Special Containment Procedures: Object is to be contained within a sealed storage tank of heat-resistant alloy with dimensions not less than 2m x 2m x 2m.
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Under no circumstances should SCP-009 be exposed to temperatures in excess of 0°C when not undergoing testing, and no water-based solutions shall be allowed within 30 meters of the object's containment area. Object's chamber is to be fitted with temperature sensors which must be monitored at all times, and is to be kept refrigerated by no fewer than three (3) redundant cooling units. Any malfunction of sensors, or of coolant systems, is to be reported and repaired immediately. If at any time the temperature in the containment area climbs above -5°C, the chamber is to be locked down and flooded with coolant until temperatures return to safe levels (-30°C to -25°C).
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Containment area is to be kept in total vacuum during testing, and personnel interacting with SCP-009 must wear full environmental protection gear. Following testing, all equipment, personnel, and other materials must undergo dehydration procedures and be quarantined for no less than 12 hours. Any moisture found displaying properties of SCP-009 is to be quarantined and added to the containment area as soon as possible. Living organisms found to be contaminated by SCP-009 are to be terminated by chemical dessication and extracted molecules of SCP-009 added to containment.
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Description: SCP-009 is approximately ███ liters of a substance which superficially resembles distilled water (H2O), except with a distinct bright red hue. This red hue is discernible in all phases, and serves as the most expedient method of identifying contaminated matter before its anomalous properties manifest. In contrast to mundane water, SCP-009 assumes a liquid phase at temperatures between -100°C and 0°C, and a solid state above those temperatures. At temperatures below -100°C, SCP-009 vaporizes into a gaseous phase similar to steam.
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Examinations of the atomic structure of SCP-009 have proved inconclusive. The substance appears to be identical to normal water molecules, with the exception of [REDACTED] in contrast to standard laws of enthalpy. Dr. █████, Site ██'s resident expert on Xenospatial Physics suggests that SCP-009 may originate in a universe with alternate physical laws.
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The most hazardous property of SCP-009, however, is its ability to contaminate normal H2O. When in contact with any aqueous solution, SCP-009 will, through unknown mechanisms, transfer its anomalous properties to other objects and creatures. Testing has shown it capable of assimilating ice, steam, tea, fruit juice, seawater, blood, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. The time it takes for this process to occur varies depending on temperature and the exact chemical composition of affected matter, and had been observed as taking between 3 minutes and ██ hours.
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Experiments on D-Class personnel have illustrated the process of conversion by the substance, which has been found to follow a consistent pattern:
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1. Initial Exposure: Subject is exposed to SCP-009, and it begins assimilating any moisture present on the exposed surface. Creatures in this stage do not commonly notice any unusual symptoms except for a slight warming sensation.
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2. Surface Conversion: Frost begins to form on the exposed area as the heat produced by the subject and SCP-009 itself raises its temperature above 0°C. This stage can take anywhere from one (1) minute to █ hours, during which time subjects begin to feel [REDACTED] crystals from the epidermis.
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3. Deep Tissue Conversion: Exponential increase in temperature of SCP-009 causes runaway reaction throughout subject's body, resulting in [REDACTED]. Actual blood loss is minimal due to ice crystals [REDACTED], allowing subjects to remain alive and conscious for up to ██ hours.
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Testing on D-Class personnel was discontinued as of 4/23/20██.
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Addendum: Circumstances of Retrieval: Subject was found in ████, Alaska, on 11/05/19██. The Foundation became involved after reports were obtained from the native ████ Tribe, who came across the mangled bodies of a team of seal hunters which had apparently been ship-wrecked ██ kilometers from the village.
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All victims were found encased in red ice. Cause of death recorded as internal bleeding, though closer examination found [REDACTED]. It is surmised that the low ambient temperatures in the area retarded the freezing process. This prolonged the time to total conversion by ██ hours, and allowed the victims to remain conscious until [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Origin of SCP-009 is currently unknown. Investigation into similar events or materials in the area is ongoing. Evidence at the scene suggests [REDACTED], possibly involving SCP-███.
Addendum: 11/09/19██
+After initial report and retrieval of specimens, it was confirmed that the arachnoid entity found by MTF-B7 (see attached file) was indeed a previously unknown instance of SCP-3023. Investigation has revealed the instance originated in [REDACTED] as a result of [DATA EXPUNGED].
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Addendum: 12/06/19██
+After repeated inquiries, it should be noted that the portion of coastline upon which the initial victims were found was barren rock approximately █ meters from the seashore, and was sufficiently dry and cold to prevent significant contamination of the surrounding area. Had the site been closer to the water, there is little doubt an extinction-level event would have ensued.
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Addendum: 12/16/20██
+Super-cooling of SCP-009 for the purposes of experimentation is disallowed until further notice. Personnel are advised that liquid nitrogen is only to be used on the subject in controlled amounts, and only until temperatures have reached acceptable levels.
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Related note: Possible application of SCP-009 in cold fusion research pending evaluation.
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Memo from O-5 Command: 1/09/20██
+We've decided to keep this thing Euclid for now. We understand the concerns raised, but as long as you keep the power on and nobody goes near its containment area, there shouldn't be a problem. That's why we're keeping it in Site ██, after all.
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As for the cold fusion research, we're putting a pin in that for now. Frankly, we don't have it in the budget for another SNAFU like Site ██. The salvage team still hasn't found Dr. █████'s [REDACTED]
The following experiment record was recovered via a chance occurrence of SCP-507 shifting into a universe in which the described test was carried out using SCP-107. The applicability of the reported findings to our own universe is pending review.
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Special Containment Procedures: Object is kept within a five (5) by five (5) by two point five (2.5) meter square room constructed of cement (fifty (50) centimeter thickness), with a Faraday cage surrounding the cement walls. Access is via a heavy containment door measuring two (2) by two point five (2.5) meters constructed on bearings to ensure door closes and locks automatically unless held open deliberately. Security guards are NOT to be posted outside SCP-055's room. It is further advised that all personnel maintaining or studying other SCP objects in the vicinity try to maintain a distance of at least fifty (50) meters from the geometric center of the room, as long as this is reasonably practical.
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Description: SCP-055 is a "self-keeping secret" or "anti-meme". Information about SCP-055's physical appearance as well as its nature, behavior, and origins is self-classifying. To clarify:
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SCP-055's physical appearance is unknown. It is not indescribable, or invisible: individuals are perfectly capable of entering SCP-055's container and observing it, taking mental or written notes, making sketches, taking photographs, and even making audio/video recordings. An extensive log of such observations is on file. However, information about SCP-055's physical appearance "leaks" out of a human mind soon after such an observation. Individuals tasked with describing SCP-055 afterwards find their minds wandering and lose interest in the task; individuals tasked with sketching a copy of a photograph of SCP-055 are unable to remember what the photograph looks like, as are researchers overseeing these tests. Security personnel who have observed SCP-055 via closed-circuit television cameras emerge after a full shift exhausted and effectively amnesiac about the events of the previous hours.
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Despite SCP-055's container being easily accessible, all personnel at Site 19 claim no knowledge of SCP-055's existence when challenged.
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All of these facts are periodically rediscovered, usually by chance readers of this file, causing a great deal of alarm. This state of concern lasts minutes at most, before the matter is simply forgotten about.
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A great deal of scientific data has been recorded from SCP-055, but cannot be studied.
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At least one attempt has been made to destroy SCP-055, or possibly move it from containment at Site 19 to another site, meeting failure for reasons unknown.
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SCP-055 may present a major physical threat and indeed may have killed many hundreds of personnel, and we would not know it. Certainly it presents a gigantic memetic/mental threat, hence its Keter classification.
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Document #055-1: An Analysis of SCP-055
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The author puts forward the hypothesis that SCP-055 was never formally acquired by ████████████ ████████ and is in fact an autonomous or remotely-controlled agent, inserted at Site 19 by an unidentified third party for one or all of the following purposes:
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to silently observe, or interfere with, activities of humanity worldwide
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to silently observe, or interfere with, ████████████
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Hey, if this thing really is an "anti-meme", why doesn't the fact that it's an "anti-meme" get wiped? We must be wrong about that somehow. Wait a minute, what if we were to keep notes about what it isn't? Would we remember those? Bartholomew Hughes, NSA
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Document #055-2: Report of Dr. John Marachek
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Survey team #19-055-127BXE was successfully able to enter SCP-055's container and ascertain the appearance and, to some degree, the nature of the object. Notes were taken according to the project methodology (see ████████████), after which the container was sealed again.
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Excerpt from a transcript of personnel debriefing follows:
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Dr. Hughes: Okay, I'm going to need to ask you some questions about number 55 now.
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███████: Number what?
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Dr. Hughes: SCP object 55. The object you just examined.
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███████: Um, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't think we have a 55.
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Dr. Hughes: Okay, then, ███████, I'd like you to tell me what you've been doing for the past two hours.
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███████: What? I… <subject appears uncomfortable> … I don't know.
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Dr. Hughes: Okay, then, do you remember that we all agreed that it wasn't spherical?
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███████: That what wasn't… Oh! Right! It isn't round at all! Object 55 isn't round!
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Dr. Hughes: So you remember it now?
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███████: Well, no. I mean, I don't know what it is, but I know there is one. It's something you can't remember. And it's not a sphere.
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Dr. Hughes: Wait a minute. What's not a sphere?
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███████: Object 55.
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Dr. Hughes: Object what?
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███████: Doc, do you remember agreeing that something wasn't shaped like a sphere?
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Dr. Hughes: Oh, right!
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Personnel involved in Survey #19-055-127BXE reported moderate levels of disorientation and psychological trauma associated with cycles of repeated memory and forgetfulness of SCP-055. However, no long-term behavioral or health problems were observed, and psych assessments of survey personnel showed consistent reports of this distress fading over time.
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Recommendations: It may be worthwhile to post at least one staff member capable of remembering the existence of SCP-055 to each critical site.
Special Containment Procedures: The property surrounding SCP-1019 has been purchased underneath the Foundation mining front "Atlas Burning." Provisional Site-127 is to be established near the main entrance of SCP-1019. Armed guards are to patrol the facility with one being stationed at each known ventilation site and two being positioned outside of the main entry way into SCP-1019.
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SCP-1019-A is contained within a standard containment unit. Personnel are not allowed to interact with it following its initial recovery.
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Description: SCP-1019 is the designation given to an underground facility located in Alcross, Sweden. The facility's layout is almost identical to Site-179's underground component, however numerous wings including D-Class housing and office spaces are inaccessible due to cave-ins.
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Scans of SCP-1019 for antimemetic, temporal, and cognitohazardous effects are all negative. All other hypotheses as to the creation or manifestation to SCP-1019-A are to be submitted to Research Team Caviidae.
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Exploration into the Site has also noted the following:
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Foundation documents noting the locations and containment status of known anomalies previously or currently contained at Site-179 each with varying degrees of accuracy
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A photo of the previous Site-179 director's daughter in the cafeteria
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A file containing all D-Class currently present at Site-179
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A bunker component that when scanned was predicted to reach the same depth as Site-179's XK-class bunker
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A key card owned by Site-179's previous director
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SCP-1019-A is the designation given to an amalgamation of several human bodies. All DNA testing preformed on SCP-1019-A has reported inconclusive results. SCP-1019-A has a roughly spherical shape and is only capable of minimal movement. It is able to speak, though it shows no further signs of intelligence. All speech of SCP-1019-A is to be considered incoherent and is to be ignored.
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Recovery: On 05/31/2032, SCP-1019-A was discovered by an agent in a Keter Wing containment cell. During the encounter all information was lost along with said agent — with the exception of her clothes, equipment, and weaponry which had been abandoned nearby.
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I know it's your little "vacation" right now six, but I'm gonna suggest you return early. Admin's now been catching wind of this misters shit and he's threatening to join in on the hunt if this latest skip is another one of those damn things. Not the best thing to happen if you ask me. The mentions of Wondertainment's right now being scrubbed from those other two files, but even then there's not much else that's really there. I doubt they'd be able to help much more than the rest of the council.
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Excuse 1019's file also, I'm sure you've already read it, but you should know that it's been edited for privacy.
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The agent was one of your elites, X-04. Sent her into that old bunker, right? She didn't come back out. All I have is a recording of this thing. You have to watch for yourself.
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00:30:21:02: The camera is pointed towards a mass of adipose and muscular tissue. It is rhythmically moving. A gun is seen entering the frame. The mass stills and several tendrils form on its back. They anchor into the wall and spin the mass around. The camera moves back revealing the full room. It is a standard XK-class preparation office with a mostly rotted desk in the center. There are no other notable features.
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00:30:50:12: An arm raises off of the side of the mass. It wheezes. The mass' eight front facing eyes look at the camera.
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00:30:53:10: It settles and laughs through the multiple mouths on its cranium.
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00:30:53:10: It begins to speak through the various mouths.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A - "Been a while since I've moved."
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00:31:04:32 A tendril forms on top of SCP-1019-A's head, pointing towards the gun.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A - "You don't need that here, you know?"
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00:31:04:32 X-04 inhales sharply, lowering the gun.
+Con.: X-04 - "Who are you?"
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00:31:10:03 After a pause it begins moving back and forth.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A - "Who aren't I?"
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00:31:15:06 A smile cracks on the upmost mouth and two more tendrils form from SCP-1019-A.
+Con.:SCP-1019-A - "I'm sure you can tell but I am — Many people, many minds, and many human bits."
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00:31:20:06 SCP-1019-A has stopped rocking. The tendrils are reaching over towards a desk and are tapping on it.
+Con.:X-04 - "Do you know what this place is?"
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00:31:31:16 SCP-1019-A deflates before speaking.
+Con.:SCP-1019-A - "Forgot. I forgot. I've spent so much time, in this head. I forgot."
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00:31:42:19: SCP-1019-A closes its eyes.
+Con.:SCP-1019-A - "I was in my brain too much and still then it wasn't enough. Enough. To become human again"
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00:32:01:13 SCP-1019-A's eye's open again, its lower mouth is ajar and an unidentified fluid is dripping out. The camera moves back.
+Con.:X-04 - "Then what do you know about this place?"
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00:32:10:13 SCP-1019-A's hums and three additional tendrils form from its back. Each tendril begins stroking a different part of its body, situated above the eyes.
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00:33:13:38 SCP-1019-A ceases the action.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A - "It was made to escape. Escape what we thought at the time was disaster. But it was humanity we had been running from. Humanity."
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00:33:30:32 SCP-1019-A closes its eyes. Its body is seen shaking and the left most mouth begins humming. All of the rest of the mouths are absorbed into the muscular tissue.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A -"I…It was coming, as a payment for what I'd done. I'd abandon humanity, we had abandon them. Our oath we took was words and nothing more."
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00:33:30:32 SCP-1019-A opens its eyes, a white and red liquid is flowing from them along with several other orifices, which are presumed to be nasal cavities.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A -"While we hid, we became mechanical, more machine than man. While the outside world, it became human, more and more so. But we had holed ourselves into the darkness like we had for so many years before, though this time it was not for humanity, rather it was for ourselves."
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00:34:34:24 Four other mouths form in muscular tissue and popping noises are audible.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A -"We had strayed from the light and we. No you. Paid the price for becoming inhuman… Maybe that's why we're still here, away from the surface, the light. We're together. Together."
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00:35:03:34 The liquid that had previous been apart of SCP-1019-A is beginning to harden into an adipose-like tissue. The camera moves back.
+Con.: X - 04 -"Who is we?"
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00:35:50:23 SCP-1019-A shakes the tendrils on its head.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A -"We. Us. You. I. ……1, but you know him as your boss don't you? When the disaster, humanity, came, our secrets they fell. We fell. There was no use in having them. There never was. I'm sure you understand the protocols."
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00:36:03:38 The camera turns to face the entrance of the room. For second of the recording the entrance is seen covered by the adipose flesh.
+Con.: SCP-1019-A -"I'm sure you saw it on your way down. Down here. I imagine it's also what you cleared through. I had to. We had to too. It's my punishment for abandoning humanity. We never abandon it. And now I think humanity wants it to be yours as well. We want you, to see, our clarity."
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I know you’ve been entrusted with all physical copies of the documents. I expect you to bring them to me. There's a scan of a document from -A. Compare them with the others.
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After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun?
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Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector!
Building containing SCP-1080, prior to disappearance.
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Item #: SCP-1080
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1080 and its accompanying documentation are to be kept at Site 38 in a locked containment room. Under no circumstances are any children below the age of 13 to be allowed near the vicinity of SCP-1080 except for experimentation purposes. Any reports of behavior similar to that of SCP-1080-1 specimens are to be met with immediate investigation and containment of potential subjects.
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Description: SCP-1080 is a large black rectangular chamber, 2 meters wide, 3 meters long, and 1.5 meters in depth, resembling a sensory deprivation chamber in shape and size. Despite the resemblance, the tank contains no water and has no windows. The tank has no controls; its magnetic locking mechanism activates only when a child is placed in the chamber, and no means available to the Foundation have been able to determine what happens when the chamber is locked.
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Experimentation carried out after Incident 1080-Alpha reveals that children who enter the chamber emerge three to five days later, aged to approximately twenty years old. Time elapsed depends on the age of the child upon entering the chamber; regardless, the age of the resulting adult is consistent. SCP-1080 has no effect on humans over the age of 13, and children between nine and twelve typically emerge with massive physical disabilities and psychoses.
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Humans exposed to SCP-1080 are designated SCP-1080-1. They will have no discernible personality, will not speak under any circumstances, and will respond only to an identification number tattooed onto the back of the left hand below a barcode. Even then, the human will respond only to the commands "Come here," "Leave," and "Fix this." The last command will work only when SCP-1080-1 is presented with a motor vehicle. SCP-1080-1 specimens encountering any small motorized vehicle (automobiles, motorcycles, etc.) with any system functioning at less than optimal quality will repair the system in minutes, using whatever materials are available. Speed, efficiency, and quality of the repairs will be far beyond the abilities of any other mechanic.
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Addendum 1080-A: Recovery Report The tank was discovered in an unidentified brick building found in a heavily wooded area outside ████, Tennessee on ██ October 20██. The building's presence was considered anomalous due to the testimony of people who frequently hiked through the area, all of whom insisted it had not been there previously. By the time Foundation researchers reached the building, the only object remaining inside was SCP-1080. X-ray analysis of the object detected a number of unusual mechanical components embedded in the walls of the chamber (later experimentation proved such analysis is impossible when the chamber is locked); however, it proved impossible to determine the tank's function - no formal documentation was found with the object, and the object had no markings indicating its purpose or capabilities. Object classified SCP-1080. Two days after the tank was removed from the building, the building disappeared and could no longer be located anywhere in the forest.
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Addendum 1080-B: A single scrap of paper was recovered from the building containing SCP-1080. The paper, which appeared to be a piece of an invoice of some kind, read as follows:
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SOLON CRECHE ENTERPRISES
+MMXV THIRD CIRCLE
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Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-133 are stored in their original shipping crates, which are to be stored within a standard Safe-class storage container at Site 19. Experimentation with SCP-133 may only be performed with prior written permission from at least two (2) Level 4 Personnel.
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Description: SCP-133 are a set of six hundred and thirteen (613) black, circular pieces of a waxy, paper-like material 5 cm in diameter. When placed against a solid surface and rubbed, SCP-133 will instantaneously "transfer" to the surface and create a circular hole. Testing has shown that SCP-133 is capable of penetrating up to 61 cm of structural grade steel, though the exact degree of penetration is reduced by extremely smooth or highly dense materials. Examination of holes created by SCP-133 show that they are superficially smooth, but exhibit tool marks consistent with that of extremely fine boring implements at a microscopic level. The exact mechanism by which SCP-133 operates is still under investigation.
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SCP-133 came to the Foundation's attention following a string of high-profile burglaries in the city of ████ ████ ████, ██. Suppressed surveillance footage and forensic evidence were brought to the attention of embedded Foundation agents in local law enforcement agencies, and upon attempting to apprehend the culprit, subject placed an instance of SCP-133 over his chest and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Local law enforcement officers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] were administered Class A amnestics and released.
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The original shipping crate in which SCP-133 was found has been shown to be immune to SCP-133's effect despite being composed of ordinary wood, and has been incorporated into the containment procedures for SCP-133.
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Addendum 133-01: Shipping Label Found With SCP-133
Special Containment Procedures: The primary sample of SCP-1361 is to be kept in an environmentally sealed chamber at a constant temperature of 4°C. SCP-1361 is to be fed a small mammal weighing 1-5 kg once per day, or as necessary to maintain its mass within 45-65 kg. In the event that the primary sample's mass exceeds 107 kg, 50% of its mass is to be removed and destroyed by incineration. All incinerations of SCP-1361 material are to be performed in environmentally-sealed areas and air is to be completely filtered before dispersal into the atmosphere. All persons handling SCP-1361 are to make use of a portable oxygen supply and wear appropriate safety gear.
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Description: SCP-1361 is an amorphous mass of animal tissue, similar in appearance to mechanically separated meat. Tissue analysis indicates that SCP-1361 contains DNA markers from 37 distinct species, including Bos taurus, Gallus gallus, Sus scrofa, Felis catus, Canis lupus, Mesocricetus auratus, Columba livia, and Homo sapiens sapiens, and that it consists primarily of muscular and connective tissue and fat. SCP-1361 also contains high concentrations of ammonium hydroxide and is caustic to exposed flesh. SCP-1361 possesses no sensory organs or internal structure and demonstrates no indications of being intelligent or aware of its environment.
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Due to its lack of specialized organs, pieces of SCP-1361 can be removed or reattached without any harm to the organism or the removed portion. SCP-1361 is capable of limited locomotion along flat surfaces by means of contracting and expanding itself. SCP-1361 has been observed to move at a constant rate of 1.3 meters per minute, irrespective of its current mass. Quantities of SCP-1361 smaller than 5 kg do not demonstrate an ability to move. When not interfered with by outside stimuli, SCP-1361 will move in a straight line until it encounters a barrier larger than its current height, at which point it will begin moving in a different direction.
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If SCP-1361 encounters any biological matter while traveling, it will attempt to form itself around it and engulf the object. Within 15-30 minutes of engulfing a biological object, SCP-1361 will digest it and its mass and volume will increase by the mass and volume of the object engulfed. SCP-1361 has demonstrated an ability to digest any plant or animal matter introduced to it, including wood, clothing, hair, bones, and samples of organic SCP objects not known to be destructible by conventional means. Non-organic material contained within the consumed object is not digested and remains within SCP-1361 indefinitely. SCP-1361 does not excrete any waste after feeding. SCP-1361 loses mass at a rate of 1 kg per day and must consume at least that much to maintain its mass. If not fed, SCP-1361 will continue to lose weight until it is no longer capable of locomotion, at which point it will begin to spoil and grow mold; SCP-1361 can be considered dead at this point and will no longer feed. Rate of decay, and the corresponding requirement to feed, increases dramatically if the temperature of SCP-1361 is above 20°C.
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If SCP-1361's mass exceeds 107 kg, it begins exuding a highly pleasant aroma, described by a D-class handler upon accidental exposure as smelling "better than a rare steak, crispy fried bacon, and a wet [EXPLETIVE DELETED] all rolled into one." Humans and other carnivorous animals exposed to SCP-1361 in this state will experience a strong desire to approach and consume SCP-1361, uncooked, regardless of the caustic damage caused to the hands, mouth, and throat by this process. Once eaten, the consumed matter will begin to engulf the subject from the inside, digesting and turning them into another instance of SCP-1361 over the course of approximately 4-6 hours. Testing indicates that consuming approximately 0.5% of the subject's body weight in SCP-1361 is necessary for the transformation to occur; however, individuals exposed to SCP-1361 and allowed to do so frequently consume far in excess of this amount, beyond the normal ability of an individual of their species. All secondary samples of SCP-1361 produced in this manner behave identically to the primary sample, except that DNA markers from the individual consumed will now be present.
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SCP-1361 remains in this state until its mass drops below 50 kg, either due to being consumed, due to pieces of it being removed, or due to loss of mass from not eating. Testing has indicated that the ability to digest a subject after being consumed is not limited to the periods when SCP-1361 is emitting the scent described above and that it persists after being cooked. The scent given off when SCP-1361 is cooked has been described as more pleasant than its uncooked scent; D-class personnel exposed to it have engaged in irrational behavior and physical violence in an attempt to gain access to samples of cooked SCP-1361.
Special Containment Procedures: Site-121 has been established in and around the building above SCP-1406, surrounded by a barbed-wire fence monitored through several CCTV cameras installed around the perimeter. A cover story regarding restoration of the building by a land-owner has been circulated.
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Description: SCP-1406 is a medium-sized structure located in a heavily damaged building in ████, France. The structure consists primarily of brick and sheets of steel, and is affixed with a wooden door.
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Individuals inside SCP-1406 have reported experiencing various hallucinatory and psychological effects. These have included:
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Observing what was described as a mating pair of heavily injured Octopus vulgaris (common octopus) in the center of the room. Injuries included skin lacerations and several amputations, as well as a green-brown discolouration.
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A pronounced sensation of the interior of SCP-1406 being slightly larger than the exterior by a minor factor.
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A professed sense of slight forgetfulness, which persisted upon exiting SCP-1406.
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SCP-1406 contains an object resembling a normal chair constructed of ten to twenty (10-20) small pieces of metal. The object appears to be coated in a semi-transparent, mildly luminescent violet liquid. Analysis of this fluid has shown it to be a mixture of tyrian purple dye, tungsten and several unidentified substances. Several seconds after removal from SCP-1406, this mixture will invariably cease luminescing.
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In addition, SCP-1406 houses a small, brick fireplace, containing an exothermic variant of the same fluid.
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Incident 1406-e: On 2011-05-02, an individual (later positively identified as ████ ██████, a resident of the local village of ███████) was found attempting to access SCP-1406. The individual was detained and interviewed, repeatedly stating his belief that a significant event would occur in the near future relating to SCP-1406. No further useful information was gained from interviewing the subject, and the individual was put under observation.
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At 19:34, a visual phenomenon was noticed to occur at three points in the vicinity of SCP-1406, these being: a point several metres from SCP-1406 itself, at the edge of a forest █ kilometres away, and in a field of cattle in ███████. In each case, several pulses of light were produced in quick succession. At the second and third locations, significant charring was noted to occur despite no noticeable flame; a tree at the second location and a bull at the third were both severely damaged as a result.
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No charring was noticed on the building surrounding SCP-1406. Later investigation revealed a figure resembling a semi-humanoid head several metres from SCP-1406, constructed primarily of wood and a small mass of cattle tissue matching the affected pine and bull. This object has since been put into storage.
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Shortly after this, Mr. ██████, began loudly vocalising in French, and expressing distress (see Document 1406-2).
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Document 1406-2:Abridged transcript of the speech produced by Mr. ██████ during Incident 1406-e.
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[…]When the universe was young, the entity was a great, massive thing. Its form was twisted, unnameable and ancient, as to drive men mad in their attempts to envisage it. And so, this being of such scale spawned the many, who were not as immense, but were numerous to the extent of measure. […]
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[…] As reality grew old, so too did the entity. The span of its existence was inconceivably long, but not infinite. Its nature approached order and sense, and its image now could no longer drive men mad as once it did. It became small and shriveled where once it was colossal, and infirm where it was once powerful. In time, the entity was no longer a god to men, and it became forgetful and tired. So very tired. What little potency it had left it used to influence former worshipers to care for it, while it sat beneath its shrine in the warmth. […]
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[…] The many, now fully formed and independent from their creator, left to thrive at the far extents of the universe. Once every million years, they returned to where the entity had gone to endure the rest of its existence as a ritual of their nature, but they soon grew weary of this. Their creator was no longer even aware of the things it had made, and paid them no heed when they arrived. Soon, the many, even more fragile than their forebear, fell apart with the passage of time, their remains forming a great mass at the cold, unstable edges of reality […]
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[…] for what remnants of the many remained, at this place bound by no laws, thought was interchangeable with matter. And in their decaying bodies was the memory of sapience, which became sapience. And so, one final thing formed from the many.
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The collective, a shambling, unfocused, designless creature, with a mind that was barely functional, and which barely existed at all. And so, this patchwork thing slowly returned in the vague direction it recalled from the pieces of the many. […]
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[…] Granddad? You seemed sad, so I made this for you. Granddad? Are you okay? […]
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[…] Do you remember me?
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Following this, Mr. ██████ was unresponsive to interrogation. Mr. ██████ is still under observation.
