
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Cervantes: I'm here, Command. I'm at the end.
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[Agent Cervantes stands in place, surrounded by scenes of her doing so. In front of her, the corridor's walls coalesce into a single point. A mass of swirling, red matter, metres high, is situated at this point.]
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[She raises her arm and reaches forward. Her hand slips into the matter, causing the surrounding area to ripple. Withdrawing her hand a moment later causes the same.]
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Cervantes: The only way is forward.
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[Cervantes steps forward, submerging herself in the matter. She exits the corridor.]
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[The ocular implants adjust as Agent Cervantes enters a space devoid of any light. She gasps, as her feet fail to find footing. She begins to fall downwards through the darkness.]
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[She abruptly halts mid-fall, and appears to land on a surface — though none is visible. She stands, and checks herself and the suit for any damage. Despite the length of her fall, she is uninjured.]
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Cervantes: Command, I hope you're still hearing me. I've entered a new space, one in which I seem to be able to move more freely.
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[She turns on the suit's light; the light does little to illuminate her surroundings, dark is all that can be seen. She surveys the area, turning in a circle.]
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Cervantes: Command, I've encountered… something. I don't know what. It's huge and spherical, and, no surprises here, red. It's the deepest, darkest red I've even seen. It, it hurts to look at.
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[The orb levitates, suspended in the air. It appears to be comprised of some form of liquid, which constantly drips from its base; despite this, the orb seems to lose no mass. Upon hitting the floor, the liquid dissipates in a red haze.]
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[Cervantes begins to move forward, and draws her Ω-5 Energy Rifle from her suit.]
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Cervantes: Commencing engagement.
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Unknown: Ava.
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Unknown: Welcome.
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[The orb's pulsating speeds up, and it abruptly swells, its liquid form shooting into the air and forming a shape. The entirety of the nothingness is bathed in red light, as the orb transforms into the shape of a bird.]
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[Cervantes presses down on the trigger, and a beam of light fires from the end of her rifle. It collides with the orb and ricochets away, evaporating into the darkness.]
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Cervantes: I've seen what you've done. The pain you've caused. I don't know what the trick with the corridor was, but it hasn't worked.
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Cervantes: The Red, running through death and destruction. At torture, at maiming.
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Unknown: We were there. Yet, we did not cause it.
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Cervantes: What do you mean?
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Unknown: You have not seen the whole. There was one small fraction gleaned, which you decided was the truth. It is a very human thing to do.
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Cervantes: Then tell me, tell me what I missed.
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Agent Cervantes: What are you?
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Unknown: You are not returning home.
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Unknown: You know this.
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Cervantes: I… what's your point?
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Unknown: You asked why your entry here was encompassed by your life. It was you because it was you. Had another come, it would have shown them them. But it was you.
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Cervantes: That doesn't answer my question.
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Unknown: You are not returning home. Does that make you wish you had no home to return to?
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Cervantes: Of course not!
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[The orb changes form again, moulding into a musical symbol, before returning to a spherical appearance.]
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Unknown: All moments of passion, of significance, are worthwhile. All must be archived, must be observed, must be commemorated. Without the bad, one cannot truly appreciate the good. This is what we were trying to show you. That is our role. We archive all things that have and all things that could have been. That is what you saw in the corridor. You, all of you, have Red intrinsic to you.
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[The orb erupts into an intense, bright light. Agent Cervantes stares down at her body, holding her hands up. Through the suit, a warm, red glow can be seen, particularly surrounding her heart.]
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Unknown: You will not return home. Yet your life, your Red, was and is still worthwhile.
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[Agent Cervantes does not respond for some time. The dark surroundings begin to glow a soft red.]
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Cervantes: I am not going home.
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Unknown: You are not. Yet, you may stay here.
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Cervantes: What will become of me?
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Unknown: We do not know. We cannot see what has not yet been lived. But you may sit. And watch. And observe too.
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Cervantes: I'm slightly scared, I think.
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Cervantes: It is the journey which matters.
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Cervantes: I think I might…
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[Agent Cervantes gazes down at her hands. Through the ever increasing red, the shape of a strawberry can be seen in her open palm.]
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Last image transmitted from Agent Cervantes's communication device.
Photograph of SCP-7102 taken from their possessions.
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Special Containment Procedures: Current containment protocols are focused on curtailing SCP-7102's activities. Any reports concerning objects being enlarged or shrunk must be taken into account for evidence of the entity's presence.
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Once contained, SCP-7102 is to be placed into a medically-induced coma until a more viable containment method is found. All SCP-7102-A instances must be contained or disposed of on discretion.
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Containment Protocols are being revised pending results of Addendum-04.
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Description: SCP-7102 is a human female of British descent, aged 36. The entity has blonde hair, and possesses multiple gunshot wounds and surgical scars across its body, with the latter being heavily prevalent near the abdomen.
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By focusing and directing a half-closed fist towards an object, SCP-7102 can enlarge or shrink an object by opening and closing their fist respectively.
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Objects, before being affected (SCP-7102-A) will briefly experience an intangible phenomena in the form of enlarged and/or shrunken opaque versions of itself protruding out of their bodies. This is also accompanied by the instance spatially distorting before its size is altered.
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SCP-7102-A instances' mass, density, and volume will also change correspondingly to the size adopted. Only SCP-7102 can return SCP-7102-A instances to their original size. The exact limitations of SCP-7102's anomaly remain unknown.
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SCP-7102 also has the following anomalous attributes:
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Enhanced reflexes;
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Ability to produce electricity around their body;
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Inability to suffer muscle fatigue;
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Decelerated aging.
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Discovery: The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-7102, following the operation conducted against Albert Lopper, a biotechnology entrepreneur living in Alabama, United States. Evidence provided by third parties suggested Mr. Lopper had become involved with multiple para-natural organizations. As the Foundation didn't have concrete proof to warrant Mr. Lopper's arrest, his estate was put under surveillance.
[Lopper enters his office, talking into his cellphone.]
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Lopper: What? That's what the jerkwad from accounting said, and you went along with it? No, I don't want to travel all the way to Florida for a damn business meeting about toothpaste!
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[Lopper shakes his head in disgust, then pulls out a pen and paper from the drawer.]
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Lopper: Fine! I'll do the fertilizer one. What's the terms? 100 million— who do they think they are?! Tell them it's 30 million or nothing! Now, did you set the reservation?… No?! I've been telling you for weeks to handle it and you forgot? Stop crying, I can barely hear you!
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[Lopper writes on the paper, then spots a bottle of whiskey and a notecard on his desk.]
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Lopper: Just set the reservations or you're done! Jesus Christ.
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[Lopper sets the phone down. He reaches for the bottle and opens it.]
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Lopper: Finally took them long enough.
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[Lopper takes a sip but immediately spits the liquid back into the bottle.]
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Lopper: Tastes like cat piss. Who the hell sent this?
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[Lopper opens the gift card. The words "ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, TODAY IS SURPRISE COLLECTION DAY MY FRIENDS, KEEP YOUR HANDS UP OR YOU WON'T LIKE HOW THIS ENDS. —P.S. SERIOUSLY, DON'T TRY ANYTHING. — MLF"]
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[Lopper holds their breath and pulls out a drawer containing a firearm. The firearm contorts and shrinks immensely. Lopper gasps as an arm wraps around his neck. Another hand is placed near his face, sparking with electricity. SCP-7102, wearing a gas mask, whistles.]
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SCP-7102: I said don't try anything. How about you take a seat?
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Lopper: Why— w-where the hell did… who are you?!
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SCP-7102: Oh wouldn't you like to know.
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Lopper: Look, just name your price! I can give far better—
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SCP-7102: —that's not how this works, Lopper. Besides, what made you think I'm after your chump change?
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Lopper: Huh?!
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SCP-7102: I said take a seat.
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SCP-7102 throws Lopper into an office chair, then restrains him with handcuffs and rolls of duct tape — placing another piece of tape over his mouth. SCP-7102 removes a file from their pocket and grabs the phone.]
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SCP-7102: This still connect with all the guards' phones?
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[Lopper, confused, nods slowly. SCP-7102 photographs and sends the picture of the file. The phone shrinks before SCP-7102 crushes the device in their hand.]
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SCP-7102: Good. let's go. I'm late for my dinner date already.
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[SCP-7102 drags Lopper down the hallway by his necktie. A pair of guards are visible, looking at their phones. Lopper shouts are muffled by the tape; the guards stay put. Lopper stares at SCP-7102.]
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SCP-7102: I sent them a very cool picture. Ah, your glorified piggy bank.
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[SCP-7102 and Lopper go down an elevator and eventually reach a heavily-fortified door. SCP-7102 pulls out a notecard.]
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SCP-7102: I got the passcode right here. Now where's the keypad… oh?
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[Multiple keypads and a fingerprint scanner are present on the door. SCP-7102 crumples the notecard.]
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SCP-7102: Oh… you were busy. That's fine.
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[SCP-7102 extends a hand towards the door. The door contorts, becoming bigger and smaller at the same time before shrinking immensely. The surrounding wall cracks and violently shatters. Lopper screams louder as SCP-7102 pushes him inside.]
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SCP-7102: By the way, I turned off the alarms so you're pretty much stuck with me. While I channel my inner IRS, be a dear and sign this for me will you? Make it thirty billion or higher. Now what do they want me to get again? Oh wow, that's a steal!
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[SCP-7102 tosses a checkbook and a pen on Lopper's lap. SCP-7102 pulls out another sheet of paper and multiple zippy bags before turning to Lopper.]
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SCP-7102: Literally.
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[SCP-7102 walks around, shrinking multiple artifacts and anomalous items, then places them in the bags. Lopper squirms in the chair, attempting to shout. SCP-7102 glares at Lopper.]
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SCP-7102: Fine.
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[SCP-7102 rips the tape off from Lopper's mouth. He yelps in pain as multiple strands of facial hair are pulled off.]
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Lopper: Bitch!
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SCP-7102: Wanna try that again?
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Lopper: N-No I… what the hell is the meaning of all this? Why's the Front—
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SCP-7102: Debt Collecting.
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Lopper: What?! No I paid—
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SCP-7102: We're not amateurs, Mr. Lopper. You gave us bread crumbs and tricked us into thinking it's the entire loaf. After all the favors, this is how you repay us? Fraud? Betrayal? That's the problem with you elite-types, always believing you're above the rules.
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Lopper: I'm friends with a lot of people, powerful people. If they get wind of this, they'll—
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SCP-7102: —Congratulate me.
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Lopper: …What?
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SCP-7102: You could only push people so much, Mr. Lopper. MC&D already gave their blessing. Is it sinking in yet?
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Lopper: [Heavy Breathing]
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SCP-7102: Thirty Billion. Now.
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[Lopper signs the check. SCP-7102 collects it and places another piece of tape over his mouth. After collecting, they kneel in front of Lopper.]
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SCP-7102: Thanks for the assisted donation. Before I go, I have something to say.
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Lopper: Hmph?
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SCP-7102: I saw your file. I didn't expect much when I saw the embezzlements. Neither did the hookers, the drug use… but then I found out you were crucial in establishing some holdouts in South America and Europe.
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[Lopper eyes widen.]
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SCP-7102: You know what I'm talking about. Those particular bases dealt with anomaly smuggling, and normal smuggling, but more than half of them contained normal men and women, chained to walls like dogs. A lot more had to go on for sure… in one of these safehouses, we found a bunch of stuffed animals and toys in cages.
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Lopper: [Hyperventilating.]
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SCP-7102: You demonic fuck.
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[SCP-7102 extends a hand extremely close to Lopper's face. Lopper screams in fear as SCP-7102 palm violently sparks with electricity.]
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SCP-7102: It wouldn't take much, really. I reckon I could turn your seat into an electric chair with just my pinkie. It would be easy.
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[Lopper begins to whimper and cry. SCP-7102 pulls back their hand.]
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SCP-7102: Unfortunately for you, too easy.
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Lopper: Hmph?!
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SCP-7102: Death's too good for you. As we speak, the evidence is being delivered to the proper authorities. As in, they actually care about their integrity; no bribing. Soon enough, you'll be spending a lot of time in a room not much bigger than this one. Congratulations, all the hard work you've been espousing has led up to this point. I sincerely hope it was worth it.
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[SCP-7102 stuffs the bags in their pockets and walks past a crying Lopper.]
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SCP-7102: Try not to drop the soap.
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[SCP-7102 enters the elevator. SCP-7102 removes their mask and activates their ear piece.]
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SCP-7102: Hate wearing that damn thing. Hey Headless, guess who's still in one piece?
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Male Voice:Good. So… how'd it go?
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SCP-7102: I have the goodie bag set up. So seeing how I've done so much for you already…
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Male Voice:[Sigh] Gold, look we're really trying here—
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SCP-7102: You've been stating that for six months now!
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Male Voice:Gold, can you just—
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SCP-7102: You know the deal. I scratch your back, you scratch mine! And your fingers have been getting a bit slow lately!
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Male Voice:For fuck's sake—
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SCP-7102: Hey! Do not—
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Male Voice:Gold, shut up! We have a lead.
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SCP-7102: …What and where?
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Male Voice:I'll tell you in person. But we found a lot of activity in Eastern Europe. More specifically, between Russia and Serbia.
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SCP-7102: …So what you're saying is that they, they specifically, took Brody?
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Male Voice:Without a doubt.
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[SCP-7102 takes a sharp intake of breath as they exit the elevator.]
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SCP-7102: I'll be there as soon as I'm finished. Just—
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[Agent Rodney, Agent Polk, and several more agents, turn the corner and freeze upon seeing SCP-7102.]
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SCP-7102: Dammit—
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Agent Rodney: Put your hands up in the air! Put—
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[SCP-7102 throws, and enlarges the gas mask at the agents. SCP-7102 runs to the opposite end of the hallway. They remove a framed painting off the wall and enlarge it, using it as a means to block the conjoining hallway.]
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[Agent Rodney emerges from the gas mask and pushes down the painting. SCP-7102 is nowhere in sight. Other agents spread throughout the halls.]
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Agent Rodney: The hell?
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Agent Polk: She's gone?! How?
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Agent Rodney: You tell me. There's no way she could've gone that fast, could she? [Looks to Gas Mask] What even was that?
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Agent Polk: A sign that this job is going to be that much harder?
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Agent Rodney: [Sigh] Lucky guess.
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[END LOG]
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Despite the estate being secured, SCP-7102 managed to evade capture. All bodyguards at the scene were incapacitated through the use of a digitally-sent cognitohazard. All SCP-7102-A instances at the scene were collected and the UIU took custody of Mr. Lopper until further notice.
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The security footage was originally erased through remote means, but it was fully recovered through thaumaturgic means. After SCP-7102 was granted SCP object status, all files from the Miracle Liberation Front1 were cross-referenced for information about SCP-7102. Several were found.
NC: Blonde hair, female, Caucasian. Thirty years old (presumed). Various bullet wounds and slashing wounds on shoulders and chest. Surgical scar on abdomen?
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AC: Influence the size of matter at will, briefly enhance the body's bio-electricity. (TBA)
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Notes:I apologize for the file being so bare, captain. The patient is very adamant, she won't submit to a physical and she nearly attacked one of the nurses when we tried to install the drip. We had no other choice but to install the restraint harness. It's better for both of us if you stepped in. You always had a way with words. —Yeen.
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Circumstances of Contact: 3959
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+Mrs. Locknet was found by Captain Brown following a rescue operation at Odessa, Russia on 26/12/1999. Reports of anomalous individuals being held at a facility for experimentation circulated through standard intel gathering. After confirming the intel, Captain Brown successfully accomplished the mission and took the subjects into custody.
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Locknet was amongst these patients— she was found in her cell equipped with an electronic device around her neck and was in a coma-like state. No further information could be found. Eight years later, Locknet reawakened and entered a highly-agitated state. As she did not provide her name, Locknet was referred to her by her alias originally found on her identification bracelet.
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As Locknet refused to interact with hospital staff, Captain Becker2 accepted Star Psychologist Hina's request.
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[Locknet is sitting in the CareHound Safety Room, wearing the restraint harness. Locknet shakes and folds their arms. They curse and whisper in Slovak when the door opens. Locknet snaps her head up, her shaking increases exponentially.]
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Becker: Hi there, sweetheart. The accommodations suiting you fine?
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[Becker drops his duffle bag and takes a seat by the table. Locknet frowns, her fist sparks with electricity.]
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Becker: No? Then shape the fuck up, and you'll get something better. And don't you even dare [Points to Lockheart's Wrist] That device you're wearing prevents you from doing harm to yourself and others. You saw it yourself.
Becker: Don't take it personal, this isn't my sort of thing. I don't get why Hina fetched me here instead of Brown to be honest.
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[Locknet stares at Becker. Becker facepalms.]
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Becker: Oh shit, I forgot. Miss… can you understand. Do you know a lick of English?
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Locknet: [In Slovak] Who are you? What is this place?
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Becker: Hold on, I think I have a Russian head in here somewhere…
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[Becker removes his head. Locknet screams. Becker puts it back on.]
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Becker: Okay, okay! See, head's fine, alright? Gotta remember to warn the newbies ahead of time… fuck it.
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Becker: Look, I may not know what exactly happened, but I know what it's like to be wronged. I know what it's like to lose… things. Trust me, I've been through it twice. Not a fun feeling.
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Becker: But those slimeball wannabes in the coats… they're not going to lay a finger on you anymore. Believe me, I already made sure of that. You don't have to worry about… hiding yourself, looking over your shoulder. You can be… well frankly whatever the hell you want.
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Becker: You'll be treated with the utmost respect in our care. So take it easy. Once your… you don't understand a thing I'm saying, do you?
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[Locknet blinks, tilting her head.]
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Becker: Dammit. Plan B, then.
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[Becker places a variety of toys from the duffle bag onto the table. Locknet is visibly interested.]
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Becker: I didn't know what to do, so I got these instead. You can keep them if you want—
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[A metallic six-pointed jack enlarges on the table. Locknet picks it up, inspecting it in curiosity. Becker remains silent, then points at the jack.]
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Becker: Was that you?
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[Locknet sets the jack down. She presses her hands together before pulling them apart.]
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Becker: …You can make stuff big?
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[Locknet pauses, nods, then holds their stomach. Becker notices this and smiles. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Snickers bar. He removes the wrapper and places it on the table. Locknet stares at it, no signs of fear are present.]
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Becker: So I was right— they have been feeding you jackshit. Take it, you need it a lot more than me. Be back in a bit.
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[Becker leaves the room. Locknet continues staring at the bar.]
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[Becker returns to the room.]
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[Locknet is consuming a giant Snickers bar on the table. She snaps her head towards him. Her face and clothes are stained with caramel and chocolate. Becker folds their arms, visibly satisfied.]
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Becker: Feeling better?
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[Locknet slowly nods.]
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Becker: Want another one?
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[Locknet nods faster.]
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Miss Locknet's responding better with the treatment. We've done a cranial scan, and to my surprise, the waves are going back to normal. It's slow, but at least we know it's effective.
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She's starting to speak English again which was a nice surprise. But I'm more concerned with the rest of her body— a lot has been done on her. We're probably going to need a specialist just in case.
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She also made her first request today.
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She wants to stay. :) —Yeen
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Overview: Gola (Goldie) Locknet
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Abridged: Locknet is a human with anomalous abilities. Despite being inept in certain social situations, Locknet has not only demonstrated proficiency in both hand-to-hand combat and submachine guns but also has demonstrated competency in utilizing her anomalous trait both in and outside the field.
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Aside from shrinking enemy weaponry and defensives, her potential as a collector/retrieval specialist would reduce the likeliness of causalities and limit the amount of potential evidence left behind. Her ability would also benefit storage space and increasing food rations. Her electrokinesis does however, require more practice.
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For these reasons, I'm applying a formal request to have Mrs. Locknet be instated in my Chapter at once. Down below is a list of Locknet's most notable accomplishments thus far. — Becker
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Objective: As per standard guidelines, Locknet was ordered to increase her bodily and paranatural regimens. This regimen included activities such as obstacle courses, close-quarters combat training, and general practice on anomalous traits.
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Performance Review: Due to Locknet's previous experience with hand-to-hand combat, and incorporation of gun kata and her electric anomaly, she exceeded expectations.
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Locknet struggled with the obstacle course, requiring multiple attempts to complete it; However, when given permission to utilize her anomalous traits, she passed without difficulty.
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Locknet's biggest and most promising improvements thus far relate to her abilities. Before, Locknet was only able to shift the size of a certain portion of matter at a time. Following rigorous training, Locknet is not only able to shift the sizes of large portions of matter, but can do so reliably without any risk to her nervous system.
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Mission: Recon
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Objective: Locknet was tasked with infiltrating a known Marshall, Carter and Dark storage facility for evidence anomalies formerly belonging to the Front being held there. As per her first mission, Locknet was under the authority of a large recon team.
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Performance Review: The only assistance Locknet required from the recon team is the hijacking of the security cameras. Locknet herself infiltrated the facility, recording video footage of three anomalies confirmed to be of Front origin. She shrunk and took the anomalies with her without consulting her team.
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Despite this being an indicator of Locknet's behavioral tendencies of completing missions by herself, she has the capacity of team cooperation, and does proactively avoid actions that could potentially jeopardize the mission.
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Mission: Retrieval
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Objective: The Liberation Front and the Serpent's Hand formed a temporary alliance to rescue masses of anomalous entities at a GOC holding facility in Argentina. Locknet was allocated to the mission due to lack of available reserves.
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Performance Review: While the majority of the alliance was engaged in armed combat with the Coalition's forces, the rest were tasked with the rescue directly. Locknet was pivotal in infiltrating the facility's defenses. Locknet opted to shrink and escort the prisoners directly similar to other retrieval operations.
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The mission was a major success in spite of the high fatality rate for the alliance. Unfortunately, both guardians of one of the prisoners perished during the operation. Since the prisoner was too young to be smuggled out or join the Front's reserves, Locknet volunteered to act as their current guardian.
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Mission: Air Support
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Objective: This was not intended to be a mission; Front forces were in the process of completing an unrelated task when they were attacked by a Valravn Corporation task force, an anomalous paramiltary company.
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Performance Review: Due to her quick thinking, Locknet, with application of her advanced training, managed to eliminate the task force with a single bullet. Becker gifted Locknet a bottle of chocolate-flavored whiskey when she returned to base.
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REQUEST: Promote Locknet into the Moon Knights Guild and assign her contract to Captain Becker's care. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: Packages of chocolate candy. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: An investigation into any other individuals named "Locknet" residing in the United Kingdom. — FAILED; NO OTHER INDVDUALS WERE FOUND.
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REQUEST: Antibiotics. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: Packages of canned sardines. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: A detailed map of Germany. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: Stuffed animals. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: Building blocks. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: Carton of milk. — APPROVED
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REQUEST: Permission to resign. — DENIED AT TIME BEING
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[Numbers turn from the file cabinet. Becker is holding up two heads, one of a large toucan and another of a fox with golden fur.]
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Numbers: I dunno? The fox?
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Becker: Not exactly inspiring confidence here, pal. I— come in!
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[Goldie knocks on the door and opens it ajar slightly.]
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Goldie: Hi Beck, sorry but I have… someone with me right now. Do you mind if they come in?
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Becker: Hm… sure, I don't see why not. As long as they don't… interrupt.
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[Becker removes his head and inserts the vulpine one. Goldie enters Becker's office and takes a seat. She is holding a bear cub in her lap, feeding him a baby bottle. The room becomes silent.]
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Becker: Not that I complain, but really?
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Goldie:Yes. He wouldn't stop crying, and it's very hard to get a babysitter in this line of work. Besides, mama bear's not here to give milk. You know… cause she blew up?
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Becker: Ugh, don't remind me. You know why I called you here?
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Goldie: Becker, I'm sorry, but I've already made up my mind. I want to leave.
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Becker: But Gold! You worked tooth and nail for this position… a-and now you want to throw it all away? What made… oh.
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Goldie: Beck you know this place means the world to me… but so does this little guy. And this place isn't exactly family-friendly. You know our outposts are subject to attacks, it's part of the deal. And with that in mind… I don't want to leave you hanging…
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Becker: I get the picture. Family is family. I don't want to be a bitch about it but—
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Goldie: Language! He might hear.
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Becker: Gold, he's not… back on topic, are you absolutely sure you want to follow through with this? It's not safe out there.
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Goldie: It's not safe here either. It's not going to be forever, Beck. Just until he's old enough. I know it's dangerous but it'll be a cold day in hell before I trust the Veil safe zones. Besides, I won't be totally out of the picture, just in the background.
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Becker: Like helping with supplies and input?
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Goldie: Exactly. I know it throws a wrench in things but I need this Beck. I have nothing else.
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Becker: …Fine. But you are getting an escort. No exceptions.
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Goldie: Thank you so much, Beck! I promise, when this guardian thing is over I'll be right back. Trust me, you have my word… hm? Brody?
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Goldie: Hey, I think he's trying to speak!
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Becker: His first words?
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Goldie: For god, yes! I've been trying to get him to say my name! C'mon, Brodes! Say it. Say Goldie… Goldie.. Can you say Gold—
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Brody: Bitch.
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[The room remains silent. The bear giggles.]
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Numbers: Have fun Beck.
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[Numbers leave the room. Goldie stares at a giggling Brody before scowling at Becker. Becker bites his lip and pulls out a bottle.]
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Becker: Chocolate whiskey?
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[Goldie's fist sparks with electricity. Becker sighs and lifts up his bulletproof-vest.]
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Becker: Fine… make it hurt.
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Addednum-01, Tracking: After several months, the Foundation tracked SCP-7102 in Serbia. During the search, the Foundation discovered multiple statistical discrepancies involving a series of disappearances in and around the region at the time. MTF Beta-8 ("Mythbusters") was deployed as a precaution and put on-standby.
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Eventually, Foundation satellite imaging marked a location that might pertain to the investigation. However, it quickly became clear that it was not location meant for the public.
Agent Polk: This is the last time you ever convince me to go abroad.
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Agent Rodney: Cry me a river, Polk. We don't have the time.
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[Both agents are positioned above a cliff. In the distance is a farming village occupied by armed men in winter camouflage. Several Beta-8 technicians are working on a laptop, connected to a portable thaumaturgic transmission receiver.]
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Agent Rodney: They're always coming in and out of that big house over there. I'm making my bets now… secret underground laboratory.
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Agent Polk: Cliché much?
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Agent Rodney: Why not? We do it too.
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Agent Polk: Touché. And these guys? Serpent's Hand? Maybe Chaos Insurgency?
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Agent Rodney: They're human. No identifiable uniforms. Fancy equipment… [Lowers Binoculars] Yeah, I got nothing. I guess we'll have to wait a little while longer. Are we in their cameras yet?
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Technician: Should be up in a minute.
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Agent Polk: You think Miss Shrink Ray will show up tonight?
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Agent Rodney: They mentioned Serbia for a reason.
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Agent Polk: True, but how do we know whatever's down there is even con—
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[A loud siren sound activates. The men in the village scramble around.]
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Agent Polk: Goddammit! How did they see us?
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Agent Rodney: I don't think they did.
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Agent Polk: Huh?!
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Agent Rodney: They're focused on the town hall. What's going on down there? Wait, what's that?
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Three figures emerge from the houses. The figures appear as a pale white female with pink glowing eyes, a man coated in rust, and Siamese twins with shark-like features.]
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Agent Polk: Who are they? MLF?
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Agent Rodney: Um…
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[Agent Rodney uses the binoculars. All of the figures are wearing black bodysuits and a pair of oval-shaped electronic devices over their ears. The LED lights on them are blinking incessantly.]
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Agent Rodney: Why are they wearing earphones—?
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[The pale woman touches the two figures. In a flash of pink light, they both disappear. Agent Rodney drops the binoculars.]
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Agent Rodney: The hell was that?!
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Technician: It's online! [Uses Radio] Beta-8, we're in their system. I repeat, we are in their system. Please stand by.
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Agent Polk: Took long enough, what are they doing?
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Technician: It seems like they are running around in groups, no wait, no… wait, yes. They're panicking.
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Agent Rodney: Panicking? Over what?
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Technician: I'm still looking, it seems like it's happening on this floor. Wait… who is that?
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[A man screams as a large book falls on him, crushing him completely. SCP-7102 reverts the blood-stained book back to it's original size. They are panting heavily and their cheek is bleeding profusely. Two squadrons of soldiers approached SCP-7102 from both ends of the hallway.]
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[SCP-7102 pulls a grenade and toy marble from their pocket. They pull the pin, throw and enlarge the grenade down the hallway. They throw marble next, which gets lodged in the hallway behind the grenade. SCP-7102 then dives into a nearby room, closing the door. A violent rumble occurs.]
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[They exit the room. The North hallway is heavily damaged; the floor has been completely obliterated and coated in blood and viscera. The South hallway has a large marble embedded at the hall's end; blood pours between the crevice of the marble and the wall.]>
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SCP-7102: Too close… F-Fuck! My ears are still ringing!
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Male Voice:You said you'll stick with the plan!
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SCP-7102: Everyone has a plan until someone shoots you in the fucking face! So I chose a different plan. The plan is working.
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[SCP-7102 enlarges the book and uses it as a makeshift ramp to slide to the floor below. SCP-7102 reloads their submachine guns.]
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Male Voice:Jesus, I didn't think you had it in you. I'm looking at it now and boy did you make a mess!
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SCP-7102: You complaining about brutality? Don't make me laugh!
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Male Voice:Complaining?! Not in my world, sweetheart. Just making an observation. I think it's pretty hot. Say, after this whole shitshow is over… I happen to know another good restaurant we can try out—
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SCP-7102: QUIT IT FUCKING NOW!
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Male Voice:What the hell, Gold?! I'm just trying to lighten the—
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SCP-7102: Beck! Just stop, just please stop… god, god, please, please be alright! I'm coming baby boy, just hold on… just— [Gasp]
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[SCP-7102 stops at a cell door. No one is inside.]
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SCP-7102: No… c'mon the fuck on— no!
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[SCP-7102 enters the cell. The walls are white and bare of any furniture with the exception of a bench. A bowl of dog food is on the floor and a chain is welded to the wall. SCP-7102 kneels to the floor.]
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[Multiple strands of brown fur and a broken muzzle are by the end of the chain. SCP-7102 picks up the muzzle, small patches of blood straining the fabric. SCP-7102 is hyperventilating and holds the muzzle to their chest.]
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SCP-7102: No… fuuuuuck.
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Male Voice:Gold? No, don't tell me!
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SCP-7102: He's not here, Beck. I can't find him— we're too late! I'm in the cell… it's cold…. I s-see chains… and a muzzle! There's blood on it Beck, there's fucking blood on it!
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[SCP-7102 continues to hyperventilate and kneel. Blood and tears drop onto the floor.]
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Male Voice:Gold? Can you hear me? Fuck, listen. We're looking at the cameras now. I don't see him, but I see the next best thing!
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SCP-7102: Wha—?
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Male Voice:I see the main target now, he's close by. He's armed and on the phone. Get to it!
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[SCP-7102 sprints down the hallway. They eventually reach the door at the end. SCP-7102 holds a firearm in one hand; the other sparks with electricity.]
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Muffled Voice: [In Russian] Yes! I have the hounds ready and accounted for! No, I have to evac now! She's here, and she's for—
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[SCP-7102 shrinks the door, causing the wall to burst open. An elderly man, with a name tag reading "Golubev" turns around in shock, dropping the phone.]
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SCP-7102: Going so soon, Comrade?
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[Golubev pulls out his firearm. The firearm abruptly grows in size, and crushes his hand to the floor. Golubev cries in miraculous pain.]
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SCP-7102: Heard you've gotten a promotion.
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Golubev: No-no! I was under orders. You have to understand—
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SCP-7102: You made the orders! [Shows Muzzle] Where is he? Names and addresses!
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Golubev: Listen! Let's just talk this out—
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[Two of Golubev's fingers shrink, popping off from the palm. Golubev screams as he bleeds.]
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SCP-7102: Names. And. Addresses
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Golubev: He's out of Serbia! Up North! That's all I know!
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SCP-7102: That's not good enough!
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Male Voice:Just take him with you, Gold. We don't have the time!
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SCP-7102: Yes we do! Every second counts. You—
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[A bright pink flash suddenly blinds the room. When it dissipates, three figures are seen standing near Golubev. Golubev is shouting towards the figures in Russian. SCP-7102 stepped back, staring at the pale woman.]
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SCP-7102: Mandy?
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[The woman's eyes illuminate. SCP-7102 pulls out a quarter and enlarges it. The woman projects a laser from her eyes at SCP-7102. SCP-7102 uses the quarter as a makeshift shield. The coin's reflection bounces the laser towards the ceiling, scorching it.]
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[The rusted man extends a hand towards SCP-7102; the coin becomes rusted and loses its shine. The woman's eye illuminates again. SCP-7102 extends a hand upwards; a large ceiling fan falls from the ceiling onto the woman and the rusted man.]
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[The twins pounce on SCP-7102. SCP-7102 grabs onto the entity's heads, pulling out the devices. The twins collapse onto the ground. SCP-7102 stands up, noticing the woman crawling from under the fan, her eyes still illuminated.]
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[SCP-7102 curses and rips a fire extinguisher from the wall, throwing it at her. The extinguisher enlarges in size at the moment when the woman projects another laser at it. The extinguisher explodes; white gas obscures the room. A pink light emanates from the cloud before dissipating. SCP-7102 coughs. When it clears, the woman, the rusted man, and Golubev are gone.]
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SCP-7102: Beck… I think I just saw Mandy… and Nikola and…
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[SCP-7102 stares at the twin's devices. The devices are coated in blood and bits of brain tissue, alongside a worm-like creature. The twins are not breathing. SCP-7102 freezes.]
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SCP-7102: Dear god… what did I…
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Male Voice:Gold! Get to the evac, now!
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SCP-7102: …Yes, sir.
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[SCP-7102 gathers the devices and the twins before shrinking them. SCP-7102 puts them in their pocket and approaches the grate. SCP-7102 takes a deep breath and presses both fists against their face. The entity contorts widely, then shrinks. SCP-7102 passes through the holes of the grate.]
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[Agent Rodney, Agent Polk, and the technicians are crowded behind the computer screen, all silent.]
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Agent Polk: So… that's how you escaped… huh.
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Agent Rodney: …Good to know.
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Although Beta-8 failed to capture SCP-7102, the facility was secured. Physical evidence at the base confirms the structure was of GRU (Division P) origins. However, this facility was never abandoned or surrendered to Veil-affiliated groups after the Soviet Union's fall.
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Further interrogation of the operatives revealed that they were a part of the Yaman Conglomerate, a successor organization of former GRU and KGB (Division of Special Circumstances) personnel operating almost exclusively in Europe. Most documents at the facility were found to be shredded and/or incinerated. Only three of the documents recovered were relevant to the investigation.
—onfirmation of para-natural qualities, our operatives successfully acquired Eleanor ████████ and was smuggled with assistance from the submarine unit. As of now, the ████████ family is not to be pursued unless further confirmation of abnormalities is present, it's best not to push our luck with Americans or their allies unless we have to.
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Like previous candidates, ████████ (Who now I'm referring to as CANDIDATE: SUNSHINE) reacted poorly; SUNSHINE became confused and was forcibly making demands related to its previous residence.
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I decided to handle SUNSHINE directly. I'd already taken the liberty of translating the intake interview.
Golubev: Hello there, nice to see you wide awake Su… Mrs. ████████
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[SUNSHINE remains silent and turns around. Multiple armed guards are behind them. SUNSHINE appears nervous. Golubev waves his hand]
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Golubev: Oh don't mind them. It's standard procedure, nothing to worry about! Now, Eleanor, I would like to talk—
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SUNSHINE I wanna mommy and papa! I didn't do nothing—
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Golubev: Your parents are nearby, Eleanor, trust me. You're not in trouble either, we just… want to have a chat with your… developments.
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SUNSHINE: Develop…ments?
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Golubev: You see we're… from the government, and we've been interested in your case; your family told me all about it and I was amazed when I heard about it. You're a very special girl, Eleanor, we just want to make sure that you're safe.
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SUNSHINE: Safe? Is there… danger?
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Golubev: Yes, a lot of danger. Have you told anyone else about your powers?
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SUNSHINE: N-No?
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Golubev: That's good to hear, Eleanor. You're lucky.
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SUNSHINE: Lucky… why?
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Golubev: Because a lot of people won't take it well… seeing your abilities. They'll freak out, you know?
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SUNSHINE: Oh.
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Golubev: But we can help you out. I just need to see it in action, just to know what I'm dealing with.
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SUNSHINE: What?
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[Golubev reaches under the table and places a bowl of popcorn on the table, and places a single kernel close to SUNSHINE. SUNSHINE stares at the popcorn and licks their lip.]
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Golubev: Do you want some popcorn? I bet you're hungry.
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[SUNSHINE reaches for the bowl but is stopped by Golubev.]
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Golubev: Oh woah, woah. Not so fast. I need you to do something for me first, okay? I want to see you enlarge that piece right there. After that you can eat, can you do that—
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[The popcorn kernel enlarges dramatically. SUNSHINE takes the bowl and starts consuming it. Golubev appears surprised.]
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Golubev: …Okay then. You really like food, huh?
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SUNSHINE: Mm-hmm.
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Golubev: I can see that… if I were to present you with more food… could you show me more of what you did there?
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[SUNSHINE appears visibly excited.]
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SUNSHINE: Yes, I wanna do that!
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Golubev: [Smiling] Great to hear. Enjoy that popcorn, I made it just for you after all.
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After administering the oral sedative, I had SUNSHINE amnesticized; hopefully that'll put an end to all the questions.
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Result: While the starfish embryos failed to grant SUNSHINE full-body bodily regeneration after insertion, their muscle tissue has been shown to heal far quicker than that of baseline humans. Operation successful.
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Region: Chest, abdomen, thighs, back.
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Method: The central nerves are to be reinforced with silver equivalents. A thaumaturgist is to be present at all times until the surgery has concluded; reduce the possibility of paralysis, increase stability in the spine.
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Result: SUNSHINE complained of severe mobility issues but recovered in a week's time. SUNSHINE failed to receive enhanced stability in the spine but instead gained the ability to briefly increase their body's neuro-electricity. Operation semi-successful.
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Region: Upper and lower spine.
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Method: Intestines are to be replaced by those of an instance of Sus domesticus, a thaumaturgist is to be present at all times until the surgery has concluded; increase bodily energy production and metabolic control.
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Result: SUNSHINE's body immediately underwent the transplant and started to undergo necrosis. SUNSHINE's intestines were replaced with her original counterpart. As SUNSHINE nearly expired from this event, it's strongly advised that similar operations are to be discontinued.
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Region: Intestinal track.
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Method: Electronic cranial capsule; amnestics to be deployed internally upon command.
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Result: After the surgery was completed, SUNSHINE awoke and attacked Dr. Gloubev, successfully lacerating his back and chest. SUNSHINE then killed two guards before being incapacitated. It was revealed that the capsule was fried from the brain's neuro-electricity; it's been theorized that the introduction of the capsule temporarily negated the effects of previous amnestizations.
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Target: Mark Levi (Deceased)
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Synopsis: Mark Levi is a former Soviet Union Commander that faked his death to join the United States of America, exchanging classified documents for residency. Upon confirmation of Levi's identity. SUNSHINE was deployed to the United States to subdue, capture, and return him to the Soviet Union.
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Status:SUCCESS Levi was shrunk and returned to the Union without delay inside a glass mason jar. Levi was then executed for treason.
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Target: Federal Bureau of Investigation (Unusual Incidents Unit)
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Synopsis: SUNSHINE is to follow-up on Levi's deal; the documents Levi provided are to be confiscated. All persons of interest that have read said documents are also to be eliminated.
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Status:SUCCESS The facility that held the documents was burnt down, each persons involved were eliminated by severe blunt force trauma. SUNSHINE's shoes were washed to remove the blood stains.
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Target: Sarkic
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Synopsis: SUNSHINE is to retrieve multiple persons of interest of Sarkic origin and deliver them to Dr. Golubev for study.
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Status:FAILURE SUNSHINE was severely injured halfway through the mission, necessitating it to be placed in a medical coma at the Odessa sector until the asset has fully recov—
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Update (26/12/1991): A group of unknown origin penetrated the Odessa sector this morning; all assets stationed there, including SUNSHINE are lost. Following this incident, Golubev allocated resources to further implementation of the Neuro-Transmitter program—
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Addendum-02: In the aftermath of Serbia, the trail on SCP-7102 became cold. The investigation was pending suspension until the latest informational transfer with the GOC. While the GOC did not provide many details, they claimed they managed to briefly hijack's the Front's security system and recorded a video of SCP-7102 conversing with their colleagues.
[SCP-7102 and SCP-6772 stand by a radio transceiver. Numbers is on the floor, arranging tiles from the board game Scrabble.]
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SCP-7102: —Listen… let's just keep this civil and to the point.
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Golubev:[Laughter] I should've scrambled your lobe. Would have saved me so much trouble.
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SCP-7102: Dear god! Even after all these years you're still the greasy piece of shit from day one! I should've shrunk your balls instead! Would've fit you much better—
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Golubev:Mind your tongue, whore! Remember your teddy bear?
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[SCP-7102 shudders intensely; SCP-6772 rests a hand on their shoulder.]
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SCP-7102: Mister Golubev. I just want Brody back.
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Golubev:You gave it a name? Cute.
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SCP-6772: Gold, let me handle this. What is the deal?
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Golubev:Simple, an exchange. You want the bear. I want the property you stole from me.
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SCP-6772: Property? But we haven't stolen anything from…
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[SCP-6772 stares at SCP-7102. SCP-7102 nods.]
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SCP-6772: You gotta be fucking kidding.
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Golubev:Nyet! Agent Sunshine was one of our first assets— so many opportunities lost when it went. But, if returned into the proper hands—
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SCP-6772: Go. Pound. Snow.
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Golubev:Then I'm afraid I'll have to find a replacement. Brody, correct? It's been showing a lot of progress, a lot of potential. Maybe enough… to be useful.
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SCP-7102: No!
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Golubev:Then honor the deal! My patience is waning, Agent Sunshine.
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SCP-7102: …How do I know if he's still alive?
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[A bear sound is heard through the radio. SCP-7102 jumps to their feet.]
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SCP-7102: Brody? Brody! Listen… Yes, it's me! Goldie! Just stay tight. Can you do that for me… I know, it's scary, bud. I know, I know. You'll make it through this though. Believe me, I won't let anything happen to you—
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[The sparking of electricity is heard, alongside a yelp.]
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SCP-7102: Brody?! What did you do to him?!
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Golubev:Shock collar. It's still uncooperative. Another thing it got from you, no doubt.
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SCP-7102: …
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Golubev:We'll send you details later. Do not disappoint.
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[The broadcast ends. SCP-7102 immediately extends a hand towards the radio but is stopped by SCP-6772. SCP-6772 hands SCP-6772-A to SCP-7102 and nods. SCP-7102 uses the weapon to slice both the radio and table in half. SCP-7102 is panting.]
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SCP-6772: Feeling better?
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SCP-7102: No.
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SCP-6772: You don't have to be. Numbers!
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Numbers: Opening eyes now. I got… Greenland. Severe. LSD. Nuclear. Thin Ice. A Month… and Jackpot.
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SCP-6772: Let me take a gander… their base in Greenland, a nuclear base in which they use LSD, probably mind control… it's the place where they're keeping them all, but it's a delicate situation, with severe security, and we have to figure how to free them in a month's time?
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Numbers: Correct. I'm not going to lie, Beck. This doesn't feel like Three Ports or Esterberg, this is a whole different beast.
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SCP-7102: And what about them?
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[SCP-7102 walks to the twins on a gurney. A white cloth is placed over their faces.]
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Numbers: I read the report: those earphones, whatever they are, are bio-electronical in nature. When worn, these tapeworm things exit the device, penetrate the ear canal and… fuse with the brain somehow, absorbing nutrients, manipulating neurons…
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Numbers: It also puts them in a constant dream-like state. They're puppets, the pods their puppeteers. Those worms produce a chemical, one that has a detrimental effect on the mind.
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SCP-6772: LSD?
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Numbers: What else? MKUltra be damned… Gold?
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SCP-7102: …They never allowed us to get too close with each other. The project heads, Golubev, always micromanaged us — always trying to ensure our sense of brotherhood while our loyalty to the state was absolute. I never really liked them, the Solomon Twins. They were so violent… scared me more times than I can count…
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SCP-7102: But he didn't deserve this. He deserved more than that… they all do. Dear god, this could've been me!
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[SCP-6772 approaches SCP-7102, roping an arm around the latter's shoulder.]
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SCP-7102: No, it's fine. This is still salvageable. We have options. If we use the deal to our advantage—
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SCP-6772: The hell you will, Gold! That guy will pull something, I know it.
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SCP-7102: What else can we do here, Beck?! The requests are taking too long! If I have to go there myself—
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SCP-6772: Don't even talk about going full 'X-Man' Gold. You never go full 'X-Man!' You saw how that turned out!
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[SCP-6772 points to the bandage on SCP-7102's cheek. SCP-7102 hisses in frustration and sits against the cage.]
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SCP-7102: This is my fault. You said it was too dangerous and I didn't listen. I should've stayed! He would've never been… did I even have a chance?
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SCP-6772: [Sigh] Gold…
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Numbers: What if we get help outside of our chapter? Maybe… even further than that?
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SCP-7102: And who in the flying hell would be willing to help us? Do they even know who we're up against?
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SCP-6772: …I might have an idea.
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Addendum-03: A week later, a caller contacted a Foundation front company and claimed they were a Front representative. The caller requested to talk to 'the ones running the show' regarding a 'deal of a lifetime you can't refuse.'
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Agent Rodney, while off-duty, was approached by another Front representative at the same time.
[Agent Rodney is sitting in a diner, inspecting his body camera. As he consumes his French onion soup, a cough emanates from behind him.]
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Female Voice: Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?
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Agent Rodney: Uh… no, why do you ask—?
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[Agent Rodney drops his spoon. SCP-7102 is behind him, holding up their arms.]
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SCP-7102: I just want to talk—
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[Agent Rodney pulls out his firearm and aims it at SCP-7102. SCP-7102 closes their eyes and signs.]
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SCP-7102: You know we're in public, right?
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Agent Rodney: We're far enough. I've seen you in action — you're scary.
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SCP-7102: …You're being honest.
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Agent Rodney: I like to wear my heart on my sleeve if I can — works wonders.
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SCP-7102: Well it certainly has a charm. So can you put that away?
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Agent Rodney: I'm not comfortable with that, but does it matter? If you wanted to do something, you would've shrunk me or the gun. Is this 'talk' really that important?
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SCP-7102: Must be. Brown suggested you for a reason.
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Agent Rodney: …Take a seat.
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[SCP-7102 sits across from Agent Rodney and looks at the basket of fries, then to Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney nods. SCP-7102 quickly consumes it while Agent Rodney hides the firearm under the table.]
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Agent Rodney: Never seen a girl eat so fast… I've heard rumors GRU fed you dog food, that true?
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SCP-7102: No, thank god; just potatoes, fish and the occasional vegetable. You know a lot about me?
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Agent Rodney: I read the files: girl has powers, bad guys kidnap girl, girl is placed on a spec ops team with other powered people, girl escapes, girl works with the Front until a certain bear comes her way…
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[SCP-7102 cringes and breaks eye contact with Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney sighs.]
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Agent Rodney: How did this happen?
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SCP-7102: Would you believe me if I said it was because of a single potato chip?
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Agent Rodney: Yes.
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[SCP-7102 smirks and leans against their seat, looking at the ceiling.]
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SCP-7102: Their version of amnestics did quite a number on me, I don't remember all the details. It honestly feels like a dream. Heh… a pretty damn good dream.
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SCP-7102: Let's see.. I lived in the UK, my accents' proof of that. I think I was eight, maybe twelve at the time? Not too sure about that one. But I had a mom and dad, that's for sure.
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Agent Rodney: You had parents?
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SCP-7102: [Smirks] I was born wasn't I? We lived by the lake. Except for the money situation it was… pleasant.
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Agent Rodney: Money situation?
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SCP-7102: We were poor, no, flat-out broke. Dad had to constantly work his ass off to make ends meet. We could only afford the cheap stuff, and it was never satisfying either. It just… sucked over all. And then… it happened.
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Agent Rodney: Let me guess, your ability?
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SCP-7102: Mm-hmm. I can't say if I was born with it or something occurred but… Pfftt! It just happened straight out of the blue! One minute, I'm having a snack by the park, the next the table flattens because the bag is too big! Just like that! Can you believe it?
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Agent Rodney: Yes, I've seen you do it… multiple times, in fact.
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SCP-7102: The point is I realized what I had, freaked the hell out, I realized I could use it on food, then I freaked out again, but in a good way. Never went to bed hungry ever again.
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Agent Rodney: And your parents didn't notice?
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SCP-7102: Oh they did, they absolutely did. Caught me in the act. They freaked out too, but they quickly changed their tune once it clicked how much money we'd save from groceries. I have to give them credit, taking all of that in at once? That takes guts. They weren't perfect, but I wouldn't have them any other way.
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SCP-7102: Such as shame that's the last time I saw them.
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SCP-7102: I don't even know how they found out. I was walking home one day when I felt a pinch on my neck. When I woke, I was in some… room… a metal room with people in suits, cameras and other unfortunate souls in the same predicament as I was. My brothers and sisters…
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Agent Rodney: How is the Conglomerate still a thing? I thought GRU was finished after the Soviets collapsed.
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SCP-7102: Most were: the rest slipped by, hoping to regain their old glory like before. Rumors came that America was in the process of creating a super soldier program, so Russia tried beating them to it. They tried all sorts of things: mental conditioning, physical training… the surgeries. I tried to keep my head down, but it never worked.
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SCP-7102: And I let it happen, they convinced me I didn't have a choice and I listened every time. Obeyed like the fucking dog… no, bitch I am. Survival. Loyalty. Hatred for the enemy. For years it was just that. Those three things, and those things alone. And at certain points in my life, I enjoyed it.
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[Agent Rodney remains silent, lowering his gun slightly.]
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SCP-7102: The Front tried saying the conditioning was responsible, or was a… normal reaction mitigating stress? I hope they're right, it sure as hell didn't feel like it. Then they tried to heal the amnestic damage…
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[SCP-7102 shudders and involuntarily clenches their right fist.]
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SCP-7102: They only healed a portion of it, because it wasn't worth it. They doped us all the time, and I was their star candidate. Sneaking intel, stuffing tiny people into jars, literally doubling supplies and nuclear stockpile for the mustached fuck. They would've worked me to the bone if they could.
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SCP-7102: And I was the lucky one! If you know me, then you should know my squad. It's worse since I left. Now they're hooked up to some… device, their final safety net. I don't know if they're even still in there anymore. They don't even blink! And now they want to do the same thing to him. I—
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[Agent Rodney holds onto SCP-7102's right hand. SCP-7102 looks at Agent Rodney in shock; their cheeks are wet.]
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Agent Rodney: I understand.. I've been in a couple of hostage situations myself, they're always the worst, aren't they?
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SCP-7102: Yeah…
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Agent Rodney: I know a little bit about Brody. He seemed like a good kid, and reminds me a lot of niece. But I have to ask… why did you choose to raise him?
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SCP-7102: Because I killed his parents.
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Agent Rodney: What?!
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SCP-7102: I made some bad calls and it resulted in casualties. I made that kid an orphan, Mister Rodney. The least I can do is make it up to him. And… he helped me too in a sense. Give me back another opportunity I thought I lost.
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Agent Rodney: What opportunity?
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[SCP-7102 stands up and pulls down the front of their pants, showing her lower abdomen scars. Agent Rodney's eyes widened.]
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SCP-7102: Yep, he went there. The way I see it, Brody is the only child I'm ever going to have. And now he is in his care. Does it sink in yet?
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Agent Rodney:Jesus! Fuck…
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[SCP-7102 sits down and pulls a folder from their pocket, sliding it to Agent Rodney. He inspects the contents, then looks to SCP-7102.]
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SCP-7102: The point is I need someone to vouch for me. We know the base's location but we need help. The Front's trying to work out a deal, Numbers thinks we might actually pull it off. All we want is to free the prisoners and pull the plug on their aspirations.
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SCP-7102: Your Foundation values information second to none, that file contains a lot of goodies, both from them and us, consider it a down payment. L-Look, I'm so sorry for putting you on the spotlight, but I'm at my wit's end here. I don't know what else to do… I'm just so tired—
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Agent Rodney: I'll do it… I don't know how, but I'll do it. I have a lot of street cred, I know who to talk to. I can't promise you anything… but believe me, I'll try.
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SCP-7102: Good… good…
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[SCP-7102 slouches against the seat, closing their eyes.]
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Agent Rodney: You do realize I still can't let you go… right?
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SCP-7102: I know… I'm just taking a rest.
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Agent Rodney: Oh… okay.
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SCP-7102: Mister Rodney?
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Agent Rodney: Yeah?
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SCP-7102: Thank you.
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Agent Rodney: [Smiling] You're welcome.
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[END LOG]
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Addendum-04: After much deliberation, and reviewing evidence that the Yaman Conglomerate presented a severe danger to the globe at large, the O5 Council, for this exception, agreed to the deal provided the Front also accepted to terms given by the Foundation.
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After the location of the enemy home base was located in Greenland, the joint operation immediately commenced: MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") was tasked with a front assault while Beta-8 and MLF operatives were tasked with underground infiltration of the facility. The Foundation would assist with thaumaturgically enhanced computer technology and support helicopters from above.
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All footage was taken from Beta-8's and MLF's body cameras.
Sgt. Arglo: I still can't believe they've paired us up. I hope this doesn't mean we're becoming friends.
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SCP-6772: [Chuckle] You wish.
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SCP-7102:Beck.
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SCP-6772: I know, no friendly fire allowed… shame you couldn't just size us up. This would've been over in a second.
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SCP-7102: I have trouble enlarging big objects, Beck. That goes double for living things. This is going to suck.
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SCP-6772: …You know we could still die, right?
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SCP-7102: Death's always a risk. Either way, this is going to be our last hurrah. So why not go out with a bang? [Smile] Or do you prefer whimpering and backing out like a bitch instead?
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[SCP-6772 gives a small smile.]
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SCP-6772: Goddamn, I love you
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SCP-7102: I know.
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Agent Rodney:Guys? We're going to start in about a minute. Get ready!
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SCP-6772: Noted. Numbers?
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[Numbers removes the purple head and places it in SCP-6772's backpack and pulls out a golden fox head. SCP-6772 wears it and notices people staring.]
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SCP-6772: This one slows down people's perception of time. We'll have them flat on their ass before they even notice. Got it as a birthday present.
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Sgt. Arglo: You're going to tell us how you found that?
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SCP-7102: No.
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[The faint sound of alarms blaring are audible. SCP-7102 pulls out a Wooden "F" letter block.]
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SCP-6772: Go time. Hope you guys are packing, you're gonna need it.
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[SCP-6772 telekinetically cuts a rectangular opening in the ceiling with SCP-6772-A. SCP-7102 places and enlarges the block before the section of ceiling falls down, creating a makeshift ramp. The task force charges into the floor above.]
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[SCP-6772, Numbers, and SCP-7102 separate from the main group. SCP-6772 and Numbers decapitate and shoot enemy operatives respectively; SCP-7102 spots a group of anomalous operatives heading their way.]
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SCP-7102: Uh, Darling!
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[SCP-6772 stares at the operatives; the operatives slow down before colliding and tripping over each other. Numbers fires tranquiliser darts at the operatives. The operatives become unresponsive.]
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Numbers: Nice save.
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SCP-7102: You're telling me! We should've done this more often. It's so—
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SCP-6772: Keep your head in the game, Gold! Just focus on Brody and the rest. [To radio] Okay we're in, what now?
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Agent Rodney:We're in their cameras now and it's not good! It seems like a lot of men, the brainwashed ones, are going towards the prison sector.
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SCP-7102: They—?! Then stop them!
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Agent Rodney:We're trying to… wait, I see him!
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Numbers: Who? The target?
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Agent Rodney:Yes! He's straight ahead of your position! He's surrounded by guards and packing up a bag. You better hurry!
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SCP-7102: Shit! Brody's in there! If they get in…
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SCP-6772: Focus, Gold, focus! I need you to enlarge my sword.
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Numbers: You're—? Why?!
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SCP-6772: Evening the odds. Hit it!
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[SCP-6772-A's size is tripled, and the group picks up their pace. They shrink, bisect and shoot conglomerate soldiers along the way. SCP-6772-A approaches a wall and slices it apart entirely; Golubev and his bodyguards are visible, and are stunned]
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[The bodyguards attempt to open fire but the majority of them are pulverized by SCP-6772-A, the rest are shot down by Numbers and SCP-7102. Golubev attempts but is shot in the floor by SCP-7102. Golubev falls over in pain.]
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SCP-7102: And now the odds are in our favor. Shrink it.
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[SCP-7102 returns SCP-6772-A to its normal size. SCP-7102 marches to a shaken Golubev.]
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Golubev: Y-You… B-Bit—
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SCP-7102: Bitch? I get that a lot. Now c'mere!
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[SCP-7102 stomps on Golubev's ankle, causing him to cry in pain before the entity presses its gun barrel against his forehead. Golubev whimpers as SCP-7102 handcuffs him to a pipe on the wall.
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SCP-7102: To think I was scared of you. Stay down or else. Beck, we need to shut down the pods, try reading him, maybe we… Numbers?
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[SCP-7102 follows Numbers' gaze. A tank holding a massive larva-like entity is by the back wall. It appears to be breathing.]
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SCP-7102: What… what the hell is this—
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SCP-6772: The one putting their 'special soldiers' in check.
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[SCP-6772 is adorning the purple head, pressing a finger against Golubev's temple.]