Special Containment Procedures: Each member of SCP-1454 is to be housed separately in a standard cell of the type used to contain Safe-class humanoid SCP entities. Standard rules and regulations pertaining to contained humanoids are to be applied. During good behavior, SCP-1454 may be allowed to perform menial tasks not related to SCP containment in exchange for access to approved entertainment and reading material.
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SCP-1454 individuals are not to be brought into contact with each other, directly or indirectly, except for testing purposes. All members of SCP-1454 are to be kept on standby observation at any time another member is undergoing testing, surgery, or is at a significant risk of life-threatening danger. Use of amnestics on any SCP-1454 specimen is to be avoided except as a last resort.
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Description: SCP-1454 consists of four human males, designated SCP-1454-1 through SCP-1454-4, each 36 years old at the time they entered Foundation custody in 20██. All four are in good health and display no unusual physical impairments for human beings of their age. DNA testing has indicated that the individuals comprising SCP-1454 are genetically identical to a degree similar to identical twins.
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The members of SCP-1454 possess a shared memory - each SCP-1454 specimen has full access to the memories of every other member, and is constantly aware of what the other three individuals are doing and experiencing at any given moment. The means of data transmission between the individuals is unknown. Attempts to block shared memory by imposing physical distance, solid barriers, electrical fields, hallucinogenic drugs, or [REDACTED] have all proven unsuccessful. Use of amnestics upon one member of SCP-1454 similarly affects the other three with regards to the memories deleted. All four members of SCP-1454 act independently of each other. In spite of the shared memories possessed by the four, no evidence of a "hive mind" or "group consciousness" has been observed. Individuals have demonstrated no ability to consciously induce another to act.
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All four members of SCP-1454 have been diagnosed with a unique psychological illness related to their shared mental state. Each individual member of SCP-1454 is unaware that there are three other humans identical to him and possessing the same shared memory, and is of the belief that he himself has personally experienced all the memories that his mind has access to. All SCP-1454 individuals are of the belief that this state is typical of human beings, and in interviews have neither found it unusual nor made any attempt to explain or rationalize having several simultaneous and contradictory sets of memories. When two or more SCP-1454 individuals are brought into each other's presence, each will fail to recognize the other as a duplicate of himself, and will become extremely confused and agitated as a result, often leading to physical violence.
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SCP-1454 was discovered by the Foundation in 20██, when all four individuals comprising it simultaneously threatened to commit suicide by jumping from the windows of four separate tall buildings in downtown ███████, ██. Examination of government records found that the individuals, who all identified themselves by the name "Eric ███████", had all lived and worked in the ███████ area. All four possessed identical drivers' licenses and Social Security cards, and had filed tax returns each year claiming income from five sources. One birth certificate, five houses, seven automobiles, six college degrees, and seven marriage licenses were found to be associated with the name. A death certificate was also found to be associated with the name, belonging to an individual who had been killed in a drunk driving accident two days prior.
Dr. ██████ : Good afternoon, SCP-1454-1. How are you doing today?
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SCP-1454-1: Great, thanks. And call me Eric.
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Dr. ██████ : If you insist. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. Before you came into our custody, what did you do for a living?
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SCP-1454-1: I was a lawyer at [REDACTED], a public relations specialist at [REDACTED], a freelance photographer, a featured columnist in [REDACTED], and I owned and operated a small chain of seafood restaurants in the greater ███████ area.
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Dr. ██████ : And what order did you hold those jobs in?
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SCP-1454-1: All at once.
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Dr. ██████ : I see. How many hours did you work a week?
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SCP-1454-1: Just depended on the workload… 195 at the least, but there are times I was putting in a 280-hour week.
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Dr. ██████ : Are you aware there are only 168 hours in a week, Eric?
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SCP-1454-1: Of course I am. I think I've earned enough college degrees to know something like that.
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Dr. ██████ : How is it that you managed to work more hours in a week than there are in a week?
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SCP-1454-1: Well, I never said it was easy. Sometimes I'd be asleep in bed or on vacation and I'd still be working overnight getting the books squared away.
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Dr. ██████ : How were you able to work while you were sleeping?
Footnote: SCP-1454-2 had not been interviewed by or met Dr. ██████ prior to this interview.
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<Begin Log, ██/██/20██>, 9:48 AM
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Dr. ██████: Good morning, SCP-1454-2.
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SCP-1454-2: Nice to see you again, Doc. And like I said before, call me Eric.
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Dr. ██████: Of course, Eric. Can you tell me how you're doing right now?
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SCP-1454-2: Great. I'm sleeping in, having breakfast, and reading a great book about [REDACTED].
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Dr. ██████: Indeed. I'd like to ask you a few questions about your childhood.
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SCP-1454-2: Shoot.
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Dr. ██████: Did you have any brothers or sisters?
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SCP-1454-2: No, but there were always these other kids hanging around the house. I don't know why my parents let them in all the time - they were always so mean to me. Especially at school.
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Dr. ██████: How so?
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SCP-1454-2: You know how little kids will walk around copying you sometimes to make fun of you? Repeat everything you say, dress like you, act like you? They'd do that to me all the time. They even went around telling people that they were me and I was the copycat. I don't know why - I don't even think they liked each other that much.
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Dr. ██████: Did you ever tell your parents? Or your teacher?
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SCP-1454-2: They never did anything about it. They just laughed, or they looked at me all confused. That's why I always spent so much time in my bedrooms; to keep away from them.
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Dr. ██████: How many bedrooms did you have?
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SCP-1454-2: Five, same as everybody.
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Dr. ██████: Let's change the subject. Who was your first high school sweetheart?
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SCP-1454-2: Cindy, Mary, Emma, Kate, and Jane.
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Dr. ██████: I asked about your first girlfriend, Eric. Which of them was first?
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SCP-1454-2: Kate, I guess. But the rest were my first girlfriend too. How many first girlfriends did you have?
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Dr. ██████: We're here to talk about you, Eric.
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SCP-1454-2: Sorry.
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Dr. ██████: Did you marry any of them?
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SCP-1454-2: No, we all broke up. On the same night, actually.
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Dr. ██████: How's that?
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SCP-1454-2: I invited them all to the senior prom. You should have seen the six of us - like a fairy tale. But it's the damnedest thing. Remember those kids I was telling you about? They were dating them too!
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Dr. ██████: Could you explain that?
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SCP-1454-2: Well, I went to get Kate a glass of punch, and when I was dancing with Cindy I looked over and saw one of them kissing Emma! And so I went over to yell at him, and he starts copying me again like when we were little, and he's telling everyone that I stole his dates! And then I see Mary with the other one's arm around her shoulder… I got my ass kicked that night, but I dished out as much as I took.
Dr. ██████: Good evening, SCP-1454-3. How are you tonight?
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SCP-1454-3: Couldn't be better, I'm eating three delicious dinners in my rooms right now. And it's still Eric.
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Dr. ██████: I'd like to talk to you about the day you were arrested, Eric. Why were you up on that ledge?
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SCP-1454-3: Well, I was a little upset about having died.
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Dr. ██████: Excuse me?
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SCP-1454-3: I died just a few days before that and it was too much to bear.
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Dr. ██████: But you're not dead.
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SCP-1454-3: Well, of course I am. I remember it distinctly.
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Dr. ██████: Please elaborate.
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SCP-1454-3: I was driving home from the office and this car on the other side of the road swerved and hit me head-on. My seatbelt came undone and I got thrown through the windshield and landed face-first on the pavement. I couldn't move and I was bleeding all over the place. The paramedics showed up and started talking about I was going into shock and they needed to get me to the ER, and I was starting to crash, and then I died.
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Dr. ██████: I see. What happened after that?
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SCP-1454-3: I was pretty upset about it. I called my wives right away, but they didn't understand. So I came home early from work, canceled my dinner date with my new girlfriend, and caught the first plane back from Detroit to be with them.
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Dr. ██████: What happened the next day?
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SCP-1454-3: I went to my jobs and everyone was acting like they'd seen a ghost. They were saying they'd heard about me dying on TV. I saw it on the news myself, but I don't understand why it was such a big deal. Everyone dies for the first time sooner or later, right? They even said they were already making plans for the funeral.
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Dr. ██████: Did you go to the funeral?
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SCP-1454-3: Of course. Put on my best black suits and went with my wives. But what I saw there was what really set me off.
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Dr. ██████: What was that?
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SCP-1454-3: It wasn't me in the coffin at all! It was one of those other assholes! Here I am, dead, and they still think it's funny getting themselves killed just to piss me off! I tried to explain it to my wives, but…
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Dr. ██████: …But?
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SCP-1454-3: The rest of them were there too. And they were all telling me "Leave my wives alone!" Like I don't know my own wives? That was when I had enough. I took off and decided that if I couldn't even get away from those bastards at my own funeral, maybe they'd leave me alone if I ended it all.
Special Containment Procedures: Only minimal security measures are necessary to contain SCP-1483, due to both the nature of the property and the difficulty in accessing it. All entry and exit to Universe B-10208-Alpha-1483 is to be regulated by Falcon and Dustside Stations, located on both sides of the transition zone. In the event of aggressive invasion of Baseline by SCP-1483, the emergency charges around Dustside Station are to be detonated, cutting off access to SCP-1483.
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All personnel assigned to the Foundation embassy or any other Sites within the boundaries of SCP-1483 may only be held accountable to the provisions of their Basic Operations Charter by the Overseer Board. In all other matters, personnel are to be held to the laws of SCP-1483, and all provisions of the agreements made with the Throne of the Empress and the Imperial Institute of Paranatural and Esoteric Study, henceforth referred to as IIPES.
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Foundation sites within SCP-1483 are considered a semi-autonomous district of operations under the Exploratory Research Provisions (O5 Special Order 108-A). The position of Commissioner has been instituted with Level-5 clearance to oversee Foundation operations within SCP-1483. The individual holding the position has no authority outside of this jurisdiction.
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Description: SCP-1483 is the continent of Antarctica, as confirmed by local maps and day/night cycles, located in Universe B-10208-Alpha-1483 and entered by means of passing through a small crevasse1 located in the Queen Alexandra Mountain range (Coordinates: [REDACTED]). The transition location is classified as a SSUIS2 (Stable/Stationary/Unaided/Instantaneous/Safe/Two Way) universal overlap.
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SCP-1483’s environment is most notable in its overall lack of surface ice. The majority of the continent consists of a central BWh desert region, interspersed with seasonal rivers and lakes. Vegetation is sparse, and primarily consists of coastal forests and scrubland. Agriculture is carried out during the summer months through a complex series of irrigation canals and large plantations, taking advantage of glacial melts.
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The average summer temperature is approximately 35° C (95° F), with winter temperatures reaching -35° C (-31° F). The cause of this temperature, and the implications on the rest of the planet's climate, are unknown at this time. Many species of native life bear no resemblance to Baseline species, and several have been specially bred or otherwise modified by SCP-1483-1. There is no indication of biological cross contamination between SCP-1483 and Baseline: similarities are the result of convergent evolution.
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The sapient inhabitants of SCP-1483 are designated as SCP-1483-1, Homo antarcticus. The exact lineage of the species is unknown at this time, though the last shared ancestor with H. sapiens is considered to be the B-10208-Alpha-1483 instance of H. heidelbergensis. A single sub-species and numerous racial variants exist, as well as several clades formed by the application of specific anomalous properties to certain populations.
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See Addendum-02 for a listing of major clades of SCP-1483-1.
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SCP-1483 is currently unified under the Third Antarctic Empire,2 a matriarchal imperialist monarchy overseeing seventeen dependent provinces. Provincial governments are answerable to a central regulatory bureaucracy operating out of the capital. The current imperial government was founded in 1526 CE, and is the third such ruling body to unify the continent. Records prior to year 2-151 (553 CE)3 are both rare and generally inaccurate.
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The Empire’s technology level is roughly equivalent to that of 20th century Baseline, with certain exceptions. Nuclear, geothermal, and solar power are more prevalent energy sources than fossil fuels, while communication and aerospace technologies lag behind the Baseline significantly. Wired telecommunications and primitive computing systems are extant only within developed areas. The majority of the population of SCP-1483 resides in urban centers connected by a train network, or large plantation settlements. Most settlements contain subterranean districts for inhabitation during the winter months. Mainstream Imperial culture is a highly stratified, female-dominated class system, though regional variants or throwbacks to older cultural structures exist in outlying areas.
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The existence of anomalous objects is common knowledge within the Empire, officially dealt with by the Imperial Institute of Paranatural and Esoteric Study and military force as necessary. The Foundation is treated as a public ward of the IIPES. The Foundation’s presence and purpose in SCP-1483 is tolerated by Imperial authorities: However, the Foundation is limited to operations within authorized areas. Access to sealed records, specific information regarding items under the Institute’s control, and any information deemed sensitive by the Empire or IIPES is likewise limited.
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See Addendum-01 for a listing of major anomalous objects under Imperial control.
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When questioned about regions outside of the borders of SCP-1483, an Imperial liaison responded: “The dealings of savages and their rotting lands are of no concern to us. Do not waste your time in asking after them.”
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Addendum-01: The IIPES has cataloged over three thousand anomalous items and entities since its founding during the Second Empire Era.4 Of note is the presence of certain patterns within anomalous items that do not exist within the Baseline, with some correlation with SCP-1483c. The Institute’s philosophy towards anomalous items is focused primarily on destruction of threats, study, and public preparation. Approximately five hundred items are actively contained or monitored by the Institute at this time. The most notable of these include:
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• SCP-1483a: “Sanak Thiuh” – The remains of a massive unknown organism, much of which currently serving as the framework of the Imperial Palace. Estimates of SCP-1483a’s initial size have indicated that the creature weighed in excess of 10,000 tonnes. The entity features heavily in local folklore, albeit in generally unproven and often contradictory accounts. What can be said with certainty is that SCP-1483a’s death led to the formation of the First Empire.
+• SCP-1483b: “The Maws of Eser” – A series of UMUID1 (Unstable/Mobile/Unaided/Instantaneous/Dangerous/One Way) universal overlaps which will randomly manifest across SCP-1483. These overlaps are visible, though intangible, appearing as dark clouds at ground level. Their appearance is accompanied by the manifestation of 3-20 SCP-1483-1f, which will consume all life in their path, and will persist for 1-6 hours. Periods of manifestations vary between 15 seconds and up to 45 days, with an average of 10 to 12 hours.
+• SCP-1483c: “The Blessings of Aqum” – An overall term applied to eighteen known schools of occult practice. Folklore claims that these schools originated with a series of objects used to kill SCP-1483a, though this has not been confirmed. Information regarding SCP-1483c is highly regulated by the Institute, though it is known that forms of SCP-1483c have been used in modification of the populace, and that the eighteen schools are practiced throughout the Empire.
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Addendum-02: Notable clades of SCP-1483-1 include:
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• SCP-1483-1a: “The Summer Court” – The majority population of SCP-1483-1. Generally similar to Baseline humanity, though more resistant to extreme temperatures and possessing an overall more broad build.
+• SCP-1483-1b: “The Black Court” – A subspecies of SCP-1483-1, specialized to survive outside in winter conditions by means of a thick layer of body fat and fur. Incapable of reproducing with other clades. SCP-1483-1b traditionally takes over most facets of public life, including the senate, military, and administrative positions, during the winter months. Summer months are spent in nomadic communes.
+• SCP-1483-1c: “Menders” – Members of the religious hierarchy of the Empire, possessing a second pair of arms, with segments of a seemingly decorative, metallic exoskeleton encircling the limbs and torso. Capable of dispelling instances of SCP-1483b.
+• SCP-1483-1d: "Watchers-Upon-All" – The rarest clade of SCP-1483-1, generally found serving in special positions under direct instruction of the Empress or leading bands of SCP-1483-1c. SCP-1483-1d specimens stand approximately 2.5 meters in height, possess two additional pairs of arms, and have more extensive iterations of the SCP-1483-1c exoskeletons. Iris and sclera of the eyes are completely black. Local myths claim that SCP-1483-1d have received “all blessings” of SCP-1483c.
+• SCP-1483-1e: Minor Clades - This classification includes all minor clades native to outlying provinces that have not yet been studied in detail by the Foundation.
+• SCP-1483-1f: “Feastlings” – Entities that will manifest alongside SCP-1483b instances. SCP-1483-1f will appear as emaciated SCP-1483-1, and are singularly violent in behavior, attacking and consuming any nearby organisms.
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Addendum-03:
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A timeline of Foundation involvement in SCP-1483 is as follows:
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• ██/██/1912: The first evidence of SCP-1483’s existence can be traced back to the journal of one ████████ ██████, a member of the British Antarctic Expedition 1910 under Robert Falcon Scott. ████████ claimed to have seen dark-skinned humanoid figures emerging from a rift. He was unable to make contact with the entities, but nonetheless provided a detailed description of the figures. ████████ did not alert any other members of the expedition about the event.
+• ██/██/1989: ████████’s journal was recovered from a Marshall, Carter and Dark auction house. It is cataloged without study.
+• ██/██/1991: The journal is removed from storage by Dr. Edith Yard. Plans for an expedition are made.
+• ██/██/1994: A reconnaissance force consisting of Strike Team Iota-15 makes the first foray into SCP-1483. O5-08 pushes for further exploration of SCP-1483 and contact with the natives.
+• ██/██/1996: A second reconnaissance mission is made by Iota-15.
+• ██/██/1997: The third and final reconnaissance mission is made by Iota-15.
+• ██/██/1998: The Yard Expedition makes contact with the Imperial government for the first time.
+• ██/██/2000: The Foundation embassy is founded in the imperial capital of Rootrel. Official agreements of the occupation are signed by Empress Utmai Cjen VI, detailing the rights and functions of Foundation personnel within SCP-1483 and procedure for communication with the outside.
+• ██/██/2000: Dr. Edith Yard is appointed to the position of Commissioner.
+• ██/██/2001: Dustside Station is built at the point of transition.
+• ██/██/2002: Falcon Station is built on the Baseline point of transition.
+• ██/██/2004: Site-1483-Alpha is built in Saqin Province.
+• ██/██/2007: Site-1483-Beta is built in Grey Mountain Province.
+• ██/██/2009: Site-1483-Gamma is built in Isul Province.
+• ██/██/2010: Dr. Edith Yard dies due to respiratory infection.
+• ██/██/2011: Dr. Thomas Bailey is appointed as Commissioner.
SCP-1608 during a lower atmospheric manifestation event over Area-78.
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Item #: SCP-1608
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: All avian species found to be part of SCP-1608's diet are to be maintained in an aviary within Area-78. Satellite footage of this area is to be scrubbed by Foundation personnel.
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Members of MTF-Kappa-11 "Red Barons" are to track and monitor SCP-1608's current location and report its status to Area-78. Airborne personnel are to maintain a distance of 150 meters away from SCP-1608's estimated location, to prevent their crafts from being damaged during containment events. Seaborne personnel are to report any manifestation events they observe. If containment is breached, members of MTF-Kappa-11 are to follow its hypothesized location until it manifests, then release food for it in a trail leading back to Area-78.
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Description: SCP-1608 is a Balaenoptera musculus, or blue whale, located between 50-110 meters above the earth's surface. It is estimated to weigh 154 metric tonnes and has a length of 29 meters. Its flipper has been imprinted with a stylized image resembling clouds. Further observation has been hampered by SCP-1608's anomalous property.
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SCP-1608 is intangible, and will spend most of its time drifting through the atmosphere. It appears to have limited control over its movement, and will attempt to steer itself towards food and objects it believes to be food. During this time, SCP-1608 is impossible to observe, as all methods of tracking airborne bodies have proven ineffective. SCP-1608 manifests physically once every half hour, and will remain corporeal for a period between 16-20 seconds before returning to intangibility. It is hypothesized that SCP-1608 manifests to breathe and excrete waste.
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When feeding, SCP-1608 will move itself so that its prey is situated within its intangible stomach, then re-manifest for a period between 1-3 seconds to consume it. This effect will also cause any other solid matter within its form to be taken into SCP-1608's body. Prior to containment, SCP-1608 caused the near extinction of several high-atmospheric birds due to its rapid consumption of these animals.
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In addition, any other matter taken into SCP-1608's body that is not consumed will be released from its body some point after being taken inside. There appears to be no upper limit to the amount of matter SCP-1608 is capable of holding, and no additional space appears on its body to compensate for this additional mass. Artifacts dating back to as early as 1776 have been discovered originating from its mass.
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SCP-1608 was first observed by the Foundation on 8/11/1929, after reports of several whaling ships sighting of a "massive airborne whale" reached Foundation agents embedded in Tokyo, Japan. Subsequent sightings provided cause for a Foundation investigation, however all investigation into the anomaly was suspended due to budgetary concerns.
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Containment began in 1976, after personnel in Tokyo rediscovered the original reports and alerted local command to the anomaly. After brief scouting missions to the previously reported area, the anomaly was confirmed and containment procedures were enacted. As of 03/19/1980, SCP-1608 has been classified as Euclid.
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Addendum: Log of items consumed and produced by SCP-1608.
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??/??/1928
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Reported from original documentation. Consumed a portion of a whaling ship. Note that this is the lowest atmospheric levels reported from SCP-1608 activity.
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12/19/1976
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Took one Foundation aircraft which had been scouting the area SCP-1608 was reported to inhabit. The pilot, Agent Byrne, was reported as MIA.
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03/11/1980
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Expelled materials appearing to belong with a British whaling ship, including a watch tower, circa 1898. The remains of an unidentified human was found preserved with the watch tower, and the subject appeared to have expired upon exiting SCP-1608.
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05/27/1982
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Expelled approximately 324 members of the bird species ██████ ████, which had been extinct since 1900. All instances of ██████ ████ were contained at Area-78's aviary.
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08/19/1991
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Flag originating from a Spanish vessel dating from at least 1776 was expelled from SCP-1608. Appeared to be drenched in SCP-1608's blood, however no damage was noted on SCP-1608.
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07/07/1999.
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The remains of a Foundation aircraft and Agent Byrne were released. Autopsy showed Agent Byrne was killed upon exiting SCP-1608. No other abnormalities were noted with the body or aircraft.
Note: SCP-1720 was declared neutralized on 9/8/62. The following information has been kept for historical reference.
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Item #: SCP-1720
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Object Class:EuclidKeter Neutralized
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1720 is currently being tracked by multiple ground stations and orbital assets under Foundation control, and any changes in orientation or orbital velocity must be reported immediately. Suppression of knowledge of SCP-1720 is underway with cooperation from the United States National Aeronautics and Space Agency and the various space groups of the Union of Socialist Soviet Republics.
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Description: SCP-1720 is a lunar orbital probe formerly designated as "Pioneer P-3" and launched by the United States on 11/26/59. Officially, the launch vehicle suffered a malfunction approximately 45 seconds after launch and the payload was subsequently destroyed. All data following this point has been redacted from public records and false files implanted in government files. During the launch of the probe, the vehicle was struck by an object of presumed extraterrestrial origin entering our atmosphere. From captured footage, the object appears to be no more than 11 cm in diameter, dark, irregularly shaped and possibly crystalline in composition. Following the impact and loss of control, the probe managed to reach low Earth orbit despite damage to its primary systems.
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For several weeks following the launch, sporadic telemetry received by ground stations indicated that SCP-1720 was in an erratic, constantly changing orbit consistent with periodic adjustments made via the probe's on-board propulsion systems. After extensive long-range observation, it was determined that not only was the probe acting independently, it appeared to be using its scientific instruments and on-board camera to perform directed study of surface areas of the Earth as well as other orbiting satellites.
On 3/21/61, a close pass using a Soviet intelligence satellite was used to take detailed photography of SCP-1720. During this pass, several anomalous events occurred:
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SCP-1720 matched velocities with and followed alongside the observing satellite for a distance of approximately 1,200 km despite it being deemed impossible for the original propulsion system of Pioneer P-3 to perform such a precise maneuver.
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Extensive "growth" was observed originating from an impact hole in the side of SCP-1720. Though the viewing angle did not permit detailed study, this mass was observed to move and "pulsate", suggesting that it may be of organic or biological composition.
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SCP-1720 circled around and studied the observing satellite before drawing away, behavior consistent with curiosity. As no transmissions have been detected that would suggest that SCP-1720 is being controlled externally, this suggests that it may be a living and possibly sentient entity.
On 5/11/61, a directed transmission positively identified as originating from SCP-1720 was detected by U.S. satellite [REDACTED] as the two objects were within 200 km of each other. After several minutes of not receiving any response, SCP-1720 approached and made contact with the satellite before drawing away.
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The transmission was recorded and is now being analyzed, and telemetry from [REDACTED] is being monitored for signs of unusual activity.
On 5/18/61, contact was lost with [REDACTED]. Observation from ground stations has confirmed that [REDACTED] is now autonomous and is moving in tandem with SCP-1720, and has been designated SCP-1720-2.
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A proposal for reclassification to Keter is being sent up due to SCP-1720's potential for breach of secrecy and further compromise of orbital assets.
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As of 7/5/61, SCP-1720 has been reclassified as a Keter-level extraterrestrial threat by O5 Council directive. Permission has been granted to attempt to use a prototype anti-satellite missile to disable or de-orbit a SCP-1720 instance for testing purposes.
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Addendum 1720-05: Researcher Note, Incident SCP-1720-029 and SCP-1720-33
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An anti-satellite missile was launched at SCP-1720 on 9/8/61. All four instances of SCP-1720 not only managed to evade the missile but somehow disabled and dismantled the weapon, then proceeded to integrate its components into themselves. Due to the continuing threat to orbital assets, the upcoming United States "Fishbowl" series of high-altitude nuclear tests is being co-opted to deliver a high-yield warhead in an attempt to neutralize the SCP-1720 swarm.
On 7/9/62, the US high-altitude nuclear test designated "Starfish Prime" was successfully deployed within 2 km of the center of SCP-1720. Damage assessment is currently underway.
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Following extensive observation of the fused wreckage, all seven instances of SCP-1720 have been declared neutralized as of 9/8/62. Negotiations with the United States government regarding the unexpected high-intensity electromagnetic pulse and subsequent property damage as a result of the boosted warhead yield is currently under discussion.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-181 lives in the class D personnel dormitories on Bio-Research Area-12. SCP-181 is, for all intents and purposes, a Level 0 clearance personnel, knowing vaguely the nature of the SCP without any sensitive information having been revealed. Researchers and surveillance staff are reminded to not single SCP-181 out of his class D group. SCP-181 is to be rotated to a new dorm once a month instead of regulation class D termination. SCP-181 is not to be submitted to any new or Keter classified SCP testing sessions.
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Memo to all staff:
+In light of recent discoveries re SCP-181's anomalous properties, 181 has been transferred to Site 27-█ and placed in solitary confinement. All staff are ordered to take the fullest possible precautions when operating within the site. 181 is not to be allowed interaction with site personnel beyond the bare minimum to ensure survival and security. -Dr Knucklebone
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Description: G████ O██████, formerly LvD-87465, had been incarcerated for repeated offenses of defrauding the Nevada Gaming Commission. Following the 18th month of his life sentence, he was quietly moved to Armed Reliquary Containment Area-02, where he was initiated and assigned a Level D clearance. His first exposure experiment was with SCP-███, and the results were bloody but expected. When LvD-65468 was exposed to SCP-███, he rampaged and killed those in the room, but SCP-181 was spared when an armed response team put down LvD-65468.
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SCP-181 was included into an experiment with SCP-075 the week following the incident with SCP-███. It was during this test that SCP-181's unnatural effect on probability was discovered. When placed in the containment chamber with an activated SCP-075 to measure its speed and reflex time, SCP-181 managed to avoid SCP-075 a total of 3 times before suppression teams refroze SCP-075.
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Having survived not one but two Keter class exposure experiments, SCP-181 was a statistical anomaly. It would be his third week and full seven days of survival with SCP-082 that prompted Dr. G███ D██ to investigate.
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It was Dr. G███ D██'s hypothesis that SCP-181 was generating these statistical anomalies without his knowledge. After nearly flipping 50 heads on a coin, rolling 25 7s on a pair of dice, and pulling all 13 hearts out of a standard deck of playing cards, Dr. G███ D██ got executive permission to experiment with SCP-███. After rolling 19 green circles and succeeding in recreating 4 classical masterpieces of varying art forms, SCP-181 rolled SCP-███ again. As the object came to rest on the red triangle, the facility experienced a tremor caused by an incident with SCP-216, and SCP-███ fell on a green circle. Dr. G███ D██ then reclassified LvD-87465 as SCP-181, sparing him from the routine monthly termination of class D personnel.