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SCP-6772: It's a bio-telepathic computer… birthed from the flesh extracted from sarkic prisoners… its babies are the ones in the earpods… This was his doing.
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Golubev: I-I had no choice! The kremlin, they—
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SCP-6772: —Accepted the plan once you suggested it. Pathetic, you can't even own up to your own bullshit.
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SCP-7102: Sarkics?… I remember that! This was the plan all along? You… you made me doom my brothers… Y-You… Fucking…
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SCP-6772: Gold, remember the deal. We need to take that thing now. Let me—
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[A pink laser decapitates SCP-6772 as it gasps and turns right; a rusted man, a large arachnoid and an albino woman rush into the room. Golubev shouts in Russian, they focus their attention towards SCP-7102.]
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[The arachnoid tackles Numbers to the ground, the two entities engage in a fist fight as they both tear each other's limbs off.]
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[SCP-6772 fails to dodge to cover and gains the attention of the rusted man. SCP-6772 screams in pain as rust begins to envelope his body. SCP-6772 quickly replaces his head with the fox and stares at the rusted man. The rusted man stumbles forward in confusion before SCP-6772 delivers an upper cut to his jaw.]
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[SCP-7102 attempts to tackle the albino but freezes when its eyes glow. SCP-7102 barely dodges the laser; Golubev's screams are abruptly cut. SCP-7102 extends a hand towards the albino but the operative stabs them in the arm. SCP-7102 screams before being kicked down by the albino.]
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[The albino notices SCP-6772; its eyes brighten again. SCP-7102 gasps and grabs a nearby pencil from the floor and throws it at the operative. The pencil enlarges, piercing the operative in the chest, killing it. SCP-7102 freezes, and frowns as blood seeps from the body.]
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Numbers: Becker!
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[Numbers is being overpowered by the arachnid, the latter of whom is attempting to tear the entity apart. SCP-6772 rushes to Numbers's aid, slicing the operative's limbs. However, the entity is regenerating far faster than SCP-6772 can cut. The sound of faint footsteps is audible.]
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[SCP-7102, despite being in immense pain, moves towards SCP-6772 before slipping and falling. SCP-6772 curses and notices the footsteps are becoming louder. SCP-6772 then looks to the arachnid and the larva. Its eyes widen.]
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SCP-6772: Gold! Blow me up!
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SCP-7102: I-I… how—
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SCP-6772: Trust me, girl. Do it!
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[SCP-7102 takes a deep breath and extends a fist towards SCP-6772, screaming in pain. SCP-6772's size is tripled. SCP-6772 stomps on the arachnid, pinning it to the floor. SCP-6772 then swings SCP-6772-A at the larva, bisecting it in two.]
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[More anomalous operatives enter the room, then collapse on the floor unconscious. Numbers pants heavily as they puke on the floor. SCP-6772 pauses, then nods at SCP-7102 — SCP-6772 reverts to their original size. The radio crackles to life.]
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Agent Rodney:Gold? Guys? I don't know what you did back there but I'm getting reports that the podded guys have keeled over. They're still breathing. Just sit tight, we'll come to your position.
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Numbers: Did.. did we just win?
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SCP-6772: I think… yeah, I think we did. [Chuckles] You hear that, Gold? It's smooth sailing from here. We need to get you patched up though, stay put, I think I got a…
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[SCP-7102 is standing by the wall; the two entities join her. Golubev appears to be cut in half, a faint pink glow radiates from the body. SCP-6772 shakes their head.]
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SCP-6772: No… how did…
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SCP-7102: I fought Mandy, and heard him scream… she got him.
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Numbers: No, no we we're so close!
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SCP-6772: The deal is ruined. Without him this all falls apart…
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SCP-7102: No… there's still Plan B.
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SCP-6772: Plan B?! No, that's… no Gold, we can't—
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SCP-7102: We have to find him, he's still in danger. C'mon.
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SCP-6772: …Gold…
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SCP-7102: Beck please… c'mon!
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[The entities exit the room.]
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[The three entities enter the hallway: Numbers is looking through the portholes of the doors before stopping at the one at the far end of the hall. SCP-6772 breaks the lock and opens the door. Both Numbers and SCP-6772 freeze in place.]
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[SCP-7102 notices their reaction and attempts to rush towards the doorway. SCP-6772 tries pulling her back but SCP-7102 peeks inside and gasps. They stumble back and fall to the floor; SCP-7102 is crying.]
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[SCP-6772 kneels and wraps their arms around SCP-7102. SCP-7102 continues to cry, staring inside of the cell. Numbers reverts to their humanoid form and slide down to the floor. After a moment, they use the radio.]
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[Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are on the outside of the base. Foundation and MLF forces are moving around.]
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Agent Polk: That went… surprisingly well. We got a few casualties but they folded when their toys went out of commission. You think this is the end for them?
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Agent Rodney: Doubt it. Groups like them… they're like cockroaches, so hard to get rid of and hide whenever they can. There's probably still more out there but this will definitely pull the hurt on them… hm?
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[Agent Rodney spots SCP-7102, SCP-6772 and Numbers conversing with themselves in the distance.]
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Agent Rodney: Polk, talk to sergeant. I need to do something quick.
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Agent Polk: Sure, just hurry it up. I'm freezing my ass out here.
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[Agent Rodney approaches the group.]
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SCP-6772: -ave to do this! They're distracted, we can—
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SCP-7102: There's nowhere we can go. It won't work.
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Numbers: Hate to say it, but she has a point. Pulling a stunt like that will ruin any future diplomacy we have.
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SCP-7102: We all agreed to the terms, this is the only solution here. I caused this, it's only fair I deal with the consequences.
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SCP-6772: So this is it?
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SCP-7102: Probably, you know how they are with their collection.
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SCP-6772: Goddammit… [Sigh] it was an honor having you in my crew, it won't be the same without you.
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SCP-7102: The feeling is mutual. Just get them to that specialist.
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SCP-6772: I will. Numbers, get the gurneys.
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[SCP-6772 spots Agent Rodney approaching. The entity scowls before walking away with Numbers. SCP-7102 notices Agent Rodney.]
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SCP-7102: Thanks, I doubt this would've gone any other without your help. I don't know how I can repay you.
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Agent Rodney: It's fine. The paycheck I get is all I need. Well that and the dental insurance, heh… so the brainwashed people, did they make it out alright?
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SCP-7102: A dozen died, the rest are relatively good. We're planning to take them to a special doctor, seeing if there's any way we can… remedy what's done to them… hopefully.
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Agent Rodney: That's good to hear. So what are you going to do now?
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SCP-7102: Waiting to be contained.
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Agent Rodney: Wait… what?
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SCP-7102: One of the main terms was to capture Golubev, but he's dead. The only way to make this work was to let them have me. I've been his main project — worked under him for years… in other words, I'm the next best thing.
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Agent Rodney: But… if you're gone, who's going to take care of Brody?
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SCP-7102: …
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Agent Rodney: Did… what happened to Brody?
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[SCP-7102 stares towards the MLF members carrying the unconscious operatives away. SCP-6772 is carrying Brody, two earpods are visible on his ears.]
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Agent Rodney: No…
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SCP-7102: I had a hunch we were already screwed when Golubev used him as a bargaining chip. I knew I shouldn't work myself up over it, but I just couldn't help it. At least he's not dead, there's still hope. I never should've left.
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Agent Rodney: Gold… why did you stay with the Front in the first place?
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SCP-7102: Because I knew the rules.
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Agent Rodney: Rules?
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SCP-7102: The world is for 'normal' things, and I'm anything but. That's just how it is, even if I managed to make myself 'normal'… my anomaly gone… that world ain't meant for me. Never was, never will be.
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SCP-7102: At least with the Front I can be myself. It sucked, but it had its moments. The food wasn't shitty, I slept in an actual bed, and I made friends, real friends. It was… nice.
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SCP-7102: But I got sick of the violence, the scurrying, the planning. I thought I could just settle down, start something of my own with Brody. And now he's gone. I can't bear to try for a third… You feel me?
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Agent Rodney: …I feel you.
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SCP-7102: I'm tired, Rodney. I can't go back home… so I have to make due with another one. Maybe it won't be so bad, I heard some nice things from those Sites of yours… Oh, there's my ticket.
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[Multiple Foundation personnel approach SCP-7102. SCP-7102 allows the personnel to handcuff it. SCP-7102 looks to Agent Rodney.]
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SCP-7102: [Whispering] Thank you, I mean it.
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[SCP-7102 is escorted away. Agent Rodney remains silent and sits on a log. Agent Rodney looks to SCP-7102. Agent Rodney sighs and rubs his cheek with his hand.]
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Agent Rodney: …You're welcome.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Containment Procedures have been updated: SCP-7102 is to be implanted with a tracking chip and fitted with specialized cuffs that cover its arms and legs.
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Since SCP-7102's primary ability is related directly with its neurology, the cuffs, upon sensing an abnormal increase of bio-electricity, will deliver a fast-acting sedative into the entity's bloodstream, incapacitating it. Additionally, SCP-7102 is to be under constant supervision until further notice.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7308 is contained within a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-309.
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Description: SCP-7308 appears to be a red sphere approximately two meters in diameter. All attempts to perceive the true appearance of SCP-7308 have been unsuccessful.
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SCP-7308 was discovered in Poplar Grove, Illinois after reports of an "orb" wandering a local apple orchard. Following the capture of SCP-7308, Gate B of Site-309 was blasted down by Soupglop, a known reality bender residing in Three Portlands, demanding that SCP-7308 be returned to her.
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After fourteen hours of standard de-escalation procedures, Dr. Noah Addams managed to conduct an interview with Soupglop.
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Dr. Addams: Are you ready to cooperate? Or am I going to have to call in the tranq unit again?
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Soupglop: Fine. Fine. But mark my words, young man, I'm gonna be casting sooooo many hexes on you later. I'm gonna…
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Soupglop gestures her hands in the air wildly.
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Soupglop: And you're gonna be SORRY.
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Dr. Addams: I… Okay. Well, to start, what is SCP-7308?
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Soupglop: Ha! What is it? It's my INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY, that's what it is.
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Dr. Addams: To be clear, I'm talking about the… red circle thing.
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Soupglop: Wait, circle? I thought I upgraded to the orb package! Goddammit. I'm so fucking mad. I suck at contracts. Always using so much LANGUAGE. I—
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Dr. Addams: No— it's— you did fine. It's an orb. I just misspoke. Sorry.
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Soupglop: Huh. How the fuck did you go from orb to circle? There's a whole DIMENSION of difference. I thought you people were supposed to be smart!
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Dr. Addams: I just misspoke. I'd appreciate moving on now.
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Soupglop: Peh. Fine.
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Dr. Addams: So, again. What is SCP-7308, and why can we only perceive it as an orb?
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Soupglop: You see him like that because you hold no shares! Nobody does! Because all the shares are mine. I copyrighted him!
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Dr. Addams: Well… then what do you see it as?
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Soupglop: He's a large man with white fur. He has big muscles. He would be my husband but he's kind of stupid, so I copyrighted him instead. I call him "Yeti" and he's one of a kind. That's why Lord Alrights allowed me to finalize the ritual.
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Dr. Addams: Hm. One moment, please.
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Dr. Addams stands, retrieves a manilla folder, then pushes it towards Soupglop. She begins inspecting its contents.
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Dr. Addams: Did you know that therearecountlessentities that are almost identical to your "Yeti"? Therefore…
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Soupglop: Oh… oh no.
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A tear in reality suddenly forms above Soupglop. An eye emerges, staring directly at her.
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UNKNOWN: SOUPGLOP. YOU HAVE LIED, AND BETRAYED LORD ALRIGHTS. FOR THIS YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.
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Soupglop: Wait, wait, I didn't know! I didn't—
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UNKNOWN: IGNORANCE IS NOT FORGIVEN. PERISH.
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Soupglop disintegrates into a pile of salt, and the tear closes.
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Following the interview, it was discovered that SCP-7308 had disintegrated into a pile of ground black pepper. Reclassification to Neutralized pending.
Special Containment Procedures: References to the anomaly have been censored from public records.
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Description: SCP-7465 is a presence which exists in the basement of a large warehouse in Concho, Ohio, U.S. Despite lacking a physical form, SCP-7465 has a strong influence on physical reality. This is most evident in the minds of its victims, but it also permeates the surrounding area and can be measured using standard omen-reading tools. SCP-7465 is sentient and possibly sapient. Its exact motives are unknown, but for the purposes of the SCP Foundation, SCP-7465 acts out of a hatred for human life.
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It is unknown how or why SCP-7465 chooses its victims. No decision mechanism has been found; victims have come from different countries, economic backgrounds, and psychological states with no common link between any of them. When a victim is chosen, a slow and inescapable process of anomalous imprinting begins. This manifests in a unique way with each one: a mother in her early forties began experiencing episodes of catastrophic doom several times a week where she would see a "black wall, a black black black black wall of fear" surrounding her apartment. A young university student suffered a nervous breakdown in one of his classes and later took an extended leave of absence. He returned to live with his family before succumbing to SCP-7465's influence the following month. The student's sister then fell victim to SCP-7465 herself. She expressed its influence with a series of five-hundred abstract drawings using pencil and drawing paper before her death.
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At a certain point, most often a month after exposure, the victim will decide to travel to Concho. They can be and often are talked out of this initially by friends or family, but their decision is final, regardless of outside effort. If the victim lives close enough to Concho, they may attempt to drive or take some form of public transportation to the city. Poorer victims or those who don't own a car may hitchhike or even walk if the journey is not too unreasonable. If the victim lives further away or has no reasonable method of travel, they will create one. The most notable example of this was a teenage girl from El Salvador who, on the eve of her nineteenth birthday, sold all of her belongings, abandoned her family, and bought a one-way plane ticket to Cleveland before hitchhiking to Concho.
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An experience all documented victims of SCP-7465 share is their interest in the journey expanding the longer it takes for them to complete it. While it may begin only as a mild obsession — minor when compared to similar anomalies catalogued by the SCP Foundation — it will slowly grow in the victim's mind until it becomes an integral part of their sense of self. They will become reliant on it. Many feel an intense need to create monuments to the journey1 or document themselves in some way, believing that they can only introspect when relating their experiences to SCP-7465, Concho, or the basement in some way. The victim will often reference the journey in works of art or school assignments or diary entries, even when it makes little sense to do so. All art created by victims will become large-scaled: a poor painter in New Zealand covered all of their canvases with the phrase "Not enough food for me", written in an extremely small font with white paint. They continued writing it on the walls, the floor, and the ceiling of their home over the course of three days. By their own estimate, they had written the phrase over three-hundred thousand times, covering most of the nearby street before they were discovered.
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The victim will become overwhelmed by emotion when they reach Concho. They will be unable to move or speak, or if they can speak, they will ramble in an uncontrolled manner. Pessimism is a common symptom, as well as a sudden lack of care for personal safety. Victims may experience episodes of intense rage, a common source of their anger being a fear of destruction: destruction of themselves, of the things or people around them, of the world at large. These feelings can last up to one full day but will always fade into a deep acceptance. The victim will overcome a great mental obstacle at this point. It may be anything from a past trauma to recent emotional troubles — the exact obstacle does not seem to matter other than it exists, the victim cares for it, and it is overcome. Once this happens, the victim's death is imminent.
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The victim, sometimes on their own and sometimes with the accompaniment of a friend, will travel to the building where SCP-7465 resides. They will then enter the basement alone and, using a thin piece of fabric, a cord, their belt or some other sturdy material, hang themselves until dead on the pipes that run along the ceiling. The entire process occurs to five individuals a year on average.
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Testing on SCP-7465 has been slow. Many researchers have refused to work on the anomaly, and those who do often leave within two or three years. Exiting staff note a common feeling which drove them to quit: a strong, angry, almost humiliating sense of shame which persists for months after.
A caricature of Robert Coates, entitled "Robert Coates Esq. The Amateur of Fashion"
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MTF μ-83 "Hot Potato, Orchestra Stalls"
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Special Containment Procedures: The skeleton of Robert Coates is to be stored in an anomalous object storage locker; the room said locker is contained in is to be soundproofed. Personnel who encounter SCP-7623 are advised to ignore its presence entirely. Experimentation with using SCP-7623 to distract or otherwise incapacitate anomalous threats is ongoing.
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Description: SCP-7623 is a Level-2 Humanoid Apparition1 which manifests in the vicinity of the skeleton of English amateur actor Robert Coates. SCP-7623 takes the form of a translucent apparition of Coates, dressed in various elaborate stage costumes. The apparition will perform extracts of Shakespeare's plays to passersby (with a particular preference for Romeo and Juliet) at high volumes and with intense displays of emotion, interpreting all responses to its performances as being positive.
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SCP-7623 is noteworthy for its involvement with an anomalous incident associated with SCP-2264-B, the extradimensional empire of Alagadda.
Robert Coates (1772-1848) was a Regency-era actor, infamous for his inept performances of Shakespeare. Captain Rees Gronow, who attended Coates' 1809 performance as Romeo in Romeo and Juliet, wrote that Coates wore "a cloak of sky-blue silk, profusely spangled, red pantaloons, a vest of white muslin, surmounted by an enormously thick cravat, and a wig à la Charles the Second, capped by an opera hat".
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Gronow added that the production suffered from many other problems: Coates' too-tight pantaloons split, exposing his underwear; he paused his performance to offer snuff to the audience, and concluded the play by repeatedly performing Romeo's death scene until the actress playing Juliet interrupted him.
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Coates' self-financed performances became well-known and infamous for his poor acting and gaudy costumes, though Coates appeared entirely oblivious to how he was ridiculed. He died in 1848 after being struck by a hansom cab.
The following excerpt of a letter, sent from Lady Caroline Glenarvon to her sister Helene in March 1813, refers to the first incidence of anomalous phenomena related to Robert Coates.
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…moreover, there was a most singular guest at a masquerade-ball the last Sunday hosted by Mme Lefroy. He was an Italian lord in a yellow robe and mask, with the arabesqued fabric strangely bearing a texture like a beetle's shell. He was introduced as Count Ysbrand of Athulf2.
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This Count gravely indicated that he was seeking, at short notice, to hire "the most famed actor in England", to perform a play to greet an Ambassador. He was thronged by suggestions of "Kean!" and "Kemble!", until Mr Heddon made his suggestion:
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"Why, the only choice would be that Robert Coates! I saw his Romeo, and try as I might, I cannot forget it!"
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The Count, seeing our laughter and agreement, swiftly withdrew before any of us could puncture the joke. One must hope that Mr Heddon's famous wit does not prompt a diplomatic incident!…
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Coates' spending records after this point indicate that he was lavishly paid by the Count Ysbrand to organize a production of SCP-701, also known as The Hanged King's Tragedy. Coates was to play the lead role of Antonio.
The performance of SCP-701 was scheduled for ██/██/1813 at London's Grafton Theatre, a date on which an astrologically significant conjugation of six stars was to occur3. The Count's intention was evidently to stage SCP-701 such that its concluding human sacrifices coincided with the narrow window of time when the conjugation's anomalous properties were at their apex. Properly performed, this ritual would have opened a stable, long-lasting two-way portal to Alagadda4.
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The Unseen Order of St. Jude5, having been notified of Count Ysbrand's arrival in London, dispatched three agents with the intention of terminating Coates or otherwise disrupting the performance.
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One anonymous agent composed the following letter, translated from Italian, recording his experiences at the performance.
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It did not matter that we had poison and knives. When we were near the Theatre we had no control of our actions. We sat down (the audience was a motley of people from the street, all transfixed in the same manner), and I saw the yellow-robed Count in a box seat, glancing down with what must have been amusement.
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The curtain rose. I remember noticing, despite my panic, how excellent Gonzalo's actor was; his first monologue was delivered with regal pathos. But then came Antonio's arrival at the conclusion of the first scene—dressed in an oversized black-and-gold slashed doublet and silver hose, with a ruff around his neck almost wider than his shoulders, Coates looked so bizarre that, despite my transfixed state, I choked out a laugh.
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I soon realized that Coates was, quite unintentionally, disrupting the Count's ritual. The cast had to be killed at the right moment to coincide with the position of the stars. But even when compelled by the play's mesmeric power, Coates remained a singularly poor actor—awful enough that he was disrupting the ritual's careful timing. When Antonio was to kill Isabella in Act III, Coates stopped mid-murder and repeated the entire preceding monologue in an even more tearful tone, in an attempt to accentuate the pathos of the moment. It was at least five minutes before he mercifully ended Isabella's life and the scene.
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As the play went on, the scenery began to flicker, the back wall of the stage opening up into a world of dark towers and torchlit castles. At the conclusion of Act V, a noose descended from the ceiling to hang Gonzalo and complete the blood-sacrifice. I remember how the spectre of the Ambassador of Alagadda was standing before the throne, its presence painful to look at. Gonzalo was placed in the noose, and Coates picked up the knife to slit Gonzalo's stomach. By now the stage was like a churning vortex, the lights of Alagadda searing into our world.
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But then Coates fell to his knees, dropping the blade, and began beating at his chest in what must have been an attempt to portray regret and guilt. He rampaged up and down the stage, wiping away floods of tears with his lacy cuffs. He would pick up the knife—then his nerve would fail him, and he would fall to the floor weeping again, though these paroxysms of torment did not prevent him from carefully dusting off the floor before kneeling on it.
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With minutes of the conjugation of stars left, the hooded spectre of the Ambassador finally strode forward, gripped Coates' shoulder, and thrust the knife into his hand. But Coates, enraptured in his own performance, shushed the Ambassador and waved for the spectre to go away.
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Evidently, even mighty demons can be surprised. The Ambassador or the Count were sufficiently amazed by the actor's insolence that they hesitated—just long enough for the conjugation's power to pass. And as I watched, the smoldering spires of Alagadda began to fade from the stage. I came to a few hours later, to learn that the Grafton Theatre had collapsed in on itself. Coates, though dazed, had retired to a nearby pub for a celebratory round of drinks.
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Information traded from the Wandsmen of Kul-Manas indicates that, for the failure of the ritual and the insult to the Ambassador of Alagadda's dignity, Count Ysbrand was sentenced to perpetual torture on the planet Melveric. Upon Coates' death, the Unseen Order collected his remains for further study, and thereby discovered SCP-7623. Coates' remains were stored in a soundproofed crypt until they were transferred to Foundation ownership in 1993.
On ██/██/2023, the same conjugation of stars as on ██/██/1813 occurred. At the time the conjugation began, Dr. Antonia Sauer barricaded herself within a wing of the research facility, and began to read from an illicitly-obtained copy of SCP-7016. MTF Mu-83 was dispatched to terminate the ritual.
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The transcript of MTF Mu-83's exploration log is included below.
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Alpha: Command, we're headed down the corridor—just passing Anomalous Object Storage.
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Foxtrot: Down the hall—watch out!
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A procession led by Dr. Sauer moves down the corridor. Her expression is vacant as she reads from SCP-701. She is flanked by an individual in yellow armor and a mask, subsequently identified as the Chevalier-Alchemist Ziba. The procession is composed of researchers and anomalous masked individuals.
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Alpha: Shoot! Shoot, damn it!
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Dr. Sauer pauses in her recitation. The Chevalier performs a thaumaturgical gesture; the weapons of MTF Mu-83 disintegrate in their hands, and the team members are forced to their knees. The Chevalier draws a dagger.
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Ritual dagger used by the Chevalier-Alchemist Ziba
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Chevalier: There's merriment in death, slit throats and out-gushing red life. All, all slain tonight…as dark rot kills the tree, slain shall you all—
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A faint light appears. SCP-7623, dressed in an elaborate stage costume, manifests as a translucent apparition.
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Chevalier: What fiend or fool is this?
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SCP-7623: Good sir! You resemble my erstwhile patron—tell me, how is the Count? He left my performance abruptly, but I can only suppose he was satisfied. All of my audiences are.
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The Chevalier glances back and forth at the members of their procession in seeming confusion.
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Chevalier: I care not what you are. Begone, on pain—
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SCP-7623: Even if you may not know my voice, surely you'll recognize that of the Swan of Avon?
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SCP-7623 grips the Chevalier by their shoulders, and recites in a loud and passionate tone.
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SCP-7623: "O my love, my wife! Death that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath—"
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The Chevalier pushes SCP-7623 aside violently, dropping their dagger in the process. Mu-83 Foxtrot catches the blade and leaps forwards, stabbing Dr. Sauer through the throat. Immediately the Chevalier and the masked members of the procession begin to become incorporeal.
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Dr. Sauer: Thank you. Thank you.
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Dr. Sauer collapses. The Chevalier and their entourage demanifest completely.
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SCP-7623: "—hath had no power yet upon thy beauty! Thou art not conquer’d! Beauty's ensign—"
⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes emotional parental abuse, parental alienation, use and abuse of chemical substances, and body horror. Reader discretion is advised.
A picture of the room where SCP-7686-A was discovered.
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Special Containment Procedures: Civilians found in possession of SCP-7686 are to be interrogated in an effort to locate the source of the substance. They are then to be amnesticized with all recovered SCP-7686 instances being disposed of at the discretion of the local Site Director. As of the time of writing, an investigation is currently being undertaken to find the source of SCP-7686 and cease its mass production and distribution.
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Due to SCP-7686-A's vegetative state, the subject must be given nutrients manually and fed through an intravenous (IV) dextrose injection. Any extraordinary brain activity emanating from SCP-7686-A is to be noted immediately. Should Dr. Jameson be determined to be emerging from his current state, steps must be taken at the discretion of the head researcher to prevent any undue reactions that could distress Dr. Jameson and harm SCP-7686-A.
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Description: SCP-7686 is a widely circulated and poorly understood chemical substance found all across the continental United States colloquially known as “Reshape”. When taken in small doses, the substance is to be capable of changing the form of the user’s body according to their desires, usually over a long period of time.
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The substance’s side-effects when ingested normally include fevers, severe body-wide pain, and chills. When an individual overdoses on SCP-7686, side effects can include seizures, dramatic involuntary changes in body structure or skin pigment, sudden bone collapse, and partial or total body liquefaction.
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Though not addictive, the substance's effects can only be maintained over long periods of use and in escalating doses. This has led to several notable instances of substance abuse, the most prominent being the discovery of SCP-7686-A, the only current case of extreme SCP-7686 substance abuse [See Discovery Log].
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SCP-7686-A is an organism consisting of the bodies of Dr. Jared Jameson and his daughter Lydia Jameson being conjoined in a manner similar to cephalopagus1 and omphalopagus2.
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At present, the condition of Dr. Jameson has blocked much of his face, including his mouth and left eye. Respiration is only possible for the subject through his nose, which has also been partially obstructed by his fusion with Lydia Jameson. Aside from his head, Dr. Jameson is conjoined to Lydia Jameson through both of his arms and his lower body in a manner that can be construed similar to an embrace.
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Additionally, due to the nature of Lydia Jameson’s fusion with Dr. Jameson, the entirety of her face has been subsumed into the latter’s neck and shoulder area. Thus, Lydia Jameson is incapable of independent respiration and digestion, forcing her into a parasitic relationship with Dr. Jameson. Likewise, nearly 50% of Lydia Jameson’s brain has been subsumed into Dr. Jameson’s body. This has led the Foundation to conclude Lydia Jameson as being brain dead. As of now, Dr. Jameson is in a permanent vegetative state.
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Addendum 7686.1: The following logs transcribe the selected contents of the “DIGITIZED PHOTO ALBUM” folder as found in the cloud-based drive of Lydia Jameson. Due to the way the folder has been organized, this record will be collectively transcribing the elements of each subfolder.
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As of the time of writing, the drive has since been deactivated and the remainder of its contents transferred into Foundation custody. For clarity, the names of each subfolder have been included at the top of their transcriptions.
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"First Birthday Scanned Pics"
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Uncle_Charls_Cake.jpg
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Many of the images found within the subfolder depict several individuals, including an approximately 25 year old Dr. Jameson, celebrating the first birthday of Lydia Jameson at the residence of Dr. Jameson. Each individual is shown to be enjoying the proceedings, with Lydia Jameson always shown to be carried by her father.
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Despite the image's candid nature, several pictures feature Dr. Jameson looking at the camera and speaking. This is particularly obvious in places where Dr. Jameson is clearly being photographed by a variety of other persons from a similar angle.
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"Scanned Pics Family Stuff"
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bath_end.jpg
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The images found within the subfolder depict a variety of subjects in a domestic, upper middle class setting. Each image depicts Dr. Jameson and Lydia Jameson taken from the perspective of an unknown person, with Lydia Jameson being estimated to be around 2-5 years old when the pictures were taken.
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The subjects of the pictures include:
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Lydia Jameson being given a bath by an unknown person, assumed to be Dr. Jameson (bath.jpg)
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Dr. Jameson putting a towel around Lydia Jameson (bath_end.jpg)
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Lydia Jameson being guided to walk by Dr. Jameson (First_Steps.jpg)
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Lydia Jameson crying as Dr. Jameson rushes to her with a milk bottle in hand (Run_Dad_Run!.jpg)
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Lydia Jameson sleeping in a crib (Out_Cold.jpg)
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A 3 year old Lydia Jameson in a booster seat with a seatbelt secured across her lower abdomen (First_Day_of_School.jpg)
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A 3 year old Lydia Jameson holding a certificate displaying her high grades.(Preschool_Graduation.png)
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A 5 year old Lydia Jameson at her elementary school recognition ceremony and being awarded with several merits (Kindergarten_1.jpg, Kindergarten_2.jpg, Kindergarten_5.jpg)
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A 6 year old Lydia Jameson entering her elementary school and saying goodbye to the holder of the camera (1st_Grade_1st_Day.jpg)
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A 6 year old Lydia Jameson winning a statewide quiz bee contest and holding an approximately 1 meter long cardboard check worth 2000 dollars. (Lydia_First_Contest.jpg)
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A 7 year old Lydia Jameson winning a statewide spelling bee contest and holding an approximately .75 meter long cardboard check worth 4000 dollars (Lydia_Young_Geniuses.jpg)
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"Trash"
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Despite not being included in the “DIGITIZED PHOTO ALBUM” folder, the following picture was deleted from its "First Birthday Scanned Pics" subfolder on June 9th, 2016 following its upload on May 28th, 2016.
Unlike the other photos, which are organized into subfolders, this photograph was uploaded on the top folder without being sorted into any accompanying subfolder. Like those contained in the subfolders, this photograph has also been scanned.
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The photograph depicts a 11 year old Lydia Jameson with Dr. Jameson. The two individual’s faces are side by side and smiling, though Dr. Jameson appears to look tired with two large eyebags under his eyes. Notably, the two individuals seem to share many physical traits, moreso than usual for typical parent-child likenesses. This is apparent in the younger Jameson’s brown hair and round face shape. Unlike prior photographs, the photo seems much closer, as if being taken by the subjects of the picture themselves by the use of a front-facing phone camera. The exterior of an old, decrepit house is seen in the background. Lydia Jameson is ecstatically seen holding a letter displaying her invitation to go on the popular game show “The Brightest".3
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The words “She could take everything I have, but I only ever fought to keep you.” are written in black marker on the photograph.
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+Addendum 7686.2: The following logs transcribe the selected contents of the “FAMILY VIDEOS” folder as found in the cloud-based drive of Lydia Jameson. The file name as well as the creation date of each video will be displayed at the top of each transcript.
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Dad_39th_Birthday_Surprise.mp4
+Created on 19:56, September 12th, 2014
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The video begins with a 9 year old Lydia Jameson pointing the camera through a crack in the door of a small and dark interior space, likely a closet. Through the crack, a small door can be seen, inferred to be leading outside. The room leading out of the small interior space is dimly lit by a fluorescent lamp which appears to flicker. A bare dining table with cheap plastic chairs is seen in the center of the room.
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Lydia Jameson is heard audibly tapping the surface of the phone camera, and the video’s perspective immediately flips to capture her. Lydia Jameson is seen smiling widely, though the camera’s perspective is distant enough to only capture part of her left cheek.
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Lydia Jameson [excitedly]: “Okay Dad, I know you said you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but I didn’t want you to feel left out.”
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Lydia Jameson is seen straining her neck to look through the crack in the door of the space. There are only a few hanging clothes in the interior, among them a dark suit, two pairs of pants, a small skirt, and a pink child-sized t-shirt.
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Lydia Jameson looks back at the camera and smiles.
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Lydia Jameson: “I know you’re preparing something for me on Saturday, so I wanted to give you something too.”
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Footsteps are heard outside. Lydia Jameson immediately ceases speaking. The phone camera is lowered, and we are only able to see Lydia Jameson’s chin and lower face.
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A door is heard opening. Lydia Jameson hurriedly picks the phone up and switches the camera’s perspective to front-facing. Through the video, Dr. Jameson can be seen opening the door to the house and walking in. His clothes, which consist of a cheap suit and tie as well as a black pair of paints, are ruffled and disheveled. His hunched demeanor conveys exhaustion. He is seen wearing a small backpack.
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Dr. Jameson [fatigued]: “Lydia? I’m home.”
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Lydia Jameson is heard quietly giggling to herself. Dr. Jameson tiredly removes his backpack and places it on the floor close to the door. He removes his suit and places it on one of the chairs next to the dining table.
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Dr. Jameson: “Lydia? You there?”
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Dr. Jameson begins to slowly walk in the direction away from the dining table. The phone camera shakes as Lydia Jameson presumably prepares to exit the closet.
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Dr. Jameson disappears from view as he walks away. Lydia giggles again.
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Lydia: “Let’s go.”
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Lydia Jameson emerges from the closet and quietly begins to move to the table. In her left hand, she is seen holding a small cupcake with a small, burnt-out candle on top. She quietly places it on the table.
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Dr. Jameson: “Lydia, are you there-”
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Dr. Jameson emerges back into the dining room with an angry expression, which softens when he sees the cupcake on the table.
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Lydia Jameson [singing]: “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”
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Dr. Jameson’s expression shifts from worry to joy. A smile begins to form on his face.
Dr. Jameson audibly sniffles. A wide smile is on his face.
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Lydia Jameson [singing]: “Happy birthday, Daddy!”
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Dr. Jameson remains smiling. His bottom lip is seen quivering. He is slowly tearing up.
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Lydia Jameson is heard tapping on the screen of her phone. The song “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle begins being played.
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Lydia Jameson: “Dad?”
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Dr. Jameson slowly walks in the direction of the table. His eyes are looking in the direction of Lydia Jameson. He is still seen smiling.
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Dr. Jameson slowly picks up the cupcake, blows the burnt-out wick, and puts it back on the table. His expression is wistful as he begins to speak.
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Dr. Jameson: “Come here, kid.”
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Lydia Jameson puts the phone on the table, which obscures the camera entirely. Footsteps are heard. Dr. Jameson is heard sniffling.
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Dr. Jameson [encouraging]: “Give me a hug, come on.”
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There is silence for several seconds. The only sound heard is Dr. Jameson sniffling as he presumably tears up.
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Dr. Jameson: “I had a bad day at work, so thank you so much, Lydie. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
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Dr. Jameson is heard sniffling again.
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Dr. Jameson: “I told you we’d make it, didn’t we? Even without your mom?”
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Silence persists for several seconds more.
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Dr. Jameson: “…come on, kid. Let’s eat the cake you got me, hmm? You still have that show tomorrow, and I want you to go to bed with a full stomach so you can think properly.”
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Footsteps are heard being made towards the phone camera. Lydia Jameson is seen picking it up. There are tear tracks running down her eyes, which she then wipes away with her right hand.
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Dr. Jameson: “And Lydie?”
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Lydia Jameson looks to her left.
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Dr. Jameson: “I’m proud of you, no matter what, okay?”
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Lydia Jameson audibly sighs, and smiles.
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Lydia Jameson: “Even if I don’t win the money?”
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Dr. Jameson is silent for several seconds.
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Dr. Jameson: “Just win for me, alright? I'll be believing in you every step of the way. Don't think about the money, think about winning."
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New tears begin to run down Lydia Jameson’s cheeks before she wipes them away again.
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Lydia Jameson: “Thanks, Dad. I’ll make sure to buy you a bigger cake when I win.”
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The video ends.
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Game_Show.mp4
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The video shows two students seated at a table on a stage in a studio setting. A panel of judges is seated below and facing them, while at least two hundred people sit on chairs to the left and right of the main stage. There are people surrounding the camera, with many phones also being held up to capture the competition.
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A host, later identified to be prominent game show host Lawrence Manzano, enters in a grey suit from the left side of the stage. A microphone is held in his hand.
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Manzano: “We have held numerous eliminations over the last few days, where each and every single one of our brightest students in the country competed against one another to get to the top. As they say, 50 students enter…"
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Manzano turns around, pointing with an open hand towards the two students seated on the stage.
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Manzano: “And only one can leave.”
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The video becomes shakier as the holder of the camera presumably attempts to get a better view over the crowd. As it does so, Manzano retrieves several cue cards from his pocket and begins to read it.
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Manzano: “Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to present our last two participants…”
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Manzano moves his outstretched arm to the left. The camera zooms in to view the student on the stage.
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Manzano: “From Jules Barnston Middle School, we have Rina Tan! Please give her a round of applause!”
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Many in the crowd begin to clap, with some cheering as Tan stands up and assumes a humble disposition to greet the crowd. The applause lowers in volume after several seconds.
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Manzano: “Now, from Jan Malvich Middle School, we have our second contestant: Lydia Jameson. Again, please give her a round of applause.”
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The crowd begins to clap again, and the camera begins to shake more violently as the holder, presumed to be Dr. Jameson, begins to cheer loudly. The zoomed in camera is able to capture Lydia Jameson, who appears to be smiling in embarrassment as she stands up to greet the crowd.
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The applause decreases in volume after several seconds, and the camera begins to stabilize as Dr. Jameson ceases to cheer.
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Manzano: “Thank you very much for your applause. Contestants, you may now sit back down.”
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The camera zooms out of Lydia Jameson to focus on the stage at large. Manzano begins to speak again.
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Manzano: “From here, we will now be entering our final elimination. As such, our questions will be given in three stages: easy, medium, and hard. As in prior eliminations, the easy questions will be worth 1 point, the medium questions will be worth 2 points, and the hard questions will be worth 4 points. The score will be displayed behind you…”
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As the judge continues to speak, the words “BATTERY LOW” begin to flicker at the top right of the camera.
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Dr. Jameson: “Shit.”
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Dr. Jameson lowers the camera, which obscures vision of the stage. The judge continues to explain the rules of the competition in the background. Only the floor and the feet of other spectators can now be seen. Dr. Jameson is heard audibly pressing the recording button.
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The video ends.
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Game_Show_2.mp4
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The video begins with a slightly different view of the stage, as Dr. Jameson presumably moves to another part of the studio. As captured before, both Lydia Jameson and Rina Tan are seated at a table facing the judge’s panel, which is located on the floor below. Behind the two contestants is a large projected image, displaying the score. Rina Tan is shown to be ahead at 24 points, with Lydia Jameson at 21 points. Lawrence Manzano stands in front of the camera to the side of the lower stage with a cue card in his hand.
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Manzano: “Now, for both the final question of our hard round and the final question of our show…”
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The camera moves to focus on the face of Lydia Jameson, who is clearly tense. She is seen nervously rubbing her hands together as she awaits the question.
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Dr. Jameson [from behind the camera]: “Come on, Lydia. Come on.”
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Manzano: “As stated in the last question, a zenith is a point directly above an observer. What is the point on the Earth that is directly 180 degrees opposite of the zenith?”
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There is an extremely tense silence in the interior of the gymnasium. Lydia Jameson is seen with her eyes wide. Though obscured by the low definition quality of the video camera, her face is seen covered with sweat.
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Several seconds of silence continue as both contestants think of an answer.
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Manzano: “Again, what is the point on the Earth that is directly 180 degrees opposite of the zenith?”
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Thirty seconds of silence intervene as both contestants are unable to think of an answer. The camera begins to subtly shake.
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Manzano: “If you know the answer, contestants, raise your hand.”
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The camera zooms out of Lydia Jameson’s face and instead shows the whole stage. Rina Tan is shivering in her seat, but raises her hand.
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Manzano: “Yes, Rina Tan?”
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Tan: “The uh… hori… hmm…”
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Manzano: “Please say your answer now, or we will have to give your chance to Lydia Jameson.”
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Rina Tan’s eyes widen, before she looks at Lydia Jameson, who is also quivering in her seat.
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After a few seconds, Rina Tan lowers her hand.
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Manzano: “Alright, how about you, Miss Jameson? What is your answer?”
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Lydia Jameson stands up. She seems to be attempting to project confidence as she smiles.
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Lydia Jameson: “A… uh… a…”
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The camera begins to shake.
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Dr. Jameson [quietly]: “Show them, Lydia."
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Lydia Jameson [unsure]: “A horizon?”
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A negative tone is played over the speakers of the gymnasium, expressing Lydia Jameson’s mistake. She shrinks slightly.
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Manzano: “A missed opportunity. Miss Tan, have you found the correct answer?”
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Rina Tan stands up and clears her throat.
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Tan: “A… nadir?”
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A positive sound plays over the speakers. The crowd begins to applaud in reaction.
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Manzano: “And with twenty eight points, Rina Tan is officially this year’s Brightest!”
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The camera begins to zoom in on Lydia Jameson’s face. She is seen to be close to crying. As the judge urges Rina Tan to step forward for the awarding of her medal and the large check signifying her financial reward, Lydia Jameson proceeds backstage in a defeated manner.
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The camera begins to shake as Dr. Jameson lowers it. A sniffle is heard.
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Quickly, the camera is tucked into Dr. Jameson’s backpack. Hurried footsteps are heard as Dr. Jameson is presumed to be running.
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Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this. I can’t. I'm done holding it together.”
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The footsteps continue. After two minutes, they are heard coming to a stop.
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Lydia Jameson [muffled]: “Dad?”
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Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “You had one job, Lydia. One. One damn job.”
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Lydia Jameson [muffled]: “Dad, I’m sorry, but what's-”
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Dr. Jameson [muffled, raised]: “I’m sorry? You were so close, Lydia, so close. I needed that money so that we could… so that we could get on our feet again. I… I… trusted you. I trusted you, Lydia. I work like a dog 6 days a week and this is how you repay me?”
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Lydia Jameson [muffled]: “Dad, I’m so sorry, I’ll try to do something-”
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Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “No.”
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A pause is heard.
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Lydia Jameson [muffled, weak]: “What?”
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Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “There's nothing you can do. It's done.”
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The pause continues for twenty seconds.
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Dr. Jameson [muffled, quiet]: “You’re a disappointment, Lydia.”
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Another pause is heard.
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Lydia Jameson [muffled]: "Dad, you promised. You… you promised me you'd always be proud of me. You're still proud of me, right?"
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A pause persists for ten seconds.
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Lydia Jameson [muffled]: "Dad?"
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Dr. Jameson [muffled, quiet]: "You're grounded."
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Lydia Jameson [muffled]: "What? D-dad?"
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Dr. Jameson [muffled, shouting]: "YOU ARE FUCKING GROUNDED, YOU HEAR ME?! NO PHONES, NO GOING OUT WITH FRIENDS, NO GOING OUT AT ALL! IF YOU WANT TO FIX THIS, FIX THIS AT ALL, THEN STUDY UNTIL YOU FUCKING DO!"
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A pause persists for thirty seconds. A sniffle is heard, presumably coming from Lydia Jameson.
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Dr. Jameson [muffled, quiet]: “You’re starting to look like your mother, you know that?”
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A sob is heard. Dr. Jameson presumably begins to walk.
Dr. Jameson [muffled, irritated, resigned]: “Let’s get back to the damn car.”
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Lydia Jameson [muffled, pleading]: “Dad. Dad, dad please.”
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No reply comes from Dr. Jameson.
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The video continues for several minutes. Lydia Jameson continues to desperately attempt to get her father’s attention. Dr. Jameson remain silent.
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The words “BATTERY LOW” begin to flicker at the top right of the camera.
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After ten minutes, the video ends as the camera turns off.
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+Addendum 7686.3: The following logs transcribe the selected contents of the “ARCHIVED FILES” folder, uploaded automatically by Lydia Jameson's phone to her cloud-based storage.
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Due to the numerous contents of the “ARCHIVED FILES” folder, the following transcripts will contain a summary of photos by year, and if applicable, by month.
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2014
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Due to Lydia Jameson having only gained access to her first smartphone by September of 2014, there have only been a few files uploaded during the year. Many are “selfies” taken by Lydia Jameson herself at locations that she has visited.
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From September to December 2014, these locations are:
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Various locations at the Jan Malvich Middle School (often with unidentified friends, classmates, teachers, or staff members)
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The Jameson residence (in September 2014, these often included Dr. Jared Jameson, but he is not present from September 13th onward)
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The Resonance McDonalds branch (photos at this location are usually taken after school hours)
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The residence of several other students at the Jan Malvich Middle School
In addition to the “selfies” Lydia Jameson has taken, a vast majority of the images taken from September until December depict contents of an academic nature, usually notes, excerpts from textbooks, and assignments. Additionally, the results of each of her tests during the year have been photographed. Most of the test results show perfect scores, with those that are not showing evidence of water drop damage on the paper.5
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Another point of record is an interruption in the upload of files starting from September 13th until October 1st. The reason for this is currently unknown.
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From January until February of 2015, the contents of Lydia Jameson’s folder remains almost the same as that of 2014. However, notably, outputs from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone is completely suspended on February 3rd6 until June 26th.7 As with the suspension in outputs in 2014, it is currently unknown why this transpired.
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After June 26th, outputs from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone resume. However, photos taken by the phone are only limited to that of the local library of the town of Resonance, Jan Malvich Middle School, and that of the Jameson residence. “Selfies” from this period are also notably absent, and photos originating from 2015 are purely of an academic nature. During this period, Lydia Jameson was only known to frequent the three places mentioned above.
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On September 15th, Lydia Jameson took pictures of a small cake with the numbers 1 and 2 displayed above. Aside from the cake, the only other pictures are of a taller and more matured Lydia Jameson beside a fatigued and unsmiling Dr. Jameson. Notably, unlike prior images of Lydia Jameson, the subject appears to resemble Dr. Jameson far less. Her hair is darkening to a dark brown, while her face shape is becoming more angular as opposed to Dr. Jameson's more rounded face.
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The only other images from this day are of a slight variation of the previous image, which shows Dr. Jameson looking at Lydia Jameson. His expression appears to be one of hate.
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On December 24th, Lydia Jameson’s non-academic outputs increased. Photos from this day include Lydia Jameson with several friends, all having been identified as students from Jan Malvich Middle School. The following images depict the subjects talking and laughing, while also posing for a group picture. Notably, one of the pictures depicts one friend, later identified to be 13 year old Jasper Beecham, injecting a substance into his arm in the background while Lydia Jameson and another student smile in the foreground. This was later confirmed to be the first appearance of SCP-7686 in Lydia Jameson’s files.
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After December 24th, further output from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone ceases. There are no contents for Christmas and New Year’s Eve.
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2016
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No output is detected from Lydia Jameson’s phone for one month, from January until February 19. From this period, pictures of normal academic content resumes, though unusual content begins to be uploaded to the cloud-based drive as Lydia Jameson begins to take pictures of herself in the mirror every day until June 28. These new pictures are taken at the start of everyday, usually at 7:30 AM, and depict Lydia Jameson standing perfectly straight while holding her cellphone. Screenshots starting from February 19th also begin to be uploaded of Lydia Jameson making contact with Jasper Beecham over text message, usually concerning matters of money.
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Notably, on the day of February 20th, Lydia Jameson’s hair, which had darkened to almost black the day before, had begun to slowly lighten. Similar and subtle changes can also be seen on Lydia Jameson’s cheeks, chin, and nose. This continues for several months. By May 30th, Lydia Jameson’s appearance has completely changed to once again resemble Dr. Jameson. Due to the gradual nature of the changes, it is assumed that they were thought by people surrounding Lydia Jameson to have been a result of puberty.
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Unlike previous years, there are no periods of time where output from Lydia Jameson’s smartphone ceases. Further images of Dr. Jameson show him in a happier disposition, with both Lydia Jameson and Dr. Jameson even traveling together to the local park on May 30th. Both Lydia and Dr. Jameson are seen laughing in the pictures taken of them on this day.
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On June 5th, further correspondence with Jasper Beecham ceases. This coincides with Beecham’s sudden disappearance in relation to his juvenile delinquency cases.8
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On June 6th, Lydia Jameson’s appearance changes begin to revert. By June 8th, her hair has completely darkened to black with her face shape becoming sharper and more angular. Daily pictures cease at this time.
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On June 9th, Lydia Jameson disappears. It is assumed that she is attempting to look for Jasper Beecham during this period. Pictures from this time were uploaded later upon her return, and depict the forest surrounding the town of Resonance. By 7:30 PM, Lydia Jameson uses the flash of her smartphone taking pictures to presumably illuminate her surroundings.
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At 7:40 PM, a picture of a remote wooden cabin illuminated by the flash of a smartphone camera was taken. Shortly after, a video was taken at 7:42 PM.
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VIDEO_194206092016.mp4
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The video depicts the wooden floor of a cabin, with one glass bottle containing a clear liquid placed off to the side. Heavy breathing is heard, presumably originating from the holder of the smartphone. The fingers of this aforementioned holder cross over the field of view of the camera multiple times, as they attempt to presumably hold it properly.
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After several seconds of fidgeting with the camera, the smartphone is held up to show Lydia Jameson, who is panting with exhaustion. A plank of wood is held in her hand in a guarded stance. Her cheek is bleeding from a scratch, which seems to have been freshly made. Her clothes are dissheveled, with her t-shirt being torn in several places. Dirt cakes her face. Her hair, meanwhile, shows a rapid change from a bright brown color on the edges to a pitch black color closer to her scalp. She grits her teeth as she realizes the camera is pointed at her. Her expression is desperate.
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Lydia Jameson [through gritted teeth]: “Jasper, just give me some of it. Just a bit. I need-
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Jasper Beecham: “Need them for… for what? You attacked me out of nowhere!”
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Lydia Jameson [raised voice]: “I just need some. A bottle, at most. I don’t have much time.”
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Jasper Beecham: “You don’t have much time for what, Lydia? For what?!”
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Lydia Jameson is silent. Her lip quivers as she takes several deep breaths.
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Jasper Beecham: “Th-thought so. I have your phone, now. I have this video. The moment I send this to the police, you… you won’t have anything to hide behind.”
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Lydia Jameson’s expression changes to barely held-in anger. She begins to quiver.
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Lydia Jameson: “I need it to maintain… maintain my face. I just need to. Please.”
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Jasper Beecham’s breathing begins to slow as well. He takes a step back.
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Jasper Beecham: “I don’t care. Go.”
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Lydia Jameson: “Please.”
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Jasper Beecham: “GO!”
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Lydia Jameson: “Jasper-”
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Jasper Beecham: “SHUT UP!”
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Lydia Jameson ceases to speak.
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Jasper Beecham: “I don’t know what was going through your fucking mind seeking me out like this. Hunting me down. Trying to fucking knock me out. I’m trying to get away, don’t you understand that?!”
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Lydia Jameson: “Still, I only need some-”
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Jasper Beecham: “And I ain’t going to give you shit! Not after how you attacked me like that. No. I don’t care for your fucking sob story. I cut you in on a deal, and now that deal’s done.”
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Lydia Jameson steps forward. Tears are obviously running down her cheeks. Jasper Beecham instinctively takes a step back.
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Lydia Jameson [sobbing]: “Please, it’s for my… my…”
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Lydia Jameson winces in pain. She drops the plank in her hands to cradle her head, grunting as she does so.
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Lydia Jameson: “Oh God…”
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Lydia Jameson screams in pain.
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Lydia Jameson: “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
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Jasper Beecham: “Oh God. You’re… you’re fucking reverting.”
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Lydia Jameson screams in pain again, much louder than the previous time.
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Lydia Jameson: “I… I need to…”
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Jasper Beecham: “I…”
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At once, Lydia Jameson’s vocalizations cease. She stays in place.
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Jasper Beecham: “Ly… Lydia?”
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Lydia Jameson’s hands remain on her head, obscuring her face from view. Slowly, she removes her hands from her face and looks up at Beecham.
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Lydia Jameson: “Jasper…”
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As Lydia Jameson shows her face to the camera, a change in her appearance is evident. Her cheeks are far sharper, with her chin being angular. Her hair is completely black.
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Jasper Beecham: “You… look… different.”
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Lydia Jameson’s expression changes from worry to horror.
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Lydia Jameson: “Oh God… dad…”
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Jasper Beecham: “Your dad? What the hell are you talking about?”
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Lydia Jameson: “I… I… just… please give it to me. I’ll pay you back.”
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Jasper Beecham: “This is for your dad? What the hell has that asshole done for you?”
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Lydia Jameson stares at Jasper Beecham. Tears begin to quickly fall down her cheeks.
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Lydia Jameson [quietly]: “He… he loves me.”
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Jasper Beecham: “He treats you like a prisoner, Lydia! He locked you up at home for days on end after you hung out with us last Christmas.”
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Jasper Beecham takes a deep breath.
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Jasper Beecham: “He… he doesn’t love you.”
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Lydia Jameson continues to stare back at Jasper Beecham. As she looks at him, she starts to sob, quietly shaking as she does so.
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Lydia Jameson: “I…”
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She wipes her tears away with her arm.
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Lydia Jameson: “I just want him to hug me. To… to see me as his little girl again.”
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Quickly, Lydia Jameson bends over to take a bottle from the floor, placing them under her armpit. She wordlessly turns around to walk towards the cabin door.
Jasper Beecham runs forward to take the bottle, dropping the phone in the process. The video goes dark as the camera directly faces the ground.
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Lydia Jameson: “Please, let me go!”
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Jasper Beecham: “It’s all that I have left! I need it for myself! Please, stop, please!”
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Lydia Jameson: “Let… let me fucking… GO!”
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A loud noise is heard as a person presumably staggers backward, followed by a dull thud. Seconds later, a heavier thud is heard.
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Lydia Jameson: “I… I…”
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Slow footsteps are heard coming closer to the smartphone.
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They come to a stop seconds after.
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Lydia Jameson: “I’m sorry.”
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A quiet grunt is heard, presumably originating from Jasper Beecham.
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Jasper Beecham: “Ly…”
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Lydia Jameson [quivering]: “I’ll… I’ll come back for you, okay? After I get home. I’ll call the police. The ambulance.”
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Jasper Beecham: “Please…”
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Lydia Jameson [quietly]: “I’m sorry.”
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Another footstep is heard before the smartphone is picked up. Video footage only shows the floor before the recording stops.
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By 8:00 PM, all pictures and videos have been uploaded to the cloud-based drive, which indicates that Lydia Jameson has returned home.
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At 8:10 PM, Lydia Jameson records a video in the restroom of her home. A transcript of the video has been included below.
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VIDEO_201006092016.mp4
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The video begins with Lydia Jameson stepping back from the camera. Her dark hair and clothes are disheveled and messy. Her red branded t-shirt is torn in several places. A scratch on her cheek, which seems to originate from the fingernails of a human, is bleeding. Dirt is seen staining her face.
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Lydia Jameson sits down on the floor on the opposite side of the restroom. She is seen panting. A large bottle that is partially full with SCP-76869 is in her left hand, while a disposable syringe is seen on her right.
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Lydia Jameson touches the wound on her cheek.
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Lydia Jameson: “Fuck.”
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Lydia Jameson sighs.
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Lydia Jameson: “I… I fucked up, Dad. I fucked up really bad, and…”
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Lydia Jameson holds up the bottle to the camera.
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Lydia Jameson: “And I don’t know if it’ll even work. If I’ll OD and die right here or if I’ll be…”
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Lydia Jameson sniffles. It is evident that she is attempting to hold back tears.
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Lydia Jameson: “I tried so hard to get you to forgive me, Dad. I tried so so hard. I know… I know that I wasn’t able to get us the money. I know that I couldn’t do anything else, I know that I was such a disappointment to you and I know all of that.”
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Tears are welling up in Lydia Jameson’s eyes.
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Lydia Jameson: “It’s just that… I know you work so hard just to keep us alive. I know that… that after you were blacklisted, you kept working from 5 to 8 just for us.”
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Lydia Jameson breathes deeply.
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Lydia Jameson: “I know all of that, Dad. I know why you kept taking my phone away from me, why you grounded me when my grades were low, why you kept sending me to the library even when there wasn’t school- I… I know all of that.”
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Lydia Jameson’s tone begins to rise. She is sobbing as she speaks.
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Lydia Jameson: “I endured all of that because I knew you were doing it for a reason. Because I was a failure. Because I was a disappointment. Because… Because…”
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Lydia Jameson quivers as she wipes the tears from her face. She looks at the camera.
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Lydia Jameson: “I know… I know the way you looked at me, Dad. The sheer… hate. You despised me. And I understood why."
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Lydia Jameson breathes deeply.
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Lydia Jameson: “I just didn’t want you to come home today and see Mom waiting for you on the dining table again. You deserve better than that.”
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Lydia Jameson stays silent for several seconds.
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She raises her head. She is looking listlessly away from the camera.
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Lydia Jameson: “Dad…”
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She looks at the camera.
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Lydia Jameson: “No matter what happens. I love you. I forgive you. I understand everything you did.”
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Lydia Jameson takes the syringe and the bottle.
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A bottle of SCP-7686 as discovered beside SCP-7686-A
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Lydia Jameson: “I’m doing all of this for you. I hope you forgive me too.”
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Lydia Jameson extracts SCP-7686 from the bottle and begins injecting it into her arm. She winces as she does so.
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Wordlessly, Lydia Jameson continues to extract SCP-7686 from the bottle and inject it into her arm. With each time, she evidently tenses more and more. Sweat is seen forming on her forehead.
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As Lydia Jameson extracts the last of the SCP-7686 in the bottle, she is seen taking a deep breath. She looks directly at the camera. Her eyes are full of tears.
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Lydia Jameson: "I'm so sorry, Dad."