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SCP-181 shows signs of affecting the causal probability around him by no will of his own. However, tests show that efforts to remove as much chance from an event as possible reduce SCP-181's effect on the event.
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Addendum 1-A-07X█: As of █/█/20██, SCP-181 has been transferred and security protocols tightened. It was discovered by Dr. ███████ in a recent audit that overall death and injury rates for Bio-Research Area-12 had increased in the time of SCP-181's confinement by nearly ████████████ percent (███%). It is theorised that SCP-181's anomalous properties affect probability by [DATA EXPUNGED] chaos theory states that the potential effects of such interference could lead [DATA EXPUNGED] worldwide scale. Further information is available only to personnel with clearance levels of 4 and above, due to the possibility of further [REDACTED].
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1837 is to be suspended in a liquid containment unit, located within Site-77's Safe SCP wing. Currents are to be created within this unit, keeping it suspended in the center of the unit at all times. Daily maintenance is to be performed to ensure no mechanical errors occur. In the event that SCP-1837 breaches containment, security teams with hoses are to bombard the affected area with a basic solution until it can be re-contained. Fire extinguishing systems may also be activated.
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Diluted samples of its excretions are to be contained in Site-77's chemical hazard research center, where they are available for testing and are currently in use for containment of SCP-122.
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Description: SCP-1837 is a cleaning mop, with a handle constructed out of wood and the mop portion of wool cloth.
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The head portion of SCP-1837 is constantly exuding an acidic liquid. Any solid surface coming into direct contact with this acid will disintegrate over a period of several hours, depending on the composition of the material. If exposed to other liquids, the effect will be reduced, with complete dilution occurring when SCP-1837's acid is at 10000ppm.
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When exposed to environments affected by its effect, SCP-1837 will become animate and attempt to repair the damage or disfigurement the acid has caused. SCP-1837 achieves motion by autonomously gliding along smooth surfaces. It is unable to move past simple barricades but due to its effects most obstacles will eventually be destroyed.
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Occasionally, other behaviors will be observed by SCP-1837, such as attempting to prevent itself from coming into contact with a solid surface, obtaining various cleaning materials to try and remove SCP-1837-2 and hiding when a human subject discovers it. In addition, SCP-1837 has been observed cleaning rubble and other damages created by its effect or outside sources.
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SCP-1837 was contained after a containment breach by SCP-039 with SCP-1957 and E-4250, on 11/14/████. During the re-containment operations, SCP-1837 was found surrounded by a large pool of SCP-1837-2. Containment specialists have theorized that SCP-1837 had been created by cross-exposure to the anomalous effects, or had been planted in Site-77 by outside forces during the breach. SCP-1837 was contained and classified as Safe on 2/13/████.
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Addendum: On 11/16/████, Site-77 was assaulted by individuals believed to be connected to the [REDACTED] group. After-action analysis of security logs shows that SCP-1837's containment was accidentally breached by [REDACTED] as part of an explosive entry into the Safe level containment wing. SCP-1837 appeared to hover over the rubble before rapidly progressing behind the intruders, attempting to remove the rubble they left behind. It reached [REDACTED] where they were engaging on-site Security and proceeded to transmute the floor they were under into a pool of its acid, causing 11 deaths and 6 casualties. This effectively ended the incident and allowed MTF-Psi-7 to restore containment.
Special Containment Procedures: Newly discovered instances of SCP-1911 are to be immediately reported to the supervising director. If at all possible, recording equipment should be set up in the domicile currently occupied by SCP-1911, and the following supplies are to be made available to SCP-1911:
Supplies for knitting, quilting, sewing, or basket weaving,
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Adult diapers in the current target's size.
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The target of SCP-1911 is to be kept alive and restrained by all possible means. If SCP-1911's target escapes, it is to be returned to the residence and restrained. If SCP-1911's target expires, observers of SCP-1911 are to be returned to Site-54 for reassignment, and the occupied domicile is to be scrapped or repurposed.
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Description: SCP-1911 is an entity taking the form of one (1) to approximately thirty (30) elderly females (which are referred to in reports by numerical designation), all of whom identify as grandma, gramgram, nanny, grammers, etc. SCP-1911 targets single, human males living alone, then attempts to entice them into allowing them access to their domicile. If SCP-1911 is denied access, more and more instances of the entity begin to appear, attempting to access different points in the home—door, windows, garage or storm doors, chimneys, etc.
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If SCP-1911 is continually denied access, it will attempt to force its way into the domicile. This rarely succeeds, as in spite of numbers, instances of SCP-1911 have no more physical strength than an elderly, human female. After failing to force its way into the home, SCP-1911 will dissipate. Usually, a plate of cookies, cakes, or sweets will be left on the doorstep with a handwritten note, expressing condolences at having not been able to spend time with 'my grandson.' The target is never mentioned by name.
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In the event that SCP-1911 gains admittance to a residence, one instance of SCP-1911 immediately begins to communicate with the target, asking about a variety of subjects. It is currently believed that SCP-1911 uses a form of cold reading to determine information about the subject, then begins to expand the conversation. Usual topics include the target's parents, job, studies, or significant other.
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Other, non-conversational instances of SCP-1911 proceed to clean the residence. In all cases, the personal effects of the occupant are arranged, categorized in some logical form, and cleaned. Careful inspection reveals a complete lack of fingerprints, hair follicles, dander, or any other evidence of human occupancy. SCP-1911 instances will cook for the target, knit or crochet articles of clothing for them, and, if necessary, feed them.
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In all instances, SCP-1911 continues to occupy the residence until the target expires or leaves for an extended period of time, at which point, instances of SCP-1911 express confusion at why the target would leave or stop talking to them. Instances of SCP-1911 wander away and dissipate over a period of one (1) to seven (7) hours after growing increasingly angry, bitter, and resentful at the lack of communication, leaving walkers, wheelchairs, canes, medical equipment (notably oxygen tanks and hearing aids), and purses. A full list of currently recovered items, collectively stored at Site-54, is available upon request.
SCP-1911 first came to Foundation attention in 1951. Since then, at least fourteen (14) infestations have been discovered, mostly after the infestation has dissipated. Four successful containments have been established.
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Dunlap, Virginia
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Target expressed confusion over the presence of SCP-1911, though he eventually admitted the instances. After phoning the local police about possible dementia patients having wandered away from their caregivers, Foundation operatives moved in and restrained the target. Target attempted to escape seven times, two of which were successful and resulted in additional restraints being placed on the subject. Lobotomy was suggested and carried out with approval. Target died due to choking in 1959.
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Oxford, Mississippi
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SCP-1911 manifestation was reportedly extremely similar to the target's grandmother, who had recently passed away. Target admitted SCP-1911 immediately and willingly stayed and talked to the instance, leaving for short periods to buy more necessities. Target continued to contain SCP-1911 unknowingly until his death in an automobile accident in 1964. SCP-1911 was reportedly present at the target's funeral, though no one acknowledged any resemblance.
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Target managed to maintain his distance through use of personal weaponry, killing seven manifestations. At some point, the target slipped off his roof, falling and breaking his leg, at which point he was overcome. SCP-1911 instances then relocated the target to the inside of the domicile and proceeded to care for him while he recovered. Foundation personnel managed to locate the target shortly after food supplies ran out, and after restraining him, SCP-1911 containment was considered active. Subject expired in 1989 from sepsis due to bedsores which SCP-1911 failed to detect.
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The current target of SCP-1911 is John Cheever (b. 1973), currently residing in Romney, West Virginia. Mr. Cheever's family is under the impression that the house was sold in 1992, and that Mr. Cheever severed all ties with them. Currently, the continued exposure to SCP-1911 has produced a Stockholm Syndrome effect, and Mr. Cheever believes that all instances of SCP-1911 are, in fact, his grandmothers.
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Current research is continuing on reproducing this effect as means to lower escape rates at future instances.
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Addendum SCP-1911-T:
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Recent audio reports from the current containment location of SCP-1911 were recently analyzed in a study by Dr. ██████, who reported that SCP-1911 often talked about the current target's 'cousins.' Research revealed that none of these 'cousins' existed. However, when compared to information from previous contaminants, several analogous instances were noted. The following is the originally discovered excerpt:
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12 JAN 1999, 14:43
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SCP-1911-1: Did I tell you about your cousin Maurie?
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Target: No, grams. How is he?
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SCP-1911-1: Well, let me tell you. You know he broke his leg?
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Target: Did he grams?
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SCP-1911-1: He did! And you know that gramma was there to take care of him, of course. And he was so angry and upset… Oh, heavens, he was upset.
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Target: Well, you know how he is.
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SCP-1911-1: Oh, I most certainly do. He was fighting and yelling and screaming, fit to be tied!
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Target: Why did he do that, grams?
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SCP-1911-1: Oh, you know him. Just ornery and hateful. Always has been. Can't help but lash out at people.
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Target: I'm sorry, grams. What happened?
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SCP-1911-1: Well, he got sick and died, honey. Not then, but later. I was so sad to see him go…
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Currently, this information is being used to search for undiscovered infestations of SCP-1911. Any notable similarities between these and real life events should be immediately reported to the supervising director.
SCP-1911-1: Did you know that your cousin Tony is in college now? He's going to be a doctor! Well, gramma couldn't be prouder of him. He works so hard. I wish he'd call. You know I went to see him again, and he wouldn't even answer the door?
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SCP-1911-1: Oh, you know how Hayden was. Always looking for a quick buck. Well, gramma helped him out, and he never even said thank you. Well, he came back, and grandma asked him what he'd been doing, and do you know what he was doing? He'd been out drinking! Well, grandma wasn't going to have any of that, so she just went ahead and gave him some of her medicine to calm him down. Do you know he made such a mess of his bed? He used the bathroom in it and… oh! Gramma couldn't even get him to wake up. I guess he was just too drunk still. I finally had enough and just left, but goodness. What a rude boy. I blame poor parenting.
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SCP-1911-1: Oh, I felt so foolish. When I went to visit Roddy—you remember Roddy?—when I went to visit Roddy, I went to make him some tea, and then, he started screaming and crying so loudly all of a sudden. Well, gramma went up to check on him, and he was so upset and angry. Well, gramma forgot about the kettle, and… One thing led to another, and Roddy just went ahead and made me leave, and wouldn't you know it? His house caught fire. Oh, gramma felt so awful about that…
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SCP-1911-1: Well, when I went to visit your cousin Ned, he was so rude. He was shoving and yelling at gramma so loud… And, well, I wouldn't ever think of doing anything, but you know your grandma Sophia? Well, she just couldn't take the way he was treating me anymore, and she picked up a lamp and just thwaped him right up side the head! Oh, gosh, I was so surprised. We got him to the couch, but he was plumb out of it by then.
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-2021 is contained inside an opaque container at least 30 cm x 20 cm x 10 cm. All instances of SCP-2021 must be accounted for, and logged if lost during experimentation.
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Description: SCP-2021 is the collective designation of 131 (formerly 140) sheets of U.S. Letter-sized copy paper, found inside a cardboard box labeled in permanent marker "single-sided paper, please hold by the sides, patent pending place for my stuff". The obverse sides of the sheets are normal white copy paper, and the reverse sides apparently "invisible" or otherwise empty space. Stacking the sheets one atop the other has no anomalous effect, and use of opaque storage containers has been successful in containing the sheets.
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Experiments 2021-01 - 03
+Attending researcher Dr. Jaime Marlowe, D-14190, D-█████, one hamster
+Note: Prior to the experiment, Dr. Marlowe lost grip on a sheet of SCP-2021, causing it to land obverse-down onto a table. Instance could not be retrieved and no trace of the sheet could be detected
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Log 1: Dr. Marlowe places a sheet (with a strip of tape affixed to the edge to allow for easier retrieval) obverse-down onto a hamster placed on a table. Hamster remains visible, though shows signs of distress. Hamster crawls out from underneath the paper. Dr. Marlowe places the sheet reverse-down onto the hamster. The sheet flattens smoothly upon the surface, leaving no trace of the hamster. Dr. Marlowe carefully drags the paper along the surface of the table before lifting it again, successfully retrieving the hamster.
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Log 2: Multiple sheets of SCP-2021 are taped together and suspended with a wire from the ceiling of the testing chamber to create a larger opening. Two Class-D personnel, (D-█████ and D-14190) are ordered to stand opposite one another with the sheet between them; the person behind the obverse side could see the shadow of the individual before them, while the person behind the reverse side could clearly see the other individual. The individual on the reverse side failed to heed instructions and reached out into the "invisible" side of the paper, before quickly withdrawing their hand and making contact with the outer edge of the paper. D-Class experienced a mild paper cut but nothing else unusual.
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Log 3: The experiment was repeated with Dr. Marlowe and D-14190. D-14190, facing the reverse side, could see Dr. Marlowe on the obverse side. The two could communicate verbally without issue. After some time, D-14190 was ordered to reach out and grab a volumetric beaker located on the table next to Dr. Marlowe. D-14190 complied, reaching into the empty space and successfully retrieving a beaker. However, the beaker located next to Dr. Marlowe was untouched.
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Addendum 1: D-14190 sought medical attention, complaining that their arm "[felt] like it belongs to someone else". Psychological examination revealed nothing anomalous in the patient, though the symptoms described are consistent with agnosia.1 D-14190 also claimed to be unable to identify objects by touch using their right hand, consistent with astereognosis.2 It should be noted D-14190 used their right arm in the experiment with SCP-2021. Dr. Marlowe has noted a similar effect on her left-hand middle and ring finger tips.
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Addendum 2: Several weeks after the experiment's end, Foundation personnel reported the lingering smell of decomposition in the testing chamber used in the experiment. Two thorough cleanings were done, but failed to remove the odor. The chamber has been temporarily shut down pending further attempts to fully cover the odor.
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-2064-A, -B, -C, and -D are to be contained in separate standard humanoid containment chambers. Subjects are not allowed to be in contact or communication with one another outside of interrogations and/or testing. When subjects are together, they are to be physically restrained at all times, and accompanied by no fewer than 4 guards armed with non-lethal weaponry.
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Description: SCP-2064 refers to four individual women, going by the names Mars (SCP-2064-A), Kit (SCP-2064-B), Ruth (SCP-2064-C), and Reese (SCP-2064-D). When grouped in mutual line of sight and/or sound, the women experience a shared delusion in which they believe themselves to be a band of robbers and mercenaries, guided by two fictitious individuals named "Frank" and "Andy".
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As a group, the subjects are able to communicate complicated details and abstract concepts to one another non-verbally, and develop a higher tolerance for physical pain. Additionally, they demonstrate a sophisticated knowledge of skill sets essential to their "trade", including expert handling of firearms and improvised explosive devices, knowledge of American Sign Language, safe-cracking, vocal impersonation and ventriloquism.1
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Discovery: SCP-2064 first came to local ██PD attention on 9/██/20██, during a botched robbery of a local bank which ended in a firefight. 13 officers were killed and 7 wounded in the exchange, and all four subjects escaped and managed to evade police detection. They re-surfaced in nearby ██████ County, California, where they stole a number of small arms and heavy ordnance from a National Guard depot. Federal authorities became involved at this point, as security footage showed the subjects wearing body armor and carrying illegal firearms prior to the theft.
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Foundation personnel became involved on ██/██/20██, when the subjects successfully infiltrated Site-██. Security became alerted to their presence early on, and three of the subjects escaped in the ensuing firefight. SCP-2064-D was wounded attempting to escape and was taken into Foundation custody.
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The three remaining subjects began to show a marked depreciation in skills as future incidents were more regularly botched, ultimately leading to the capture of SCP-2064-A on 11/10/20██. The two remaining subjects were arrested seven weeks later in a failed heist, and later remanded to Foundation custody. Under interrogation, subject claimed to have been an unwitting participant in the crimes, and could not identify the other subjects.
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The arms taken from the subjects upon their respective arrests had no serial numbering, manufacturers' marks, nor any record of production that could be found. The armor used was similarly free from any identifying marks or source. None of the subjects' financial records showed purchases of firearms of any sort, nor any significant monetary withdrawals. As such, it is unknown where or when the equipment used by the subjects was acquired.
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Interviewed separately, the subjects could provide no clear explanation for their actions, nor provide a coherent or accurate account of the events as they unfolded, including SCP-2064-C who outright denied the events having taken place.
(Foreword: SCP-2064-A "Mars" is a 27-year-old computer programmer and amateur wrestler, with no history of violent crime. Subject previously lived in █████████, Hawaii and had no prior contact with any of the other subjects before the first bank robbery.)
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Dr. Marlowe: You can't tell me anything about the crime spree, then?
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Mars: No. I just-I just saw it happen. Like… like, it happened and I was there. But like, that's it.
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Dr. Marlowe: You saw it unfolding, but you couldn't control yourself?
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Mars: No, I could control myself. I just didn't. It was, like, a dream. You know, like, when you're in a dream and it's like… you're a different person. You're fully aware and conscious of what, of what you're doing and stuff. But like… you wake up and you're someone completely different, like "Wow. I almost died in that brutal firefight, and for a quick moment I was actually pissed off that I didn't…". Can I use a bathroom, please?
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Dr. Marlowe: What do you know about a "Frank" or "Andy"?
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Mars: [Subject begins to tremble and look physically ill] I don't know those names… I killed people, didn't I? I'm not going home again.
(Foreword: SCP-2064-B "Kit" is a 38-year-old single mother and former stock model. Priors include arrests for trespassing, multiple counts of battery, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest, and vandalism. Subject previously lived in ██████, New York and had no prior contact with any of the other subjects before the first bank robbery.)
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Dr. Marlowe: "Kit"… where's that name come from?
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Kit: I don't know.
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Dr. Marlowe: Nothing significant behind it?
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Kit: No.
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Dr. Marlowe: Why the name, then?
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Kit: It's just what we called each other. Like when you hear someone calling your name in a crowd. You just instinctively respond to it. Someone said "Hey, Kit" and I instinctively responded to it.
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Dr. Marlowe: Given your record, it doesn't really surprise me to hear that you were the muscle of the group.
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Kit: "Muscle"?
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Dr. Marlowe: You don't remember the firefights?
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Kit: I remember sneaking around places, cramming myself into tight compartments, nearly blowing our cover when I nearly had an asthma attack about a foot away from an armed guard.
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Dr. Marlowe: When it came to firefights, you were the one carrying the heaviest armor. Heaviest gun. Wore a welder's mask. Witnesses said you took bullets without budging.
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Kit: Eyewitnesses? Because their testimony is always so fucking reliable, right?
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Dr. Marlowe: You don't remember any of that?
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Kit: Right now I'm more focused on trying to figure out what happened from what I do remember, and how the fuck I'm going to explain all of this to my daughter.
(Foreword: SCP-2064-C "Ruth" is a 21-year-old college student. Criminal records were expunged due to subject being a minor and first-time offender at the time. Subject previously lived in ███ ██████, California and had no prior contact with any of the other subjects before the first bank robbery.)
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Dr. Marlowe: You say nothing happened?
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Ruth: Nothing. I don't know what happened, I'm… I don't… [Subject begins to break down]
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Dr. Marlowe: I just want to know what you know. As far as I can tell, it seems like you were a victim here, too. I'm not police, you don't have to hide anything from me.
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Ruth: I told you I don't know. I don't — I don't know who those other women are. I don't know why they call me Ruth, I've never heard of any Ruth… I just wanna go home.
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Dr. Marlowe: Do you remember talking to, or hearing about a "Frank" or an "Andy"?
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Ruth: No, no, I told you already no. I don't know anyone! I don't know anything!
(Foreword: SCP-2064-D "Reese" is a 29-year-old detective in [REDACTED] Department in ███ ██████, California. Subject is the sole individual with any history with one of the other subjects.)
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Reese: I've never used my gun. Never needed to.
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Dr. Marlowe: Still, you would have had firearms training —
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Reese: Yeah, I did. With a pistol. Not with a… one of those big fucking things you caught me with.
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Dr. Marlowe: Do you remember using it?
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Reese: Yeah, I remember. I lived it. I can't explain how or why I did it. It was like I was drugged. I was conscious and aware, but everything I did and said was like… It was like a game. I wasn't focused on 'kill that person, shoot out that camera, sneak into this hall', I was more focused on… 'point your gun in this direction, prevent this object from working, go into this hall' like… like it was a test. Like I got extra points for speed, efficiency, whatever.
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Dr. Marlowe: "Frank" telling you to do these things?
Reese: Nope. Sounds like you've got a lead, though.
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Dr. Marlowe: I'm not police.
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Reese: Still, this is… this is interesting. You know, I'm pretty good at what I do. If you ever need help with finding this "Frank" or "Andy", I'll be glad to help.
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Dr. Marlowe: I'll pass that along to our investigative team. I think they'll be amenable to any help they can get.
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Reese: Thank you, doctor. Really.
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When interviewed together, the subjects are able to faithfully and accurately recount the series of events as they occurred and show no signs of confusion, remorse, or uncertainty.
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Interview Log G-03:
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(Foreword: All subjects were present for the interview. This particular interview was the first to be completed without incident in the form of SCP-2064 subjects attempting to attack personnel and attempt escape)
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(Begin Log)
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Dr. Marlowe: So. Mars, Kit, Ruth, and Reese. Which one of you was the leader?
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(None of the subjects responds)
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Dr. Marlowe: None of you were in charge? You all worked and acted together without anyone giving orders?
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Mars: We all knew what to do.
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Reese: Where to be.
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Dr. Marlowe: How about why did you do it?
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Mars: Why does anyone do anything?
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Dr. Marlowe: Most people don't pick up guns they've never fired before and kill dozens of people in the process of robbing a bank.
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Kit: But we did.
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Dr. Marlowe: How?
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Kit: We just did.
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Ruth: What kind of question is that?
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Dr. Marlowe: According to your initial interviews, none of you ever met prior to the first bank. None of you lived anywhere close to each other. None of you even knew each others' names.
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Reese: I'm Reese. She's Mars.
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Kit: I'm Kit. The other's Ruth.
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Dr. Marlowe: That's not what I meant.
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Ruth: It's what you get, though.
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Dr. Marlowe: How about these people, "Frank" and "Andy"?
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Ruth: Frank was Frank. She talked to us on a radio. Sometimes Andy took over.
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Dr. Marlowe: None of you had radios on you when you were caught.
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Ruth: That's wrong.
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Dr. Marlowe: Did you wear earpieces?
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Reese: We heard them on a personal radio. Do you understand?
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Dr. Marlowe: Yeah, and I'm asking what sort of radio.
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Kit: [Addressing Ruth] "She?"
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Dr. Marlowe: Frank's not a girl?
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Ruth: Frank was Frank. She talked to us on radio. Sometimes Andy took over.
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Kit: She talked to us on radio. Do you understand?
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Dr. Marlowe: None of you were wearing personal radios when you were caught, and none of the eyewitnesses remembers any of you wearing an earpiece.
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Mars: So?
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Dr. Marlowe: So what's going on? You guys keep telling me what you did and how you did it, why can't you tell me anything about how you spoke to "Frank" and "Andy"?
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Reese: Here's what I can tell you. One night I'm going to walk out of my cell and I'm going to find you in your office when you're working late, and I'm going to cut your throat.
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Dr. Marlowe: Guards, would you kindly take them back to their chambers? We're done here.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2241 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell. SCP-2241 is to be allowed access to television and comic books and may be denied access to said items as punishment, if required. SCP-2241 maintains a normal human diet but should be given additional food post-testing if requested. As SCP-2241's co-operation is considered essential to long term containment, personnel are to call SCP-2241 by its given name, "Cameron", when speaking to or nearby it.
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In order to facilitate research, personnel other than the assigned psychologist and those specifically designated may not become friendly with SCP-2241. If personnel suspect that SCP-2241 is beginning to develop a rapport with them, they are required to deter this.
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Description: SCP-2241 is a seven-year-old, brown-haired male humanoid which has a minor telekinetic ability and is showing signs of a latent reality bending ability - see below. SCP-2241 is to be led to believe that the Foundation maintains custody of him for his protection and so that they can learn to understand his powers and use them to develop more "superheroes".
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More specifically, SCP-2241 shows the ability to manipulate objects it can see and which are within approximately six metres of it. In addition to this, manipulated objects may teleport or be changed slightly, implying a more general reality bending ability.
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SCP-2241 is considered a good candidate for long-term/intensive research into telekinesis and reality bending specifically, and anomalous humanoids generally.
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Currently, the leading theory among Foundation researchers is that anomalous humanoids of this type develop stronger or additional anomalous abilities as they age, with the possibility of developing into full scale reality benders increased by emotional stress. As such, it is considered essential to long-term containment and research that SCP-2241 believes he is working with the Foundation.
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Foreword: Interview between Researcher and SCP-2241. Valdez is to attempt to clarify details of the anomalous incident during which SCP-2241 was contained (apparently while stopping a kidnapping), to establish a rapport with SCP-2241, and to make recommendations for research.
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+<Begin Log>
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+Valdez: Cameron, can you tell me what was happening when the fire team found you?
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+SCP-2241: Fire team? You mean the soldier guys?
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+Valdez: That's right.
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+SCP-2241: I was trying to help that lady.
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+Valdez: Why were you helping her?
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+SCP-2241: She looked scared. The bad guy had a gun. She was trying to run away. Someone had to help her.
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+Valdez: But why did you have to help her? Why not run and call the police?
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+SCP-2241: Superheroes have to help people! I can move things without touching them and other people can't so I should use that to help them!
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+Valdez: That's very good of you, Cameron. Have you helped anyone else like this?
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+SCP-2241: No, I've only ever practiced. In the woods and stuff.
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+Valdez: Has anyone ever caught you practicing?
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+SCP-2241: I don't think so, I tried to keep it secret, but sometimes people go for walks in the woods and they might have saw me, but I don't think so.
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+Valdez: Ok, that's good. What kinds of things can you do?
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+SCP-2241: I can move stuff without touching it, but not if it's too far away or if it's too big. Only like a cup across a room or a person's arm or something. Sometimes it can sorta change as well.
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+Valdez: What do you mean by "it can change", Cameron?
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+SCP-2241: Sometimes when I'm moving something it changes to something I want. Like one time when I was moving a stone, it changed to look like a toy I lost. But it changed back after a while, b'fore I even got home.
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+Valdez: Have you ever changed something on purpose?
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+SCP-2241: Not really. Sometimes when I hear my parents yelling I wish they'd stop and they get distracted for a little bit but they usually go back to arguing.
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+SCP-2241 becomes visibly upset
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+Valdez: Do your parents fight often?
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+SCP-2241: No. Not really. They don't mean to be angry.
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+Valdez: Do they ever get angry at you?
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+SCP-2241: Sometimes. Daddy says it's my fault. I should just try harder. Mommy gets mad when my ru-room is messy but I try to keep it clean, I d-don't want her to be mad.
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+Sound of SCP-2241 sniffling
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+Valdez: It's ok, Cameron. You- You're ok here.
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+SCP-2241: Th-hank you.
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+Valdez: You know that ordinary people wouldn't understand about these powers? And that some other people with powers might try to hurt you?
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+SCP-2241: Yeah, heroes have to have a secret iden'ity.
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+Valdez: Did you have a superhero name to protect your identity picked out?
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+SCP-2241: I'm Cameron the cruth- Crusader.
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+Valdez: That's a cool name, Cameron. Because of this danger, you're going to be staying here with the SCP Foundation for a while. Do you have any questions?
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+SCP-2241: What does SCP mean, mister?
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+Valdez: It means "Secure, Contain, Protect".
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+SCP-2241: So it fights bad guys? Like SHIELD and the 'vengers?
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+Valdez: That's right, Cameron. Like the Avengers.
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+<End log>
+Researcher Valdez's Closing Statement: SCP-2241 appears to trust me and believes that the Foundation is attempting to help him as much as possible. SCP-2241's account is consistent with the early stages of a humanoid developing a reality-bending ability. SCP-2241 may have experienced abuse at the hands of its parents, leading to early development of said ability. In the event that a more developed ability is required for research, similar emotional stress can be applied by Foundation staff.
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Addendum 2241-01: Following initial testing, it seems that only a more developed ability will yield new data. Standard emotional manipulation and gaslighting techniques have had no effect thus far. Allowing a D-class to believe he has a valuable hostage in SCP-2241 and a chance to escape may provide the required emotional stimulus.
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Addendum 2241-02: During the hostage situation test, it became clear that SCP-2241 retains an aversion to violence it considers unnecessary. This is undesirable for testing purposes. Placing SCP-2241 in more direct and obvious danger following a violent incident may push it to use its abilities further.
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During this test, SCP-2241 showed direct control over changing the composition of a manipulated object; in this case, it was able to change a knife into a piece of chocolate. Researcher Valdez hypothesised that SCP-2241 was hungry during the event.