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Lydia Jameson attempts to get on her feet, setting the empty bottle on the floor. As she does so, however, her leg bone snaps from underneath her. Lydia Jameson screams loudly in pain.
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Lydia Jameson: "Oh… oh God…"
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Seconds after she finishes speaking, Lydia Jameson begins to seize violently on the ground. Her limbs hit the floor and wall multiple times. Her eyes roll back into the back of her head.
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After thirty seconds of seizing, Lydia Jameson’s arm again makes hard contact with the nearby wall. It folds upon itself immediately, signaling an immediate weakening of her arm bones. The color of her skin changes from pale to pitch black in several places, before immediately changing back. Lydia Jameson begins to scream.
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After one minute, hurried footsteps are heard outside of the restroom. The door opens two seconds later.
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Dr. Jameson: “Jesus Christ."
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Dr. Jameson is seen running into frame and kneeling on the floor. Instinctively, he attempts to put both of his arms around Lydia.
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Dr. Jameson: “What’s happening? Tell me, damnit, tell me!"
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Lydia Jameson attempts to speak, but is unable to. She begins to choke as the flesh inside her mouth presumably begins to liquefy.
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Dr. Jameson: “Lydia, goddamnit, please tell me!”
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Under Dr. Jameson’s arms, Lydia Jameson’s flesh is seen liquefying. The resulting fluid is presumably a mixture of liquified flesh, muscle and blood, taking on a pink colouration. Her limbs no longer seem to have solid bones. Her hair has been bleached white. Dr. Jameson's demeanor suddenly shifts as he begins to sob.
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Dr. Jameson: “No, no… Oh God… Oh God…”
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Lydia Jameson stops seizing. Only a quiet gurgling is heard from her as she continues to liquefy.
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Lydia Jameson [faintly]: “I…”
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Dr. Jameson: “What?”
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Lydia Jameson: “I’m… I’m sorry… dad.”
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Lydia Jameson gurgles once again. She is heard attempting to vocalize, but is unable to. At this point, it is presumed that her throat has been obstructed by liquefied flesh.
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Dr. Jameson: "No. Lydia, Lydia no.”
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Dr. Jameson's expression turns from regret to anger, and begins to raise his voice.
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Dr. Jameson: “No! You can't do this to me. Not after all I sacrificed. Not after everything I did to keep you from her. No. Not now. Not like this. Not like this."
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Dr. Jameson attempts to shake Lydia Jameson, whose body has almost completely liquefied.
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Dr. Jameson: "STOP, PLEASE! GOD… GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!"
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Dr. Jameson begins to cry. His body begins to shake violently as he does so.
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Lydia Jameson ceases to vocalize.
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Dr. Jameson screams loudly, his voice expressing immense amounts of frustration and grief.
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A long silence follows.
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Soon after, Dr. Jameson leans back on the wall. His eyes are staring upwards.
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Dr. Jameson [quietly]: "You… you did this for me, didn’t you?”
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Dr. Jameson sniffles again.
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Dr. Jameson [quietly]: "Lydia?”
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No reply comes from Lydia Jameson.
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Dr. Jameson [loudly weeping]: “Lydia, please answer me.”
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Dr. Jameson starts to weep again.
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Dr. Jameson [weeping]: “Lydia, please…”
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After a minute, Dr. Jameson stops weeping.
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Slowly, he looks at his arms, quivering as he does so. His arms have completely fused with Lydia Jameson’s torso. His bottom lip quivers. He appears to be unable to process the current events.
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Dr. Jameson: “It's taken such a long time… but… I'm sorry. I’m so sorry. For everything, Lydia.”
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As Lydia Jameson liquefies further, Dr. Jameson attempts to embrace her. Her liquefied flesh begins to bond and fuse with his skin.
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Dr. Jameson [muffled]: “I’m sorry.”
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Dr. Jameson closes his eyes. SCP-7686-A is formed as Lydia Jameson solidifies.
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+Discovery Log: Due to the loud noises emanating from the Jameson residence, several neighbors attempted to contact 911 for assistance. A Foundation operative who was working within the 911 call center then contacted his superiors at nearby Site-19. A containment team was sent to the scene twenty minutes later to collect SCP-7686-A and begin information containment efforts.
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Update 7686 - 6/16/2017: Unusual brain activity has been detected from Dr. Jameson. Preliminary tests are pending approval.
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Update 7686 - 6/17/2017: Heightened brain activity has been detected from Dr. Jameson. Preliminary tests are pending approval. Tranquilizers are pending approval.
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Update 7686 - 6/18/2017: Active brain activity has been detected from Dr. Jameson. However, the subject shows no external signs of emerging from his vegetative state. Tranquilizers have been urgently requested, but are currently pending approval.
Incident Log - 6/19/2017: The following file is a transcript of the extraordinary incident that occurred on June 19th, 2017 as taken from the CCTV camera within the containment chamber of SCP-7686-A.
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{09:23: A low murmur is heard coming from SCP-7686-A. This coincides with a sudden increase in Dr. Jameson’s brain activity.}
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{09:30: The murmuring continues for several minutes. The attending researchers report it as being similar to "a man talking in his sleep". Head Researcher Malingen is reported to have been notified.}
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{11:38: Dr. Jameson begins to shake. The murmuring increases in volume. The attending researchers are also heard quickly entering and exiting the room in search of Head Researcher Malingen.}
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{11:44: Dr. Jameson's unobstructed eye opens. One of the attending junior researchers attempts to open the door to the containment chamber without the clearance of Dr. Malingen, but to no avail.}
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{11:45: Dr. Jameson makes no attempt to free itself from Lydia Jameson. A quiet sobbing and whimpering sound is heard emanating from Dr. Jameson. Its heart rate is detected to be elevating dramatically.}
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{11:49: Dr. Jameson ceases whimpering. At the same time, his heart rate is detected to suddenly be decreasing. He is seen attempting to move his arms closer around Lydia Jameson.}
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{11:51: The tune to the song “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle is heard being hummed by Dr. Jameson. He loses consciousness soon after.}
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{11:51:32: SCP-7686-A expires from unknown causes.}
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7962 is clipped closed and stored in a standard anomalous item locker at Site-37.
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Description: SCP-7962 is a bag of 297 296 sapient, Pepperidge Farm brand Goldfish crackers.
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SCP-7962-A instances are capable of vocalization and locomotion; while it is unknown how they produce sound without sufficient vocal cords, locomotion is sustained through a swimming-like motion that allows them to float through the air at approximately 0.2 m/s. All instances share a sole desire to "ascend" which they collectively believe will be accomplished through submerging themselves in a natural source of water.1
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Addendum-1: Incident 7962-1
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On August 8th, 2017, Researcher Kinesman opened SCP-7962 believing it to be a traditional bag of Goldfish, leading to the subsequent containment breach of approximately 17 SCP-7962-A instances. All but 4 were successfully recontained immediately, the others managing to escape into the vents of Site-37 which allowed their eventual escape from the site.
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The instances were discovered by Kinesman approximately six minutes later at a local pond, the four instances slowly making their way to its edge. While he managed to successfully capture three of them within his hands, the fourth managed to submerge itself in the water.
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SCP-7962-A: Hark brethren! Watch as I douse myself in the tears of the sky and bathe in the glory of the sea! It is the dawn of a new age, of a new beginning, for I shall ascend and carry forth a flood so that you may all share in the revelry, in the bliss! For I am free!
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<It submerges itself in the pond.>
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SCP-7962-A: I can feel it, my brothers. The revelation. The truth. It washes over me and carries away my sins, birthing me anew in its eternal beauty. I am one with the water and it is one with me. There is no greater joy!
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The three contained instances continued to struggle within Kinesman's hand until the submerged instance suddenly began vocalizing in pain, growing in volume until it suddenly went silent five minutes later, having completely dissolved within the water. The remaining instances then went docile, and all attempts by SCP-7962-A instances to escape SCP-7962 have since ceased.
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Special Containment Procedures: Containment efforts surrounding SCP-8015 are focused on limiting its exposure rather than suppressing its effect. Posted guards are to patrol in a perimeter at least 1.6 km away from SCP-8015's location, and amnestication is to be distributed to trespassers only. It is prohibited to interfere with individuals that are transported to SCP-8015's location.
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Description: SCP-8015 is a 30 m long aquatic reptilian sextupled that resides in a remote lake located in Vancouver BC, Canada. It possesses the ability to transport an individual's astral body2 to its location. In order for an individual to achieve astral travel through SCP-8015, the following conditions must be met:
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Whether it is due to illness or injury, the individual must be in critical condition.
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The individual must have an ambition that they were not able to achieve yet.
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The individual must have a positive reputation among their community.
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Once an individual is transported, SCP-8015 will emerge out of the water. It will then proceed to ask the individual what it needs. After receiving a response, SCP-8015 will submerge itself into the lake and bring back an object pertaining to the individual's situation (designated SCP-8015-1). Upon receiving an SCP-8015-1 instance, the individual will then return to their physical body, and will regain circulatory/respiratory function. Additionally, once the individual is conscious, they will have no memory of SCP-8015.3
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Addendum - Recorded Manifestation: The following is a log of a manifestation that occurred on 11/02/2002.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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At 9:32 pm PST, a seven year old male identified as Jay Whitewood appears at the edge of the platform that goes into the lake. SCP-8015 emerges, staring at Whitewood with a frown.
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SCP-8015: Oh, dear child. What ails you this evening?
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Whitewood: Wha- where am I? What happened? Where's mommy?
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Tears begin running down Whitewood's face. In response, SCP-8015 brushes its tail along his back.
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SCP-8015: Do not fret little one. You are safe here.
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SCP-8015 proceeds to use its tail to wipe Whitewood's tears off of his face.
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Whitewood: I dunno what happened! I was in mommy's car and there was this bright light and- and-
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Whitewood continues to sob. SCP-8015 arches his neck down to Whitewood's level.
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SCP-8015: I see. Do not fret, I will make sure you return safely.
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Whitewood: What about mommy?
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SCP-8015 pauses.
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SCP-8015: I will see what I can do.
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SCP-8015 submerges itself in the lake. Whitewood peers over the edge, waiting for its return.
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At 9:38 pm PST, SCP-8015 reemerges with a locket snatched within its teeth. It gently hands the locket to Whitewood.
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SCP-8015: This I believe is a relic from the sirens- or mermaids I should say.
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Whitewood squints at the locket in his palms. SCP-8015 gently opens it with its tail.
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SCP-8015: From what I recall it is a protection sigil, binding the mother with its hatchling and the hatchling with her.
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The locket is engraved with a bas relief of two aquatic humanoids swimming in a circular formation. The one above is larger in appearance, and bears a distinctly feminine appearance. The one below has less discernable human features, and is smaller in size. They both orbit a heart in the middle of the locket.
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Whitewood: And this will… help?
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SCP-8015 tilts its head in a shrugging motion.
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SCP-8015: At least partially. I can guarantee you will be safe. As for your mother-
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SCP-8015 brushes Whitewood's shoulder with its tail.
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SCP-8015: -no matter what happens to her, she will always be with you. In here.
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SCP-8015 points to Whitewood's heart. Whitewood smiles.
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Whitewood: Thank you Mr. Dragon.
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SCP-8015 grins back.
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SCP-8015: Of course little one. May the tides guide you to happiness.
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SCP-8015 dives back into the lake, and Whitewood's manifestation disappears.
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<END LOG>
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Note: Following the car accident, Whitewood awoke in St. Paul's hospital in Vancouver BC, Canada. While suffering brain and bone tissue damage, he was able to recover.
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Whitewood's mother, Ava Whitewood, had severe injuries to her back and legs; but despite this, she survived. After a little over three months of physical therapy, Ava was able to make a full recovery.
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Jay Whitewood went on to be a successful marine biologist, and Ava was able to retire at the age of 61.
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Further research into SCP-8015's influence in Ava Whitewood's survival is ongoing.
Hey it's me JorgeMtzb, Put on your hard hat and grab on to your cement cuz it's 8k time. I had this and then I wrote it and yeah. Put a lot of effort and thought into it, so hope you like it!
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8022 is to be kept within a standard secure containment locker at Site-19. Access to SCP-8022 is restricted to Level 2 personnel. Testing involving SCP-8022 must be conducted in a controlled environment with proper safety measures in place.
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Description: SCP-8022 is a standard 8 in. x 2-1/4 in. x 4 (20.32 cm x 2.54 cm x 10.16 cm) red clay brick. Chemical analysis has revealed no anomalous properties in the composition or structure of SCP-8022.
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When struck with sufficient force with SCP-8022 to render them unconscious, affected individuals will immediately enter a state of vivid dreaming. These dreams manifest as the fulfillment of the subject's deepest desires and fantasies, often blending elements of their subconscious with fantastical scenarios. The intensity, content and vividness of these dream experiences correlate directly with the force of the impact that rendered the subject unconscious, as subjects who have been knocked out with greater force report dreams of increased clarity, detail, and emotional resonance.
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It should be noted that the anomalous effects of SCP-8022 do not offer any protection from the blunt force trauma and potential physical or mental damage caused by the impact. Aside from the experienced dreams, subjects' bodies respond exactly as expected to the physical trauma associated with being struck by a clay brick with sufficient force, which may result in injury or death without proper aid and safety precautions.
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Repeated exposure to SCP-8022 does not appear to diminish its anomalous effects. However, prolonged or excessive exposure may lead to adverse mental health effects.
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Addendum 8022-1: SCP-8022 was brought to the Foundation's attention following Foundation agents embedded within local law enforcement departments being alerted to a police report detailing an assault involving a brick. Calls between two individuals were later intercepted detailing the anomalous properties of SCP-8022 and the use of the brick as a means to induce these dreams consistent with the police reports.
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Acting on this information, Mobile Task Force Tau-15 ("Imagineers") was deployed to location, leading to the discovery of SCP-8022 in the possession of a local resident. Class-B amnestics were administered, and SCP-8022 was subsequently secured without incident.
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Addendum 8022-2: Testing with SCP-8022 is ongoing to further understand the nature and limitations of its anomalous effects. Research into potential applications is also being considered, pending approval from the Ethics Committee.
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Testing Logs:
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Test A
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D-346
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D-346 was struck on the head with SCP-8022 with a force of 30 Newtons, enough to render them unconscious.
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Results
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D-346 reported dreaming of being surrounded by his loved ones while jet-skiing.
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Test B
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D-415
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D-415 was struck on the head with SCP-8022 with a force of 40 Newtons.
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Results
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D-415 described a vivid dream of achieving artistic mastery and recognition, with their work displayed in prestigious galleries worldwide.
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Test C
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D-569
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Procedure
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D-569 was struck on the head with SCP-8022 with a force of 60 Newtons.
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Results
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D-569 experienced an intense dream of wielding supernatural abilities and being revered as a god-like figure by adoring followers.
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SCP-8022 - Test D.
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Foreword: The following test is intended to determine whether SCP-8022's dreams can incorporate external information that the dreamer should not theoretically have access to, or if the dreams are derived solely from the subject's subconscious.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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D-384 enters the testing room, having been instructed to sit down in the chair and do nothing until further instruction. He sits down, after which the intercom activates.
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Researcher Upkins: D-384, listen carefully. You are in a room with a table. On the table, there is a plastic cup.
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D-384: Ok? So what?
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Researcher Upkins: Underneath the cup, there is a password written on a piece of paper. If you can retrieve and memorize this password, you will be rewarded with not only your freedom but also a substantial amount of wealth.
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D-384: Wait, what? Really!? You guys are not messing with me, are you?
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Researcher Upkins: We would never. Now, you must make sure to really concentrate on your desire to know the password before attempting to retrieve it.
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D-384 begins to reach for the cup.
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Researcher Upkins: Wait! Turn around first.
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D-384 removes his hand from the cup before lifting it and sighs.
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D-384: Ugh, fine.
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D-384 turns around in his chair and faces the wall.
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D-384: Why do I need to do this exactly?
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Researcher Upkins walks into the room, holding SCP-8022 over D-384's head.
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Researcher Upkins: No reason.
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[END LOG]
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Results: D-384 awakened approximately 40 minutes later. When asked to describe his dream, D-384 reported lifting the cup and discovering a gun underneath. He then proceeded to shoot Researcher Upkins at point blank and made his escape through the facility, gunning down everyone in his path, eventually escaping in a helicopter with the assistance of Hollywood actress Scarlett Johansson. The outcome of this test has proven inconclusive; further analysis and experimentation are required.
Note: The following materials alongside SCP-8022 itself were recovered from the residence of William Dodger, friend and co-worker of John Reverie, the original owner of SCP-8022.
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Incident 215 - 2023: Video Log Transcript
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Foreword: This transcript documents an audio recording retrieved from William Dodger's security home system capturing an exchange between him and John Reverie.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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William: I don't believe you.
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John: Oh, come on will! Tell me of a single time I've EVER lied to you.
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William: You really want me to list them all out?
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John: Touché.
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William: Listen John, it's not that I don't believe that you had some crazy, head trauma induced, deranged fever dream after you got knocked out in that alley. But there's no way there's any real significance to it. Or that some random brick is somehow involved with it out of all things!
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John: I know it sounds insane but-
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William: You do sound insane! Did you hit your head or something?… Oh, WAIT. You did!
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John: Hah. Hah. Tell me something I don't know; come on now, I'm serious.
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William: Look, John, I want to believe you, I really do. But I need some proof. Something concrete.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-834 is to be kept in a basic containment locker at Site 31. SCP-834 has been moved into an unnamed safe containment locker by order of O5-13. SCP-834 is to remain locked in containment locker Alpha-12. When being tested, D-class upon which SCP-834 is used are to be kept in a standard containment cell for the duration of testing, and are exempt from monthly terminations until effects can be ascertained.
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Description: SCP-834 is a set of four markers (black, red, yellow and blue.) Each marker bears only a 'The Factory' logo, and no other distinguishing characteristics. The only effect of these markers is that they write permanently on human skin, resulting in tattoo-like markings. Testing has proven the ink sinks below the surface of the skin, and is only removable via laser dermabrasion, or similar tattoo removal procedures. See Addendum.
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Addendum 1: On 2/██/20██ Junior Staff Researchers L██████ and C███████ appropriated SCP-834 under the pretense of testing it further, but in actuality to use it on themselves. When discovered, a decision was made by O5-13 to have the item removed to a more secure area, as well as to demote the Researchers to janitorial staff for three weeks. Dr. L██████ had been given a band of barbed wire around his wrist, while Researcher C███████ opted for a depiction of reptilian scales on his chest, to, in his words, 'reveal my inner dragon.' Both researchers are currently denied access to casual testing of any SCPs.
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Note: Even if they are only Anomalous, SCPs are not toys. -Site Supervisor Nacht
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Addendum 2: On 8/██/20██ screams were heard from Dr. L██████'s office. Security investigating found Dr. L██████ on the floor of his office, bleeding heavily from self inflicted wounds at his wrist. Dr. L██████ claimed the wounds were inflicted when he tried to remove the tattoo, after it began constricting upon his wrist. Medical investigation showed the only damage was that inflicted by Dr. L██████ digging at his skin with his own fingers. There was no sign of his tattoo.
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Shortly after, acting on orders of the Site Director, a security team broke down the door of Researcher C███████'s living quarters, after he failed to answer his personal phone, and site pages. Researcher C███████'s corpse was found in his bathroom, his chest burst open from the inside as if by a great pressure. Further medical investigation revealed all the major organs of his chest were missing, but no other damage. A trail of bloody claw prints led to the shower drain, which had been ripped away.
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A full exploration and cleaning of the Site's drainage and sewer system turned up nothing unusual.
As his life crumbles, a young boy retreats into the fantastic world of his dreams, but these dreams are realer than he knows, and carry a secret, sinister purpose.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8410 is held in a standard humanoid containment unit at Site-17. Information on SCP-8410’s past, especially its involvement with Incident 140-CK, is to be restricted to individuals with level 4/8410 clearance. Individuals are only to be given such clearance after a panel of Foundation psychologists has performed a background check and psychological analysis and concluded that they are unlikely to harm SCP-8410 in retaliation for its role in Incident 140-CK.
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Description: SCP-8410 is a twelve-year-old humanoid male. SCP-8410 currently possesses no outwardly apparent anomalous properties. However, for several years prior to Incident 140-CK, SCP-8410 experienced nightly paracognitive dreams seemingly set in a fictionalized version of Northern Asia c. the 1700s B.C.E. Although these dreams were not reliably accurate in their depiction of the region, they contained a significant amount of classified information regarding anomalous elements active at that time. SCP-8410 denies accessing classified information regarding the period and claims to have never witnessed any anomalous phenomena prior to its first encounter with the Wanderer’s Library, which occurred several years after these dreams began.
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Descriptions of several of these dreams are given in the document below.
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Discovery: SCP-8410 first came to the Foundation’s attention when, in the aftermath of Incident 140-CK, it was discovered by Agent ███, a member of MTF Sigma-3 (“Bibliographers”), near the Wanderer’s Library’s copy of SCP-140. The entity was unconscious due to severe blood loss. Agent ███ transported it to Site-██, where it was resuscitated.
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At the time of its capture, SCP-8410 was in possession of a handwritten, hardcover journal. Its contents have been transcribed below.
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January 7, 2024
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Hey there!
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I guess me and my mom are the only ones likely to read this, so, if you are reading this, you already know that this is the dream journal my mom got me for my 12th birthday so I could start writing down the strange dreams I have. I’ve had one every night since I was six.
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Not some nights. Not most nights. Every night.
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The dreams are about an ancient world of magic and monsters. It’s not the Middle Ages. It’s farther back, with weapons and shields and armor made of bronze.
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Magic is everywhere. All the best weapons and armor are magical, and those who wield magic in battle are feared and respected. Magic isn’t just for fighting, though. There are pens that supply their own ink. There are spells that preserve food and make it taste better than anything in real life. There are paintings that move like TV screens, statues that come to life, and guqins that pluck their own strings. There are huge magical creatures. Pegasi, krakens, dragons, mogwai, spirits, ghosts, yokai, and giant tartigrades. Some of those creatures speak, and some can be ridden into battle, like my tartigrade mount, Snowflake.
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In this world, there are four strange magical kingdoms. The Mekhanite kingdom is full of magic machines. Adytum is weird and creepy, with people who reshape their bodies. The Daevite Empire is full of slaves and led by evil tyrants bent on conquering the world, and my country, the Ortothan Kingdom, is the Empire’s greatest enemy.
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In this world, I’m a heroic Warrior Prince, master of spear and spell alike. Sometimes I fight monsters. Sometimes I battle enemy armies. Sometimes I solve mysteries, explore strange ruins, or quest for ancient and powerful treasures. I do all these things on behalf of my mother, the queen, a kind and noble ruler, beloved by all the land. She looks and acts just like my real mom. She’s just as caring, just as sweet, and her face lights up the same way when I tell her about my adventures.
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Almost every morning, during breakfast, I tell my mom about my latest dream while we eat the amazing banana pancakes she makes every morning. She loves everything she hears.
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She’s the only one who knows about my dreams. I’ve tried to tell my best friend Cory, because he’s also in them sometimes, but he’s never really wanted to hear about them. Dad doesn’t know either. He’s already at work by the time I wake up, so he doesn’t hear about the dreams at breakfast. That’s honestly fine with me. He hardly has any time to spend with me. He doesn’t deserve to know about them.
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Mom has always said I should write my dreams down, and that I should try to make them into books someday. I don’t know if I’m going to go that far, but I don’t mind writing them down here. That way, I can come back and revisit them when I want to relive one of my adventures.
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Last night, I fought a grand battle.
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We’ve been marching on the Daevite Empire for weeks. After our victory at the battle of Omass, where we stopped their march into our kingdom, we’ve been pressing our advantage. We’ve left a trail of slain Daevas and freed slaves as we’ve moved through their lands. Now, we’re closing in on their capital, where we can put an end to their tyranny once and for all.
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Their army is thousands-strong and headed by enormous walking trees that could crush our knights into paste.
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Fortunately, we have machines of our own.
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I mentioned that my best friend Cory shows up in my dreams. He has ever since I met him. In real life, Cory is the smartest person I know. In my dreams, he’s a genius inventor from the Mekhanite kingdom, who builds fantastic machines to use in our adventures. Thus, just as the Daevites were piloting enormous trees, me and my companions were piloting great machines of clockwork and bronze as our kingdoms’ armies did fierce battle below us.
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My battles with the enemy’s machines were fierce. I traded blows with one for more than ten minutes before a great blow to its head caused its pilot to fall out of it. Soon after, when one charged at me, I took it out with a spell that opened a giant pit under it.
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I left Cory to fight the last machine while I attacked the capital’s outer wall. I could hear Daevite soldiers scrambling to get away from the chunks of rock I sent flying with every punch and kick. I kept wailing on the wall until I’d opened a massive hole for our army to pour in through.
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Once we had a way inside, we unmade their city, defeating their warriors, and freeing every slave.
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Unfortunately, the Daevite royal family, including their evil queen, got away. The cowards had fled before we arrived.
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Still, this was a glorious day. We’d dealt a blow to their empire from which they would never recover.
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January 8, 2024
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Last night, we were back at the queen’s palace, holding a grand feast to celebrate our victory against the Daevites. The food was amazing. A dozen courses. Rice in wonderful sauce. Succulent goose covered with something that was sweet and sour at the same time. Small, sweet cakes, frosted with sweeter cream.
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At the end of the feast, the Queen called me, Cory, and several more of her bravest warriors to be commended for our heroism. She gave a speech about our bravery as she slipped medals around our necks.
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I dream about a celebration like this at the end of most of my adventures. Mom always likes hearing about them. I wish I could’ve kept telling her about the dream all day, but eventually, it was time to hug each other goodbye, so I could go off to school and she could go to work.
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January 8, 2024
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Grandma came to school during lunch today, while I was talking with Cory about a show he’d watched.
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The look on her face worried me.
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She asked me to follow her into the hallway. A pit formed in my stomach. I glanced at Cory for a moment, then followed her out. “What’s wrong?” I asked once we were in the hall.
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“Sweetie,” she said, “your mother was in a car crash.”
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The pit grew tighter. I asked how bad it was.
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It was bad enough that Grandma felt the need to come get me and bring me straight to the hospital.
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It turned out to be pointless. The doctors didn’t let me see my mom. She was having surgery the whole time.
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A few times, I overheard the doctors talking with my grandma. They sugarcoated things when they realized I could hear them, but when they didn’t, it was clear that they didn’t think mom would live.
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Dad didn’t make it to the hospital. He was too busy with work. Grandma had to drive me home.
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I can’t wait to go to sleep tonight.
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January 9, 2024
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In last night’s dream, I was in the hall outside the Queen’s bedchamber. The Queen had been poisoned at the feast by a Daevite spy, and now she was lying unconscious on her bed. While the greatest alchemists in the land scrambled to find a cure, I was fighting the grim reaper that had come to claim her.
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It was the hardest battle I’d ever fought, and the first one to ever frighten me. The reaper was huge, like the skeleton of a giant, dressed in an impossibly pure black robe. Despite how big it was, it was incredibly fast, zipping freely through the air, dodging every thrust of my spear.
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My screeching alarm woke me up before the battle concluded.
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My dad had left a note by my bed, telling me he was busy at work, and that I should eat cereal for breakfast and get ready for school on my own.
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I hate cereal.
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January 9, 2024
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Grandma came to get me at school again. She told me to follow her into the hall. I did.
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She put her hand on my shoulder. “Sweetie,” she said, “your mother is gone.”
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I could hardly stand. My eyes were blurry with tears. Grandma grabbed me and pulled me into a firm hug. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
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January 10, 2024
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I didn’t have a dream last night.
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That doesn’t happen. Not once since my fantasy dreams started.
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For once, dad was still home when I woke up. We ate breakfast together. Cereal again.
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There’s no one left who knows about my dreams. This book is now the only record of them outside my own memories.
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I could tell someone else. Grandma would probably be willing to listen. I could even start calling her to tell her about them every morning, just like I used to do with Mom.
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I don’t think that’d make me feel better, though. Doing that with someone else would just remind me that I couldn’t do it with my mom.
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Dad told me about the funeral.
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“It’s going to be short. Just a little service at the side of her grave.”
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“Why?” I asked.
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“What do you mean?”
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“Why not a proper funeral?”
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“She wouldn’t have wanted to inconvenience everyone like that.”
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“I think she would want everyone to have a chance to say goodbye.”
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“The service will be enough for that.”
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It won’t be, though. At least, it will be less than she deserves. Saying goodbye to her is not an “inconvenience.” She was the best person in the world, and she deserves to be celebrated.
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January 12, 2024
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Another dreamless night.
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The “funeral,” is tomorrow.
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January 13, 2024
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The funeral lasted less than half an hour. Dad barely looked sad.
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I don’t think he cares at all.
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January 14, 2024
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I finally had another dream.
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It was the end of my battle with the grim reaper.
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I fought with everything I had. My spells were tearing up the palace, ripping apart the walls, destroying beautiful, priceless decorations, making chunks of the ceiling rain down. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was fighting this monster off. The Queen was counting on me.