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Since the main testing event, it has shown semi-consistent use of this object transformation ability with a slightly extended range for telekinetic abilities.
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Addendum 2241-03:Pending further analysis of the data from the previous test, testing is now on hold by order of the Ethics Committee. After seeing a man killed and using its newly developed violent abilities, SCP-2241 has become unstable in a manner dangerous to both itself and the Foundation. A new Foundation psychiatrist is to be assigned to SCP-2241.
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Overridden by O5-3 upon receipt of full analysis. The data we are receiving has been judged to be worth the danger, and SCP-2241 remains under the illusion that it is working with the Foundation. Testing will go ahead as planned.
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SCP-2241 has stated that it intends to grow stronger to stop more people from dying, and this will help both it and us in this aim. Killing a man with a teleported bullet was a stroke of tactical genius from the SCP object. MTF-Theta-17 will be ready to respond during all further rounds of testing as a precaution. - O5-3
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Addendum 2241-04: Following recent rounds of O5-approved rapid-fire testing with added emotional risks (innocent bystanders and risk to SCP-2241's personal belongings), SCP-2241 has developed many further abilities consistent with reports of late-stage telekinetic reality benders. SCP-2241 can now consistently teleport matter and itself, act upon information from apparently several seconds in the future, and move or transform matter within twelve metres without directly viewing it. Hitherto unrecorded abilities, such as self-duplication, are also present.
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SCP-2241 has also shown good control over its abilities, expressing excitement about "leveling up," the desire to learn more soon and to better help the Foundation. Neurological and physiological monitoring during certain tests has brought some insight into the development of such abilities. Specific areas of the brain have been identified as key to anomalous perception and control, as described in document 2241-Neuro-23.
Manipulation of non-SCP-classification anomalous objects ranging from simple movement and teleportation to complex puzzle solving:
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SCP-2241 had some difficulty with anomalous object displacement at first, describing it as "like grabbing a bouncy ball that won't stop". This was soon overcome, and SCP-2241 was capable of manipulating the more complex objects with ease, only slowed in terms of puzzle-solving skills by the most complex object. Despite initially growing frustrated with this, SCP-2241 was delighted when the anomalous puzzle box contained his favourite brand of chocolate bar.
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Apparent danger to Foundation personnel from "malfunctioning" armed drones:
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SCP-2241 turned the drones on each other, disarming the last by teleporting its weaponry away from it.
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Bomb disposal in the vicinity of "innocent civilian" D-class:
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SCP-2241 appeared to absorb energy of bomb at time of explosion. This mechanism is not well understood, but is believed to be a transformation of kinetic energy to some form of equivalent potential energy.
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A "suicide bomber" attacking "innocent civilian" D-class with the stipulation that the bomber be taken alive.
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SCP-2241 teleported bomb vest into explosive containment vessel, before rendering the bomber unconscious with a punch. Notable in that SCP-2241 did not punch with any unusual force or speed and therefore rendered the bomber unconscious via other anomalous means.
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Injured personnel needing to be moved with extreme precision.
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Impromptu test, SCP-2241 was capable of teleporting a researcher who had fallen down some stairs to the nearest medical bay without displacement of broken collar bone or any discomfort on the part of the researcher.
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"Discovery" of bomb within SCP-2241's personal belongings.
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SCP-2241 became enraged and teleported bomb a great distance into sky before it detonated. SCP-2241 took some time to calm down, repeatedly stating that "no one can take my things. It's not fair. I'm strong. I'm the crusader." Noted lack of precision with abilities when angry. Possibly deliberate show of rage.
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Stealing box from Foundation-modified bank vault
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SCP-2241 managed to teleport in, take the box and "slow down" Foundation sensors after tripping them before they could transmit that someone had been detected. This was only discovered upon later analysis. Clear violation of causality by SCP-2241. SCP-2241 expressed no concern about activities of dubious morality - a clear change from even days ago.
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Long-range surprise attack by robotic mortar:
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SCP-2241 became enraged and caught mortar bomb before throwing it back to the launcher at appromixately 1.4 times the speed of sound. Mortar detonated upon impact with mortar. SCP-2241 is clearly less precise in abilities and more violent generally while angry. Perception problems when angry also seem to be an issue. SCP-2241 was heard to say "I hate them. I'm a Foundation 'venger and I hate the bad guys and I'm gonna fight them all."
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Two "civilians" held hostage in rooms connected via bulletproof glass window by enemies with guns which SCP-2241 was informed were impervious to sabotage. SCP-2241 was also informed that the hostages could not be teleported without physical contact. SCP-2241 instructed to rescue both hostages:
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SCP-2241 duplicated self and teleported both hostages to Foundation "command post" simultaneously, before returning to capture both enemies. SCP-2241 reported nausea afterward but no other ill effects. Lack of attempts to do things SCP-2241 was told were impossible likely indicative of strong loyalty to, and belief in, the Foundation. This ability had not yet been confirmed among any known reality benders.
The Ethics Committee formally recommends that testing be ceased while SCP-2241 receives treatment for severe emotional problems, and personnel are investigated.
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Overriden by O5-3. Testing will go ahead as scheduled. Treatment of known problems will commence immediately afterward. Previous testing was approved with O5 clearance.
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Addendum 2241-05:In light of recent results, psychiatric treatment of SCP-2241 has been delayed in favour of invasive neurological testing with emphasis on closer monitoring of newly discovered hotspots during utilisation of anomalous abilities in live combat. Surgery will commence within the week and SCP-2241 will then be deployed against armed D-class from military backgrounds.
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Testing cancelled by Ethics Committee following routine review. Researcher Valdez under investigation, security clearance temporarily revoked.
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Implanting a monitoring chip into a child this young can not be done without significant developmental damage in later years. This will cause catastrophic problems for both the child and long term containment, given his well developed capabilities. Additionally, deploying a child in combat, even under testing conditions, violates all moral norms. Personnel involved in sweeping the previous rapid-fire tests under the rug are under review. - Ethics Committee ID EC12A51
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Testing reinstated by order of O5-3. Researcher Valdez' clearance restored.
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These tests are more important than one SCP, regardless of whether it looks like a child. Long-term containment and observation is no longer a priority, given the utility of data we have collected via intensive testing in the short term. The risk of the SCP breaching containment is minimal, given its loyalty. We now know which parts of the brain deal with certain anomalous abilities. With more detail, we can see how. We may even learn how to induce these abilities - and we will definitely learn how to neutralise them. - O5-3
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Testing cancelled by O5-4 and O5-7 following investigation of researcher complaints. Researcher Valdez held by security personnel pending council meeting.
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This is too far. We can not let this stand as precedent. This is but one step removed from child soldiers and even less removed from militarising an SCP-level object. - O5-4.
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Testing reinstated by majority Overseer vote following emergency council meeting. Researcher Valdez exonerated. Testing will go ahead at the end of the week, assuming no complications.
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I believe the results will justify both the risks and the means. We are closer than ever to understanding the mechanism by which human brains interact with extranormal phenomena. The emotional and eventual neurological damage to SCP-2241 is… unfortunate but it is also necessary for the advancement of our understanding. In addition, due to the new modification of the monitoring hardware, 2241 can be neutralised quickly should it become a threat at any time after the surgery. - Researcher Valdez.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2327 are to be kept in a woodland habitat in Bio-Site-34 and provided with food as specified by the chief zoologist assigned to SCP-2327, currently Ms E. Potter.
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Personnel entering the SCP-2327 habitat are to wear full HAZMAT suits to ensure no exposed skin, a precaution to prevent accidental activation of an SCP-2327 instance's anomalous effect.
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The population of SCP-2327 is to be kept between 15 and 20 instances. D-class personnel are to be introduced to SCP-2327 for this purpose. The resulting SCP-2327-1 are to be monitored via esophagogastroduodenoscopy1 at least twice - first after initial affliction to ensure successful implantation, and secondly after 35 days to ensure expected levels of growth. It has been concluded that the use of antacids will cause no adverse effects so are permitted for use by SCP-2327-1 and are to be made available in the on-site D-Class infirmary.
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Description: SCP-2327 is a species of squirrel almost identical in appearance to the Eurasian Red Squirrel (Sciurus vulgaris). Individual members of SCP-2327 behave in a similar manner to Eurasian Red Squirrels and have identical dietary requirements. While usually not aggressive, members of SCP-2327 appear to actively attempt to bite, scratch or otherwise break the skin of their handlers. This is assumed to be related to their anomalous effect.
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Foundation zoologists have concluded, based on observations of the behaviour of and sexual dimorphism displayed by instances of SCP-2327 compared to non-anomalous Eurasian Red Squirrels, that members of SCP-2327 are gendered. However, SCP-2327 possess no genitalia. SCP-2327, therefore, do not reproduce sexually, instead reproducing through anomalous means.
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Within two hours of an instance of SCP-2327 piercing the skin of a human being (henceforth SCP-2327-1) an SCP-2327 embryo is implanted into their stomach lining. The mechanism by which the embryonic SCP-2327 is generated and enters the body of the stomach is currently not fully understood. Its presence has caused symptoms of acute gastritis in 10% of SCP-2327-1. However, all SCP-2327-1 instances have experienced symptoms of gastro-oesophageal reflux disease, including nausea, dysphagia and heartburn. These symptoms get worse as the SCP-2327 instance develops into the foetal stage, at which point it begins floating around the stomach of the SCP-2327-1 instance.2 Interviews with SCP-2327-1 instances have revealed that the foetal SCP-2327 colliding with the lining of their stomachs is 'uncomfortable, bordering on painful'3, but a combination of antacids and painkillers is able to reduce the feeling.
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Gestation for SCP-2327 lasts an average of 45 days, not unlike non-anomalous Red Squirrels. However, SCP-2327 instances are born with hair and open eyes and are capable of fending for themselves (non-anomalous Red Squirrels do not reach this stage until around 12 weeks).
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At 45 days old, SCP-2327 push their way through the lower oesophageal sphincter4 of the SCP-2327-1 instances within which they were gestating. They then proceed to climb the oesophageal tract by stimulating the pharyngeal reflex of the SCP-2327-1 instance. In cases where the reflex has been insufficient, SCP-2327 have attempted to climb the oesophagus using their claws. SCP-2327 then burst through the upper oesophageal sphincter and leave the SCP-2327-1 instance via the mouth. SCP-2327-1 instances are often left with severe acid reflux and chronic irritation in their upper digestive system, but almost always survive the process.
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The birthing process has a success rate of 92%. There are various scenarios that end in failures that fall within three categories:
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• In 4% of cases, the SCP-2327 instance became stuck in the oesophagus due to its claws becoming firmly attached to the oesophageal wall, to the extent that it becomes impossible to attempt to flush out the instance by drinking and eating. Instances able to be removed surgically, but the SCP-2327-1 instance will perish.
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• In 3% of cases, the SCP-2327 instance is unable to locate the lower oesophageal sphincter and begins attacking the stomach itself. This causes heavy internal bleeding that inevitably leads to the death of both SCP-2327 and SCP-2327-1 if the instance is unable to be removed surgically.
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• In 1% of cases, the SCP-2327 instance passes down through the duodenum and into the small intestines. This inevitably leads to a blockage, as SCP-2327 instances are unable to survive in the intestines. The SCP-2327-1 instance can survive if the SCP-2327 is removed and a colostomy carried out by a surgeon.
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Addendum 001 - AWPI: The first instance of SCP-2327 was discovered in the Lake District, England with a tracking beacon attached to its hind left paw. It was decided by Team Leader Graham that SCP-2327 would not be returned to the nearest site and that Mr Brooker, the team's amnestic-trained officer, would apply Class-B amnestics to the owner of SCP-2327 when he or she arrived to collect it. Instead, it transpired that the owner of SCP-2327, Ms E. Potter, was part of "The Atypical Woodland Preservation Institute", which had been breeding SCP-2327 instances as a conservation effort along with several other SCP Objects. Due to their knowledge of and help in containing SCP-2327, along with SCP-████, SCP-████ and Anomalous Item #█████, AWPI, along with its fourteen members and containment equipment, were merged into the Foundation.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2334 is contained on site at its location in Utah. Although potentially hazardous records remain in the facility, Level 3 researchers may enter to study catalogued records with proper authorization from their supervisors.
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Description: SCP-2334 is an anomalous underground salt mine and photograph storage facility near Salt Lake City, Utah, with a single known entrance located at coordinates N██°██'██.██" W███°██'██.██". Intelligence suggests that it may contain every possible photograph in the RGB color spectrum, printed at an approximate resolution of 2000 by 3000 pixels.
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SCP-2334 came to the attention of the Foundation after photocopies of a photograph of the following document began to circulate among students at Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, in September 1996. Distribution was localized to a religious sect of students who wore colorful, static-patterned clothing. Containment personnel administered Class-A amnestics to students who received photocopies of sensitive materials.
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SCP-2626
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Artifact #: SCP-2626
+Artifact Class: Innoxious
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Spatial Control Paradigm: If not in trials, SCP-2626 should inhabit a thick bin at Plot 19. Staff may ask to work with SCP-2626 for study trials by submitting a physical proposal to a Lvl. 3 boss, who must wait in physical form to watch all handling of said artifact.
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These copies appeared to be photographs of official Foundation documents, albeit with text altered to avoid use of the letter 'e'. Five different classified documents — reports regarding SCP-2626, -████, -████, -████, and -████ — were found to be circulating, all on official Foundation letterhead. Students possessing copies were interrogated, and the source was traced to a small abandoned house in ████████, Utah, where similar photographs were found pinned to the walls. An entrance to the storage facility was discovered on the adjoining property.
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In Operation Oulipo, Foundation personnel questioned and interrogated ██ subjects who inhabited the facility (see: Addendum-A), all of whom were affiliated with the religious sect known as the Monks of the Archive. On entering the storage facility, personnel investigated █████ rooms.
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SCP-2334 is not believed to be endless, but rather significantly larger than the spatial constraints of the local geology would normally allow. It is believed that additional members of the religious sect may remain within the caverns, but attempts to locate them have been unsuccessful.
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Addendum-A: Operation Oulipo
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The individuals detained in Operation Oulipo identified themselves as members of a religious group and wore ceremonial garments with colorful static patterns. They did not exhibit resistance until Foundation personnel requested access to rooms beyond those in the nearest cluster to the entrance, at which point they reacted violently. █ were terminated on site, and the rest were detained.
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The detained individuals did not provide reliable intelligence. Below is a brief excerpt from one of the more productive interviews.
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Interviewed: 2334-D2 ("Brother Pixel")
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Interviewer: Dr. Calvino
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<Begin Log, 11-09-1996 04:31 p.m.>
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Calvino: If these caverns contain every possible photograph, why are there humans and depictions of Earth in so many of the photos we've seen?
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2334-D2: You've only seen the part that's closest to us — they printed it that way, as they carved this place from the salt. It's much larger than you think.
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Calvino: Who's they?
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2334-D2: They printed everything.
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Calvino: What do you mean?
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2334-D2: We follow they who have seen all, they who have known all, they who have seen the one true image.
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Calvino: And that's supposed to be —
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2334-D2: With every passing day, our pilgrims travel deeper toward its source.
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Calvino: Are there more of you down there?
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2334-D2 refused to answer any additional questions.
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Addendum-B: Image Samples
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The following images were chosen to provide an overview of the image characteristics discovered in each subsequent room. Most images were unrecognizable static, so these samples were also selected for clarity.
The following document was found in the archive room designated 73███, beside an elderly man's corpse that was found in an advanced state of decomposition.
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May 1
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Entered the sacred realm today. My body thirsted for knowledge, but they only granted me static and images without form. I sense this journey will be long, and I must return with supplies.
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May 3
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I saw something that almost looked like a dog today, but Brother Gradient insisted it was not a dog.
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May 10
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I know the brothers forbid my writings, but I feel I must record what happens in these sacred caverns. I believe I saw a man's face in the static today.
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May 15
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Brother Vector found an entire word today. The word was "calcify" — It looked as if it had been written on a typewriter, but I dare not assert that.
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May 28
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We are running low on supplies, but a trip back to the surface is not in order. We pledged to find the one true image and not to return until we had done so. Time seems to move different here. Though we have not shaved, none of the men have grown beards since we departed.
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July ?
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Today we saw green for the first time in weeks. Praise Them!
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The static burns my eyes.
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Addendum-D: Possible Dimensions
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No evidence has been discovered concerning another entrance or end point to the archive.
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Research theories regarding the size of the archive are based on statistical analysis of pixel values in images recovered from the site. In short, the distribution of pixels suggests a complete set of images, were one to travel far enough through the archive.
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The total number of images possible at 2000 by 3000 pixels (the approximate resolution of each print) is calculated to be (224)6000000=2144000000, or over 1043000000.1
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-243 is to be secured in the geometric center of a standard containment cell no less than 16 m x 16 m x 16 m. The cell is to be connected to an adjacent room of similar size and composition by one standard door; all exits to the cells are to be kept locked and guarded against unauthorized access.
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No Eligible Group (more than 4 identical inanimate objects; see below) is permitted into the containment cell, nor any item capable of producing such a group, except as necessary for testing. Personnel entering the cell are subject to search & seizure of unauthorized multiples.
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Objects animated by SCP-243 are to be removed to the adjacent room for study. Undesirable animated items are to be disposed of promptly, by incineration if appropriate. In the event that SCP-243 is applied to other SCP objects, or to other items of similar value, the "flock" is to be separated and held in standard Safe- or Euclid-class inanimate item lockers until the effects wear off.
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Following Incident 243-02, bringing Eligible Groups of weapons, easily weaponized objects, or dry-cell batteries into SCP-243's containment is strictly forbidden.
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Description: SCP-243 is a mass of small dry-cell batteries, all fused at their negative terminals into an ellipsoid approximately 30 cm long by 10 cm diameter. The arrangement is semi-fluid: the batteries may be rearranged by applying gentle pressure, though it is far more difficult to remove them from the central cylinder.
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SCP-243's unusual properties manifest when an Eligible Group of objects is brought into its active zone, an area of indeterminate shape extending no more than 7.3 m or less than 2.5 m from the center of the item. The active zone's precise extent and shape change from minute to minute. An Eligible Group consists of 5 or more identical or nearly-identical inanimate objects: "nearly-identical" items are those that a casual observer cannot easily distinguish based on attributes other than overall color.
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Eligible Group members animate when brought into the active zone, displaying unusual flexibility and powers of levitation and locomotion. They acquire a few basic instincts, including self-preservation and variously complex flocking behavior. Object flocks range from simple separation-alignment-cohesion groups, like flocks of birds or shoals of fish, to aggregates involving role specialization and formation of discrete subunits. Animated objects also, secondarily to flocking, tend to behave in ways thematically appropriate to an object of their type: umbrellas form large shades, chairs make themselves available as seating, knives seek out objects to cut, etc.
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An item separated from the "flock" wanders aimlessly or searches for other flock members. Approximately 4 hours after separation, the item goes dormant and loses all apparent unusual properties; at this point, reuniting it with its group renders it animate again. 25 minutes after going dormant, it becomes permanently inanimate, losing all unusual properties and reverting to a normal object of its type. Whether intact or missing members, a flock de-animates permanently 24 ± 2 hours after initial exposure to SCP-243. Flocks displaying complex shoaling behavior frequently fuse upon de-animation into aggregates representative of that behavior.
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Addendum: SCP-243 came to the Foundation's attention following a series of suspicious incidents involving █████ Animation Studios. The unusually fluid, "natural" motion depicted in the cartoons produced would not ordinarily have attracted attention, but [DATA EXPUNGED] every desk lamp in the facility [DATA EXPUNGED]. The effects wore off in the usual 24 hours. Class-A amnestics were administered to the animators involved and their families, all of whom remain under surveillance. Future █████ productions are to be monitored carefully for evidence of further interference.
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Note:Compare the characters in █████ film "Knick Knack" to SCP-1507. "Further interference?"
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Special Containment Procedures: A 2 km perimeter has been set up over the zone affected by SCP-2459. Mobile Task Force Phi-12 ("Green Light") is to work with local police and transit authorities to prevent civilians from approaching the area. The town within the perimeter is to remain evacuated, with a local chemical spill and health hazard remaining a cover story. All movement within the perimeter must avoid any travel by road. All roads are to be removed within the perimeter as allowed by local conditions.
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MTF Phi-12 is to maintain a supply camp in town. Food and necessary survival supplies are to be provided to the remaining individuals under SCP-2459's effect. All personnel who deliver supplies and engage in waste removal are to be tethered by steel cable to the supply camp, and retrieved from the affected area by reeling in. Class A amnestics are to be administered to all participants involved in supply delivery. Roadside waste must be removed by MTF Phi-12.
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Foundation personnel affected by SCP-2459 are to be included in supply programs, with the responsibility of dispensing food and supplies as required. Personnel within SCP-2459's zone of effect are reminded that the water hose and power cables are Foundation property and any transactions brokered by personnel are to be placed with the Foundation's petrol account. Furthermore, if they show signs of decreased morale, they are to be reminded that they will remain in place until the traffic clears.
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Civilians rescued are to be interviewed. Each civilian is to be detained for a minimum of two weeks, placed on an amnestic regimen, and must attend classes regarding the structure of society and proper functioning therein (see Protocol Balakot-525). All citizens must demonstrate understanding and belief in the social structures of their home community before being released.
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Description: SCP-2459 is a multilevel location-based mind-affecting hazard overlayed on an area of four intersections within ███ █████, Pakistan. Any person who enters the zone of effect is subject to an initial cognitohazard, convincing the subject that leaving the zone is not an option. The primary result of this hazard is a large traffic jam that extends throughout the city blocks in the zone of effect.
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Furthermore, the hazard contains a memetic component believed to be a subconscious defense against the initial cognitohazard. Subjects within the zone of effect in SCP-2459 try to organize their affairs with respect to all other subjects within the zone, resulting in a reinforcement of the need to stay inside the zone, typically for reasons of social standing and personal property rights.
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Because the zone consists solely of the roadway, there is no source of water or food available. All food and water must be provided to hazard subjects. The development of the hazard and the subjects involved is a dynamic situation, and containment continues to be based in humanitarian efforts and civilian rescue.
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Addendum: Incident Log 2459-A Notable events and any changes to the nature of the anomaly are to be logged and appended to this document. Personnel involved in containment of SCP-2459 must remember this is an evolving cognitohazardous incident, and to log any behavioral changes found.
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5 May 2015. A traffic jam formed in the zone of effect of SCP-2459. When it was observed that the jam was not clearing itself naturally, local police were dispatched to move traffic along. When local police stopped attempting to direct traffic, provincial forces were dispatched.
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7 May 2015. Provincial forces disobeyed orders to leave the area, refusing to back down from the task of clearing the traffic. Foundation contacted regarding potential cognitohazard. First responders noted that civilians at the edge of the traffic jam appeared confused regarding instructions to move on. Although civilians would leave their cars and walk around, no one left the roadway at any time. Entrepreneurial civilians within the affected zone had set up outhouses at the edge of the roadway for civilians and were charging for their use. Human waste was noted to pile up at the road edges.
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An initial sortie sent to rescue a civilian from the rapidly deteriorating conditions entered the zone of effect of SCP-2459 and first appeared lost. When instructed to return, affected personnel refused, stating the importance of locating an appropriate civilian to rescue. When ordered to leave, personnel reiterated the importance of the mission. One member attempted to establish rapport with the locals by bartering his meal bars to others. As currency was rapidly becoming concentrated in the hands of the outhouse renters, the Foundation personnel accepted a remaining share in the petrol in the tank of the car of one of the civilians. HC-1 Class cognitohazard was diagnosed and MTF Phi-12 was dispatched.
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8 May 2015. Affected civilians ran dangerously low on food and water. Civilians demonstrated further anomalous memetic effects, reaching consensus to accept petrol as payment for goods and services between them. Civilians and personnel agreed that all such transactions should be managed at a central bank, and civilians siphoned petrol from all vehicle tanks and transferred it to a tanker caught in the effect, rendering the vehicles unfit for travel. 20 civilians collapsed from dehydration and heat exhaustion. MTF Phi-12 contacted civilians, offering medical evacuation. All offers were refused. MTF extends water hose to affected personnel within the zone of effect to provide water. Daytime high temperature 41 degrees C.
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9 May 2015. MTF Phi-12 delivered the first crate of supplies to affected civilians and Foundation personnel. Personnel affected by the anomaly, having entered the zone without vehicle or petrol, have been classified as low-status individuals by civilians. Affected personnel have bartered away their equipment in order to participate in the society forming from SCP-2459. Affected personnel request to receive the supplies and water directly from the Foundation so that they may sell them to the civilians and increase their social standing. Request denied.
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14 May 2015. MTF Phi-12 completed containment perimeter. All unaffected civilians evacuated and amnesticized. Supply drops continue. A power cable is extended to affected personnel. Personnel are requested to confiscate all phone power charges for containment purposes. The Foundation applies for a petrol account for incidentals.
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18 May 2015. MTF Phi-12 attached a retracting cable to rescue personnel and enter the zone of effect. Personnel were subject to the cognitohazard within 2 seconds of entering the zone. Cable retraction was successful in retrieving the attached rescue personnel. Retrieved personnel continued to demonstrate memetic infection, complaining that they still had obligations within the zone. Class A amnestics successfully remove the cognitohazard from subjects.
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19 May 2015. Tethered rescue personnel instructed to attach a harness to retrieve a civilian located at the edge of the road. Task successful with casualties: broken ankle of civilian. Although Class A amnestics removed the cognitohazard from the rescue team, it failed to completely remove the hazard from the civilian. Civilian interviewed.
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Interviewed: POI-2459-1
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Interviewer: Agent Mohammed Shah, MTF Phi-12
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Foreword: Interview conducted 19 May 2015. Interview immediately after rescue from zone of effect. Subject suffered a broken ankle resisting rescue.
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<Begin Log, 11:30>
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POI-2459-1: You can't keep me here! I have to go back!
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Agent Shah: We can't let you go back out there. You need medical assistance.
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POI-2459-1: They've set up a practice at the ambulance, I will be fine.
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Agent Shah: We can get you better care here.
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POI-2459-1: But what about my car? I can't just abandon it! They'll think that I left it behind. Would you return home, face your wife and tell her you just walked away from the car and now you have nothing?
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Agent Shah: You have a wife? Where is she? Wouldn't she want to know where you are?
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POI-2459-1: She's at home. And she'll be more concerned that I show up with no car, a broken ankle, and no way to work! No, let me back to my car, and I'll drive it home when the traffic clears, like I'm supposed to.
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Agent Shah: But you've emptied the tank! How can you drive on an empty tank?
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POI-2459-1: The petrol is still in my name and I can withdraw it at any time. Now let me return to my car.
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<End Log, 11:42>
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20 May 2015. A civil disturbance broke out within the zone, which was quickly suppressed by affected police. The cause of the riot was a disagreement regarding the dispensation of POI-2459-1's vehicle. Affected individuals debated the situation, and agreed that vehicles and equipment of rescued individuals are considered abandoned. Methods of claiming abandoned property were not agreed upon, however, suggesting that future riots could result if civilians rescued do not have their vehicles with them. Fifty-three claims on POI-2459-1's petrol account were registered with the tanker driver and zone accountant.
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2 June 2015. Civilian extraction attempted. Target (POI-2459-12) has been identified as a taxi passenger, and so arrived without vehicle or petrol. MTF Phi-12 considered POI-2459-12 a good candidate for extraction without causing further civil disturbance. Extraction successful. POI-2459-12 interviewed.
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Interviewed: POI-2459-12
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Interviewer: Agent Mohammed Shah, MTF Phi-12
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Foreword: Interview conducted 2 June 2015. Interview 24 hours after rescue from zone of effect. Subject was a taxi passenger, and owned no vehicle within the zone.
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<Begin Log, 09:17>
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Agent Shah: As I've explained before, no, you can't go back there.
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POI-2459-12: Really? You are really keeping me from going back?
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Agent Shah: Really. Besides, you were at the bottom of the food chain out there.
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POI-2459-12: I was surviving just fine. I just need a change of clothes and a bath, which I'll get just as soon as my lazy driver finishes taking me home!
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Agent Shah: We can get you home faster than your driver.
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POI-2459-12: What? No. We already negotiated the fee for driving me home. I'm not going to walk away and let him steal what I paid for.
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Agent Shah: We can reimburse you. You'll get home safely, can take care of yourself, and you don't have to be stuck in traffic anymore.