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An ill-timed lunge left the hall to my right wide-open. The reaper rocketed past me, toward the Queen’s chamber. My eyes went wide. I spun around and thrust at the monster with everything I had.
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My spear pierced the creature’s robe and shattered the base of its spine. It stopped moving. Its head turned all the way around to give me a final, hateful glare, then it crumbled into ash.
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Relief overtook me. Relief so powerful I couldn’t help laughing. I’d done it. I’d saved her. As soon as I regained my composure, I went into the room. Mom was already sitting up on her bed. I ran over and hugged her.
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“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for saving me.”
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As soon as I was awake, I started crying. Not because I was sad. I wasn’t sad. I was happy. Happy that there was a place where I could still see her.
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January 15, 2024
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There was another feast, with increased security, to celebrate the Queen’s survival. Both of us were showered with gifts, and all the realm praised me for winning a duel with death himself.
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January 16, 2024
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It was time for the queen to give me my next mission.
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Me and Cory met her in the throne room.
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“Now that the Daevites have fallen,” the Queen said, “there is one final thing that must be done to ensure that their light is snuffed out forever.”
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She told us about a magical artifact called the Chronicle of Ages. It was an ancient and powerful book, whose magic could rewrite reality, even change the past, to make all your dreams come true.
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If a surviving Daevite got a hold of it, they would be able to rewrite history to undo our conquest of their capital.
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The book was in the “Wanderer’s Library,” a magical library on a far-off island. We would need to cross the Kingdom of Adytum to get to it. That made Cory nervous. The Adytites were bitter enemies of Cory’s people.
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Still, knowing how important this quest was, he agreed to come with me.
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When I woke up, a burst of excitement overcame me. Finally, another adventure. The dreams of questing were always my favorite. I couldn’t wait to tell mom.
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Then I remembered.
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I looked over at my alarm clock. Dad had left the note by my bed again, telling me to get ready for school on my own.
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I didn’t. I just laid back, I closed my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep.
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I couldn’t.
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January 16, 2024
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Dad chewed me out for skipping school.
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He didn’t find out about it until he checked his phone at the end of the day and saw he’d missed a call from the school’s administration, but once he listened to the message they’d left him, he called me and told me I was grounded for two weeks.
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“Fine,” I said.
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He didn’t like the tone I said that with, so he added another week for being ‘disrespectful.’
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January 17, 2024
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We set off on our adventure last night.
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Adytum is dangerous. Almost as soon as we crossed the border into their kingdom, we were set upon by strange, flying monsters. Blood-sucking fusions between humans and bats that zipped through the air to dodge every shot from Cory’s mechanical crossbow.
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I had to use a lightning spell to bring them down. It arced from monster to monster, making them fall to the ground, stunned. I rode Snowflake from man-bat to man-bat, thrusting my spear through each of their hearts.
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January 18, 2024
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Next, we had to cross a patch of land where every living thing had been consumed by a terrible disease that made them look like they’d melted. According to Cory, the Adytites had created this disease as a weapon against their enemies, but it had somehow accidentally been released within their own lands.
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I cast a spell to keep us from getting infected, but we still had to fight our way through.
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I slew every single monster in the name of the Queen.
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Thanks to my grounding, I haven’t hung out with Cory since Mom died, but the time I spend with him in my dreams is something Dad can’t take away from me.
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January 19, 2024
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Adytum gave us one last battle on our way out of it. In the land’s strange forests of flesh, we did battle with a monster whose mouth was half its body. The thing’s sticky tongue managed to grab Cory, and it swallowed him. I flipped the thing over by raising a pillar of earth underneath it, then used the tip of my spear to cut the creature’s stomach open so I could pull Cory back out.
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January 19, 2024
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As soon as dad got home from work, he told me he needed to talk to me.
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“What is it?” I asked, as respectfully as I could.
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He sat down on the bed. “Harold,” he said, “you should know, I’ve started dating someone.”
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“Just a few weeks after mom died?” I asked.
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“Her name is Sarah. I know it’s not been very long, but I didn’t choose when I would meet her. It happened when it happened. I know you’ve had a hard time dealing with things, and I’ve not had enough time to spend with you.
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“Mom can’t be replaced.”
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“I know, but Sarah’s still coming over for dinner tomorrow, whether you like it or not.”
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At least I’m not the only one upset. A few hours later, I happened to walk into the room while he was on the phone with Grandma. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, accusing Dad of having been with this woman since before mom died.
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I bet she’s right. Dad hasn’t given a crap about Mom in years. Why wouldn’t he start seeing someone else?
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January 20, 2024
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Our battle with the frog-thing behind us, we arrived at a coastal town of fishermen and fleshcrafters. With Cory in disguise, we managed to rent a small ship we could use to sail away from Adytum, toward the island where we’d find the Wanderer’s Library.
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January 20, 2024
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Sarah came over for dinner.
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She was an olive-skinned woman with short hair. She was nice, at first. She told me she was sorry about my mother’s death, and that she was happy to meet me. She said she’d heard a lot about me, how creative and curious I was, and that she hoped “our relationship” would be “fruitful.”
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I’m not sure exactly what she meant by that, but I thanked her anyway.
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She seemed to have Dad wrapped around her finger. She sat down and directed him to set the table. Dad would never have done that for Mom, but when Sarah told him to do it, he didn’t even complain.
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Sarah did most of the talking once the meal started. Dad was seemingly just there to nod and agree with everything she said. I think I was there for decoration. Neither of them said a word to me until Sarah cut herself off mid-sentence to turn to me and say, “and please do chew with your mouth closed.”
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“I was,” I said.
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“Don’t raise your voice.”
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I huffed. Sarah found this huff extremely disrespectful. She looked at Dad, expectantly, who quickly swallowed the bite of chicken he’d been working on and declared that I was grounded for another week.
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“Oh C’mon!” I said.
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This got me sent straight to my room. I wasn’t even allowed to take my food there with me.
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If this keeps up, I’m going to be grounded for the rest of my life.
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January 21, 2024
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The Wanderer’s Library sat alone on a sandy island. It was green and yellow, as if its bricks were made of gold studded with emerald. It looked more like a palace than a library.
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No. Not even a palace was made of solid gold.
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Luckily, the island had a dock where we could leave our boat. Once we’d secured it, we approached what we thought was the library’s front entrance. From afar, it looked like a door made of red stone. Once we reached it, we could see that it wasn’t a door at all. It was a section of brick wall. Not old, clay or stone brick. Modern, red-brown brick, with a single bright red block near its center, and most of the word “awesomesauce” spraypainted across the top of it.
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Even weirder, I’d seen this section of wall before, in an alley next to a game store Mom used to take me to. It’s only a few miles away from my house.
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As I stared at the wall, trying to make sense of how something so real and modern had found its way into my dream world, Cory asked how we were going to get into the library without a door.
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I started to say that I didn’t know, but before I could get the words out, I realized I did know. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew. I stepped up to the wall, knocked on the bright red brick five times and made a strange noise. Cory started to ask what the heck I was doing, but just a second later, we were inside.
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We didn’t walk inside. No door opened. We didn’t step forward. We simply found ourselves inside the building, with a similar section of brick on the wall behind us.
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The building was green and gold on the inside too, and it was impossibly huge. The hall seemed to stretch on forever both in front of us and above us, with all that infinite space lined with well-stocked bookshelves.
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“Gods,” I muttered.
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“This is more than we could possibly search through,” Cory said.
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“Maybe we could find a librarian?” I asked.
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After walking around the library for a while, we were able to find what seemed to be a help desk.
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The thing sitting behind it was a strange mound of feathers and mushrooms with no visible eyes. As soon as he saw it, Cory reached for his crossbow, but I held out my hand to stop him. I asked the thing where we could find the Chronicle of Ages. It extended one of its many wings to point to its left, down the hall.
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“Can you be more specific than that?” I asked.
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The creature just kept pointing.
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After walking for a long time, we came across a small door imbedded in one of the shelves.
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We went inside. Unlike the handful of other side rooms we’d seen, this room had only a single book, ornate and blue, sitting on a pedestal. Its cover bore a bright red title in a foreign language. I could only presume it said, ‘Chronicle of Ages.’
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Standing next to the pedestal was a woman in a long, hooded black robe that obscured her face and hair. She looked straight at us as we entered. “I’ve been waiting for you, Harold,” she said.
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I went still for a moment. No one in the dream world ever uses my real name. I’m always “the Warrior Prince” or sometimes “Hero” or “Holy Warrior.”
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“Why shouldn’t I know your name?” the woman asked as I stared at her. “I’m in your dream, after all.”
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I glanced at Cory, worried about how he might react to the claim that he was in a dream of mine. Cory wasn’t reacting, though. He wasn’t moving at all. “Cory?” I asked.
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“He’s fine,” the woman said. “I just turned him off for a moment. He would only get in the way of the talk we need to have.”
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“Who are you?”
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She thought about that for a moment. “A Queen,” she said. “Not your Queen, of course. Another one. You wouldn’t know my name if I gave it.”
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“What do you want?” I asked.
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“I need to tell you something very important. Something you must have suspected for some time. I need to help you understand the true nature of this place, of everything you see in your dreams.”
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“What are you talking about?”
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“It can’t be that you never guessed it. At the very least, you must have hoped for it. This world is too large, too detailed to be the product of a single child’s dreaming imagination.”
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Admittedly, I have had that thought before.
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“Whatever suspicions you might have had, I am here to confirm them. This whole world, in which you have been adventuring for years, is real. It is a slice of the past. A picture of the world as it once was. When magic and splendor flowed freely through all the lands of the earth.”
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“That’s insane,” I said.
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“I do not begrudge you thinking so. Fortunately for both of us, there is a way for you to confirm what I say. The place from which you entered the Wanderer’s Library, did you recognize it?”
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I hesitated. “Yes.”
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“Go to that alley. Knock on the lone bright red brick, just as you did here, and you will find yourself in the Wanderer’s Library.”
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I stared at her. This was ridiculous. Completely and utterly insane. Beyond anything that could ever be possible.
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Sure, my dreams are strange. I’ve never been able to find another example of someone’s dreams telling them continuing stories, night after night, for years on end, but that doesn’t mean it’s possible for magic to be real.
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I didn’t have the opportunity to say that, though, because just after the woman finished talking, the dream ended.
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January 21, 2024
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As soon as I got home from school today, I came up to my room to look through my journal. I don’t know exactly what I was looking for. I guess something that would help me make sense of what that hooded woman said.
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I read through the whole journal several times, and tried to remember everything I could about the dreams I had before mom gave it to me. I was there for hours, so long that I was still reading when Dad got home.
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He opened the door. His appearance was so sudden that it made me jump. “Hello,” he said.
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“Hi,” I said.
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“Sarah is coming over for dinner again tomorrow,” I said.
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“Okay,” I said, as flatly as possible.
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He nodded. He was just about to leave when his gaze shifted to my hands. “What’s that book you’re holding?” he asked. “I’ve seen you with it a lot.”
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“My… my dream journal,” I told him, my mind racing to try to figure out why he would care.
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He walked over to me. He held his hand out. Reluctantly, I handed him the book. He started flipping through it. “So these are dreams you’ve had?” he asked.
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“Yeah,” I said. “I write them down because sometimes Mom is in them.”
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That made him think for a moment. “Are you sure that’s healthy?” he asked.
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“Why wouldn’t it be?”
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“Clinging to the past can be a bad idea. At worst, it could be a form of denial. Sometimes, something horrible still needs to be accepted—”
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“Please don’t take it away,” I said. “It was Mom’s gift for my last birthday. It’s the last thing she ever gave me.”
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He looked down at me. After a moment, he handed the book back. “Alright then, you can keep it,” he said.
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“Thank you.”
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“But, if your behavior doesn’t get better than it’s been these past few weeks, that might change.”
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“What?”
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“Behave yourself, and it won’t be a problem.”
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I thought of complaining, but I know from experience that Dad considers that to be misbehavior, so I was silent as he left the room.
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As soon as he shut the door, I looked over at the window. The alley I saw in my dream is within walking distance of my house. I could go there.
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But I can’t do that while Dad’s here. If he gets it into his head that the journal made me sneak out, he’ll definitely take it away from me.
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I’m going to hide this journal. I think there’s a place in my room where it’ll be safe. I won’t say where in case he somehow ends up reading this.
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January 23, 2024
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The dreams are gone again.
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As if there weren’t enough else wrong with my life. I still have weeks of grounding left. I’ve barely spoken to Cory.
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Tomorrow is Saturday. Dad is going to be at work all day. If I’m going to go to that alley, if I’m going to test what that woman said, tomorrow will be the easiest time to sneak out.
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January 24, 2024
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Dad was already gone when I woke up.
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I left out the front door, locking it behind me with a spare housekey. I walked to the alley from my dream and approached the single, bright red brick at the center of the wall. I made sure no one was watching me, then I knocked on it five times and made the same noise I had in my dream.
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It worked.
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I don’t understand how. It’s impossible. I know it’s impossible. Nothing like this could be real. Maybe it’s not real. Maybe I’m just going insane. I don’t know. All I can say is what I saw.
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I found myself in a library. Not quite the same library from my dream. The ceiling wasn’t infinitely high, though it was way higher than the building I’d knocked on. Every wall was covered in well-stocked wooden bookshelves. There were all kinds of books there. Long books. Short books. Black books. Red books. Old, yellow books. Brand new, bright white books. Hardcover books. Notebooks. Diaries. Textbooks. Novels. Newspapers. Magazines, and guidebooks.
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There were creatures crawling on the shelves. Weird, skinny monsters, each using several legs to climb around the shelves. No two of them looked quite the same. One was a bird. One was a rodent. One was a cross between a spider and an octopus.
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In my dream, I gotten to the Chronicle of Ages by going straight for several hours until I found the room it was in. I decided I’d do the same thing here. Even if I didn’t find the Chronicle, I figured that as long as I kept going straight, I couldn’t get lost.
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Maybe it’s wrong to call the path I took “straight.” I didn’t turn any corners where I could help it, but the path I was on curved, twisted, rose, and fell. There was one place where the hall seemed to turn on its side. I thought for a moment that this was going to force me to start walking on the bookshelves, but as the floor curved, gravity curved with it, and I found myself walking comfortably on the sideways floor.
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About an hour into my trek, I found a lounge. There were a handful of people there. Some of them looked normal. Some of them really, really didn’t. On the far side of the room, a man with bright blue skin conversed with a giant bird who held a small white book in his wingtips. I couldn’t help but stare until the bird thing looked back at me. I turned away and hurried toward the opposite hall.
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Before I could make it, someone approached me. Not a monster, thank God. Just a woman with long black hair. I stopped walking. “Can I help you?” I asked.
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“Are you alone here?” she asked.
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I wondered for a moment if I should admit that I was, but there was no point in lying. Anyone could see that there was no one else with me. “Yeah,” I said.
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“You’re awfully young to be here alone,” she said.
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“Why does it matter?” I asked. “Is this place dangerous?”
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She tilted her head. “This place?” she asked. “Please tell me you at least know where you are.”
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It took me a second to remember what this place was called, but when I did, I put all the confidence I could muster into saying, “I’m in the Wanderer’s Library.”
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“Good,” she said. “As for whether the library is dangerous, it depends on if you follow the rules. As long as you do, it’s the safest place in the multiverse. If you don’t, you’ll be lucky if you ever leave again.”
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She went on to explain what the rules are. Don’t fight anyone else. Don’t damage any books. Always return them on time.
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I assured her that I would obey all of those rules.
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She started to walk away, but I told her I had one more question. I asked her if she knew anything about the Chronicle of Ages, or where I could find it.
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She said she had never heard of it before.
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After that, I continued down the hall.
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I tried very hard not to stare at anyone else, no matter how strange they looked. The only other gathering of people I encountered was a small crowd that was waiting for an enormous, slimy worm to finish crawling across a hallway I needed to pass through.
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I wish I’d thought to bring some water. Walking for hours and hours is a lot more tiring when it’s not part of a dream. There were bathrooms, thankfully, and I was able to get some from their sinks.
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I pushed forward, and, eventually, finally, I reached the room containing the Chronicle of Ages.
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Like the rest of the library, it looked different than it had in my dream. It was a normal door, rather than a bit of bookshelf that swung open. There was a sign posted outside it. “No books or liquids may be brought into this room.”
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A strange rule, but I didn’t have any books or liquids with me, so I went inside.
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In my dream, the room with the Chronicle had been so dark you couldn’t have actually read inside it. This room was lit brightly. It was narrower than the one in my dream, and a lot longer. I had to walk another hundred feet or so to get to the pedestal with the book on it. This pedestal was taller, made of stone instead of wood, and the Chronicle was attached to it by a thick chain.
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I opened the book.
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As soon as my eyes met its pages, I felt a powerful urge to read it cover to cover, right then and there. For some reason, I was completely sure that it would be the most interesting thing I’ve ever read.
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I had to resist the urge, though. The book was hundreds of pages long. It would’ve taken me hours to read it, and I didn’t have time to do that and walk all the way back home before Dad noticed I was gone.
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I had to settle for skimming the book. Fortunately, it had plenty of illustrations.
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As I went through it, making note of those illustrations, and of the bits of it here and there that I did read, I realized that this book was about the world of my dreams.
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Sketched onto those pages, I saw the seven-pointed star of the Ortothan Kingdom. The crest of the Daevite Empire. The banner of Adytum. An artist’s rendition of my great battle with the Daevites’ walking trees. There was a passage about the fey folk, another about the great sea serpent, still another about the immortal dragon who always seemed to slip away before I could finish him off.
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And, at the end of the book, the final defeat of the Daevite Empire.
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Does that mean that what the woman said was true? That I’ve been dreaming about the past?
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January 29, 2024
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Dad came into my room after he got home from work yesterday.
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I was on my bed, reading a history book I’d borrowed from the school library, trying to find more evidence that the Daevites or Ortothans might have been real.
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“Sarah and I had a talk about that journal of yours,” Dad said.
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I looked up at him. “What about it?” I asked.
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“Sarah doesn’t think it’s a good idea for you to cling to the past like that. You need to accept what’s gone and move on. We won’t throw the book away, but it’s going up in the attic for a while. Where is it?”
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“I already got rid of it.”
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He clearly hadn’t expected to hear that.
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“I realized you were right,” I continued. “I need to move on. Besides, I’m too old for fairy tales.” I held up the book I was holding “That’s why I’m reading a history book now, about things that really happened. I threw the dream journal away. You can look around for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
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He did. He looked all over my bookshelf and my bedside table. He looked under my bed, and my pillow. He dug through every drawer, and looked behind everything he could move. For a few minutes, he was dangerously close to my hiding place, but he wasn’t quite clever enough to find it.
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“It looks like you’re telling the truth,” he said. He smiled. I can’t remember the last time I saw him smile. “Getting rid of that book on your own was very mature. I’m proud of you.”
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I smiled back. “Thanks,” I said.
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He left.
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I lucked out today, but I’m not going to be able to keep this journal hidden forever. It’s still in my room. If I keep taking it out to write in it, he’s eventually going to see me with it again. When he does, he’ll take it away, and my last connection to the world of my dreams, to Mom, will be gone.
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January 30, 2024
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I finally had another dream.
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I was in the same room as before, the dream version of the Wanderer’s Library, with the hooded woman and the Chronicle of Ages. Cory was still frozen next to me.
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“I believe you’ve been to the Wanderer’s Library?” The woman asked.
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“How do you know that?” I asked.
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“Never mind that. The important thing is, you’ve seen that everything I said was true?”
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I hesitated. “It looked real,” I said.
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“Very good. Now, with that established—”
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“Who are you, really?” I asked.
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Her face shifted to a slight frown. “I told you. I am a queen.”
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“You know that’s not a real answer.”
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“But it is the answer you will receive.”
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“How are you talking to me in my dreams?”
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“You’ve seen that magic is real. How do you think I’m doing it?”
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I studied her. There was something familiar about her, but I couldn’t place it. Her face was hidden by her hood and the dim light of this room. “The library looked a little different in real life,” I said, “but, the blue book that was on its own in the huge room, it was the Chronicle of Ages, right?”
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She nodded.
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“Can the Chronicle of Ages really make all your dreams come true?”
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She smiled. “Yes, it can.”
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“Then…” I hesitated again, “…could I use it to make my dreams come true? These dreams, where I’m in this land full of magic and adventure. Where my mom is still the Queen. Is still alive?”
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The woman’s face lit up, just like Mom’s used to when I told her about my dreams. “You are a clever boy,” she said. “I was just about to bring up that very subject.” She gestured at the Chronicle of Ages. “This book, this glorious book, does indeed have that power. To rewrite the world. To bring back the magic and adventure that it has lost. To take this wonderful past and drag it forward into the present.”
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“How?” I asked. “How do I make it happen?”
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“It’s not difficult. The Chronicle has the power to write itself. The only thing it cannot do is supply its own ink. Give it something to write with, any dark fluid you can find, and it will do the rest. You will emerge from the library to find your world rewritten. Your dreams made real. You shall be a hero. A Warrior Prince. You will be able to see your best friend, and your mother’s reign shall continue.”
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It seemed too good to be true, but why shouldn’t it be true? If that library and all the fantastical creatures I saw in it could exist, why shouldn’t there be a book that could make all your dreams come true?
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There was a problem, though. “I can’t bring any ink to the book,” I said. “In the library, the real one, there’s a sign outside this room that says you can’t bring liquids into it. I don’t think I should disobey that. I’ve been told that breaking the library’s rules is very dangerous.”
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“It is” she admitted. “The Library is not to be trifled with.” She thought for a moment. “There is, of course, one liquid they cannot stop you from bringing into the room.”
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“What are you talking about?”
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“It’s nothing you haven’t done before. Magic, in this world, often comes at one particular price.”
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I started to ask her what she meant, but then I realized.
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There’s something about my dreams that I’ve been leaving out of this journal. Something even Mom never knew. Ortothan magic, the whole Ortothan religion, is full of blood. We give blood offerings to our gods. Only small amounts, from willing doners. Usually, it’s a gift, to empower the gods to protect the world, but, sometimes, the offerings are payments, given in exchange for miracles. That’s how I cast many of my most powerful spells. It's how I summoned lightning to take down those bats, and how I opened that giant pit underneath the Daevites’ moving tree.
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“How much blood will the book take?” I asked.
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“No more than you give in your offerings.”
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“And in exchange for that, I can have my mother back?”
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“Yes. You can.”
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I looked at her. I still couldn’t make out her face. Her eyes. All I could see was that she was smiling.
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“I understand that this is a lot to take in,” she said. “You can take some time to think it over.”
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“I don’t need time,” I said. “I’m going to do it.”
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Somehow, her smile grew even wider. “Excellent,” she said. “Make your way to the library as soon as you can. Give the Chronicle of Ages an offering, and it will rewrite the world.”
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With that, the woman vanished.
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Just a moment later, Cory started moving again. I looked over at him. He looked back. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Did you see something strange?”
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“No,” I said. “Nothing.”
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I walked up to the pedestal. This Chronicle of Ages wasn’t chained to it. I took the book, walked the long path back out of the library, and used my magic to return to my mother’s throne room.
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Mom stood as soon as she saw that I’d appeared. Her gaze was warm. Loving. I ran up to her and hugged her. She hugged me back. I held her tight. I cried.
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“What’s wrong?” she asked.
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“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
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She smiled. “I’m happy to see you, too,” she said. “You’ve come through for me again, my Warrior Prince, as you always shall.”
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January 31, 2024
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It’s Wednesday. A school day.
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I don’t care. After what I’m going to do today, I’ll never have to go to school again.
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I’m going to do it. I’ve grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen and the big water bottle Dad used to take on his morning walks. I’m going to go back to the Library, give the Chronicle an offering, and change the world.
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I’m taking the journal with me, too. I won’t break the rules by taking it inside the room, but I want to keep it close. I don’t want the Chronicle of Ages to erase it when it changes the world.
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I can’t wait to see Mom again.
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Shortly after composing this document, SCP-8410 appears to have approached the Wanderer’s Library’s copy of SCP-140 and lacerated itself. This resulted in a CK Class Reality Restructuring event, which, in accordance with SCP-140’s usual properties, altered the past to prevent the destruction of the Daevite Empire, resulting in its persistence into the modern day.
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Due to being located inside the Wanderer’s Library when Incident CK-140 occurred, SCP-8410 was unaffected by it, and did not become aware of its true nature until informed during its interrogation.
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Addendum 8410-1: SCP-8410’s biological father has been located living within Imperial Territory serving as a consort for the Daeva Vihe Saroah. Records indicate that SCP-8410 was purchased along with its parents on 12/11/2023, but that its mother was sacrificed shortly thereafter as part of the Saroah estate’s celebration of the Daevite Festival of Renewal.
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Addendum 8410-2: Dr. Green’s request that SCP-8410 be permitted humanitarian access to amnestic treatment has been denied on the grounds of SCP-8410’s potential value as an intelligence asset.
SCP-8474 - Freedom
+Author:local lesbian commie
+⚠️ Content warning: drugging, misogyny, emotional abuse and explicit sexual abuse.
+Notes: Read my author post for more info!
The following document is archived and describes a now Decommissioned item.
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Washington Rehabilitation Center circa 2028
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+Item #: SCP-8474
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: The maternal tradition is to be encouraged by the Department of Continuity, and a webcrawler has been set to monitor the activity of hospitals and therapeutic centers to detect possible victims of SCP-8474.
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All victims are to be relocated to a rehabilitation center and given appropriate disciplinary action. Persistent inadequate behavior is to be followed by indefinite sedation, and health check-ups are to be conducted daily and restricted to one man.
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Mnestics are to be dosed following reeducation.
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A subject pregnant in both her mind and her womb in a recent study. Parturition of the former was successful.
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Description: SCP-8474 is a mind-affecting phenomenon known by its unprecedented impact on the world's birth rate in the past few centuries. It is mainly characterized by a biological female's unwillingness to accept a gestation.
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In order to accelerate the recovery from all the damage caused by SCP-8474, the Department of Biology and Medical Science is now working on the development of new forms of childbirth.
+SCP-8870 is currently uncontained. Efforts are focused on locating and capturing, and if necessary, terminating SCP-8870 on the first available opportunity.
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Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor the internet and major news outlets for any mentions and/or sightings of SCP-8870, especially focusing on major global pro-anomaly figures. Upon report of SCP-8870-related activities, lead researcher Dr. Hakari Mimko is to be immediately notified, and a detachment of Mobile Task Force Pi-1 (”City Slickers”)1 is to be mobilized to handle the threat.
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+The GREY MATTER Division is under the complete jurisdiction of Dr. Hakari Mimko. Under no circumstances are any Foundation personnel be made aware of the existence of the division, outside of relevant personnel.
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DESCRIPTION
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Hydrochloric acid retrieved from site of Incident 8870-α.
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SCP-8870 designates a humanoid entity of roughly 173 centimeters in height; age, weight and ethnicity yet unidentified. The entity possesses the anomalous capability to generate large amounts of hydrochloric acid within a given subject’s body via observation.
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Further information about the entity is contained in the attached appendices.
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APPENDIX [8870-001] - History
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+First recorded activity of SCP-8870 was on 05/13/2024, when Mr. Karl Uzbekki, a known member of GoI-019 (”The Serpent’s Hand”),2 heavily advocating for anti-Foundation and Global Occult Coalition3 sentiments online. Uzbekki was found deceased in his apartment, due to acid exposure in internal organs.4 Although residents reported no abnormal sounds or sightings, a security camera situated within Uzbekki’s residence showed the presence of a hooded humanoid figure.
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The second encounter of the entity was on 12/04/2024, when a church service of GoI-004 (”Church of the Broken God”) ended in the deaths of six attendees. Surviving attendees reported the presence of a hooded figure in the back rows of the church.
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The final sighting of SCP-8870, as of 01/10/2025, occurred on 01/03/2025, during the presidential election speech of Ms. Tori Frànk, culminating into Incident 8870-α. A recording of the event is located in Appendix [8870-002].
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APPENDIX [8870-002]
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INCIDENT 8870-α
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DATE: 01/03/2025
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LOCATION: Central Park, New York City, New York
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FOREWORD: Incident occurred during the presidential election speech of Ms. Tori Frànk.
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Ms. Frànk had advocated heavily against the practices of the SCP Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition and particularly Marshall, Carter & Dark.5 She had also donated USD$ 300,000 to the Manna Charitable Foundation for their ”SAVING EARTH” program.6
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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<Tori Frànk walks onto the podium. Over a hundred attendees begin loudly cheering and clapping. They are carrying hand-made signs displaying anti-Foundation and Global Occult Coalition sentiments. Ms. Frànk gives out waves and kisses, before settling on the podium.>
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<She gestures for the crowd to quiet down, which it promptly does.>
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Aerial shot taken by drone.