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POI-2459-12: I refuse. I can't let him get away with this! He's probably trying to steal my petrol account, as we speak.
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Agent Shah: But you did not arrive with any petrol.
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POI-2459-12: No, I earned it. I'm very talented. It's mine now, and you'll see the profit I can make once everything moves on.
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<End Log, 09:20>
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10 June 2015. Civilians disassembled some of their own vehicles and reconfigured them into shelters. High temperature 43 degrees C. Personnel within the zone of effect have been successful in preventing dehydration and starvation. Due to temperatures, civilians were allowed to continue with disassembly.
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23 July 2015. A prescribed course of amnestics every eight hours coupled with cultural reindoctrination education has been found to be sufficient to cure civilians of the memetic component of SCP-2459. Protocol Balakot-525 established. POI-2459-1 amnesticized and released. Monsoonal rains prevented further heat and dehydration crises.
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5 September 2015. Protocol Balakot-525 successful in the rehabilitation of 50 civilians to date. Sample exit interview attached.
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Interviewed: POI-2459-52
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Interviewer: Agent Mohammed Shah, MTF Phi-12
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Foreword: Interview conducted 5 September 2015. Interview 21 days after rescue. Subject underwent amnestic regimen and cultural realignment, and has been identified as rehabilitated. Subject underwent final amnestics course after interview and returned home.
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<Begin Log, 22:03>
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Agent Shah: Greetings, ███████. Please, sit, have some tea. Are you ready to return home, now?
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POI-2459-52: Yes, I should like that. Goodness, have I really been caught in that jam for four months?
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Agent Shah: I'm afraid so. For the record, could you please explain a few last details regarding your experience?
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POI-2459-52: Certainly, anything if it will help those poor souls. Ask your questions.
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Agent Shah: Why were you convinced not to leave the roadway?
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POI-2459-52: Well, first thing you have to understand, is that none of us want to be there. We all have destinations, families to go back to, things to do. Being stuck in traffic is just a temporary setback.
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Agent Shah: But if the traffic lasts days, then wouldn't it have been easier to just leave the road and walk?
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POI-2459-52: Certainly, but then you'd have to leave your car behind. Or abandon your fare. You couldn't do that. You can't make progress if you're just letting the things you own slip through your fingers. What good is it if you make it home, but you have nothing? What sort of fool leaves his valuables to be taken? No, it's better to just wait. The traffic will move eventually. The police were there, working on it.
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Agent Shah: But everyone emptied their tanks! People are disassembling their vehicles! They can't move their house, now!
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POI-2459-52: The traffic was slow. We would reclaim our petrol, remove our structures, and leave on a bus when the time came to move. Until then, we needed a place to live and a petrol account to get our food and water while we waited.
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Agent Shah: If it weren't for the rescue operation, there would be no food or water! Dehydration was rampant when we arrived. There are buildings nearby, certainly it would have been easy to bring water from there.
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POI-2459-52: And abandon our vehicles? Forfeit our petrol? Certainly not. We decided how these things should work, and we would leave when the traffic cleared. Until then, it was best to make do.
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Agent Shah: But you could have died! Why would you believe waiting was the better thing to do?
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POI-2459-52: Sir, I understand the absurdity of our solution now, but please try to put yourself in the shoes of those of us stuck in traffic. If you're not willing to die for your beliefs, what good are they?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2543 is to be contained in a standard Class A Humanoid Containment cell in Block 4 of Site 15. It is allowed two hours per day in the Block 4 Courtyard. SCP-2543 is to be administered 40mg of citalopram daily for depression. The subject is to have a Dell desktop computer hooked up to a projector in its habitation. This computer comes equipped solely with VLC Media Player, Minesweeper, and Microsoft Word. All but Microsoft Word may be taken away as punishment if deemed necessary by Site Director Allen. SCP-2543 is allowed to request new computer programs or videos but has not since it was contained. All materials written by SCP-2543 are to be passed directly to Director Allen.
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SCP-2543's containment cell is to be surveilled at all times. All communications with SCP-2543 must be approved by Director Allen. Site 15 medical personnel are to be advised whenever SCP-2543 enters a catatonic state. SCP-2543 has been treated multiple times for injuries resulting from falling unexpectedly during such events. Personnel with clearance below Level 5 may be subject to amnesticization after interacting with SCP-2543.
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Description: SCP-2543 is a humanoid female. The subject was formerly Dr. Harriet Wilson, a Level 3 Foundation scientist working at Site 16. Its anomalous properties were discovered on March 8, 2017 as a result of Incident KSS-4927.
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SCP-2543 produces electricity through unknown means. This phenomenon appears to be localized to SCP-2543's skull, specifically the parietal bones, but does not impair its brain function. The amount generated normally fluctuates between 10W-50W and never falls below 8.2W.
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SCP-2543 claims to receive hallucinatory visions on various occasions. When these events occur, the electricity it produces increases to between 10,000W and 15,000W. SCP-2543 enters a catatonic state for the duration of these events. The subject becomes lucid immediately after the cessation of these phenomena and experiences no permanent physical effects. SCP-2543 has been instructed to record the details of its experience during each event. These records are compiled in Document 2543-B.
SCP-2543 is believed to be linked to a version of itself in an unknown alternate universe. It claims that this version of itself, hereby classified Wilson-X, communicates with an unknown quantity of Harriet Wilsons across multiple universes and is the source of its visions. SCP-2543 also claims that Wilson-X is aware of its actions at all times, but rarely interferes. Evidence for these claims can be found in Document 2543-B.
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During these visions, SCP-2543 claims to adopt the sight and hearing of one of its alternate universe doppelgängers, usually Wilson-X. SCP-2543 claims to be able to communicate with whichever version of itself it is having a vision of, though it has no control over their actions. Even while not having visions, SCP-2543 claims to communicate mentally at times with Wilson-X. Records of important communications can be found in Document 2543-B-2. SCP-2543 has been found to be aware of highly classified information that Wilson-X is believed to be responsible for imparting. The mechanism by which Wilson-X learns such information is unknown.
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Wilson-X used these visions in order to coerce SCP-2543 into performing various acts of sabotage upon the Foundation prior to containment. It is unknown why these visions continue to occur now that SCP-2543 is unable to perform this function. A full list of infractions committed prior to SCP-2543's containment can be found in Document 2543-C. The most egregious act was Incident KSS-4927, which nearly resulted in a GK-Class End of the World Scenario.
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Addendum: The following are excerpts from Document 2543-A (Interviews)
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Interview #: 1
+Date: 03/09/2017
+Interviewer: Dr. Francis Egerton
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Dr. Egerton: Tell me how this all started, SCP-2543.
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SCP-2543: Oh god, is that my name now? Can you not just call me Dr. Wilson anymore? Or Harriet?
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Dr. Egerton: I can call you Harriet. But you're an SCP now, you turned yourself in for containment. Please answer the question.
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SCP-2543: Right, right. It was in early May. I was watching Planet Earth at home when all of a sudden I heard a voice calling my name. It felt just like the voice I use to think to myself, you know? Like it was coming from inside my head. But I certainly wasn't thinking it, at least consciously. I looked around but nobody was there. I lived alone.
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Dr. Egerton: And then what?
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SCP-2543: The voice kept calling me so I muted the tv. It said "thank you," like a response. I got frightened at that. The voice told me to calm down, and asked if I wanted to see it. I began to freak out of course. And then all of a sudden I was staring at myself in the mirror. Except it wasn't me. I had, or I guess she had, a large scar down her right cheek. And she looked a bit older and thinner than I was. But other than that it was like looking at myself.
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Dr. Egerton: And this person was the origin of the voice?
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SCP-2543: Yes.
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Dr. Egerton: What happened after that?
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SCP-2543: She told me that she was me, but from another universe. And that there were some things she needed me to do. She told me that if I listened she could reward me, and that if I didn't she would punish me. I was terrified and confused. I couldn't feel my body at all. Then she said that if I wanted to talk to her, I could try to say something and she would understand.
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Dr. Egerton: Did you say anything?
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SCP-2543: I said oh my god, what the fuck. She told me that she heard me and that I could relax. She said she'd be watching me, and not to tell anyone at work. And then I was back on my couch. I heard her voice in my head saying she was serious about not telling anyone about this.
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Dr. Egerton: What did you do then?
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SCP-2543: I cried. A lot. I thought it might've been a weird dream, or an effect from a skip I was working on, but neither made sense.
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Dr. Egerton: When was the next time she contacted you?
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SCP-2543: When I was driving to work the next day. I didn't sleep well that night. I'm sure you can imagine. It was just so surreal. I was a bit tired in the morning and I almost ran a red light. Right before I did, I heard a voice in my head say "red light!" And I slammed on the brakes, very confused, before she said "you're welcome." And I said "oh hell, it's you." She said I should be thankful because I could've gotten arrested.
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Dr. Egerton: That is true, I suppose.
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SCP-2543: She reminded me not to tell anyone at work about her. She said something like, "I don't want to threaten you, but I'm totally threatening you."
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Dr. Egerton: When was the next time she contacted you?
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SCP-2543: I don't remember every single time. A lot of them were short messages, like to remind me she was watching me. She'd say hi while I was in the bathroom or on my way to work. But nothing major happened for a few months. It was mostly building rapport, getting me not to instinctively hate her. We had little chats about nothing.
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Interview #: 2
+Date: 03/09/17
+Interviewer: Dr. Andrino Allen
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Dr. Allen: You mentioned that you're not the only person she was blackmailing. Could you please elaborate on that?
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SCP-2543: I mean, technically I am the only one. But there must be hundreds of us, at least. All Harriet Wilsons, across who knows how many universes. I'd see different ones from time to time, if there was a reason.
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Dr. Allen: Such as?
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SCP-2543: If I had done something right, she'd show me something pleasant. My dad died when I was 14 but I guess in some universes he didn't. It was really hard on me, never getting to say goodbye. So a few times she'd let me see myself having dinner with him, or going on a hike, or something like that.
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Dr. Allen: I see.
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SCP-2543: She also let me watch, uh, very interactive porn. It felt a little creepy though, since the me who was actually having sex didn't know I was watching too. That's actually how I found out how she could punish me.
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Dr. Allen: What do you mean?
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SCP-2543: Whenever I had these visions, I could communicate with whoever's eyes I was seeing through. She always told me to stay quiet. One time when I was having a sex vision, the me whose life I was seeing said something like, "I'm so glad we're alone." And then I said "no you're not," almost as a joke, just to see if she could really hear me. She jumped up and screamed "what the fuck!?" Suddenly I was in my own body and I heard the evil one tell me that I shouldn't have done that.
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Dr. Allen: What was your punishment?
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SCP-2543: I had a vision a few hours later of driving in a car with my dad in shotgun. All of a sudden everything went sideways, like I'd just keeled over. I saw the car swerve into an oncoming semi truck, and then I was back in my own body. It was heart-wrenching.
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Dr. Allen: That's terrible.
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SCP-2543: It was. I hope that one version of me at least got some privacy. She deserved to know she was being watched. I don't think I've been alone ever since this whole thing started.
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Interview #: 3
+Date: 03/10/17
+Interviewer: Dr. Andrino Allen
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Dr. Allen: Based on the information you've given us, we've decided to name the version of you who was controlling things Wilson-X. Every other version of you we'll call Wilson-n in order to try to nail down how many of them you interacted with. You'll be Wilson-1, for instance.
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SCP-2543: Fine by me.
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Dr. Allen: So Wilson-X may have been doing this with an unknown number of doppelgängers, correct? If you had to estimate how many different individuals you saw through the eyes of, what would you say?
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SCP-2543: It's hard to tell. I mainly interacted with X, and there were about ten or so I saw often enough to recognize. But sometimes I had visions where I flashed through a bunch really quickly, so the number could be in the hundreds. And I'm sure she's got Harriets I never saw.
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Dr. Allen: How many seemed to be in your position? That is, being blackmailed to sabotage the Foundation?
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SCP-2543: A bunch seemed to work for the Foundation. Don't know the exact number. Whatever else was going on in their lives, I have no idea.
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Dr. Allen: And did many seemed to act as props? If Wilson-X's goal was truly to harm the Foundation, it seems like a great deal of the doppelgängers you've talked about wouldn't have been able to do much of anything. Many didn't even seem to be aware of the Foundation's existence. The way you describe your visions of them, it seems like their purpose was as leverage.
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SCP-2543: That could certainly be the case. I don't know for sure.
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Dr. Allen: Were there any whose purpose you were totally unsure of?
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SCP-2543: Yes.
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Dr. Allen: Such as?
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SCP-2543: There were a few that seemed to be living normal lives. Some were even living really well, like they had big houses with servants and stuff. X had the nicest one though, she showed me it once. It was this huge villa built into the side of a mountain. From one of the balconies, you could see Machu Picchu.
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Dr. Allen: That's intriguing.
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SCP-2543: You still haven't asked about the worst Harriets I saw.
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Dr. Allen: Okay, what were the worst?
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SCP-2543: The ones that were strapped to a chair, staring at a screen. I think every time X wants to kill one of us, she kills two so that one can transmit the meme for the other to receive.
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Interview #: 6
+Date: 03/15/17
+Interviewer: Dr. Andrino Allen
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Dr. Allen: You sent an email from a dummy account to the personal address of O5-4. How did you acquire this address?
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SCP-2543: Wilson-X gave it to me. She told me what to write as well, and that I should include a picture of a dead Calico with the caption "Your Snowball melted." Don't know what that was supposed to mean.
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Dr. Allen: O5-4 related that this caused her quite a bit of distress. How did Wilson-X know it would do that?
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SCP-2543: Beats me. She says the same things happen in a lot of universes. I guess that was one of them.
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Dr. Allen: This thing being a personal event in O5-4's life?
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SCP-2543: I suppose. I think she makes a lot of lucky guesses, to be honest.
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Dr. Allen: Right, moving on. You were reprimanded in October for deleting observation logs of SCP-419. Did Wilson-X instruct you to do this?
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SCP-2543: Yes. To be honest I don't know why. The effect it had was negligible. Half of them were backed up and all of them were boring.
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Dr. Allen: Well, it's possible that since both Wilson-X and SCP-419 are extradimensional, that she had some ulterior motive.
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SCP-2543: I guess. Sorry about that. I didn't have a choice.
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Dr. Allen: There was also a database hack in Site 16 in September that gathered quite a bit of classified information. We never found the culprit. Was this you?
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SCP-2543: It was.
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Dr. Allen: You have no background in computer science. How did you pull this off?
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SCP-2543: X gave me a few contacts. Most of them didn't respond – maybe they didn't exist in this universe, or didn't want to talk to me – but one did. Called himself Deadlock. He sent me the tools to do the hack. All I had to do was plug in a USB.
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Dr. Allen: We'll need all the information you have about Deadlock.
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SCP-2543: If she lets me I'd be glad to.
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Dr. Allen: I need you to try, Harriet. He exposed a large vulnerability in our system and poses an active threat to our work.
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SCP-2543: That's why she probably won't let me. Look, I don't know why she hasn't killed me yet, but I'm sure it's not because she can't. I'm not exactly trying to push it.
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Dr. Allen: Okay. What did you do with the information?
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SCP-2543: There was too much for me to leaf through myself. So she asked me to search for every unique SCP I could, where they were stored, and something called Aborans.
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Dr. Allen: What did you find?
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SCP-2543: Eight skips. Three Safe, four Euclid, one Keter. Nothing about Aborans, whatever that is.
Interview #: 8
+Date: 03/17/17
+Interviewer: Dr. Andrino Allen
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Dr. Allen: Tell me about Incident KSS-4927.
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SCP-2543: Right. It all started when SCP-1969 entered the Alpha state last Tuesday. I was of course made aware immediately because it was my main assignment.
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Dr. Allen: Which meant that Wilson-X was made aware too.
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SCP-2543: That's right. So at around 9am, I heard Wilson-X tell me that I had a message to send. I felt this sinking feeling, like I was about to do something I couldn't take back. But she said it had nothing to do with 1969. I had to send some coordinates I'd gotten from the hack in November to a certain URL on the Deep Web. She guided me through how to get there.
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Dr. Allen: These coordinates were the location of SCP-2948?
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SCP-2543: Yeah, which I did not know. And I sure as hell didn't know I was organizing a raid by the Chaos Insurgency.
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Dr. Allen: Nor would you. But you sent them the coordinates.
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SCP-2543: Yes.
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Dr. Allen: Did you do anything else relevant before turning yourself in at 3:46pm?
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SCP-2543: I watched the Sayaw Zone grow from my office. When I heard about the blast, I thought Site 11's nuke might've gone off. But I was close enough that I would've seen it firsthand. When I heard it was 2948, I raced back to my computer and looked up the documentation. That's when I realized what X's plan was.
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Dr. Allen: It was dangerously close to succeeding. If the Sayaw Zone had reached 2948, which it would've if 2948 had gone off again and sent debris into the Sayaw Zone, 1969 would've been unstoppable.
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SCP-2543: I know. I realized too late.
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Dr. Allen: You knew you were playing with fire before you almost burned down the house. People died because of your actions.
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SCP-2543: Yeah I, I know. But the things she was threatening me with… I didn't feel like I had any other option. I'm sorry.
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Dr. Allen: And yet here you are. Alive and sane. Just like the rest of us, despite it all.
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SCP-2543: And yet here I am.
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Interview #: 32
+Date: 06/03/18
+Interviewer: Dr. Andrino Allen
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Dr. Allen: In your most recent vision report, you described Wilson-X as your friend. Would you care to elaborate on that?
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SCP-2543: She is my only friend. You keep me locked up with no one to talk to but the voice in my head. You all treat me like I'm going to spill every secret in the world.
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Dr. Allen: We've had to amnesticize a number of people you've talked to.
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SCP-2543: If I had more people to talk to maybe I wouldn't have so much to say each time.
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Dr. Allen: I talk to you.
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SCP-2543: Occasionally. I guess you're my friend too. She likes you as well.
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Dr. Allen: That's… disconcerting.
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SCP-2543: I think it's nice. She doesn't see much through me these days. But she takes me with her sometimes to watch our other selves. You never take me on field trips. Not that you could, of course. Protocol and all. I get it.
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Dr. Allen: I could arrange something for you if you'd like.
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SCP-2543: No no, it's fine. You've read my vision reports. I get out just as much as I care to.
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Dr. Allen: Your last vision report was quite graphic.
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SCP-2543: Yeah, looks like one of us actually succeeded. Very impressive, how she did it.
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Dr. Allen: Do you wish you had?
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SCP-2543: Not particularly. That one died. If anything it would've been a point of pride. Like, all the other Harriets would know that this one brought her world to its knees. That would've been a better reward than a spectator spot from inside a cell.
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Dr. Allen: That would make you proud?
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SCP-2543: It's what X wants. For the Foundation, all its people, all its Aborans, to suffer. For those who do not flee to die. For those who do not die to serve. That would make her proud, Andrino. And I am her.
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-268 is currently to be maintained within [DATA EXPUNGED], as it has been deemed that the chance of use for facilitation of escape by restricted personnel or humanoid SCP is too great. However, the possibility of use by field agents after further testing is under review. See addendum 268-05.
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Description: SCP-268 is a tweed-wool newsboy cap. The design and make seem to be of Irish origin. Due to the style and fabric, it is estimated to have been created in the late 1800's to early 1900's, though fiber analysis is inconclusive. The only markings on the cap are a small label with writing in Middle Irish, reading "The Garden is the Serpent's Place." However, there are various indications that this label was sewn onto the cap in recent times.
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Due to the nature of the artifact, testing has been extremely difficult. SCP-268 seems to be a normal hat until it is worn. Anyone wearing the hat, however, becomes suddenly and instantly unnoticeable. Subjects become unmemorable, thoroughly ignorable, or "taken for granted" by all observers. Observers, with specific prompting, are able to later recall physically seeing the subject, but can give no specific details other than "seeing a man with a hat". Observers seem to have the overwhelming feeling that the wearer is someone that was "supposed to be there", and thus did not merit thought or notice.
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During initial testing, remote analysts completely forgot what they were supposed to be observing within the chamber, and it was not until the D-Class subject wearing SCP-268 spoke out loud that he was noticed again. Removal of the artifact, vocalization, and physical interaction with observers seem to be the only way in which wearers of SCP-268 can make themselves noticeable. Once an observer has been made to 'notice' a SCP-268-wearing individual, they slowly begin to ignore the subject once more unless kept actively engaged by the wearer.
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Testing reveals that if a subject wears SCP-268 upwards of twenty (20) cumulative hours, its effects seem to linger, with diminished potency, on the subject even while not wearing the artifact. Testing in this area has been cautious due to the possibility of containment breaches, but one incident [see Addendum 268-04] has shown that if the artifact is worn long enough, that the effect is rendered permanent and unbreakable.
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Extensive research is still unable to determine whether or not electronics are directly affected by SCP-268. Observers viewing an SCP-268-wearing subject through electronic means still have difficulty acknowledging the subject's existence, and even when noticed, observers report to be unable to see the face of the individual in question. Observers note pictures of SCP-268-wearing individuals as being "blurry", and digital media such as surveillance cameras is reported to become "grainy and unfocused". Research is unsure whether these alterations are extant and physical, or merely perceived due to SCP-268's properties. It should be noted that although capturing SCP-268 through visual electronic means has been difficult, motion-sensing, weight sensing, heat seeking and similar devices all trigger correctly when encountering an SCP-268-wearing subject.
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Addendum 268-01: SCP-268 is noted to have some similarities to SCP-180. SCP-268, however, does not seem to function on inanimate objects, and more importantly does not directly steal the identity of its host. While SCP-180 causes its host to become unrecognizable after SCP-180 itself is removed and placed on another object, this seems to be a side-effect of its function of identity theft and transfer. Meanwhile, SCP-268 could be said to 'steal' the identity of long-time wearers as they become irrevocably forgotten. This has caused some speculation as to whether the items share similar origins, or whether the many similarities they share are merely coincidental.
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Addendum 268-02: At Agent ███████'s request, and after approval by Dr. █████████ and Dr. Klein, SCP-268 is being used with agents in active field duty. Results thus far have been favorable.
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Addendum 268-03: Field-Testing has been suspended. Though Agent ███████ appears to have been on payroll and on records, no personnel, either on Site-██ or in higher command, remember knowing or hearing about an Agent ███████. Further tests should be conducted only on D-Class personnel, and on no single individual for longer than ten (10) hours.
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Addendum 268-04:SCP-268's effects seem to strengthen and become permanent as individual subjects wear the artifact for extended periods of cumulative time. There is a marked difference in the potency of SCP-268's effect on someone wearing it for the first time, and someone who has worn the artifact upwards of five hours on other occasions. For example, someone who has not worn the cap before seems to dispel its effects merely by speaking. Those who have worn the artifact on several occasions for extended amounts of time seem to be able to ask observers questions and receive answers with the observer having little to no recollection of the event. In one test, a subject who had worn the artifact for upwards of fifteen hours was able to ask standing personnel the test chamber's password, nearly causing a containment breach and the escape of D-Class personnel. The security personnel in question reported being unable to recall parting with the information in question. - Dr. Klein
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Addendum 268-05: As of ██/██/████, SCP-268 is missing. Its absence was discovered early in the morning by Agent █████ and research analysts, and in its place was a note reading "Thanks, I needed my hat back. ~ L.S." A full investigation of this security breach has been launched as of ██/██/████. Refer to [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3236 is stored at Site-136. Experimentation with SCP-3236 may be performed with the prior written consent of the site administrator. The tank is to be emptied and thoroughly cleaned and disinfected after each use.
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Description: SCP-3236 is a sensory modification appliance based on a modified "Float Pod"-brand sensory deprivation tank. Twelve lance-shaped, wired neuroprosthetic probes connect to sockets in the interior tub of the appliance. Accompanying documentation explains that to use the appliance, the probes are to be inserted into particular anatomical locations in the back of an individual's head and spinal cord in order to facilitate neuromuscular and transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation, then the individual enters the sensory deprivation tank. The operator then enters instructions by means of the appliance's external keyboard.
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The accompanying documentation suggests that the original intended functionality of the appliance was to permit the user inside the tank to experience neurosimulated sexual activity for recreational purposes. By means of the keyboard, the external operator would enter commands specifying particular aspects of the user's experience. The probes would then deliver electrical signals to the user's nervous system, causing the user to experience artificially simulated sensory input, similar to a dream-state, for a period of up to ten minutes (although the user's subjective sense of a sensory episode's duration may vary). Upon the conclusion of the simulated experience, the tank opens and the probes may be safely removed.
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However, the appliance's processing system appears to be damaged and corrupted, with the result that the appliance does not respond to the full suite of commands that the documentation describes. Trial and error has established that the only command accepted by the appliance is the designation of the user's "partner" for the simulated experience. Moreover, it appears that only intangible concepts are accepted as data inputs.
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Experimental testing of SCP-3236 consists of placing a human subject in the tank, inserting the probes, administering commands to the appliance, and then interviewing the subject. Partial test log follows:
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Date: 08.02.20██
+Researcher: Dr. Garcia
+Subject: D-369, a 23-year old female subject.
+Test Results:
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Command: Husband
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Outcome: Appliance returned an error message. No interview conducted.
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Command: Woman
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Outcome: Appliance returned an error message.
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Command: Grizzly bear
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Outcome: Appliance returned an error message.
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Command: Pumpkin
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Outcome: Appliance returned an error message.
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Command: Night
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Outcome: "I suddenly woke up in bed. It was dark. My old college boyfriend was with me. We got busy, but he was too tired from work and couldn't finish."
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Command: America
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Outcome: "I was lying in a wheat field, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat. And then this bald eagle landed next to me…"
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Command: Enthusiasm
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Outcome: "Put me back in! Put me back in!"
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Date: 09.30.20██
+Researcher: Dr. Patel
+Subject: D-2524, a 28-year old male subject.
+Test Results:
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Command: One
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Outcome: "She was pretty, but, you know, kind of boring."
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Command: Two
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Outcome: "I always wanted to try twins…"
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Command: Three
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Outcome: "That was weird. Instead of a girl, it was this shiny metallic triangular thing. I didn't even know where to put it."
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Command: Four
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Outcome: "It was a girl, but all messed up and angular. She looked like she was made of Legos, like a Minecraft character."
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Command: The number "e"
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Outcome: "Whoa! Crazy bitch! Tiger in the sack, but a little scary."
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Command: Zero
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Outcome: "That was really creepy. It was all black and I just felt like I was getting, you know, drained."
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Date: 11.14.20██
+Researcher: Dr. Morrison
+Subject: D-2526, a 22-year old male subject.
+Test Results:
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Command: Freedom
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Outcome: "That was awesome. I was flying and it was like the sky itself was doing stuff to me…"
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Command: Capitalism
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Outcome: "I don't remember anything about it other than the fact that I just got fucked."
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Command: Los Angeles Police Department
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Outcome: "That was frightening and brutal. Also, Dr. Dre was there for some reason."
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Command: Australia
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Outcome: "She was amazing, up until the point when she grew fangs and tried to bite me."
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Command: Recursion
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Outcome: "Go fuck yourself too, doctor. You sick fuck."
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Date: 12.13.20██
+Researcher: Dr. Lamb
+Subject: D-3922, a 21-year old female subject.
+Test Results:
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Command: Famine
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Outcome: "I almost felt sorry for her… she was so thin and wispy it felt like I was going to break her."
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Command: Pestilence
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Outcome: "I feel like I should've gotten a rash from him."
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Command: War
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Outcome: "I've never really been a fan of after-argument sex. Feels wrong to me."
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Command: Conquest
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Outcome: "Well, now I know I'm a domme."
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Command: Death
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Outcome: Subject comatose upon removal. Upon awakening 3 days later, she refused to speak about her experience.
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Date: 1.27.20██
+Researcher: Dr. Little
+Subject: D-3698, a 26-year old female subject.
+Test Results:
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Command: The future
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Outcome: "That was the biggest orgy EVER."
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Command: 1933
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Outcome: "That girl had so many edges, I was scared I'd get cut!"
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Command: The year 1933
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Outcome: "We were in some run down shack, so I knew a shower afterwards was off the table."
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Command: The year 1287
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Outcome: "He chained me to a wall. The only thing that kept me out of the mood was the bearded guy next to me…"
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Command: The year 2387
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Outcome: "So. Many. Goats."
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Command: The end of the world as we know it
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Outcome: "All the members of REM came at me all at once and…"
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Command: The apocalypse
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Outcome: "There was this giant soda can. It was so pathetic, I wouldn't even call what we did a 'bang'."
Image taken following a re-entry event. Damage received during the previous night has led to an increase of the eye's intraocular pressure, resulting in acute angle closure glaucoma.
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Item #: SCP-3316
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: A process of disseminating false medical data relating to the occurrence of eye injuries in Guttenberg, New Jersey, is to be carried out on a regular basis.
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Individuals reporting SCP-3316 events or the movement of SCP-3316-affected eyes are to receive a level 3 amnestic to prevent public knowledge of SCP-3316. Travel by Foundation personnel to, from and through Guttenberg, New Jersey, is to be regulated by the SCP-3316 project head.
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Description: SCP-3316 is an event which occurs in the city of Guttenberg, New Jersey. At 1:43 AM, approximately 3.4% of the city's sleeping population will experience spontaneous enucleation of one or both eyes. This removal is involuntary, painless, and occurs without the knowledge of the affected individual. A significant section of the optic nerve will also be freed during this process. The eye will not experience necrosis once removed from the body, though it is vulnerable to damage during the event.
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Once completely free from the eye socket, affected eyes will begin to move along the ground (utilizing the trailing optic nerve to generate forward momentum) at a rate of approximately .6 meters per second towards a common destination. Affected eyes will generally avoid highly populated or active areas and remain hidden to avoid discovery during this travel.
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The common destination sought by the affected eyes is invariably an abandoned or inactive building either inside Guttenberg itself or just outside the city. Once several hundred eyes have arrived (with as few as 362 eyes have triggered this behavior), the eyes will begin to form a large circle that will grow as more eyes arrive. After a short time (generally 5-15 minutes), two of the eyes will enter the center of the circle and begin a series of aggressive behaviors towards each other.
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These behaviors include quick lunges at the opposing eye, whipping with the trailing optic nerve, and utilizing the trailing optic nerve to wrap around the opposing eye. These behaviors continue until one or both of the eyes are incapable of continuing due to damage. At this point several eyes will remove the two from the center of the circle and two new eyes will begin the same process. This process will continue until 4:35 AM, at which time the eyes will begin a return to the individuals to whom they belong.
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This process concludes by no later than 5:13 AM, and the affected eyes will re-enter the optical socket of affected individuals. While the enucleation and re-entry will cause no lasting damage to the eye or the individual, other damage that occurs during this event often requires immediate medical attention for affected individuals. Eyes prevented from returning to an owner will lose all anomalous properties at 5:13 AM.
Special Containment Procedures: Individuals affected by SCP-3363 should be assessed on a case-by-case basis; if an individual's range of effect is 1m or greater they should be housed in a Faraday cage shielded Standard Humanoid Containment Cell. Individuals whose range of effect is less than 1m, or those whose range falls below 1m while in containment, may be released following the administration of amnestics.
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Individuals reported to have survived being struck by lightning are to be examined for the presence of SCP-3363.
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Description: SCP-3363 is an anomaly affecting humans who have been struck by lightning and survived, occurring in approximately 0.5% of individuals1. Affected individuals will begin broadcasting a signal that can be picked up by any device capable of receiving and decoding a television signal, resulting in a valid video. The range of the signal varies between observed values of between 20cm and 87m. In cases where the range is below 1m, the signal strength decreases rapidly to the point that only static can be observed in the resultant video. In 90% of cases, this range decreases over time at varying rates.
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The video broadcast by SCP-3363 depicts a "home movie"-style television show featuring video clips of varying qualities that show the death of the individual broadcasting the signal in a variety of ways. The show follows a predictable pattern of between 5 and 10 clips sharing some thematic link (for example, death by electrocution or death by road accident) narrated by the host of the show, followed by a 30- to 60-second intermission filmed in a television studio designed to look like a lounge, in which the host will briefly discuss the previous clips and then lead into the theme of the next section.
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The host of the show resembles deceased media personality George Orson Welles as he appeared in the 1980s, in varying states of inebriation. Once every 30 to 40 minutes, the host will break with the common format of the show during one of the intermission segments and attempt to sell a variety of products, typically food or drink items corresponding to no known brands, to the audience. These advertisements will last for approximately two minutes before the standard show format resumes.
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The first recorded instance of SCP-3363 occurred in November 1985, approximately one month after the death of George Orson Welles and approximately two months before the first appearance of a "home movies" style television broadcast2.
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On November 26th 1989, the host briefly excused himself simultaneously on all currently monitored SCP-3363 broadcasts, which was followed by the cessation of all broadcasts for a period of approximately seven minutes. This event coincided with a Mobile Task Force entering a building in Ronda, Spain, as part of the ongoing investigation into SCP-33633; the building was found to contain a lounge room matching that seen in the broadcasts, though no trace of the host or any broadcasting or recording equipment was found. When broadcasts resumed, the lounge set was noticeably different from the original. This represents the only observed diversion from the standard broadcast pattern, and attempts to locate the new set have failed.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3394 is contained within a subterranean cell constructed primarily of concrete with fiberglass reinforcement. The debris surrounding SCP-3394 is contained within a cubic mahogany wood barricade no less than 20cm in thickness, constructed using dovetail joints1.
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No metal, ice, or paraffin wax is allowed within SCP-3394's containment cell. No personnel with detailed knowledge of SCP-3394's anomalous properties are allowed within SCP-3394's containment cell. No personnel are to approach closer than 2m from SCP-3394. All staff entering SCP-3394's containment cell are to maintain a threatening mindset and are encouraged to frequently picture themselves destroying lumps of brain matter.
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Between 4-36 times per day (determined by random number generator) at least one class-D personnel is to enter SCP-3394's containment cell and think of threatening and destructive imagery directed at SCP-3394 for no less than 5 minutes.
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Description: SCP-3394 is a mass of human brain tissue measuring 0.2kg. As of 5/17/2018, SCP-3394 is surrounded by roughly 1 metric ton of metal debris, 2.1m in diameter. This debris is composed of the metallic building components of Dr. Whitehall's office and surrounding rooms, compressed into a roughly spherical shape with SCP-3394 at the center. The metal shell surrounding SCP-3394 can be observed to loudly shift at random intervals as portions of the surface are seen to forcefully collapse further inward. This behavior declines greatly following periods of threatening thoughts as described above.
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SCP-3394 posses the ability to detect certain objects and occurrences within its vicinity. While the method of this detection is unknown, it appears that SCP-3394 is only able to detect things which it has been able to logically deduce the existence of2. The origin of this logical process and how SCP-3394 is able to maintain it are currently unknown. SCP-3394 is currently known to be aware of the following:
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Human thoughts within a 6 6.5m3 radius of SCP-3394
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Humans in physical contact with the outer shell of SCP-3394.
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Any metal object of greater than 0.5g in mass within a 7.8m radius of SCP-3394.
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Accumulations of ice greater than 0.1g in mass within a 8.6m radius of SCP-3394.
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Amounts of Paraffin wax as low as 1g in mass within an observed 2m radius of SCP-3394
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Additionally, SCP-3394 has displayed the ability to act on any physical objects it is aware of with an observed force of up to 345 N/mm² through an unknown means. SCP-3394's effects on human thoughts, if any, are not currently known.
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SCP-3394 was first discovered in Dr. Whitehall's office on 6/6/2017 during investigation of his apparent suicide by handgun. Roughly 5 minutes after initial discovery, emergency medical staff reported experiencing what they described as "a lot of questions, all at once". Questions were described as being non-vocalized in a way affected subjects had difficulty describing. Subjects were unable to recall many of the questions, but described several as "repeating". Reported questions have been paraphrased here: "Where am I?", "Who am I?", "How do I get out of here?". Following Site protocol, medical staff withdrew from the room until further anomalous effects could be determined.
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Less than two minutes following the report of anomalous activity, security cameras capture the metal components of Dr. Whitehall's office rapidly collapsing into a growing spherical shape around a mass of brain matter on the ground. The resultant collapse of the westernmost wing of Site-88's research office building exposed more metal to SCP-3394's anomalous property, with the resultant sphere reaching an estimated mass of greater than 1.2 metric tons before no further metal was within its area of effect.
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SCP-3394 was held in temporary containment on location for over 228 hours until the permanent containment site specified in this file could be constructed a suitable distance beneath it. Object was subsequently lowered into permanent containment via a series of tunnels collapsed beneath it, and its chamber completed from the outside.
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The following tests were performed while SCP-3394 was held in temporary containment.
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Communication Test - 6/6/2017
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Subject: SCP-3394
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Procedure: Researcher White and Junior Researcher Dwyer instructed to stand 2m from the surface of the mass surrounding SCP-3394 with Researcher White focusing on a Foundation standard sentient entity test, pausing for roughly 1 minute per question. Researcher Dwyer directed to observe any anomalous activity.
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Results: Both researchers reported an unbroken stream of questions from the moment they were within 6m of the suspected center of the anomaly4 until roughly 6 minutes into the procedure, at which point researcher White vocalizes that the questions have stopped. SCP-3394 then reported to induce the sensation of being watched, with both researchers exhibiting signs of extreme distress. Junior Researcher Dwyer became agitated, expressing desire to attempt destruction of SCP-3394 via plastic explosive. SCP-3394 ceased all identifiable mental broadcasting at this time, and none has been detected since.
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Analysis:I don't know any other way to describe it. As soon as it knew we were there, as soon as it 'saw' us, or deduced our presence, or whatever, it… we… everything was so hopeless. It felt like being alone in the dark surrounded by monsters - knowing one's spotted you. I… I just wanted it to end. - Researcher White
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Ice Test - 6/12/17
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Subject: SCP-3394
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Procedure: SCP-3394 spontaneously reacted to the presence of ice cubes in Agent Grant's beverage, who had moved within 6m of SCP-3394 while performing unauthorized observation of the anomaly. Agent Grant spilled a portion of his beverage, including a single ice cube, on the structure surrounding SCP-3394.
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Results: Remaining Ice cubes exited Agent Grant's beverage with a suspected 345N of force and passed directly upwards through Agent Grant's skull. Ice cubes continued to move rapidly through the air in a roughly 8 meter radius around the center of SCP-3394 for the next 12 minutes. A gradual inward spiral was observed until the ice had fully melted.
+
+Analysis:Fortunately Agent Grant's death bought us valuable information. We have a new theory regarding how it 'perceives', or perhaps 'deduces' the existence of certain materials. Additionally, despite the speed of the ice chunks, when one struck a segment of aboveground tree roots5, all of the momentum immediately vanished from it, with no mechanical damage to either the ice, or the root. - Researcher White
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Ice Test 2 - 6/12/17
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Subject: SCP-3394
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+Procedure: Junior Researcher Dwyer approached to a distance of 10m from SCP-3394 and directed to throw a series of 10 5g ice cubes towards SCP-3394 over the course of 1 minute. D-4977 directed to use a 3m long wooden oar6 to intercept as many of the ice cubes as possible.
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Results: Ice cubes began moving in a rapid inward spiral as soon as they entered within 8.6m of the center of SCP-3394. D-4977 was able to intercept 1 of the ice cubes, resulting in the cube falling to the ground and remaining inert7. Remaining ice cubes struck the metal shell of SCP-3394 with sufficient force to dent the metal inwards and shatter the ice. Ice shards observed to continue grinding into the metal shell with masses of ice smaller than 0.1g becoming inert and falling to the ground.
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Analysis:The addition of a wooden shell has been made to the blueprints of the permanent containment unit. - Researcher White
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+
Paraffin wax Test - 6/12/17
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Subject: SCP-3394
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Procedure: Junior Researcher Dwyer provided with two 1g lumps of paraffin wax and directed to approach to a distance of 10m from SCP-3394 and throw one of the lumps on the ground within 2m of SCP-3394's outer shell. Junior Researcher Dwyer was then directed to throw remaining wax lump directly at the object's metal shell.
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Results: First wax lump produced no effect. Upon contact of the second wax lump with SCP-3394's metal shell, both wax lumps observed to accelerate rotationally around SCP-3394's center point in an inward spiral. Both wax lumps smeared into thin patches on the metal shell with no further observed effect.
+
+Analysis:The anomaly appears to recognize the presence of a given material only after something identical in composition to it touches the shell. I'm not certain why it doesn't work on grass and dirt. Or, for that matter, on the drywall and plastics that it must have come in contact with on the way here. Let's just call this one a win, and not let anything new touch it. - Researcher White
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Human Test - 6/15/17
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Subject: SCP-3394
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Foreword:The 'test' documented here was the result of D-4977 coming into contact with the outer shell of SCP-3394 during the course of an emergency addition of explosives to finish off an incomplete tunnel collapse beneath SCP-3394. I regret that we were careless enough to allow it to happen. - Head Researcher Richardet.
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Procedure: D-4977 comes into physical contact with the metal shell around SCP-3394 due to a loss of footing.
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Results: D-4977 observed to 'collapse' into SCP-3394's metal shell over the course of 14 seconds until no portion of his body was visible. This process reported to increase in speed exponentially towards the final seconds. D-4977 spoke throughout the first 12 seconds of this process. The log of these vocalizations follows.
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+Transcribed audio log 3394.4977: (D-4977 weeping throughout.) "This one doesn't want to live either! Why do we have to stay? I'm squeezing as hard as-" (No further recognizable vocalizations follow.)
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+Analysis:The demolition charge, thankfully, never touched the anomaly. We got it contained. - Researcher White
Special Containment Procedures: Satellite imagery is to be routinely monitored by Foundation-operated web analysis bot Upsilon-29 ("BULWER-LYTTON") for spontaneous architectural manifestation. Upsilon-29 and Foundation agents embedded in various postal services are to destroy any correspondences suspected to be from SCP-3506-A.
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If a structure is confirmed to be an SCP-3506 manifestation, Mobile Task Force Mu-101 ("House Hunters") is to establish a perimeter around the affected area and prevent access to it by civilians and SCP-3506-B subjects.
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Description: SCP-3506 is an anomalous global phenomenon primarily characterized by the spontaneous manifestation of residential buildings. The appearance of these structures varies depending on the architectural norms of the cultural setting in which they manifest; however, all instances generally give an impression of dilapidated opulence.
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Manifestations of SCP-3506 structures typically last around 30 days, and cease after the conclusion of a Clifford Event (described below). If any living person other than a subdesignated SCP-3506 entity attempts to approach an SCP-3506 structure, local topography will be anomalously altered to redirect the individual back the way they came.
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SCP-3506-A is a humanoid entity associated with SCP-3506 manifestations. SCP-3506-A assumes different identities depending on the culture in which it is manifesting, but always claims to be a legal professional who specializes in managing clients' affairs after their death.
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In the weeks leading up to a Clifford Event, SCP-3506-A will contact various citizens of the country it presently occupies and claim that a distant, wealthy relative has left them a large sum of money. Forged documents are often provided via electronic or physical mail to corroborate these claims. SCP-3506-A will enter a dormant state after it has persuaded 12 individuals (hereafter referred to as SCP-3506-B) to participate in a Clifford Event.
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During a Clifford Event, SCP-3506-B subjects gather at the SCP-3506 residence, ostensibly to hear the last will and testament of their fictitious relative. SCP-3506-A, acting as the executor, will then explain that SCP-3506-B subjects must remain in the house until the following morning in order to receive their inheritance. Furthermore, any who leave before sunrise will forfeit their inheritance, which will be evenly distributed among the remaining participants.
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At this time, an anomalous storm will begin to form around the property. SCP-3506-B subjects may successfully withdraw from a Clifford Event if they leave before sunset; after nightfall, the storm will drastically worsen and the surrounding landscape will be anomalously restructured to maximize flood severity. No SCP-3506-B subjects have survived an attempt to leave a Clifford Event after sunset.
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SCP-3506-C are additional humanoid entities that manifest during Clifford Events. The alleged identities of SCP-3506-C instances vary, but always involve a role related to the maintenance of the SCP-3506 residence and its surrounding property. SCP-3506-C are generally helpful toward SCP-3506-B subjects, but will occasionally make remarks or display mannerisms which seem intended to provoke feelings of unease.
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SCP-3506-D is a cloaked humanoid entity of inconsistent height which manifests between the hours of 12 and 6 AM during Clifford Events. Throughout this period, SCP-3506-D will intermittently stalk, mutilate, and kill SCP-3506-B subjects in a variety of ways. SCP-3506-D often uses the remains of its initial victim to construct a graphic tableau, presumably to intimidate surviving subjects. SCP-3506-D does not speak, but occasionally makes vocalizations such as laughter and whistling.
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To date, no SCP-3506-B subjects have survived a Clifford Event after sundown, and it is therefore unknown if any inheritable wealth described by SCP-3506-A actually exists.
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Addendum: On 19/02/2018, Foundation researchers successfully obtained an audio recording of a Clifford Event via listening devices planted on SCP-3506-B subjects. The following is a transcript of a notable conversation taken from these recordings.
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Foreword: Conversation between SCP-3506-B (Robert Bentley) and SCP-3506-C instance at 3:06 AM. Five subjects had been murdered by SCP-3506-D prior to this point. Context for certain events was extrapolated from subsequent comments by SCP-3506-B subjects who discovered the scene.
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[Begin Log]
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Bentley: Well, hello again. Trifles, was it?
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SCP-3506-C:Triffles, sir.
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Bentley: Right. Triffles the cook.
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SCP-3506-C: What are you doing in my kitchen, if I may ask?
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Bentley pulls a carving knife from a nearby knife block.
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Bentley: There's a killer on the loose. Better defend myself, right?
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SCP-3506-C: Y–yes, I suppose so, sir. But I must say, I rather doubt a knife will be of any use against the master, seeing as he's no longer entirely of this world.
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Bentley: Perhaps. But he's not my concern at the moment.
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Bentley drives the knife into SCP-3506-C's leg, then flips over a table and uses it to pin down SCP-3506-C.
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SCP-3506-C: Sir! Why me, sir? I haven't done nothing!
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Bentley: I highly doubt that. Someone lured us out here. I'd wager you know something about that.
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SCP-3506-C: Please, sir! I don't know anything! I'm only the cook!
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Bentley: Then how come none of the staff have died yet?
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SCP-3506-C whimpers. Bentley picks up a nearby butcher's knife and cuts off two of SCP-3506-C's fingers. SCP-3506-C screams.
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Bentley: I'm not fucking around here, Triffles.
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SCP-3506-C: Help! Somebody help me! He's trying to kill me!
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Bentley: Yes, keep that up. I'm sure everyone will happily come flocking to the scene of another murder—and I will kill you, Triffles, if you don't start talking right fucking now.
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SCP-3506-C: (Quietly) Please, sir. Please stop. I mustn't break character.
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Bentley: Break character? Break character?
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SCP-3506-C: (Weeping) Sir, please. Sir.
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Bentley: Tell me what the fuck is happening! Do you want to lose another finger?
Bentley: Theater? What's the point in putting on a show if you're going to kill your fucking audience?
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SCP-3506-C: (Unintelligible.)
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Bentley cuts off another of SCP-3506-C's fingers. SCP-3506-C screams again.
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Bentley: Answer the fucking question!
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SCP-3506-C: I said, you're not the audience!
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[End Log]
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Afterword: Following this exchange, SCP-3506-D materialized, disemboweled SCP-3506-B, and force-fed the intestines to the involved SCP-3506-C instance until it apparently expired from asphyxiation. This is the only known occurrence of SCP-3506-D committing violence against an SCP-3506-C entity.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3555 is to be contained in a purpose-built containment unit with interior dimensions of approximately 2 meters by 2 meters by 20 meters, currently under construction. Its exterior is to be disguised as a collapsed cliff following a major landslide, blocking access to part of Drakes Beach; a new access path is currently under construction in cooperation with the National Parks Service. Public access to the beach is closed until this work is completed; this closure is attributed to instability in the main access road. Once complete, the "landslide" will be documented by NPS photographers and a plaque describing the splitting of the beach will be installed in the Kenneth C. Patrick Visitor's Center.
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Current tidal and erosion estimates show that the freshly installed slope will remain sufficient to disguise the containment structure for approximately 75 years. This timescale is to be refined bi-annually based on updated estimates of global sea level rise rates and local hydrographic data. Existing National Seashore protections against development and construction should be sufficient to avoid non-erosive exposure of the containment structure.
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A protective framework with calibrated measurement markings has been constructed around the perimeter of SCP-3555-A to allow proper alignment of test subjects and to avoid accidental personnel exposure. Personnel are to avoid removal of the protective panels mounted on this framework except when necessary.
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Description: SCP-3555 is or was █████ ███████████, a human individual approximately 27 years of age previously living in San Francisco. SCP-3555 went missing on December 30, 2016, with his roommate reporting that ███████████ said he was going to "go take a drive to the beach" with no further information, and that ███████████ had reported suicidal ideation two days beforehand. The roommate called police when ███████████ did not return by 11:00 PM.
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Search efforts were hindered by the fact that ███████████ left cellular coverage upon entering Samuel P. Taylor State Park, and a full search of western Marin County took place. ███████████'s vehicle was located on Sir Francis Drake Boulevard at 3:00 AM on December 31; SCP-3555 was located by NPS rangers on January 3, after a postponement due to bad weather.
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SCP-3555 remains human in topological layout, but has been distorted, such that while its absolute height remains consistent with ███████████'s medical records, it is approximately 8 meters in length, skewed northeast-southwest, approximately parallel with the beach. SCP-3555 is approximately 40 centimeters in circumference at its widest point. Photographs corrected for this distortion show SCP-3555, apparently normal and alert, with an expression personnel have characterized as "relieved."
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SCP-3555 is resistant to normal hand sampling techniques. Though its clothing (distorted in the same manner as the rest of the object) possesses qualities corresponding to a heavily distorted textile weave, the underlying aspect shows markedly higher resilience than would be expected; a researcher was able to make a shallow scalpel cut with some effort, but was unable to retrieve any material, and no bleeding or other biological response was noted.
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The cut has not, as of this writing, been affected by any healing process. When combined with the lack of any movement of the object (aside from minor wind-induced clothing motion), researchers have concluded that SCP-3555 is no longer "alive" in any conventional sense; however, a conclusion has not yet been reached as to whether the object is dead.
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Additionally, an as-of-yet poorly characterized phenomenon extends a further five meters in the line of SCP-3555's distortion, forming a slanted cone. If corrected for distortion, it would form a vertical 45-degree cone extending from the top of SCP-3555's head. This phenomenon is designated SCP-3555-A.
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Humans and other animals with brains possessing a neocortex, or with cognitive processes similar to those of animals with a neocortex, are affected if the cone representing SCP-3555-A intersects their brain at any point. Tests with animals show an extensive variety of responses to induced intersection. Results were largely similar for certain orientations of the animal's brain in respect to SCP-3555-A; if the animal's brainstem intersects at any time, cessation of proper autonomous nervous function is immediate, with implanted EEG electrodes showing epileptiform activity in the affected region.
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If the brainstem does not intersect, the test specimen does not die immediately, but tends to exhibit abnormal behavior, with more debilitating behavior tending to occur both with deeper insertion and with a longer length of time spent inserted. Rats have been observed to:
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pace endlessly in circles
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form unusual obsessions with objects inside or outside their cages, or with specific research personnel
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constantly climb their cage walls and attempt to escape at any opportunity
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cease all voluntary motive activity altogether, including eating and drinking
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engage in self-destructive behavior, such as scratching, fur-pulling, or biting up to and including severing limbs or tail
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attempt suicide using enrichment devices or by inserting their head in cage doors as researchers are closing them.
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Notably, these behaviors are consistent between specimens and tests when the orientation and insertion depth of the test subject's brain into SCP-3555-A is preserved.
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One human, a National Parks Service ranger named ███ ██ involved in the search effort, was exposed to SCP-3555-A, and was brought to Foundation attention when, after several days, he was placed on a 72-hour psychiatric hold, suffering from a Cotard delusion among other symptoms. fMRI analysis showed unusual activity in a portion of ██'s superior frontal gyrus approximately consistent with low-grade frontal lobe epilepsy; this encompassed an area consistent with SCP-3555-A penetration to a depth of approximately one centimeter.
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During treatment, ██ insisted alternately that he was dead and that he should be dead, and was unable to distinguish between the two states when questioned. Notably, no unusual activity was exhibited in ██'s fusiform gyrus; extant cases of Cotard delusion are usually associated with disease or disorder of this area of the brain. Recovery was gradual over the course of two months, but complete.
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During interviews with Foundation therapists and psychiatrists, when asked about his life before entering the Parks Service, ██ recalled at various points both attending the local community college in Marin County before transferring to the Ranger Academy at Santa Rosa Junior College, and attending ████████ █████████████ University (SCP-3555's original alma mater) in ████████ before graduating with a Bachelor of Science in computer science, though he was unable to recall specific details of time spent at the latter institution.
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██ was unable to reconcile these memories, but they appear to have diminished along with his Cotard delusion; ██ states that he can remember claiming he attended the university, but is unable to remember why he claimed this.
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to Bishop's Glen Memorial Park has been moved to the southern end of the park. Foundation agents under the guise of park rangers are to detain any person(s) attempting to enter the park outside of the southern public entrance.
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All materials recovered from SCP-3598 are to be stored in biological containment units.
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Description: SCP-3598 is an extra-dimensional location accessible from Bishop's Glen Memorial Park, Columbiana County, Ohio. SCP-3598 is visually and geographically identical to Bishop's Glen and its surroundings, though SCP-3598 is observed to exist in a state of perpetual autumn. Although the area outside SCP-3598 is also visible, attempting to exit the confines of the park will cause the individual to leave SCP-3598. SCP-3598 appears to overlap with Bishop's Glen; those exiting SCP-3598 in a particular location will find themselves in the equivalent area outside Bishop's Glen.
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SCP-3598 is only accessible under certain conditions. If these conditions are not met in order, entry to SCP-3598 is impossible.
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The individual must enter Bishop's Glen from geographic north.
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The individual must then walk for at least thirty continuous minutes within the park; direction is irrelevant. Moving faster than what would commonly be considered "walking" will upset the required conditions.
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After thirty minutes have passed, the individual must make their way to the creek located in the south-east portion of the park. At this point, running or sprinting will meet the required conditions.
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Climbing down to the creek bed from any point will place the individual within SCP-3598. Displacement is instantaneous.
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SCP-3598 was discovered by the Foundation after an anonymous letter was received by the Columbiana County Sheriff's Office detailing how to find and enter SCP-3598. Foundation assets within the office were alerted, and instituted a cover-up. Investigation into the source of the letter is ongoing.
You've been looking for quite a
+while. I'm going to give them
+to you.
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1.) Go to Bishop's Glen Memorial Park.
+ Go in from the top/north.
+2.) Walk around a bit 30 mintuse[sic] a half hour
+will d[sic]. DO NOT RUN!!!!!!
+
3.) Go to the creek at the south-east
+You can run now. They did too.
+4.) Go down into the creek. You
+should be there now.
+
Just look around for a bit.
+ I'm sure you can find them
+ now.
+If you want to leave, just go outside.
+I wouldn't stay long, something feels
+wrong now.
+I have/want to show off. Let's
+keep this our little secret, ok?
+
From, You don't know who I am.
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But you will
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+
Addendum: Foundation researchers were able to retrieve several objects from within SCP-3598:
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Multiple gum wrappers (mint)
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Several copies of different pornographic magazines
SCP-711 is a device assembled from several highly-modified [DATA REDACTED] high-energy physics equipment. Its primary function [DATA EXPUNGED]: in short, it is capable of sending data into its past and of receiving data from its future.
The Stag is a god, and it is not a petty local god. It is not one of the mild gods of Earth, or some weaker spirit that is bound by the strength of man’s belief.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-3797 does not yet exist, it does not require containment.
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The Temporal Anomalies Department is to build SCP-3797. They are permitted to use other SCP objects and temporal anomalies in this process, with O5 approval.
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Once SCP-3797 has been constructed, it is to be used once, in order to terminate SCP-3797-ARC on 0742 UTC 06/13/2015. It is then to be dismantled.
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Description: SCP-3797 will be a retrocausal weapon capable of terminating a target at a date in the relative past of activation. SCP-3797 will be used at least one time, at an indeterminate date in the future, to terminate SCP-3797-ARC at 0742 UTC 06/13/2015. It is currently unknown how SCP-3797 will function.
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SCP-3797-ARC was an apex-tier pluripotent entity. SCP-3797-ARC possessed near-omniscience, but did not possess precognitive abilities. For more information gathered from SCP-3797-ARC's dormant state, see SCP-3797-ARC's main file.