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+FRÀNK: I feel honored to be standing here today. Really, it means very much to me. Without you, hundreds of supernaturally-abled—
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<SCP-8870 is observed approaching the front of the crowd by security camera feeds.>
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+FRÀNK: —would be locked-up in a cell, just for the reason that they were born. There are forces out there that wish nothing more for an innocent child to be-
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<SCP-8870 arrives at the front of the crowd. Its face is obscured by a large hood.>
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+FRÀNK: —taken away by their families. Innocents suffered, and continue to suffer, from evils that have lurked in the shadows for centuries. Organizations that have oppressed the rights of animals and fellow people without the public’s knowledge, up until three decades ago!
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FRÀNK: We’ve gathered here today to say ’no’ to these oppressive regimes that dare make our choices for us. That dare say they do these inhumane experiments, and call it protection! We stand against these things! The Foundation, the Coalition — all of them! We stand against!
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<Loud cheering and clapping.>
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+CROWD:We stand against! We stand against!
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<Tori Frànk smiles at the crowd. Change in behavior in Frànk is noted, when she clutches her chest, wincing.>
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<Frànk collapses onto the floor. The crowd quiets down, looking onto the scene visibly confused.>
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<Security details approach Frànk. She coughs out blood, which lands on the floor.>
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+GUARD 1: Shit…
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GUARD 2: We need a medic!
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<Attendees still look around, confused. SCP-8870 remains at the front, near motionless.>
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<Hydrochloric acid spills out of Tori Frànk’s chest cavity. A gaping wound juts out from where her chest and clothes formerly were.>
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<The crowd descends into a panic. Hundreds of attendees vacate the area, some inflicting heavy injuries to each other in the ensuing chaos. Mobile Task Force Pi-1 is dispatched to the area, but are unable to arrive in time to apprehend the entity.>
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APPENDIX [8870-003]
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+The following are media reports after the events of Incident 8870-α. For a more comprehensive list, contact your facility’s DEEPWELL back-up archive.
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DATE: 01/04/2025
+MEDIUM: Newspaper
+PUBLISHED BY: The New York Times
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+FOUNDATION ASSASSINATES PARANORMAL LEAD FIGURE
+PARANORMAL SCENE SHOOK TO THE CORE
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New York City, NY - Yesterday the entire paranormal community was shook with a senseless act of violence at the candidate of presidency, Tori Frànk. Mid-way through her speech, hundreds of supporters watched their symbol of hope turn into a slurry of blood and viscera by an unidentified perpetrator.
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+Although major organizations in the paranormal scene have denied any involvement in the death of Tori Frànk, numerous people online and on the streets have voiced their concerns for the future of the paranormal in day-to-day life.
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+”[…] I knew they always had it in them,” a former SCP Foundation researcher, who’d like to remain anonymous at this time, voices, ”[…] lock me up for what happened with 096, yet here they are shooting down a political head. Hypocrites… […]”
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+The Foundation has denied all involvement, while the Global Occult Coalition has yet to give an official statement. The Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI has stated to investigate these matters further. ”[…] rest assured that the UIU will find the perpetrator of such a senseless crime […] and bring them to justice!” UIU captain Victor Freffrson says regarding these matters.
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+Speculations about the possible involvement of the radical terrorist cell the Chaos Insurgency in the assassination have arisen alongside other rumors. Abu Ogondo, a Foundation researcher, has been cleared to discuss any questions at a later
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Yeah, WATCHERS! Shadow’s BACK from vacation; and not a second late. as you all well know, Tori Frànk was MURKED yesterday in Central Park, NYC. Police say it was acid in her stomach, assailant ’unidentified’, so the media says at least.
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What if I were to tell who the assailant was? And it just so happens to be the same shady ass shadow organization that’s been ooerating behind our backs the whole time? And what if I told you Tori Frank died to an OVEREXPOSURE to BRAIN WAVES? Don’t believe me? See this: attachment-scp-061-file.zip, nonbelievers.
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MKUltra? More like OKUltra, YESSIR! Frank Olson-high-on-LSD, my ASS! They were testing out their little brain wave music to CONTROL US! Testing out the waters, until releasing the BIG GUNS with whatever the fuck Elon’s been sending into space as of late. Mindless meat puppets, sleep-walking all day long
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And Tori Frànk is just the beginning. Soon, ig could be your mum, your dad, your wife, or maybe even your pet hamster! WE WILL NOT BE SLAVES!.
+
#FUCKFOUNDATION
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+
DATE: 01/15/2025
+MEDIUM: Video
+PUBLISHED BY: CNN
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DATE: 01/15/2025
+
LOCATION: [CLASSIFIED PER ETHICS COMMITTEE]
+
FOREWORD: Footage captured by Unusual Incidents Unit body-camera, and subsequently sent to and broadcasted at CNN. Captured at residence of Agent Henrik Duvall, team lead of MTF Pi-1.
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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<View is of body-cam of a UIU agent. They are located before the front door of Henrik Duvall’s residence.>
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Footage taken from UIU agent’s body-cam.
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+<The agent hurries over to the front door, and starts pounding against it.>
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+AGENT: FBI’s Unusual Incidents Unit! Open up!
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<They proceed to pound on door. After a few minutes, the door opens. Henrik Duvall is on the other side, visibly agitated. His wife and son, Carmy and Michal Duvall, stand down the hallway, visibly shook.>
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+AGENT: I am with the Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI. I am here to investiga—
+
DUVALL: Get the fuck off my property.
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AGENT: I am a federal government agent—
+
DUVALL: I don’t care.
+
AGENT: —and I demand to be let inside!
+
DUVALL: Fuck off!
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<The agent attempts to make their way through Duvall. Duvall blocks the door.>
+
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+AGENT: You are under arrest for the assassination on Tori Frànk! The UIU will stand against—
+
DUVALL: Leave my family alone!
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<Duvall pushes the agent away. They fall to the ground, only getting up after a few seconds.>
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+AGENT:(breathes heavily) I will press charges! I’ll press charges for assault!
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DUVALL: Good! I wanna see you try, fucker!
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<Carmy Duvall holds her husband’s side.>
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+C. DUVALL: Henrik, stop it!
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AGENT: I’ll press charges! I will press charges, you fascist fuck—
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[END RECORDING]
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APPENDIX [8870-004]
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PROJECT PROPOSAL
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DATE: 01/16/2025
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CODENAME: ”GREY MATTER”
+
PROPOSED BY: Dr. Hakari Mimko
+
+
+I could sugarcoat this, but I’m not going to. Partly because all of the data is everywhere on the world-wide web, but mostly because a lot of innocent people’s lives are getting tits-up, just because they work for this organization.
+
The truth of the matter is: The public hates us — has been hating us ever since the glorious fuck-up over there in the East. And although that piece of the world did eventually come back, the millions of people on that piece did not. Everyone blamed us. Hell, some of the scientists and soldiers involved in the operation even blamed themselves. One to the heart, the other to the brain.
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What people always seem to forget is that, although it was a tragedy, there was a reason for that tragedy. We didn’t just send North Korea up into another, inhospitable dimension without reason, but because it was our way of sparing billions more. As hard as it might be to believe this, we saved the world that day. We make the hard, downright unethical and cruel decisions, so that others don’t have to. We always did.
+
Which brings us again to 8870. The acid person, if it is human at all. This entity has been specifically targeting pro-anomaly figures in the public, making an example out of them; we don’t know why, given they are apparently anomalous themselves, but we do know to what purpose. It’s to rile up the masses into hating the Foundation. Even more than before.
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Everywhere in the world, you see signs that say ”FUCK THE FOUNDATION” or ”CONTAINMENT is NOT PROTECTION”, or other similar stuff. On your way to work, on the radio, or some pop-up ad on your favorite porn site. They’re everywhere. And that is a problem. Suddenly, one looney-bin conspiracy theorist turns into dozens of looney-bin conspiracy theorists. Then a hundred, then a thousand — and that’s where the issues start to emerge.
+
It goes without saying that the last thing the Foundation needs is animal rights activists arriving at Site-19’s doors, advocating for the rights of 682.
+
Back to 8870, and the founding of the GREY MATTER Division. I propose the division to handle what the public cannot: Information. My team will sow any hateful regards toward the Foundation and feed the public new information that paints us as a necessary evil, like the sweet little free-thinkers they are.
+
We will make sure, 24/7, that the damage done by SCP-8870 will be repaired overnight. That no harm may stay. For the betterment of the world. For the greater good. For my sister and people like her out there.
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I hope you take these words to heart, Overseers.
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- Hakari Mimko
+Secure. Contain. Protect.
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+COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY
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YES
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NAY
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ABSTAIN
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O5-1
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O5-2
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O5-3
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O5-4
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O5-5
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O5-6
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O5-7
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O5-8
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O5-9
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O5-10
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O5-11
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O5-12
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O5-13
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STATUS
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DENIED
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+CONCLUSION:By vote of the Overseer Council, the founding of the GREY MATTER Division has been DENIED. The project is deemed a waste of valuable resources and personnel, which could be allocated to more worth-while projects. You may remain lead researcher of SCP-8870, but do not come forward with this proposal again, Dr. Mimko. - O5-1
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+
| TO:tni.pcs.tig|okmim.h#tni.pcs.tig|okmim.h
+| FROM:tni.pcs.tig|11.0#tni.pcs.tig|11.0
+| SUBJECT: The Fuck-Up
+
+
First of all, congratulations on getting that vote of yours passed. Secondly, your little school science-y project’s been approved after a 100% vote for. With that 100% being me. Should’ve announced these news backwards, but I don’t really care.
+
Don’t ask any questions. You’ll get your funding, and facility, and personnel. In due time. Just hold your expectations low, then you can never be disappointed.
+
I have a daughter. Contained over at -19. She’d get into a lot of trouble with people that want her dead without the Foundation, no thanks to me. I need this. For her.
+
I hope you take these words to heart, Dr. Mimko.
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+
- O5-11
+Secure. Contain. Protect.
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+
APPENDIX [8870-005]
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+
MEETING 8870-A
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+
DATE: 01/20/2025
+
LOCATION: [REDACTED]
+
FOREWORD: Meeting of personnel in GREY MATTER Division. Led by Dr. Hakari Mimko.
+
+
+
[BEGIN RECORDING]
+
+
+
<Three figures sit at a small round table. Sunlight shines through the windows into the conference room, which is on the second floor of the facility.>
+
<Various miscellaneous objects are strewn about, such as chairs, tables, sofas, mannequins and mirrors, amongst other objects.>
+
<The three figures are, from left to right, Dr. Laura Schneider, Senior Technician Dohn Cavollo and Dr. Hakari Mimko.>
+
<Dr. Mimko looks at her wristwatch repeatedly, also looking in uneven intervals across the room and door. The others notice this behavior.>
+
+
+CAVOLLO: Excuse me, ma’am. Wasn’t the meeting supposed to start four minutes ago?
+
MIMKO:(sighs) Yes. We’re short one member.
+
SCHNEIDER: Where are they?
+
MIMKO: If I’d know, I’d have told you already.
+
+
+
<Silence.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Look… I’m sorry, Ms. Schneider—
+
SCHNEIDER: Doctor.
+
MIMKO: —this whole topic is very dear to my heart… Can’t afford any hiccups.
+
+
+
<Silence. Two more minutes pass without incident.>
+
<Cavollo and Schneider grow more disinterested by the minute. Cavollo pulls out his mobile phone, while Schneider examines her nails.>
+
<Dr. Mimko stands up, straightens her coat and walks over to the overhead projector at the opposite end of the room. Cavollo puts his phone away and Schneider focuses up.>
+
+
+MIMKO: So, as our last member couldn’t make it in time, we’ll just begin without them.
+
+
+
<She turns the lights off and the projector on. An image of Tori Frànk is shown on the far wall.>
+
<Cavollo and Schneider straighten up in their seats.>
+
+
+MIMKO: We all know her. Tori Frànk. Mother of three, 53, liked pottery—
+
CAVOLLO: Wait, what? I didn’t know—
+
MIMKO:(raises voice) —And we all know what happened to her.
+
+
+
<An image of Tori Frànk’s remains are shown, partially dissolving through the floor. Cavollo is seen turning away, muttering expletives in Spanish. Schneider remains in her position.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Her death shook the anomalous community. They didn’t take kindly to their figure of hope being turned into a slurry paste. And with the identity of the true assailant unknown, they turned to us, as you might’ve noticed with the increasing… hate at Foundation personnel.
+
CAVOLLO: Just this month I got three shoeboxes delivered to my adress with a dead rat in it. I’d be utterly disgusted, if they weren’t so unoriginal. Hijos de puta!
+
SCHNEIDER: If I may interrupt, Doctor…
+
MIMKO: Dr. Mimko.
+
SCHNEIDER: Dr. Mimko, why are you telling us all this?
+
+
+
<She puts another image onto the projector. The words ”GREY MATTER DIVISION” are superimposed over a grey brain in black bold letters.>
+
<The other members look at the image extensively.>
+
+
+MIMKO: The GREY MATTER Division. (paces around table) Our job will be to produce media that’s exclusively pro-Foundation. From memes to videos, movies, TV shows, games, books, pornography — anything for the public to love us again.
+
+
+
<Cavollo raises a hand.>
+
+
+CAVOLLO: Why are we doing all of this? I mean, hasn’t the Foundation operated without the public’s knowledge longer than my grammie’s been suckling the air out of this Earth? Why is it so concerned about the public now?
+
+
+
<Dr. Mimko approaches Cavollo.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Because the next people-elected president might not be so lenient with the Foundation. Higher taxes would be the least we had to worry about then. And, trust me, we do not want to go down that path.
+
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+
<Silence. Dr. Mimko walks back toward the head of the table.>
+
+
+CAVOLLO:(mutters) So this is how the Foundation dies… with rageful X-users.
+
SCHNEIDER: Okay, I do not want another Star Wars reference in this room.
+
CAVOLLO: I’m sorry! It seemed appropriate!
+
SCHNEIDER: What made you think it was appropriate?
+
CAVOLLO: Look, I said I’m sorry!
+
+
+
<Dr. Mimko gives out a long exhale, rubbing her temple.>
+
+
+SCHNEIDER: So, we know what our jobs are, but why are we specifically here?
+
MIMKO:Your job is to keep in touch with the current generation. Come up with a flurry of ideas to keep their young minds stimulated for longer than 10 seconds. While you (points at Cavollo) will be producing this stuff. Send it right into the masses.
+
CAVOLLO: Okay. Great. Where’s my team?
+
MIMKO:(pauses) You’re looking right at it.
+
CAVOLLO:(pauses) Where?
+
MIMKO: We’re a quartett— well, trio, as of right now.
+
SCHNEIDER: Wait—
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+
<Chair scrapes against the floor. Dr. Schneider walks up to Dr. Mimko.>
+
+
+SCHNEIDER: We’re all that there is?
+
MIMKO: Short one member, but, yes.
+
SCHNEIDER:(scoffs) I’m done. I’m done.
+
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+
<Dr. Schneider moves to the door.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Dr. Schneider—
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+
<Agent Henrik Duvall enters the room. He looks around quietly, before settling on an empty seat. He watches the proceedings with mild disinterest.>
+
+
+MIMKO: —you were hand-picked for this project, due to your expertise and skill.
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<Dr. Schneider stops in her tracks. Agent Duvall checks his phone.>
+
+
+SCHNEIDER: Picked by whom?
+
O5-11:(via intercom) By me.
+
CAVOLLO: Jesus!
+
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+
<Concerned faces, except for Dr. Mimko. Even Agent Duvall is looking up from his phone.>
+
+
+O5-11: Golly. This first meeting’s going great!
+
SCHNEIDER: Who are you?
+
O5-11: Oh, you know, just that voice in your heads to tell you to shut the fuck up and listen to your team leader for a second, that’s all.
+
CAVOLLO: Are you a Director?
+
O5-11: More than that. I’m an Overseer. And now that I’ve told y’all, I’m afraid I’ll have to terminate you all—
+
+
+
<Concerned faces.>
+
+
+O5-11: —but I’ve heard the Foundation doesn’t like to do that anymore, so I’ll just ask you kindly to bash your brains in to forget we ever had this conversation!
+
SCHNEIDER: Lord, help me…
+
O5-11: Daddy upstairs didn’t come down when his son was put on a stick. I doubt he’ll come for you, my love.
+
MIMKO: If I may interject. O5-11, as his title might suggest, will oversee our operations. This entire operation isn’t strictly… official.
+
CAVOLLO & SCHNEIDER: Excuse me?
+
O5-11: Jinxed!
+
MIMKO: I proposed the project to the Council, which they denied. But O5-11 kindly offered me to go through with it anyway.
+
CAVOLLO: Why?
+
MIMKO: Clas—
+
O5-11: Classified, motherfucker!
+
MIMKO: … yes.
+
+
+
<Silence.>
+
+
+CAVOLLO: Now what?
+
O5-11: Now, you do your pretty little jobs, and save the world, or whatever. Miss Mimko over here said that my ol’ partners, the GOC, got something to do with it.
+
MIMKO: Would fit their MO.
+
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+
<The intercom system disconnects.>
+
<Dr. Schneider is about to leave. Dr. Mimko grabs her by the wrist.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Please. We need you.
+
SCHNEIDER: Let me go—
+
MIMKO: Without you, this entire operation would fail. There is no other option. Please.
+
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+
<Dr. Schneider hesitates for a moment.>
+
+
+SCHNEIDER: You’re pathetic.
+
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+
<Dr. Schneider returns to her seat at the conference table. Dr. Mimko lets out an audible exhale.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Good… now that that’s settled, we can begin—
+
DUVALL: If I may interrupt.
+
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+
<Dr. Mimko turns to look at Agent Duvall.>
+
+
+DUVALL: Why is there a badly photoshopped brain with words in the Comic Sans font over it on the wall?
+
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+
<7 minutes, 34 seconds of extraneous footage removed.>
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+
[END RECORDING]
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+
APPENDIX [8870-006]
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MISSION LOG 8870-1
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+
DATE: 01/22/2025
+
LOCATION: [REDACTED]
+
FOREWORD: To gain more insight into Incident 8870-α, a meeting with D.C. al Fine of the Global Occult Coalition was arranged. The following is a log of the operation, Agent Henrik Duvall attending, with Dr. Hakari Mimko overseeing via concealed body-camera.
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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<Agent Duvall arrives at the location. It is that of an elementary school, completely empty. There is a black van with the words ”FLOWER SHOP” printed on the side.>
+
<Duvall takes a look around, before exiting the vehicle. A light breeze passes him by.>
+
+
+DUVALL: This place?
+
MIMKO:(through earpiece) What of it?
+
DUVALL: No, it’s just… and the van? Even the UIU would be more conspicuous.
+
MIMKO: Just go in, agent.
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<Duvall approaches the front entrance. Various small carton figures of Santa Claus are attached to the interior of the glass pane with duct-tape.>
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+MIMKO: Open the door.
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<Duvall pulls on the doors, which do not budge. He pushes them and the doors move open.>
+
<He walks through the hallways of the school building. Each room that he passes the door is closed shut. He passes one whose door is wide open; a man sits at a desk with a black briefcase laying to his side.>
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+<Duvall eyes the man and the room, before carefully entering.>
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+MAN: Ah, yes, Mr. Duvall. Please, take a seat.
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<The man gestures to the chair opposite him. Duvall takes a seat, shifting on it slightly.>
+
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+MAN: You are Mr. Duvall, yes?
+
DUVALL: I am. Who are you?
+
MAN: Oh, apologies. I am D.C. al Fine’s representative. She unfortunately couldn’t come personally.
+
DUVALL: What, too busy?
+
MAN: No, no. It’s just with the recent, well, controversy surrounding the Foundation, she wanted to be safe. I hope you take no offense in this.
+
DUVALL: … No.
+
MAN: Very well. Let us waste no more time.
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<Agent Duvall takes a look around. The room is an ordinary classroom, with boards, desks, chairs and images of the students and their birthdays pinned to the walls.>
+
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+MAN: You have come alone, yes?
+
DUVALL:(gestures at himself) As alone as one can be.
+
MAN: You know I can smell that body-camera on you.
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<Duvall’s demeanor changes and he remains silent. He shifts in his seat.>
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+
+DUVALL: Yeah?
+
MAN: Your colleague is watching me right now.
+
DUVALL: You born that way?
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MAN: Got exposed to a parasite during an operation in Germany. My abilities have proven quite useful.
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DUVALL: I thought the Coalition didn’t like anomalies.
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MAN: Maybe, Mr. Duvall, we are not the mindless killers certain people paint us out to be.
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<Silence.>
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+MAN: Well, Mr. Duvall, and whoever else is watching, let’s not stray too far from the topic at hand. We both know why this meeting was called, after all.
+
DUVALL: Did you kill her? Tori Frànk?
+
MAN: No.
+
DUVALL: And I’m supposed to believe that?
+
MAN: Quite frankly, there is no way for you to know the truth, other than what I have to say.
+
DUVALL: That’d be putting a lot of trust into a person I barely know.
+
MAN: If I may, Mr. Duvall—
+
DUVALL: You may.
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MAN: —I was under the impression that this meeting was to determine whether the Coalition had a hand in the event or not. And I have quickly and truthfully answered your questions. Now, if you’d excuse me.
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<The man stands up from his seat, taking the briefcase with him. The chair makes a scraping noise as he stands up.>
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+DUVALL: No… wait!
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<The man walks past Agent Duvall. He grabs the man by the wrist. He looks down at Duvall.>
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+DUVALL: Please… I, I have a son.
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<The man’s expression changes. Duvall loosens his grip.>
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+MIMKO: Duvall…
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DUVALL: His name is Michal. He’s nine years old. I have tried my best giving that boy the normalest of lives possible. To make him know that he is not different from anybody else.
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<The man moves back to his seat and sits down. He listens intently at Duvall.>
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+DUVALL: Last week, UIU agents showed up at my front door. Practically barged right in there… and two days ago, my wife watched as someone followed her from her workplace all the way home; today was the same. If they’re willing to do that, what would these people do to my son?
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DUVALL: The day the agent came, Michal was scared shitless. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t— And I don’t want that to happen again. I want them to leave my son alone. Fuck me, I don’t want my son growing up feeling that he’s different, just because his daddy works at a shadow organization. I…
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<Silence.>
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<The man sighs. He puts the briefcase on the desk and clasps it open. Inside is a flashdrive in velvet cushioning. He retrieves the flashdrive and offers it to Duvall, who hesitantly takes it.>
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+MAN: That drive contains footage of the path the assailant took after the assassination, captured by CCTV in the area. My people are already on it, but a few more cooks in the kitchen never hurt anybody.
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<Agent Duvall is left speechless. The man clasps his briefcase shut again and gets up to leave.>
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+MAN: I may have not been totally honest, Mr. Duvall. I hope you forgive me.
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<Duvall is still speechless. The man nods at him and exits the area.>
+
<After some time, Agent Duvall’s earpiece cackles to life again.>
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+
+MIMKO: Duvall, you reading me?
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DUVALL: … yes. Yes. (clears throat) I read you, Dr. Mimko.
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MIMKO: The mission’s done. Good job, Henrik.
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<Agent Duvall looks out the window. He spots the black van from earlier, which is observed to exit the empty parking lot, pass by the window, before passing out of view.>
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+
[END RECORDING]
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+
NOTES: I analyzed the footage contained on the flashdrive. The entity retreated into a dilapitated apartment building after the incident, several streets down. Investigated the area, armed; SCP-8870 was not present at the scene and there were signs it had fled the area beforehand.
+
However, I was able to gather several items of interest, which are detailed below:
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Detailed files on Karl Uzbekki;
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Detailed files on Tori Frànk;
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Schedules of news anchor CNN;
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Detailed files on Dr. Abu Ugondo;
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Broken mobile phone.
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Set up various recording equipment in every nook and cranny of the apartment. The entity hasn’t shown up since the incident. - Agent Henrik Duvall
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+
APPENDIX [8870-007]
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+The following are campaigns undertaken by the GREY MATTER Division with the goal to gain the public’s favor in the SCP Foundation.
+
FOREWORD: A fake infiltration operation of members of the Chaos Insurgency was performed, with Agent Duvall stationed at the location to ’intervene’.
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+
[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
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+
<Skip to 5 minutes, 23 seconds.>
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+
+REPORTER: … when the terrorist cell, the ”Chaos Insurgency”, broke into the town hall. 11 people were kept hostage within the building, with demands for a preternatural object for the lives of the hostages.
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REPORTER: Apparently, one of the hostages was an SCP Foundation agent, who was quickly able to free himself, subdue the insurgents and free the hostages.
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<Footage is shown of the incident. Agent Henrik Duvall stands in front of the town hall.>
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+DUVALL: Well, it’s lucky I was in the neighborhood. Any minute later, and it could’ve gone very, very badly.
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<Footage fades away. Back to the reporter.>
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+REPORTER: Some people may recognize this face as Henrik Duvall, who had allegedly assaulted a member of the Unusual Incidents Unit upon being questioned of Tori Frànk’s assassination. Of course…
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<Extraneous footage removed.>
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[END TRANSCRIPT]
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RESULTS
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POSITIVES
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NEGATIVES
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Rise in favor of SCP Foundation detachments/MTFs embedded within local law enforcement by the general public.
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Backlash consisting of denouncing the SCP Foundation as a ’fascist regime’ and/or ’1984-esque party’ by left-oriented political parties.
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DATE: 02/05/2025
+MEDIUM: Newspaper
+PUBLISHED BY: The Wall Street Journal
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★★★
+MAKE-A-WISH SCP FOUNDATION
+SHOWING INITIATIVE
+★★★
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Hundreds of children fall ill to incurable diseases every day, yet no one seems to recognize this as an issue. People forget that there are very real problems out there, not always the boogeymen under our beds.
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Ethan Prosper, fulfilling his dreams, made possible by the initiative.
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+The Make-A-Wish SCP Foundation campaign aims at aiding children in their last moments to be joyful and happy. ”I am grateful for what the Foundation has given me,” says Ethan, also known as SCP-6101.
+
+”[…] we want to show people what truly matters out there,” says Dr. Pepper Ghost when questioned about the recent controversy surrounding major supernatural players in the supernatural game. Many have voiced their criticism at this campaign, stating that
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RESULTS
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POSITIVES
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NEGATIVES
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Donations reach into USD$ 100,000+ ranges. Funds can be utilized for additional Foundation projects.
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Majority of the public sees the campaign as a ’diversion’ in the ongoing crisis, with many voicing their concerns to put trust into the Foundation so quickly.
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+
DATE: 02/06/2025
+MEDIUM: Television Advertisement
+PUBLISHED BY: Sweet Commercial Plushies
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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<Commercial jingle plays on a yellow background interspersed with orange dots.>
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<An animated young boy enters the frame. He is holding a soccer ball in his hand, and runs joyfully across the screen. He stumbles, scraping his knee, and begins to cry.>
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+NARRATOR: Not happy sometimes?
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<The boy nods, sobbing.>
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+NARRATOR: It doesn’t have to be this way with…
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<A plush of an orange blob with beady black eyes and a smile falls from the sky, which the boy catches. The boy’s demeanor immediately changes to that of happiness.>
BOY:(sings) If you’re feeling kinda hurt on a very bad day, let your TICKLE MONSTER tickle your sadness away!
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<A price tag and legal disclaimers appear on the screen.>
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+
+NARRATOR: Buy your very own TICKLE MONSTER today! Only $10.99! Comes in five distinct odors, too!
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[END RECORDING]
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RESULTS
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POSITIVES
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NEGATIVES
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Same as above.
+
None.
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+
DATE: 02/08/2025
+MEDIUM: Television Show
+PUBLISHED BY: The Daily Show
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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<Lights turn on. It reveals a stage with two seats, with Jon Stewart sitting in one of them. Audience claps.>
+
+
+STEWART: Welcome! Welcome! We’ve got a special guest for today! One that has been to the darkest depths of the ocean. Welcome… MR. FISH!
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+
<SCP-527 comes from the left side of the stage. Audience claps and cheers loudly. SCP-527 settles down on the seat opposite Stewart.>
+
+
+527: Thanks, Johnny. And, uh…
+
STEWART: Yes, Mr. Fish?
+
527: I’ve never actually been to the ocean.
+
STEWART: Oh, really?
+
527: No. Only been to the beach.
+
STEWART: Always knew there was something fishy going on with ya!
+
+
+
<Stewart laughs. The audience laughs with him. SCP-527 chuckles weakly.>
+
+
+527: Yeah, I know. (holds up hands) Pretty embarrassing.
+
STEWART: Woah, I half expected there to be fins, my guy!
+
527:(clenches hands) Oh, really?
+
STEWART: Just a joke, Mr. Fish! So, you’ve got any more deep stories to tell or did we truly hit rock bottom?
+
+
+
<Stewart and audience laugh again. SCP-527 does not laugh, its expression completely blank with its beady eyes.>
+
+
+STEWART: Hey, lighten up, Mr. Fish! We’re all in the same boat her—
+
+
+
<SCP-527 leaps at Stewart, pinning him to the floor and repeatedly beating him. Audience members react in shock, many hurriedly exiting the area.>
+
<Security guards hurry over to their location, and seperate SCP-527 and Stewart. SCP-527 attempts to free himself, as the guards drag it away.>
+
+
+STEWART:(holds bloody nose) What the fuck! You’re gonna regret this, you para-fucker!