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At 0739 UTC 06/13/2015, SCP-3797-ARC awakened, as predicted, and began to initiate a CK-Class Restructuring Scenario. Termination was authorized in order to prevent such an event. MTF Omega-9 ("The Scrubs") and MTF Omega-12 ("Achilles Heels") attempted to terminate SCP-3797-ARC, but all such efforts were prevented by SCP-3797-ARC's reality-altering capabilities.
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The insignia of the Temporal Anomalies Department.
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At 0742 UTC 06/13/2015, several hundred instances of the Temporal Anomalies Department insignia appeared upon SCP-3797-ARC. Five seconds later, all of SCP-3797-ARC's flesh disintegrated. 72 further instances of the Temporal Anomalies Department insignia were discovered on the ground surrounding the previous location of SCP-3797-ARC.
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At this time, sensors employed by the Temporal Anomalies Department detected a high-energy temporal displacement originating from the future.
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The current prediction of future events is that the Temporal Anomalies Department will have been able to neutralize SCP-3797-ARC by placing the cause of its death after its death, preventing it from knowing of its termination and using its anomalous capabilities to prevent such an event.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3842 must be kept within a safe with a 10x10x10 centimeter interior, with a 2 centimeter thick rubber padding on all sides. A blast-resistant camera has been placed within the safe to monitor SCP-3842 at all times. Any time SCP-3842 is removed from the safe, it must be handled with insulated rubber gloves.
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Description: SCP-3842 is a standard 5 millimeter red LED that emits a variable voltage of static electricity from both its cathode and anode leg, even if it is not connected to anything else. The brightness of the LED directly correlates with the outputted voltage level. SCP-3842 can produce anywhere from 0 to 8192 volts.
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SCP-3842 was initially discovered following a house fire in a suburban neighborhood of ███████████, Ohio. SCP-3842 was determined to have been on a desk in the house's garage, and was likely the source of the fire. Reports from local authorities have shown that while the home had 4 residents, only 3 were found, one of which having been killed by the fire. Foundation assistance was requested after several searches conducted to locate this fourth civilian, a 38 year old male by the name of Robert ███████, were largely unsuccessful. Each resident has been designated PoI-3842-1 through 4, with PoI-3842-4 referring to Robert.
Foreword: PoI-3842-2 is the wife of PoI-3842-4, Susan ███████. This interview was conducted approximately one week after the incident. PoI-3842-2 was unaware of Dr. ███'s affiliation with the Foundation, instead believing him to be a local government official.
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<Begin Log>
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Dr. ███: Good afternoon, Mrs. ███████. I hope that all of this isn't too stressful for you; you've been through a lot recently.
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PoI-3842-2: Thanks, and you too… Have you found anything at all on Robert? I'm worried sick about him, I don't want to lose him too…
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Dr. ███: I'm afraid not, Mrs. ███████. The only evidence we could find was a small, electronic LED. Would you happen to know anything about something like that?
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PoI-3842-2: Well, Robert did get Jonathan1 an electronics kit for his birthday, which… would've been today… The last thing he said to me was that he was going to make Jonathan's present special for him. He really loved that boy, he wanted to show him as much of the world as he could…
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PoI-3842-2 looks towards the ground, with tears beginning to form in her eyes.
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Dr. ███: Take your time if you need to, I understand that this is quite upsetting for you.
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PoI-3842-2: It's… It's fine. I still have my baby girl Hope2 to keep me company, at least.
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Dr. ███: Okay. For the sake of record-keeping, would you mind telling what exactly happened when your house burned down?
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PoI-3842-2: Sure, um… I was just making dinner, I thought the smoke detector was just going off again because I'm terrible at it. Jonathan… he really was the investigative type, always looking too far into things… he didn't believe it was because of me. He went down to the garage and saw the flames, yelling for me to grab Hope and get out of there. He was determined to rescue his father… I never saw either of them again…
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Dr. ███: I'm sorry, Mrs. ███████. That seems to be all the time we have for today. We'll be sure to keep you informed if we do find anything.
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<End Log>
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Addendum 3842.2: Recovered Document
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The following was found on a folded sheet of paper in one of the pockets of PoI-3842-3.
Pictured below is a drawing in crayon of what appears to be PoI-3842-3 and PoI-3842-4 in costumes similar to that of stereotypical superhero characters.
Special Containment Procedures: Copies of this document are retained in both digital and physical formats at all Foundation sites. Access to this document by Foundation personnel is not to be restricted, regardless of clearance level. In the event of a full ED-K-Class Lethe Scenario1 taking place and affecting more than 80% of the human population, public knowledge of this document and the existence of the Foundation is permitted, and can be approved if more than half of the acting O5 Council and more than half of the acting Ethics Committee vote as such.
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Per every Foundation facility, at least one specialist who has undergone full Mk. III Amnesia Resistance Targeted Mnestic Exposure Training2 should have this document memorized.
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Two specific ED-K Lethe Events are considered theoretical but likely to occur, and each poses a unique threat to successful containment operations. These scenarios, and their respective containment procedures, are outlined below:
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In the event that SCP-3848 induces widespread memory loss of the concept of itself, SCP-3848 is to be reclassified as a Class V Self-Concealing Memetic Construct3 and treated accordingly. Following that, this document is then to be rewritten with the same containment procedures (unless unforeseen changes are necessary), a Description different enough from the original to be recalled without memory issue, and a different Item Number, and then re-posted to IntSCPFN4 listings as soon as possible.
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In the event that SCP-3848 affects the knowledge of anything conceptually similar to the Foundation's existence, the knowledge of what is or is not considered anomalous by Foundation standards, and/or the concept of containment, personnel affected are to be transferred out of the area affected into the custody of memetics specialists in unaffected Foundation facilities. The affected persons should then be exposed to memetic symbols or phrases designed to induce recollection of these concepts.5
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Description: SCP-3848 is the designation for a collective memory loss phenomenon affecting all residents of any one specific region6 at any given time. Manifestations of SCP-3848's effects are referred to as ED-K Lethe Events, and occur at random with no historical correlation to each other.
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An ED-K Lethe Event is characterized by the following parameters:
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Knowledge of a concept, object, or entity will be expunged through anomalous means from the memory of the affected humans. This occurs without warning and can only be identified as having occurred by an outside observer who was not exposed to SCP-3848's effects.
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Any memories of interactions with things forgotten will still exist, but will have no context in the affected person's frame of reference. Memories of forgotten concepts will be vague and difficult to describe, with affected persons citing that attempting to recall details of occurrences feels counter-intuitive and psychologically uncomfortable.
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Loss of memory of a concept is long-lasting7 and self-sustaining; if an affected person is reminded of a concept forgotten, they will forget again as soon as the topic changes, and will undergo the same reintroduction every time they are exposed to the concept. Clinical treatment using targeted mnestics administration can be effective, but has only a 9% success rate in tests thus far. Investigation into controlled anomalous forced memory recollection technology is underway.8
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Due to the nature of SCP-3848's effects, it is difficult to ascertain records of the first documented event, if such records exist. The first event available in Foundation records is the case of July 12th, 2003 in ████, Wisconsin, in which 156 Foundation personnel and approximately 60,000 civilians suddenly and anomalously lost all knowledge of the existence of all canine species, including their pets. This occurrence was limited to the region of ████, with all residents inside city limits affected, all personnel at nearby Site-██ affected, and 50% of ████ County affected. Notably, no persons outside of county lines were affected. Details on this case, and others, are available in Addendum I.
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It is unknown how many ED-K Lethe Events have occurred without the Foundation's knowledge, what concepts may or may not have been purged from collective human memory, and how long SCP-3848 has been active. It is theorized that at least one major, worldwide series of connected events — referred to in Foundation documentation as an ED-K-Class Lethe Scenario — has already taken place at some point in the recent past. However, details of these events, if they did take place, are not easily accessible due to the inherent self-sustaining nature of the memory loss induced by SCP-3848. ED-K Lethe Events occur approximately thrice a month as of 04/2018, showing a 78% increase in average rate of occurrence since the first detected event in 2003.
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Addendum I: Included below is a selection of SCP-3848 example cases.
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Date of Occurrence: July 16, 2003
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Location Affected: ████ County, Wisconsin, USA
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Number of Civilians Affected: Approx. 60,000
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Number of Foundation Personnel Affected: 156
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Description of Concept Affected: The existence of dogs/canine species; all affected persons lost all knowledge and awareness of the existence of canine species.
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Events Transpired: At least 20 civilian dog owners made calls to police and animal control, citing that an unfamiliar creature was present in their home. Local responders agreed that the creatures were unfamiliar, and contacted state authorities, who were unaffected by the SCP-3848 event due to their location outside the area of effect; embedded Foundation agents then informed nearby Site-██ of the occurrences, only to discover that Site-██ had also been affected. It was at this point that SCP-3848 was officially documented as an anomalous phenomenon and preliminary containment procedures were developed. An interview between Specialist Ryland, the only unaffected person in the area9 and an affected agent was conducted, and a transcript of this interview is included below.
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Results and Impact: As re-education efforts were shown to repeatedly fail due to the self-sustaining nature of SCP-3848's effects, dogs were relocated to neighboring counties' adoption shelters. Approximately 80 percent of ████ County's population has lived there since the event, and still hold no memory of dogs. The 20 percent who moved to the area after the event occurred are unaffected.
On July 16th, 2003, Specialist Ryland of Site-██ conducted an interview with Agent █████, who was affected by July 12th's ED-K Lethe Event. Specialist Ryland was, at the time, Site-██'s only employee who had undergone Mk. III ARTMET training, and thus was able to successfully counter the effects of the event long enough to interview Agent █████ and lead preliminary research efforts on SCP-3848. A transcript of the relevant interview segment follows:
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10:02 | Specialist Ryland: As you've been informed, I'm conducting this series of interviews to determine the effects of this memory-affecting event on Site-██'s personnel, including myself. Do you still have in mind the topic we'll be discussing?
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+10:02 | Agent █████: Yeah, you said dogs, right?
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10:02 | Specialist Ryland: That's correct. You have a dog at home, yes?
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+10:02 | Agent █████: I do?
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10:02 | Specialist Ryland: You cited to me before this interview that you own a white Russian wolfhound.
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+10:02 | Agent █████: A Russian- That does sound familiar. What did you say this Russian thing was?
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10:02 | Specialist Ryland: A dog. Canines are a non-anomalous type of animal that humans have domesticated and bred just like we did with cats.
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Agent █████ pauses for 10 seconds.
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+10:03 | Agent █████: Wow. I wonder how I went so long without knowing that. What else did you need to ask?
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10:03 | Specialist Ryland: It's imperative you understand that you very recently did know about dogs, but were anomalously induced to forget by the effects of newly-discovered SCP-3848, a memory loss phenomenon. Site-██, and the rest of ████ County, were just affected by an event that caused us to forget canines exist. People outside of our area were not affected. I have had memetic resistance training that allows me to focus on the topic longer than most, but SCP-3848 induces repetitive memory loss and our research has shown that subjects forgotten are invariably forgotten again, even if retaught. Does this make sense to you?
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+10:03 | Agent █████: Yes. It's not the craziest I've heard. I'll try to wrap my head around it.
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10:04 | Specialist Ryland: Alright. Unfortunately, this is the third time that I've given you this briefing. I recommend clearing your head of any and all thoughts or topics except for dogs, SCP-3848, and this conversation. I have some pictures of dogs printed out here on the table for you. Try to explain what your reaction is to seeing these pictures of dogs.
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+10:04 | Agent █████: I don't like how you keep saying 'dogs'. It doesn't sound like a real word.
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10:04 | Specialist Ryland: Noted. Can you please look at these images of dogs?
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Agent █████ picks up a photograph of their pet, a white Borzoi.
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+10:04 | Agent █████: It doesn't look real. Almost like a horse, but too soft. Hard to believe that we've always had these things around.
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10:04 | Specialist Ryland: Indeed. That dog is yours, and lives in your townhome offsite.
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+10:05 | Agent █████: This is mine? I don't know how to take care of it. What do we do about that?
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10:05 | Specialist Ryland: Personnel from my department will address that with you later today.
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+10:05 | Agent █████: Are all of these pictures… dogs?
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10:05 | Specialist Ryland: Yes. These are all different breeds of dogs.
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Agent █████ picks up a photograph of an American pitbull.
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+10:05 | Agent █████: Wow, this looks very different from the white one. Probably the most different out of all of the pictures here. And what type of creature is this?
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10:05 | Specialist Ryland: This is also a dog.
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+10:05 | Agent █████: Oh, right, a dog. And what SCP did you say they are?
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10:05 | Specialist Ryland: Dogs are not an SCP object. Your memory of dogs, which are a very well-known and domesticated type of animal all over the planet, is being anomalously influenced by SCP-3848.
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+10:05 | Agent █████: Oh, right, right. You told me about that one.
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10:05 | Specialist Ryland: Yes. Now, could you please describe for the record the thoughts and feelings you are experiencing every time you make an attempt to remember dogs, or think about dogs?
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+10:05 | Agent █████: Very uncomfortable. I feel like I should be talking about something else.
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10:05 | Specialist Ryland: Do you feel there is a reason for this?
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Agent █████ is silent for 8 seconds.
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+10:05 | Agent █████: Not really. It feels like… um… I'm sorry, I'm losing my train of thought here. Can you repeat your q- Wait, no, no, I remember, damn it. These pictures are of dogs. Okay, I've got this. Something doesn't want me to remember dogs. Do you know the concept of dimensions higher than three?
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10:06 | Specialist Ryland: We need to make an effort to stay on the topic of dogs, and SCP-3848.
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+10:06 | Agent █████: Just bear with me. You know when you look at a 3D rendition of a 4D cube, and you sort of get it, but you feel like you're missing some key aspect of actually processing how it exists, and you just can't get yourself to comprehend it, because you have no way of perceiving the space it naturally exists in?
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10:06 | Specialist Ryland: I think so, yes.
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+10:06 | Agent █████: That's what looking at these pictures of dogs makes me think. I get that these easily could have showed up in Earth's evolution — er, I mean, I get that that's why they're real — but they look and feel alien. Thinking about them is like thinking about those other dimensions in space. I get that it's possible, but I don't have the means to comprehend it.
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10:06 | Specialist Ryland: Excellent. Thank you.
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+10:06 | Agent █████: Is that it? Can I go now? I really want to think about something else. All of this memetic shit is giving me a headache. I don't think I'd make it if I were in your department.
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10:06 | Specialist Ryland: Yes, that's it. I'll have two of my coworkers meet you at your house tonight to discuss what to do with your dog.
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10:07 | Agent █████: Oh wow, I don't think I caught the fact that I have a dog. I wonder what I'm going to do about that.
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10:07 | Specialist Ryland: Again, our personnel will assist you with that. For the time being, this interview is concluded. You may return to your shift.
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10:07 | Agent █████: Oh, okay, thanks.
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Date of Occurrence: August 12, 2005
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Location Affected: Wilmington, North Carolina, USA
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Number of Civilians Affected: Approx. 110,000
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Number of Foundation Personnel Affected: 13
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Description of Concept Affected: The sport of line fishing; commercial/bulk net fishing was not affected, nor was the concept of fish.
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Events Transpired: On August 12, customers in a local sporting goods store inquired as to the nature and purpose of the fishing rods up for sale. Store associates cited that the devices were unfamiliar to them as well. Although the process took 48 hours, the abnormality eventually spread by word of mouth to the Wilmington Police Department, and from there to Foundation personnel stationed at Site-42. As Site-42 is not within Wilmington's official city limits, personnel on-site were not affected, but 13 personnel who had been inside city limits for the day were affected.
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Results and Impact: Wilmington residents remain familiar with other methods of fishing, but are averse to line fishing. Line fishing is still a professional sport in the coastal area, although participants and organizers are always from areas outside of Wilmington's official city limits. 15 percent of the original affected persons have now moved, with city population swelling in following years, and as a result about half of Wilmington is now familiar with line fishing.
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Date of Occurrence: October 23, 2007
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Location Affected: Felixstowe, United Kingdom
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Number of Civilians Affected: Approx. 23,000
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Number of Foundation Personnel Affected: 1
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Description of Concept Affected: The existence of boats, but not the concept of buoyant materials.
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Events Transpired: Two Foundation operatives were dispatched to Felixstowe for a mission involving an unrelated anomaly. One operative spent the night in Felixstowe with intentions to use a small private motorboat to cross an inlet and rendezvous with their partner at nearby Harwich International Port for extraction. On the morning of October 23, the operative in Felixstowe reported that they could not complete the mission because they knew of no way to cross the body of water without swimming. After some conversation between the two operatives, the unaffected person reported the strange behavior to Foundation supervisors, and the event was investigated accordingly; it was then determined by investigation that the entire parish of Felixstowe was affected.
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Results and Impact: Felixstowe residents expressed unease regarding their proximity to water, resulting in a panic that caused most residents to purchase life preservers and other such devices, in preparation for the theoretical possibility that someone could fall into water and have no way of being rescued quickly. Images of passing ships were posted to social media with confusion, and Foundation information suppression specialists were tasked with removing traces of these posts as they occurred, either manually or through use of a keyword-targeting bot.
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Date of Occurrence: March 18, 2011
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Location Affected: Queens, New York City, New York, USA
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Number of Civilians Affected: Approx. 2.3 million
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Number of Foundation Personnel Affected: 730
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Description of Concept Affected: The existence of the turn signal indicator in passenger vehicles.
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Events Transpired: An Offsite Response Driver for Site-██ was observed not using his signal by a passenger from an out-of-state site. The resulting discussion between the two eventually led to investigation by Site-██ and subsequent public analysis of the phenomenon.
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Results and Impact: Minimal impact was observed. Traffic patterns for the area saw a 2.8% increase in accidents per year for two years and then returned to normal averages.
Description of Concept Affected: The mechanics through which alternating current electricity functions; the use of electricity and electrical devices was not affected, nor was the knowledge that electricity exists.
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Events Transpired: All affected persons became incapable of comprehending how wide-scale power distribution works, including employees of power companies and local government. Mainz suffered a three-day power outage due to lack of action by power grid operators; Foundation informants embedded in national government reported on the issue and were eventually able to transfer personnel from out of the area to manage power stations.
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Results and Impact: Power grid was successfully restored. Most of Mainz's population remains affected, but power grid operations personnel have been replaced with informed employees and the city now operates normally.
Description of Concept Affected: The fact that murder is illegal, as well as the fact that it is generally regarded as immoral.
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Events Transpired: On the morning of January 3, a ████████ █████ resident killed his neighbor via blunt force impact with a sharpened stone. Onlookers did not report the event to law enforcement. After approximately 72 hours, a traveler from outside city limits entered ████████ █████, witnessed a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police kill a civilian seemingly at random with an audience of several witnesses, and fled the town to inform law enforcement in another area. It was through these channels that the Foundation was eventually alerted to the events that had taken place.
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Results and Impact: [DATA EXPUNGED]
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Extensive records of all known SCP-3848 events documented by the Foundation are available for persons with Level 4/3848 clearance, and can be requested from the Site-42 Memetics and Cognitohazards Department.
Special Containment Procedures: The property containing SCP-3865 is to be owned and guarded by a Foundation front company. Level-3 clearance is required in order to enter SCP-3865.
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UPDATE: SCP-3865 are not to be entered under any circumstances. SCP-3865 are to be monitored by armed security personnel at all times for any irregular activity. SCP-3865 are to be kept from filling to capacity with barley grains through the regular removal and incineration thereof.
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Description: SCP-3865 are a pair of concrete stave tower silos located within ██ square kilometers of abandoned farmland in ███████, Idaho. SCP-3865 are in a state of dilapidation, with heavy rusting and structural damage indicating sustained neglect. SCP-3865 are always filled with variable amounts of barley (Hordeum vulgare) grains. These grains do not decay, and will replenish themselves if removed.
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Any individual who is fully submerged in SCP-3865’s grain supply will emerge in an alternate and far less dilapidated version of SCP-38651 within an extradimensional location designated SCP-3865-1. Individuals may exit SCP-3865-1 and renter baseline reality through the same process. SCP-3865-1 is composed mostly of farmland and has a total surface area of ██ square kilometers, beyond which is an impenetrable white mist. The entirety of SCP-3865-1’s farmland is dedicated to growing barley. SCP-3865-1 is inhabited by two species, designated SCP-3865-2 and SCP-3865-3.
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SCP-3865-2 are humanoid organisms resembling "scarecrows". SCP-3865-2 vary from 1.4 to 2.2 meters in height, and are outwardly composed of dried barley and cloth. SCP-3865 are sentient, sapient, and capable of speech2, communicating in American English with pronounced midwestern accents. SCP-3865-2 have not been observed to age or expire, and do not regularly eat, drink, or sleep, instead dedicating most of their time toward the communal effort of harvesting barley grains and depositing them within SCP-3865-A3. Due to the constraints of their pre-industrial farming tools, the number of acres available, and the seasonal growth patterns of barley, this accumulation of grain is slow and gradual. SCP-3865-2 are generally friendly toward Foundation personnel, and can thus be approached without incident. (See Addendum 3865.2)
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SCP-3865-3 instances are physically identical to American crows (Corvus brachyrhynchos). Like SCP-3865-2 instances, SCP-3865-3 instances do not require sustenance or sleep in any form. While they are not believed to be sapient, SCP-3865-3 instances are intelligent enough to understand and obey verbal commands from both SCP-3865-2 instances and Foundation personnel. Like SCP-3865-2 instances, SCP-3865-3 instances are primarily oriented toward the task of growing and harvesting barley.
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Addendum 3865.1:Interview Log 04/22/2016
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Interviewer: Dr. Jorgensen (Head Researcher of SCP-3865)
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Subject: SCP-3865-2-24 (referred to by other instances as “Farmer Jeck”)
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Dr. Jorgensen: Excuse me, I was wondering if you would be able to answer some questions for me.
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SCP-3865-2-24: Sure thing, just hang on a sec. [SCP-3865-2-24 steps out of the barley field and places its pitchfork on the ground]
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SCP-3865-2-24: Alright, ask away.
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Dr. Jorgensen: Why do you and your people harvest barley and store it in those silos? [Dr. Jorgenson points at SCP-3865-A] You don’t seem to use it for food, so what purpose does it serve?
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SCP-3865-2-24: Why, we’re saving it all for the Harvest Festival! It should be coming up real soon, y’know.
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Dr. Jorgensen: I see, and what exactly is this “Harvest Festival”?
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SCP-3865-2-24: Why, it’s only our oldest and most important tradition! Every couple of hundred years or so, when we’ve collected enough grain to fill the silos, we celebrate by throwing an enormous party. You and your science friends should come, it’s not something you’ll want to miss. There’ll be singing and dancing and more food than you know what do do with! [laughs]
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Dr. Jorgensen: That sounds interesting. When will it be?
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SCP-3865-2-24: Probably later this year. The last few harvests have been a little low, with this cold spell and whatnot, but one more yield should do the trick. You’ll get a more formal invitation once it’s all planned out. Hope you can make it!
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Addendum 3865.2:Incident Report 12/09/2016
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On 12/02/2016, a handwritten note emerged from SCP-3865, inviting Dr. Jorgensen and any other willing personnel to attend the “Harvest Festival”, which was to occur a week later at 5:00 pm4.
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Head Researcher Dr. Jorgensen, intending to study the cultural practices and significance of the festival, entered SCP-3865 at 4:55 pm, accompanied by Agent █████. Agent █████ emerged from SCP-3865 the following morning in a heavily disheveled state. Dr. Jorgensen was never recovered.
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The following is a transcript of footage recovered from Agent █████’s body camera.
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4:55:47 pm: Dr. Jorgensen and Agent █████ emerge from SCP-3865-A
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4:56:09 pm: Dr. Jorgensen and Agent █████ are greeted by several SCP-3865-2 instances, and are lead to an open field.
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5:03:20 pm: An SCP-3865-2 instance can be seen playing a banjo while several other instances perform a dance resembling the hoedown. Dr. Jorgensen is encouraged to participate, and eventually obliges after writing some precursory observations in his notepad. Agent █████ watches, and is not approached by any SCP-3865-2 instances.
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6:45:13 pm: SCP-3865-2 instances cease dancing, and move toward a distant barn. Dr. Jorgensen and Agent █████ follow.
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Dr. Jorgensen and Agent █████ enter the barn, where a large table can be seen holding several edible dishes5. The origin of these dishes is unknown.
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6:46:31 pm: Dr. Jorgensen and Agent █████ sit at the table, along with the SCP-3865-2 instances. They are offered food, but politely decline. SCP-3865-2 instances can be seen inserting food into gaps in their cloth exterior. How or if this food is digested is unknown.
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7:58:53 pm: Dinner concludes. Dr. Jorgensen and Agent █████ are lead back into the open field, along with all the SCP-3865-2 instances. They sit in a circle of wicker chairs that have been placed around a pile of dried barley approximately 3 meters in diameter.
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8:00:04 pm: An SCP-3865-2 instance, hereafter designated SCP-3865-2-58, climbs on top of the barley pile and blows through an object resembling a cornucopia, producing a low, guttural tone.
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SCP-3865-2-58: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and congratulations on another successful harvest! [applause] We’ve put in a lot of hard work over the last several decades, through the good times and the bad, all for this one special night. Now, as much as we all enjoy the music and the dancing and the enormous feast that comes with each Harvest Festival, it is important to remember what this celebration is really about. It’s about friendship, kinship, and family. It’s about all of us coming together as a community to celebrate our roots, and to reap the outcome of our labor. With that in mind, I would like our honored guest for this evening, Dr. Jorgensen, to come up here and join me. [gestures to Dr. Jorgensen]
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8:01:37 pm: Dr. Jorgensen politely declines at first, but is eventually lead onto the barley pile.
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SCP-3865-2-58: Dr. Jorgensen, on behalf of all of us, we humbly thank you for your contribution to the Harvest.
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8:02:05 pm: SCP-3865-2-58 wraps its arms around Dr. Jorgensen's neck and squeezes violently. Several other SCP-3865-2 instances climb onto the barley pile to assist in restraining Dr. Jorgensen.
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8:02:07 pm: Agent █████ draws his firearm and shoots several SCP-3865-2 instances. An unidentified red liquid can be seen leaking from their wounds, but they appear unfazed.
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8:02:46 pm: Agent █████'s is separated from his gun, and is overpowered and restrained shortly thereafter by the crowd of SCP-3865-2 instances.
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8:03:29 pm: Dr. Jorgensen ceases movement, and is presumed to be unconscious. SCP-3865-2-58 and the other SCP-3865-2 instances lay him down on the barley pile and walk out of view.
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8:03:51 pm: SCP-3865-58 returns with a burning clump of barley stems, and throws it onto the barley pile, igniting it along with Dr. Jorgensen. Audience applauds.
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8:04:38 pm: Black smoke begins to rise from the burning barley pile, congealing into several thousand SCP-3865-3 instances, which then fly out of view.
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At this time, a large number of SCP-3865-3 instances were seen emerging from SCP-3865. Security personnel were ordered to terminate as many instances as possible, but were largely unsuccessful. Terminated instances each held a single barley grain in their beak. SCP-3865 were empty following this event.
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Addendum 3865.2:Aftermath of Incident 12/09/2016
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Over several months following Incident 12/09/2016, numerous anomalous phenomena were reported across the western and midwestern United States. These occurrences are presumed to be related to Incident 12/09/2016. Following these phenomena, Class-A amnestics were administered to all civilians involved, and SCP-3865's containment procedures were updated.
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The following is a list of reported phenomena:
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Feathers resembling those of Corvus brachyrhynchos were found in approximately ███,███ bedrooms on 12/10/2016. All bedrooms belonged to or were currently being inhabited by females between the ages of 13 and 45.
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In the months following 12/09/2016, approximately ██,███ females reported excreting variable amounts of barley fibers, cloth, and foreign human tissue during menstruation. Genetic sequencing of tissue samples revealed portions of DNA matching that of Dr. Jorgenson.
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Between 08/11/2017 and 10/19/2017, approximately █,███ females unexpectedly entered labor, each birthing a single SCP-3865-2 instance shortly thereafter. Birthed SCP-3865-2 instances measured between 46 cm and 56 cm, and were fully mobile. Once birthed, SCP-3865-2 instances traveled along the shortest possible route toward the location of SCP-3865, only deviating from said route when faced with an obstruction.
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Through the use of incendiary devices, all birthed SCP-3865-2 instances were successfully incapacitated and/or terminated before reaching SCP-3865. Autopsies later revealed that captured instances each contained a stillborn human fetus beneath their barley exterior.