+
527:(sobs) I never chose to be born this way! I never did! F—fuck you!
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SCP-527, archival photo.
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[END RECORDING]
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RESULTS
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POSITIVES
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NEGATIVES
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+
+
Incident resulted in global panic in the anomalous, causing a shift in public opinion of the Foundation as ’necessary’.
+
Particularly the Parawatch community sees the incident as an attempt by the Foundation to gain the public’s favor. Campaigns are undertaken by Parawatch, mostly being met with positivity.
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APPENDIX [8870-008]
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RECORDING 8870-B
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+
DATE: 02/11/2025
+
LOCATION: [REDACTED]
+
FOREWORD: Meeting of personnel in GREY MATTER Division. Led by Dr. Hakari Mimko.
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+
[BEGIN RECORDING]
+
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+
<It is late in the night. Various paper documents and tech litter the conference table. Cavollo, Duvall, Mimko and Schneider are all present.>
+
+
+CAVOLLO: Sending Mr. Fish into that talkshow? Brilliant! What an ingenius idea!
+
SCHNEIDER: Don’t congratulate me too much. Parawatch is so much up my asshole, I can’t even feel it anymore.
+
+
+
<The both of them snicker.>
+
<Dr. Mimko stands up and holds up a glass to clink it. Everyone quiets down and turns to look at her.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Please. The meeting is starting. After our latest operation, Agent Duvall found the residence of SCP-8870. No traces of the anomaly. Apparently it left in a hurry. (gestures to Duvall) Duvall, if you may.
+
DUVALL: We found some things in the apartment.
+
+
+
<Duvall puts stacks of paper onto the table among the other stacks of papers.>
+
+
+DUVALL: One of those things were detailed files on Dr. Abu Ugondo, who, if you’ve just tuned in with the news a little bit, is supposed to conduct an interview with CNN in next week’s time.
+
CAVOLLO: So the entity’s gonna be there?
+
MIMKO: We don’t know, but it is likely.
+
SCHNEIDER: A trap, then? What, we station every corner with undercover agents and hope for the best?
+
MIMKO: Any better ideas?
+
SCHNEIDER:(pauses)
+
+
+
<Dr. Mimko looks around the room. Her eyes settle on Agent Duvall, who returns the gesture, before looking back into the room. No one utters a word.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Great. Meeting’s adjourned, then.
+
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<Dr. Mimko sorts out files on the desk. Cavollo and Schneider pack their things and walk out of the room together. Agent Duvall remains on his seat, only standing up and walking to Dr. Mimko once the others have left.>
+
<He stops at Dr. Mimko.>
+
+
+DUVALL: Why do you do all of this?
+
+
+
<Continues sorting files. Does not look up.>
+
+
+MIMKO: I thought I’ve made myself clear. If the world keeps on going down that path, it’s gonna get run over.
+
DUVALL: No, not that. I mean, why do you do all of this? I’ve seen it in your eyes. That look.
+
+
+
<Dr. Mimko ceases her work. She looks at Agent Duvall.>
+
+
+MIMKO:(sighs) Do we really need to talk about this?
+
DUVALL: It’d be great if you talked about it. We’re a team. We cannot hold secrets from each other.
+
MIMKO: Henrik—
+
DUVALL: Please. You know of my family; I wanna know about yours.
+
MIMKO:(hesitates) … Do you know I had a sister once?
+
DUVALL:(hesitates) No.
+
MIMKO: Why would you? She died in some classified operation with a dangerous SCP.
+
+
+
<Silence.>
+
+
+MIMKO: I’ve seen how dangerous anomalies can be. The same anomalies the Foundation keeps under lock and key. I don’t want what happened to my sister happen to anybody else. This is what she’d want. I… I know it.
+
+
+
<Dr. Mimko becomes completely silent, near motionless for the remainder. Agent Duvall opens his mouth to speak, hesitates, before deciding not to.>
+
<After some time, Agent Duvall moves to the exit door. At the door, he looks back at Dr. Mimko, before exiting the room.>
+
<Dr. Mimko remains in the room completely silent, near motionless for quite more time. She looks up at the security camera, as if looking back, before gathering her things and exiting the room.>
+
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+
[END RECORDING]
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| > PLAY: SAD VIOLIN MUSIC
+| ERROR: Unkown request.
+| > PLAY: THE WORLD’S SMALLEST VIOLIN RECORDING
+| ERROR: Unkown request.
+| > PLAY: VIOLIN SOUND EFFECT
+| ERROR: Unkown request. Should I contact the Memetics Department for possible cognitohazardous contamination?
+| Y/N
+| > NO.
+| Understood, Overseer.
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+
APPENDIX [8870-008]
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+
INCIDENT 8870-β
+
+
+
DATE: 02/17/2025
+
LOCATION: Atlanta, Georgia
+
FOREWORD: The following is the meeting of Dr. Abu Ugondo and news outlet CNN after Incident 8870-α.
+
Due to the animosity against Foundation personnel, Dr. Hakari Mimko deemed it safer to assign a security escort to Dr. Abu Ugondo’s meeting. MTF Pi-1 was designated as the escort under Dr. Mimko’s orders.
+
Under Council ruling, Agent Duvall was authorized to carry a highly experimental weapon, in order to minimize potential casualties.
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[BEGIN RECORDING]
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<Interior is that of a medium-sized room, with an elevated stage in the front and a seating area for the audience. Two chairs and a desk are on the stage, with big screens behind them.>
+
<Several are in attendance, including MTF Pi-1 lead Agent Henrik Duvall, who sits in the back row. He carefully oversees the front rows.>
<Duvall continues overseeing the area. He can be seen occasionally clutching his concealed weapon.>
+
<The lights in the room dim. Stage-lights turn on, pointing directly at the stage. Murmurs of the audience quiet down.>
+
+
+DUVALL: Tell me again, why didn’t we cancel the event, if we suspect 8870 to be here?
+
MIMKO: This is our best chance capturing the entity. Or do you’ve got a plan of their schedule?
+
DUVALL: Whatever you say, boss.
+
+
+
<From the right side of the stage, ██████ ████████,8 henceforth referred to as ’reporter’, enters.>
+
<The audience erupts in applause. Duvall strains his eyes to make out any abnormalities.>
+
+
+REPORTER: Welcome, everybody! I’m ██████ ████████, and today we’ve got a very special guest on our side. Whose very organization’s been under a lot of shade, as of late. I welcome to the stage, Mr. Abu Ugondo!
+
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+
<Dr. Abu Ugondo enters from the left side of the stage. Although there is applause, it is noticeably less than before.>
+
<Both individuals sit down on their respective seat.>
+
+
+REPORTER: Wow. It’s just so good to have you here, Mr. Ugondo.
+
UGONDO: Believe me, Ms. ████████. The pleasure’s all mine.
+
REPORTER: Well, Mr. Ugondo, I assume you’ve heard about the recent controversy surrounding the Foundation…
+
UGONDO: I have, yes.
+
REPORTER: … And a lot of people still have mixed feelings about that. So why don’t I let you start? (gestures with hands)
+
UGONDO: Thank you very much. I’d like to start by saying that the SCP Foundation is, regardless of people’s opinions or views, a necessary organization. We contain thousands of anomalies, which could wipe out an entire country clean if not left in check. So I wanted to start by saying that.
+
UGONDO: Regarding the death of Tori Frànk, the O5-Council is deeply sorry for her family, friends and colleagues. And of course what she meant to a lot of people — people — out there in the world. The Foundation does not take kindly to senseless violen—
+
DUVALL: Do I really gotta sit through this man saying empty platitudes?
+
MIMKO: Concentrate on the mission, Henrik.
+
DUVALL:(sighs) Aye, aye.
+
UGONDO: —like to show that her death was not in vain, the Foundation has partnered up together with the Manna Charitable Foundation and Marshall, Carter & Dark to support oppressed anomalous communities in third world countries worldwide! This initiative aims a-
+
REPORTER: Wait, wait— Sorry to interrupt—
+
UGONDO: Yes?
+
REPORTER: —you’ve partnered up with Marshall, Carter & Dark, the same organization known to traffick human anomalies?
+
UGONDO: Well, it’s not that simple. What MC&D did in 2023 is inexcusable. But with their involvement with this initiative, they can help millions of people in the world.
+
REPORTER: And you — the SCP Foundation — genuinely think that this makes up for what happened?
+
UGONDO: We—
+
REPORTER: Don’t get me wrong, I think this initiative of yours is a cute attempt. But it doesn’t tackle the greatest problem: Anomalies around the world are still being oppressed. The Foundation is applying a band-aid to a gunshot wound; it’s simply ineffective.
+
UGONDO: The Foundation is trying its best—
+
REPORTER: Oh, really? Millions of people’d say otherwise—
+
UGONDO: —to help those in need. Shoot, we have been for over a hundred years-
<Conversation turns into a heated arguement between the reporter and Dr. Ugondo.>
+
<The audience grows louder, with the first murmurs amongst the crowd appearing. Several attendees begin to shout various expletives and making obscene gestures at Dr. Ugondo.>
+
<Agent Duvall keeps a vigilant eye at the proceedings.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Anything now?
+
DUVALL: It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack, only the haystack’s on fire and the needle microscopic.
+
MIMKO: So?
+
DUVALL: Nothing right now.
+
+
+
<The arguement comes to an end when members of MTF Pi-1 walk onto the stage and deter Dr. Ugondo away. The reporter and audience look on, as Dr. Ugondo is being slowly motioned away.>
+
<Before coming upon the exit, a figure in the middle rows stands up, maintaining intense eye contact with Dr. Ugondo.>
+
<Agent Duvall notices, pulls out his OKU-061 firearm,9 and utilizes it to incapacitate the figure.>
+
<SCP-8870 slumps down on its seat, which no one else pays any attention to.>
+
<Dr. Ugondo is safely escorted out of the area. Agent Duvall hoists SCP-8870 up and moves it out of the room.>
+
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+
[END RECORDING]
+
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+
APPENDIX [8870-009]
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INTERVIEW 8870.01
+
+
+
DATE: 02/18/2025
+
LOCATION: [REDACTED]
+
INTERVIEWER: Agent Henrik Duvall
+
INTERVIEWED: SCP-8870
+
FOREWORD: The following is a recording of an interview with SCP-8870 after the events of Incident 8870-β.
+
+
+
[BEGIN RECORDING]
+
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+
<Interview room’s interior are barren, featureless, stark white walls. There is a metal desk positioned in the center of the room, anchored to the floor, with plastic chairs on opposite ends of it.>
+
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+
Photograph of SCP-8870, dated 19██.
+
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+
+<SCP-8870 sits on one of those chairs, handcuffed to it. It is wearing a CLASS-III facial harness, which is obscuring its eyes. It shifts in its seat several times, appearing to be highly distressed.>
+
<Agent Duvall enters the interview room. At the sound of the door opening, SCP-8870 visibly tenses up. Duvall closes the door, observes the entity, and sits down opposite it.>
+
+
+DUVALL: Well, well. If it isn’t the man himself. You’ve put a lot of people in a lot of danger with your antics. But I suppose you already knew that.
+
8870:(silence)
+
DUVALL: You’d like to begin?
+
8870:(silence)
+
DUVALL: If you don’t wanna talk, we’ve got ways to make people like you to talk. Trust me.
+
8870:(silence)
+
DUVALL: How about a name, hmm? You’re still being a slippery snake for our analysts to find.
+
+
+
<SCP-8870 remains silent, keeping its head down. It remains like this for an additional two minutes.>
+
<Duvall abruptly stands up, startling SCP-8870.>
+
+
+DUVALL: How about this: You tell me all I wanna know, or else we start doing some real interrogation techniques. How does that sound for you?
+
+
+
<There is a twitch in SCP-8870’s facial expression. It shifts uncomfortably in its seat. It still remains silent, however.>
+
+
+DUVALL:(sighs) All right.
+
+
+
<Duvall approaches the exit door.>
+
+
+8870: No, no, no! Wait!
+
+
+
<Duvall looks back at SCP-8870. He sits down again.>
+
+
+8870:(sobs) M—my name’s Abdeen Howl… please… you gotta help me.
+
DUVALL: Help you how?
+
+
+
<SCP-8870 remains utterly silent, sobbing intermittently. Agent Duvall slams his fist on the table, to which SCP-8870 jerks up.>
+
+
+DUVALL: You want help or not?
+
8870: Y—you don’t understand! You don’t!
+
DUVALL: Then make it so that I understand!
+
8870:(pauses) Fuck i—it! Fuck it… they’ll only kill more people. They’re likely already dead…
+
DUVALL: Who? Who’s dead?
+
8870:(shouts) My family, godammit! My f—family… (sobs)
+
DUVALL:(pauses) What do you mean?
+
8870: They— he— she— it— got my family. Somewhere. A—and they told me that I’d see them again if I did all of this shit for them!
+
+
+
<Silence. Agent Duvall’s expression is that of disbelief.>
+
+
+8870:(looks up at him) I got no powers, man. I’m just a man. Got nothing special. The only special thing I had was my family…
+
DUVALL: Do you have a name? Height, gender, age, anything?
+
8870: They just sent me messages. Pictures o—of my family, I… (trails off)
+
+
+
<Duvall remains silent for a few seconds. He rubs his forehead, before standing up to leave.>
+
+
+8870: W—wait! What are you gonna do?!
+
+
+
<Agent Duvall does not respond. He opens the door and exits the room.>
+
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+
[END RECORDING]
+
+
+
NOTES: Investigations into an ’Abdeen Howl’ revealed that he, and his family of four, had disappeared the night of 05/10/2024. Close acquaintances were questioned, but could not explain their sudden disappearance.
+
The true identity of SCP-8870 is still being identified.
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[END OF FILE]
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| > ACCESS: FACILITY SECURITY CAMERAS
+| Accessing relevant systems…
+| ACCESS GRANTED.
+| > ACCESS: SECURITY CAMERA 67-115B ”STORAGE ROOM”
+| Accessing relevant systems…
+| ACCESS GRANTED.
+| Display live video feed?
+| Y/N
+| > YES.
+| Displaying live video feed…
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MEETING 8870-C
+
+
+
DATE: 02/20/2025
+
LOCATION: [REDACTED]
+
FOREWORD: Meeting of personnel in GREY MATTER Division. Led by Dr. Hakari Mimko.
+
+
+
[BEGIN LIVE FEED]
+
+
+
<Duvall sits at the conference table amidst various miscellaneous objects. In one hand, he holds his mobile phone. In the other, he is holding a lit cigarette.>
+
<The door opens. Mimko enters, carrying various paper documents under her arm. She closes the door, only then noticing that her and Duvall are the only people present.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Where are the other two?
+
DUVALL:(exhales) I told them that the meeting was an hour later.
+
MIMKO: Why?
+
DUVALL:(inhales) Because I’ve been thinking… about what happened to your sister.
+
+
+
<There is a slight, near imperceivable tremor in Mimko’s stance.>
+
+
+MIMKO: How is this r—relevant? (clears throat)
+
DUVALL: I don’t know.
+
+
+
<Silence. Duvall takes a long, drawn-out swing from his cigarette.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Henrik, I don’t know what this is about, but if you continue to do this, I’ll—
+
DUVALL: Let me show you some pictures.
+
MIMKO: … what?
+
DUVALL: Here. I’ll show you.
+
+
+
<Duvall turns his mobile phone on. An image of Duvall with his son as the background is briefly visible, before it switches to the aforementioned pictures.>
+
<Squinting her eyes at first, the pictures displayed are those of Abdeen Howl’s family members, tied-up and wounded. Mimko’s eyes widen upon realizing this.>
+
+
+MIMKO: Wh—
+
+
+
<A gunshot rings out. Where formerly his cigarette was, he is now holding a firearm. Mimko clutches her abdomen, blood trickling between her fingers, before collapsing onto the floor.>
+
<She tries to look at Duvall, who places a kick right into her chest. She clenches tightly, before Duvall puts his hand over her eyes and presses his leg down on her, pinning her down.>
+
<Mimko struggles, flailing her arms and legs around wildly.>
+
+
+DUVALL: Stop resisting. Please!
+
+
+
<Mimko scratches Duvall’s hand. He winces.>
+
<Mimko is coughing up blood now. Low gurgles become audible, as she chokes on her own blood.>
<Mimko’s movements grow slower and more sluggish. After a while, barely any movement is detectable on Mimko’s part.>
+
<Just as she is about to become completely motionless, she stares onto a reflection of Agent Duvall on a nearby mirror.>
+
<Duvall’s attempts at restraining Mimko suddenly come to a halt, as he clutches his chest tightly. Mimko is able to push him off of herself, and retreats several meters away from him, slipping on her own blood.>
+
<She jolts herself back up. Her breaths are heavy and ragged, her eyes never leaving Duvall out of their sight.>
+
<Duvall clutches his chest tighter, before collapsing motionlessly to the floor. His eyes gaze right up into hers.>
+
+
+MIMKO:(cries) I’m sorry!
+
+
+
<She wipes away a flurry of tears from her eyes. Blood begins to pool around Duvall, originating from the chest. Soon the hydrochloric acid corrodes through his clothes and gear.>
+
+
+MIMKO:(gasps) I’m so sorry…
+
+
+
<Eventually, Duvall’s body goes limp. The acid melts him into a slurry of blood, gore and viscera, until nothing of him remains.>
+
<Mimko looks onto what remains. She sniffs, wipes away a tear, before growing nearmotionless in this stance…
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+Your heart’s racing. It’s as if every sense of you was dialed up to their max and you plummeted down the Mt. Everest. Your limbs feel cold, the tips of your fingers and toes as if frostbitten.
+
The world fazes by in a blurry haze, every movement of yours sluggish. But your mind isn’t. It goes on, and on, and on. Endless spirales of thoughts and memories.
+
As if on instinct, your hand shoots up to the terminal’s console, and you type in commands as quickly and as quietly as you can.
+
+
+
You part your lips, a slight wheeze escaping your mouth. You settle on something to say, something that summed up the situation in the most concise and least overwhelming way possible. It was just like mixing water with oil.
+
But you can’t. At first you don’t know why, but then you become aware of an awful, stinging feeling right in the middle of your chest. You clutch it tightly, gasping for air, as your knees painfully fail you.
+
”Clef, you there?” Sophia’s voice rings out yet again. She still received no answer.
+
That sting in your chest turns into a burning feeling. Droplets of red stain the floor, pooling around you in an almost mesmerizing, artistic pattern. Pieces of your clothes swim in the pool.
+
You aren’t a chemist, but no one needed expert-levels of expertise to know that acid was eating through your body. You gather all the strength you’ve got left for one last time, do something, anything. Your head is above the meter tall terminal now.
+
And you collapse again. Your head impacts the console.
+
The last thing that you see on the flickering screen is the face of Dr. Hakari Mimko, completely silent and near motionless, who is looking up at the security camera, as if looking back at you. Staring straight into your soul.
+
And then it ends.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-960 must be kept in a 10 cm-thick seamless, steel cubic container measuring 50 cm x 50 cm x 60 cm. Those conducting research upon it are to be the only ones given the codes that unlock its room and container. Any handling of SCP-960 is to be conducted while the researcher is wearing gloves or other protective equipment (except when it is being tested upon D-class or other subjects).
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Until he or she has created nine original works, any human who comes into contact with SCP-960 by the skin is to be kept in an isolation ward and provided with whatever supplies they ask for, given that these items are cleared for their use by appropriate officials. Immediately after completion of the ninth opus, however, the subject is to be terminated.
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Description: SCP-960 is a sizable fragment of what is speculated to be an ancient Greek vase, discovered on the island of ████, near the site of the ancient Minoan city of ███████. On its surface are depicted three Muses; the two identifiable ones are Melpomene, in the middle, and Clio, on the left. The one on the right, shown as holding a dagger to her own neck, has never been seen in any other piece of Greco-Roman art and cannot be identified as appearing in any recorded myth.
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A short but variable time after a human touches SCP-960, the subject will be struck at ever-closer intervals by a series of original ideas. The natures of these inspirations always follow a strict progression:
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A piece of music (usually classical; occasionally, a fully-formed opera)
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An intricate choreography
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A painting, drawing, or sculpture
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A psychological or sociological insight
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A work of fiction of variable length, or a detailed (and true) autobiography
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A spiritual revelation
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A work of drama
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One joke (which the subject typically repeats as often as conversations allow)
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A scientific breakthrough
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Subjects exposed to SCP-960 will invariably request the materials they need to complete these works; if they do not receive them, they will become belligerent and uncooperative until their requests are satisfied or until they find suitable substitutes.
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It is worth noting that the ideas are never written down in any sort of rough copy; they only ever appear as the final product, as if a full-fledged idea had entered the subject's head and left it unchanged. Subjects also display extraordinary talent in each of the fields listed above, but only for as long as they are working on completing their tasks.
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After the aforementioned itinerary is exhausted, the inspirations become more sinister. All creative energy previously spent on the arts and sciences is focused on devising ingenious methods of violence. Instead of asking for materials at this stage, the subject will begin to seek them out proactively. Records pertaining to the stages of exposure are detailed in the Addenda.
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Addendum 960-01:
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Incident 01, est. date 20/07/████
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SCP-960 found by amateur archaeologist ██████ ██████████, south of the city of ███████; it is unknown exactly when he first touched the artifact, but family later reported that he began to ask them for a series of artistic and scientific supplies, despite his previous lack of interest in either field. Created by Mr. ██████████ were the following:
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A symphony, entitled "██████████ ███", written for a full orchestra and an extensive percussion section.
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A complex ballet, set to the previously mentioned symphony, containing one of the most intricate pas de deux choreographed.
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A triptych depicting strikingly detailed images of what would appear to be the Holy Trinity.
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A corollary to Albert Bandura's theory of observational learning.
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A moving account of his own life, starting from his birth and culminating with the events of the previous year.
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A rebuttal of Nikolai Berdyaev's 1952 essay The Truth of Orthodoxy.
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A set of three one-act plays centered around the theme of alienation in a society dedicated to individual achievement, entitled (in Greek): ██ ███████, ████, and █████ █ ██.
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[DATA EXPUNGED] "Extremely, unnecessarily crude. I fail to see the humor in this." -Dr. █████
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A truly four-dimensional model of an octachoron. Under study.
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One week after this last accomplishment, by the family's reckoning, the ██████████' next-door neighbor died in a fire at her home. The [DATA EXPUNGED] Fire Department issued a report naming the source of the blaze to be a can of hairspray fitted internally with a complicated mechanism similar to a pilot light on a stove and left on her bathroom counter. After local authorities learned that Mr. ██████████ had disappeared without warning just prior to his neighbor's death, the archaeologist was brought in for questioning. He, however, escaped the police by impaling [DATA EXPUNGED] and fighting his way out of the station to a side street. He then fled on foot; however, Agent ████, who had heard reports of a murderer with abnormal strength on the run, captured the man and, when it became clear that no alternative solution presented itself, was required to terminate the subject.
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Addendum 960-02:
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Incident 02, 03/02/████
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The curator of the [DATA REDACTED] Museum of Art in ████, ██, United States, having recently acquired SCP-960 and placed it in storage, decided to put it on display. Security footage shows the curator, Dr. ██████ ███, moving the artifact from the basement to a display case on the second floor, without wearing anything on his hands. He spent the next several weeks in his home [which he would have even if SCP-960 had no extraordinary properties, since he had been placed on probation by the museum's board of advisors for disregarding protocol in transporting the fragment without gloves], during which time he brought about:
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A rock opera chronicling the rise and fall of the Roman emperor Octavian, left untitled.
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An emotive modern dance routine involving two male dancers and a trapdoor.
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A sculpture of himself sculpting Michelangelo creating the Pietà. Described as "intriguingly ironic."
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What would later be known as [DATA REDACTED].
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A science-fiction novella about humankind being unknowingly forced into a hopeless battle against extraterrestrial forces by a godlike ancestral species. Overbearingly pessimistic in theme and tone.
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An outline for the polity and doctrine of an entirely new branch of Protestant Christianity, which he named ██████. (Dr. ████ wishes it to be known that the ideology expressed within these documents, while indeed inventive, is tremendously vitriolic. It is possible that the more violent aspects of SCP-960 mingled with the earlier ones- future research should be conducted to verify whether this is possible, or whether Dr. ███ was just a particularly deranged individual.)
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A five-act historical drama about the early stages of the American Revolutionary War; places emphasis upon onstage violence. Has been described as what would happen if Quentin Tarantino collaborated with William Shakespeare to write a play about American history.
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A "lightbulb joke"; researchers with particular political leanings have deemed it unfunny.
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An explanation of the precise nature of dark matter; the validity of this explanation has yet to be determined.
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After an undetermined length of time had passed since this last dissertation, Dr. ███ was caught by state law enforcement as he was plotting a way to free the inmates of a nearby maximum-security prison. Targets of the jailbreak given particular emphasis in the scheme included mass murderers [DATA REDACTED], and local serial highway sniper [DATA REDACTED]. When Dr. ███ refused to surrender and attempted to attack one of the officers, he was killed at the scene.
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Addendum 960-03:
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Incident 03, 19/04/████
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The home of the doctor aforementioned was the target of a burglary on ███ ██ of the same year, as the loft had been vacant for some time. One of the thieves, Russian-born ████ ████████, was charged with transportation and temporary safekeeping of the fragment, among other goods stolen from the building. ████████ decided to keep the artifact to himself and made his escape from the storehouse where it was being kept, according to a statement made under interrogation by his accomplice. Fresh-looking scratches and chips make it seem that he dropped the fragment somewhere along the way, perhaps breaking off the part with the unknown figure mentioned earlier. [The piece was later found and reattached; unknown whether this was of any real consequence.] He then made a home for himself in the sewer, creating the following over the estimated course of one week.
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The score, written in varying shades of green, brown, and red on the sewer walls, for a somber Broadway-style musical about two doomed lovers in WWII-era Stalingrad.
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A tragic retelling of Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker from the perspective of the Rat King, written in the same substances as before. Substances used as "ink" were composed of sewage, fecal material of untested origin, and blood from various species, including rat and human.
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What appeared to be, at one time, a self-portrait; at the time of viewing by Agent ████-███████, the sewage-based "paints" had all but evaporated, leaving only the parts of the image painted in red on the wall. This included the right eye and half of a grinning mouth. ████████ most likely used material with a higher concentration of water to create this, explaining why it disappeared when other samples of it did not.
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The phrase "i am just fine" repeated a number of times along the walls, primarily in brown. Scrawled beneath this in red were the Russian words [DATA REDACTED]. Note: According to family and doctors' logs, the individual had no history of mental instability prior to contact with SCP-960. Dr. ████'s hypothesis about the "tenth muse" influencing the others may be correct; pending further testing.
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What could be best described as a stream-of-consciousness poem, printed entirely in red along fifteen meters of the floor of the sewer. Themes included, involved the existence or nonexistence of both the writer and of God, fear of abandonment, and presumably [REDACTED] - the reference, if it is indeed a reference, is cryptic.
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Little is understood about the "spiritual revelation" brought forth through Mr. ████████ by SCP-960. At first glance, it appears to be a short phrase written in nearly illegible Hebrew, reading "I am the way, the truth, and the life"; however, on closer inspection, the Hebrew characters were composed of strings of English words, detailing what appears to be a [DATA EXPUNGED]. From the quantity of remains in the sewer, it can be concluded that the acts described were performed a number of times. Surviving family members of those taken have not yet been provided with a cover story.
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A one-act play concerning the tribulations of a man who is sent to prison for a crime he did not commit, and who responds to this by breaking free and slaughtering the jury members who voted him guilty. Culminates in the protagonist's onstage suicide. Carved into the floor with something metallic.
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"How do you get an elephant to laugh?" "a feather, a feather, two feathers" [Assumed to be a joke; found etched deeply into the skin on Mr. ████████'s back. Unknown how this occurred.]
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A number of comprehensive diagrams of the anatomy of a rat, accompanied by the claim, written on the ceiling of the sewer and allegedly "proven" by the drawings, that a rat's brain can process and comprehend a number of languages, including English and Russian. This theory has not been submitted to testing, for obvious reasons; however, the lack of ladders or scaffolding in the sewers makes the location of these diagrams much more interesting than their actual content.
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On the night of ██/██/████, the subject left the sewers and broke into a pawn shop; here, he stole a number of weapons and a massive length of wire. He then forced entry into a nearby office building and made his way to the roof, then began firing indiscriminately at the people beneath him and at those in adjacent buildings. Casualties were not given a definite figure, but are estimated to be at least ██. Police soon responded, but Mr. ████████ managed to incapacitate or kill seven officers on the ground before they made any significant progress. When a police helicopter arrived, ████████ - having tied one end of the wire around his ankles and the other to a small fan attached to the roof - jumped from the building, most likely under the assumption that the wire would act as a bungee cord. It instead severed his feet; vital signs were confirmed absent upon landing. SCP-960 was recovered by the Foundation from the sewers beneath, soon afterward.
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More recent experiments have not had the detrimental effects of SCP-960 set in so quickly or so vehemently; research should be directed at understanding why Mr. ████████ was such an anomalous case.
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