On 11/26/17, approximately one month after the enactment of updated containment procedures, an envelope emerged from SCP-3865. Within the envelope was a handwritten note, along with a slightly charred head of barley. The note read as follows:
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Greetings scientists,
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It appears a plague of vermin has wiped out our most recent harvest. A plague that continues to hinder our growth by stealing our supply of seeds. Now, you folks may be men of science, but we know a thing or two about the Earth, and how to tame and cultivate its soils. We will do everything in our power to eliminate these vermin, until all that remain are their fertile ashes, from which we will reap our most bountiful harvest yet.
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-3925 has a global reach and is spontaneously generated from an unknown source, full containment is not currently feasible. Until such time as a permanent containment solution can be found, these procedures have been developed in order to minimise the duration and scale of SCP-3925 events and lower the risk of public exposure.
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All individuals under the effect of an SCP-3925 event, once identified by local Foundation sources, are to be transported to the nearest Subdivision 03 facility. With the cooperation of national and international governments, these have been provided with the cover of government agencies relevant to the region. Affected individuals will be given an appropriate briefing regarding the agency needing to collect information from them, and reside on site while they complete SCP-3925-1 with the assistance of Foundation clerical staff. Once SCP-3925-1 has been completed to a satisfactory degree and the SCP-3925 event affecting an individual has concluded, they may then be released to their previous activities, with a subsequent 60-day observation period in the community.
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Securing the cooperation of SCP-3925 affected individuals in this manner has been found to be the most effective and humane way of SCP-3925 containment, and each Subdivision 03 facility has been authorised to pay these individuals a salary based on local wages for the duration of their time. However, coercion should be considered if individuals refuse to cooperate. Disclosure of classified Foundation data regarding the nature of SCP-3925 is authorised with the approval of level 4 staff, but personality types where this assists in securing cooperation are uncommon. If coercive measures were used, or individuals access classified information at any point in this process, amnestics should be administered prior to their release into the community.
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If SCP-3925-1 is impossible to successfully complete, or a SCP-3925 event persists for more than 20 iterations, termination of the affected individual is advised. After the events of Incident 3925-1, termination of any individual under the effect of SCP-3925 is prohibited. As partially completing an iteration of SCP-3925-1 reduces the growth rate of subsequent iterations, optimal containment requires some individuals to continue working on SCP-3925-1 indefinitely. Given the distress this situation causes, coercion is necessary for this purpose. There are currently ███ individuals in this situation in Foundation custody.
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Since 1989, Administrative Subdivision 03 has been responsible for SCP-3925 management to facilitate centralised and streamlined containment measures. See Addendum 3925-1 for details.
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Description: SCP-3925 is a phenomenon where affected individuals receive an A4 paper form requesting varying personal details (SCP-3925-1). From the first receipt of SCP-3925-1 individuals are considered to be affected by an ongoing SCP-3925 event. If SCP-3925-1 is completed successfully and placed in a mailbox within 30 days, it will dematerialise and the SCP-3925 event will conclude. However, if SCP-3925-1 is completed incorrectly or not returned, the individual will receive a new iteration of SCP-3925-1 to which the same conditions apply. When a new iteration is generated, the previous iteration loses its anomalous properties. Efforts to track SCP-3925-1 prior to its appearance or after its disappearance have been unsuccessful.
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SCP-3925 is estimated to affect ~200 individuals per month worldwide. All affected individuals are literate and numerate adults who reside in areas with a developed postal system, although SCP-3925-1 appears to materialise at the individual's dwelling rather than being delivered by the postal service. However, once an individual is under SCP-3925's effect, these criteria no longer apply, and SCP-3925-1 will continue to manifest in their vicinity. Given these requirements, SCP-3925 has historically been observed in the developed world, but changing global economic circumstances have led to an increase in SCP-3925 events in developing nations. There are otherwise no distinguishing characteristics of affected individuals. SCP-3925-1 appears in the primary language of the affected individual (over 50 languages in 120 countries have been observed). As of 2017, 60,948 SCP-3925 events have been documented, with approximately 3000 events ongoing at any given time under Foundation surveillance and an estimated 2000 outside of this.
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Details requested by SCP-3925-1 are initially mundane and straightforward (name, age, sex etc.) and ending an event at this point is relatively simple. An estimated 75% of SCP-3925 events are completed by the general public in the 1st or 2nd iterations of SCP-3925-1 and do not come to Foundation attention. However, subsequent iterations of SCP-3925-1 increase in length1 and complexity, progressing to more complicated information (eg. daily household electricity consumption) and becoming increasingly personal or bizarre (eg. most traumatic childhood memory). Formatting and design of SCP-3925-1 varies between individuals but remains consistent across iterations. All examples of SCP-3925-1 conclude with the following text.
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Thank you for your assistance.
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Property of Central Records, [current year]
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Examples of iterations of SCP-3925-1 are shown below.2
Any individual can fill out SCP-3925-1, but due to the frequently personal nature of the questions the primary subject's input is required to complete it accurately. All information requested by SCP-3925-1 is theoretically available to the affected individual, but more complex questions can be practically impossible to complete due to either the effort or memory recall required to collect the relevant information. As SCP-3925-1 iterations also increase in size, iterations beyond the 40th iteration are essentially impossible to complete. Partial completion of SCP-3925-1 reduces the growth of subsequent iterations, but as this property is relative to the percentage of SCP-3925-1 correctly completed, it is estimated that an SCP-3925 event beyond the 60th iteration (numbering between 40,000 and 60,000 pages, assuming uncontrolled growth of SCP-3925-1 prior to this) would be impossible to complete to a degree necessary to inhibit future SCP-3925-1 growth. This would result in an eventual NK-class end-of-the-world scenario, with the mass of SCP-3925-1 predicted to exceed the mass of the Earth by the 350th iteration. Due to this property, both early detection and timely completion are a high priority for the Foundation.
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The death of affected individuals was initially thought sufficient to end an SCP-3925 event, and termination was authorised for when completion of SCP-3925-1 was infeasible. This practice was halted after Incident 3925-1 and current procedures implemented. Death of the affected individual by natural causes still appears to end SCP-3925 events.
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Incident 3925-1: On 02/01/1986, Foundation sources in the French government were alerted to an ongoing SCP-3925 event after a social welfare investigation of the Lyon residence of one M. Leblanc, known as a local eccentric and stereotypical 'hoarder'. His residence was found to be filled with inert SCP-3925-1, with the active SCP-3925-1 numbering 22,522 pages, estimated to be the 55th iteration. As conventional completion of the SCP-3925 event was unlikely, particularly given the individual's mental state, termination was advised and the order was authorised by Dr Becker, then Site ██ deputy director. M. Leblanc was terminated by Foundation agents on 09/01/1986.
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On 01/02/1986, an SCP-3925-1 iteration numbering 30,092 pages materialised in the Site ██ mailroom. The content was specific to Dr Becker, but addressed him as "the party with administrative responsibility for M. Leblanc". When he was informed of this development, Dr Becker attempted to jump from his office window, but was restrained by his colleagues. After psychological intervention, he was reassigned to full-time work on SCP-3925-1 and is currently based at Administrative Subdivision 03's Europe offices.
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Addendum 3925-1: Administrative Subdivision 03
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Administrative Subdivision 03 ('Service for Clerical Processing') was established in 1989 in order to manage the increasing demands on Foundation staff related to SCP-3925 events. Its primary function is to accommodate individuals affected by SCP-3925 and assist them with completion of SCP-3925-1 with the assistance of Foundation clerical staff. It also holds responsibility for research relating to SCP-3925.
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There are currently 4 major regional centres, selected to cover populated areas with high rates of SCP-3925 events. Each centre has a cover agency (in brackets) arranged in collaboration with government authorities, chosen as an authority that might plausibly require the information requested in SCP-3925-1.
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USA/North America, New York, headquarters (US Internal Revenue Service)
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Europe West, Brussels (European Commission, Records Department3)
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Europe East/CIS, Moscow (Russian Federation Federal Security Service)
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China, Beijing (Ministry of Public Security)
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The O5 Council has approved the development of India and Middle East/North Africa centres, planned for opening by 2025.
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Subdivision 03 currently employs [REDACTED] Foundation staff, under the supervision of Director Y. L. Liu. As the bulk of its work is conducted in the guise of normal governmental functions, without visible anomalous activity, it has employed non-Foundation civilians since 1993 in many non-essential roles. These personnel are considered Foundation sub-contractors with Level 0 security clearance. There are 21,400 sub-contractors on the Subdivision 03 payroll as of 2015.
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Addendum 3925-2: Selected electronic correspondence from Subdivision 03 headquarters email server
FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg#gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg
+TO: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi
+CC: gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm#gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm
+SUBJECT: Budget projections/event data
+SENT: 04/04/17 at 3:40 pm
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Hi Irene,
+Accounting has finished the latest report for the 2016-17 financial year. As expected, the personnel and facilities budget continues to go up - my bosses won't be happy about that but it's not something anyone is surprised about. I thought there were some unusual trends in the numbers though, and on a hunch I asked a colleague in the Research dept to send me what he could on 3925 event stats (I CC'd him into this email), and found some concerning things. There might be some more I don't have clearance for, but basically the number of 3925 events keeps going up beyond what's expected. I know your people are aware of this already but it looks like this is pretty closely linked to our division activity over time. In particular, there seems to be a 6-12 month time lag between our budget and 3925 events.
+Is there something to be worried about here? Not sure what it means, you guys are the Containment experts, so I thought you should know. I've attached a spreadsheet below so you can see what I mean.
+Thanks, Greg
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Attachments: budget-events.xls
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FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi
+TO: gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg#gro.pcs.30smda|hslawg
+CC: gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm#gro.pcs.30smda|rojamm, gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid
+SUBJECT: RE: Budget projections/event data
+SENT: 07/04/17 at 11:11 am
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Hi Greg,
+Thanks for your email. Containment has been thinking about something like this (can't say much more than that) but your info does worry us a bit. I've copied Director Liu into this email. We can take it from here.
+Irene
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Attachments: budget-events.xls
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FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi
+TO: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid
+CC:
+SUBJECT: Accounting data and 3925 events
+SENT: 07/04/17 at 11:30 am
+
Director Liu,
+I wanted to draw your attention to my correspondence with the Accounting department. This is closely related to some of the concerns that were brought up at the last departmental meeting. The pre-causation data between our activity and SCP-3925 is a particular worry. I think we need to take this further (I've attached a summary of our findings from that meeting and updated them with the Accounting data if it helps)
+Kind regards,
+Dr Berg
FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid
+TO: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi
+CC:
+SUBJECT: RE: Accounting data and 3925 events
+SENT: 19/04/17 at 6:40 pm
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Hi Dr Berg, I appreciate you letting me know. As I said at the last meeting I don't think there is an issue here. Your dept stats re; 3925 breaches have passed their targets by a lot and you should be proud of it! However since you are worried I would be willing to consider a working group to investigate this if you would like to form one.
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Director Y. L. Liu
+MSc PhD FRS FFSS
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FROM: gro.pcs.30smda|grebi#gro.pcs.30smda|grebi
+TO: gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid#gro.pcs.30smda|1rotcerid
+CC:
+SUBJECT: RE: RE: Accounting data and 3925 events
+SENT: 20/04/17 at 8:10 pm
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Director Liu,
+Thanks for your reply. I've attached the working group proposal and discussed the issue with Accounting. Once the financing application is approved and I have colleagues in Containment aboard I'll send the final documentation for your approval.
+Kind regards,
+Dr Berg
Congratulations on another successful month! I am pleased to report we have again met our targets for minor and major SCP breaches for April. I wanted to address some of the concerns I have heard expressed about SCP-3925 containment procedures and the direction of our department. Both myself and the O5 Council are confident that our current procedures are satisfactory with the resources we have available to us. This does not mean we do not believe we can improve, and our researchers have recently demonstrated many novel proposals to control SCP-3925. Whilst many of these cannot be discussed due to clearance issues, I am confident we are in safe hands thanks to your collective efforts.
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On a related note, senior staff are aware that working in this department can be a difficult task. We are aware that SCP-3925 is not as glamorous as some other SCPs. Nonetheless, you are all aware of the documentation and that this remains a serious threat to humanity on par with any other Keter-level SCP. I hope staff will keep in mind that every day you come to work here you are protecting the human race as much as any of your colleagues elsewhere, and you should be proud of yourselves.
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However, the Foundation values employee wellbeing and staff are welcome to take advantage of stress leave if required. As per HR there is now a new form (11B-Green) to apply for this, separate from form 11A (General Leave). This needs to be signed and approved by your department manager and HR Sub-Director Olsen, in addition to form 20 (Current Duty Substitution).
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Also, staff should be aware that due to time issues, from now on I will not be considering transfer requests prior to receiving separate transfer forms approved by a member of level 4 staff in both this department and the relevant external department.
The single colony of SCP-400 in Foundation custody (designation SCP-400-B) is currently housed in a juvenile humanoid containment cell at Site-77’s Euclid objects wing. Any cell containing an active SCP-400 colony must be secured with an air-lock door under Bio-safety Level 4 precautions. Any openings for ventilation must be covered by a metal screen with gaps no greater than 0.2 cm in diameter, followed by aerosol filter 400-AF to be changed monthly and remanded to on-site chemical research personnel with Level 3/400 clearance. Access for experimentation purposes requires approval from both the Ethics Committee and the item's acting HMCL supervisor (currently Dr. Marshall Grant). SCP-400 handlers are required to wear Level 4 positive pressure Bio-hazard suits, and must be decontaminated prior to egress. In emergency situations, prevention of olfactory contact with SCP-400 is sufficient to prevent accidental exposure in most cases. For care-giving instructions, please refer to Document 400-C rev 1.3.
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Agents operating in the continental United States are to report any statistically significant drop in daycare, preschool, and primary school enrollment in their assigned region. Elements of MTF Beta-7 (“Maz Hatters”) are to remain on-call for identification, research, and termination of active SCP-400 infestations. Locations found to be infested are to be quarantined using cover story 139-B (‘bubonic plague’). Media inquiries are to be categorically denied, and all agents of the press demonstrating interest in the quarantine are to be detained and administered a Class B amnestic prior to release.
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Foundation personnel affected by SCP-400 are subject to quarantine of up to three (3) weeks. If by this time anomalous effects have subsided, personnel are subject to psychological evaluation prior to return to duty. If anomalous effects are still present after the administration of a Class A amnestic, remaining personnel may be reassigned to non-anomalous research, administrative, and medical positions. Civilians exposed are to be administered a Class A amnestic prior to release. Please refer to Document 400-1R for reintegration instructions by geographic region. Damage control for infestations affecting population centers of 500 persons or more may employ amnestic agent Ennui-02 locally if necessary.
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At least one active SCP-400 colony must be collected from all subsequent infestations, and remanded to genetic research personnel with Level 3/400 clearance.
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Description:
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SCP-400 is the collective designation for an anomalous species of arthropod similar to Armadillidium vulgare, or the common pill bug. SCP-400 individuals are morphologically similar to A. vulgare in appearance, but can be distinguished visually by bright red striping patterns on their dorsal carapace. Visual identification is only possible by individuals not under the influence of SCP-400’s anomalous effects. SCP-400 is a parasitic organism which feeds on human mammary secretions. Access to this food source is gained by habitation and manipulation of deceased human infants.
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Affected persons are subject to a Type 3 cognitohazard via a pheromone vector, which repurposes the natural child-rearing instincts present in all humans for its own feeding and protection. Those subject to this effect are unable to perceive SCP-400 or the damage it causes to infants. Exposure to D-Class assets has determined that the effect does not apply to video or audio surveillance, and that Level 4 Biohazard precautions are sufficient in preventing the effects’ onset. Personnel briefed on SCP-400’s effects show no special immunity to the false perceptions created by the anomaly.
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As of 14/07/2005, the Ethics Committee has determined that future human experimentation with SCP-400 will only be allowed in unique and dire circumstances. As such, all information regarding SCP-400’s relationship with humans and life cycle have been compiled from extensive surveillance and interviews conducted in █████████, ██, the site of SCP-400’s discovery. Conclusions are based on an observational period from August 2003 through July 2005.
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Infestation begins when twenty-five (25) to fifty (50) instances of SCP-400 select an infant1 and access its crib. Observation has failed to detect any instance of SCP-400 prior to appearance within the target crib. Parents and D-Class personnel present will be unable to perceive SCP-400. If any person passes within 0.5 m of the infant, SCP-400 instances will collectively release a fine spray, which causes immediate disorientation and rapid loss of consciousness.
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SCP-400 will then begin to burrow into the flesh of the sleeping infant. Favored points of entry include the mouth, eyes, anus, navel, and armpits. The infant will not react to the presence of SCP-400 in any fashion, suggesting the use of local anesthetics. Cardiopulmonary activity in the infant will cease within the first forty (40) minutes of this procedure, and within three (3) to five (5) hours, movement will resume, followed by strained vocalizations. At this point, the infant is considered an ‘active colony’ of SCP-400. Incapacitated subjects will awaken soon after the first vocalization and investigate. Parents or other adults present within ear-shot will also show interest as per normal for distressed infant vocalization. If the original mother of the colony is present at this time, she will immediately begin breastfeeding regardless of previous feeding schedule or practices.
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Over roughly the next ten (10) weeks, parents and other adults begin to show increased affection and protectiveness toward the colony. During this stage, direct observation by present adults and children will be unable to detect any abnormalities in the colony’s physiology, despite numerous dermal perforations and jerky, unnatural movement. The colony is capable of basic vocalization, and is able to emulate feeding, defecation, and play behaviors of normal infants with increasing proficiency. Decomposition is still visible via surveillance during this time, culminating in desiccation of the colony’s remaining soft tissues2.
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By the end of the twelfth (12th) week, all observed colonies exhibited increased size, such that individual instances of SCP-400 are visible moving under the skin. Such colonies are considered ‘mature’, and individual instances will begin reproductive behavior during this period. During feeding, seven (7) to twelve (12) SCP-400 individuals will exit the colony through one of its dermal perforations, and take hold of any exposed portion of the host mother’s skin for approximately 10 min before returning. Host mothers studied during this time begin to show increased progesterone production, as well as heightened levels of human chorionic gonadotropin, indicating an induced pregnancy. After an incubation period of two (2) to three (3) days, host mothers will ‘birth’ twenty-five (25) to fifty (50) instances of SCP-400 during her next sleep. Instances of SCP-400 have not been successfully tracked after birth. Maximum interval of dormancy before SCP-400 must initiate another infestation is unknown. After breeding behavior begins, the cycle will repeat once weekly for the duration of the infestation. No natural limit to SCP-400 infestation timeline has been observed. (See Addendum 400-02)
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Of ███ recorded infestations to date, all have occurred in the south-eastern United States in rural or mountainous areas, and in some cases have gone unnoticed for as long as nine (9) months. Improved detection and extermination of SCP-400 instances is considered a high research priority.
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Addendum 400-01: Interview 400-25
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Foreword: Twenty-fifth in a series of interviews conducted during the █████████, ██ infestation of 2003. Mrs. █████ ███ B██████ (hereafter ‘Mrs. B.’) interviewed by Dr. Marshall Grant, Agent Fabian Pertucci observing. Mrs. B has served as host-mother to SCP-400-A and SCP-400-B simultaneously. The advanced state of decomposition suggests the colonies had been active for over two years. She and her deceased twins are considered strong candidates for ‘Patient SCP-400-0’. At the time of interview, Mrs. B was isolated from SCP-400 for fifteen (15) days. Interview conducted on 10/7/2005.
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Dr. Grant: Good afternoon █████, how are we feeling today?
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Mrs. B: Where are my babies? What have you done with my babies?
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Dr. Grant: Your children are being treated for possible bubonic plague exposure, ma’am. They will be returned to you as soon as possible.
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Mrs. B: [subject strikes table] Oh that’s bullshit! You can’t keep them from me. You have no right to keep a mother from her children! Tell me where they are or so help me when my husband’s lawyers hear of this—
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Dr. Grant: Mrs. B██████, we’re on your side here. We want to help. If you’ll just answer a few questions for me, we’ll do everything we can to let you see them this afternoon.
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Mrs. B: I’ve already told you on the form. They’re three months old, male, [NAMES REDACTED], identical twins, weigh about 10 pounds, they don’t have any allergies. What more do you want from me?
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Dr. Grant: You said three months old? When were they born?
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Mrs. B: February 5, 2003. Now will you-! … I'm sorry, I'm just… I love them so much. Never thought I would be much of a mother but they have been such a joy! After my husband died…[subject is silent for 15 seconds] …they mean the world to me! I don't know what I would do without them. Not a day goes by I don’t feel blessed.
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Dr. Grant: I imagine you must. For the record, you’re aware of today’s date?
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Mrs. B: It’s July the 10th two thousand fuh… Huh… Well that’s funny. I could have sworn they were only three months. My, time does fly! I must have a picture of them here somewhere.[subject accesses personal effects and produces a portrait of SCP-400-A and SCP-400-B prior to infestation]Here it is! Aren’t they just so beautiful?
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Dr. Grant: Yes, ma’am. Now, has there been anything peculiar about your boys?
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Mrs. B: Well there was that time in May when that doctor… No, nothing at all! If anything they’re doing too well! So healthy and full of life. I swear little [REDACTED] said ‘Ma-ma’ just yesterday!
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Dr. Grant: I’m sorry, what was that about a doctor?
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Mrs. B: Yes, he came to the house after they…[three second pause, subject visibly confused] I didn’t say anything about a doctor! Let me see my children, please. They’re probably starving by now; they need to be fed.
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Agent Pertucci (inaudible to Mrs. B):We’re losing her; come back to it.
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Dr. Grant: I assure you, ma’am, we’re giving them the best care possible.
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Mrs. B: With that awful formula, I’ll bet! [REDACTED] threw up the last time I tried that. Neither of them has touched it since. No; it’s natural breast milk for them, 100%. My obstetrician said that they’ll need it for at least another three months, and I’m not about to take any risks.
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Dr. Grant: Isn’t two and a half years a little long to be breastfeeding?
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Mrs. B: They’re… they’re only three months old!
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Dr. Grant: But just now, you had said—
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Mrs. B: I know what I said! It’s your fault. Got my head all turned around!
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Dr. Grant: I’m sorry if I’ve confused you, ma’am, it’s just—
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Mrs. B: Who the hell are you people, anyway? Let me see my babies!
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At this point in the interview, Mrs. B refused to answer any further questions, and exhibited increased emotional distress and separation anxiety. Post-interview medical examination revealed extensive ovarian/uterine trauma in excess of all other host mothers examined. Mrs. B was administered a Class A amnestic when observations were concluded, and is currently under Foundation surveillance as a Person of Interest.
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Addendum 400-02:
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As of 14/7/2010, SCP-400-A and SCP-400-B have been active in Foundation custody for five (5) years, indicating that colonies may be able to survive indefinitely if continually provided with food. Level 4 Bio-hazard precautions have successfully prevented not only reproduction of SCP-400, but also the spread of all cognitohazardous effects within Site-77. Limited access for experimentation may be granted with approval from the Ethics Committee and SCP-400’s HMCL supervisor (currently Dr. Grant). Please allow up to thirty (30) days for review prior to beginning any new line of experimentation.
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Addendum 400-03:
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On 5/10/2010, SCP-400-A ceased activity while in containment after ingesting an experimental nutritional supplement, allowing medical examiners to dissect the colony. Despite desiccation and decomposition, muscle tissues remain responsive to electric stimulus. Highest concentrations of SCP-400 can be found in the stomach, mouth, brain case, and spinal column. Of particular note is the presence of individual specimens periodically along major motor nerves in the extremities, indicating an unprecedented level of communal intellect utilizing the infant's extant neural architecture.
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Examination of the pheromones produced by individual SCP-400 instances has revealed several hallucinogenic, amnestic, and soporific compounds which are capable of reproducing SCP-400’s cognitohazardous effects. Analysis of several compounds has revealed similarities to Class B and C amnestics currently in use by the Foundation, indicating a possible security breach (minimal risk). Aerosol concentrations of the mixture as low as 50ppm have proven effective in initiating the effect. Further research into the genetic sequencing of SCP-400 is recommended.
Special Containment Procedures:The extradimensional location described below as well as the entities and landmarks contained therein are nomenclative hazards (Eshu Class) and therefore may not be referred to by any name, title, or designation. Only descriptions may be used when referring to the forest outside normative space and native entities thereof. Variations must be made in these descriptions each time a subject is described. Descriptions may be color coded for clarity,1 and florid language may be used for the sake of nomenclative diversity.
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In the event of a nomenclative containment breach, standard Eshu Class recontainment protocol must be carried out immediately by the individual responsible for the breach. If the individual is rendered unable to perform the procedure, the responsibility falls to the individual's next of kin.
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If the individual responsible for the breach has no known next of kin, the individual's name must be expurgated from all existing documents and records; any other individuals possessing the same name are to be administered Type-G viral amnestics and assigned a new one.
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In accordance with Order O5-4000-F26, at least one successful expedition into the strange and dangerous woodland area must be carried out per year to assess any deviations from baseline abnormality. Due to the high risk involved in entering the place where the nameless are found, personnel sent in to conduct research must be trained in Standard Exploration Protocol as detailed in 4000-SEP.
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Unauthorized documentation of the forest found in chimneys must be suppressed via standard information containment protocol. Unauthorized individuals with knowledge of Procedure 4000-Halloway are to be administered amnestics2 and may be released following a period of disquisitional rehabilitation.
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Description:The SCP in question is an extradimensional forested area with numerous anomalous qualities, including a hazardous nomenclative phenomenon. This anomalous location is accessed by performing 4000-Halloway (see document DOC-4000-H). After completing the procedure, subjects emerge from the opening of a dilapidated brick well fixed into the forest floor (see fig 1.2).
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The only way to reliably traverse the unusual terrain is by use of a single dirt path. Explorations that diverged from said route have resulted in immediate loss of contact with participating subjects. The sole safe road may only be traversed in a single direction, and any attempt by subjects to turn back and return the way they came will result in similar loss of contact.
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The unnamed world does not adhere to the constraints of linear space. Cartographic endeavors have resulted in vastly different routes being recorded with each expedition, and sections of the mandatory trail which should logically overlap or intersect do not.3 The only consistency in the layout is the access point, which is always located at both ends of the main road.
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The only way for a subject to safely exit the woods which have no name after they have begun following it is by walking its entire length and returning to the place where they began at the opposite end.
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A variety of anomalous entities native to the nameless habitat have been documented. Native entities often undergo changes in physical structure when unobserved, which has made it difficult for researchers to determine which recorded entities are unique beings and which are newer iterations of those previously documented. Entities claim they have no control over these changes and frequently express dissatisfaction when they occur.
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Native entities often obstruct the trail which subjects tread, making it necessary for subjects to interact with them to progress. Native entities are sapient and often highly temperamental, but can be interacted with safely as long as 4000-SEP precautions are followed.4 Consequences for disregarding these precautions will vary depending on the personality of the offended entity: degrees of retribution encountered by research subjects have included verbal rebuke, acts of violence, and anomalous alteration of the subject's physical, conceptual, or nomenclative attributes.
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Various anomalous phenomena may occur when consistent nomenclature is applied to the realm of the unnamable, its native entities, or its landmarks. These phenomena are still poorly understood, partially due to the prohibition of nomenclative experimentation under Order O5-4000-F26.
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Documented nomenclative phenomena have included:
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Episodic cluster headaches among subjects exposed to affected nomenclature.
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Visual and auditory hallucinations among exposed subjects, usually involving environments or entities described by nomenclature. Gustatory hallucinations and phantosmia have also been reported in a small subset of cases.
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Sudden onset of psychogenic amnesia among exposed subjects.
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The development of nonhuman physical characteristics among exposed subjects, such as feathers and pollen sacs.
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The development of biological components in non-biological mediums where nomenclature is written or recorded.
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Sudden involuntary transport of exposed subjects to the wilderness of unnamed things without the use of Procedure 4000-Halloway.
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Manifestation of various flora within indoor spaces where nomenclature was used.
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Sudden transport of native entities to areas where nomenclature was used.
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Biological fusion of exposed subjects and native entities.
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Biological fusion of native entities and architectural spaces where nomenclature was used.
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Extreme iron deficiency in exposed subjects, with an absence of expected negative side effects.
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Order O5-4000-F26 was ratified by the Overseer Council in 1954. A 1970 amendment requires that O5-4000-F26 receive unanimous endorsement from the Council every 10 years in order to remain in effect. To date, no Overseer memos regarding O5-4000-F26 have been disseminated to lower clearance levels.
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+Addendum: The following are examples of anomalous phenomena observed during nomenclative breaches.
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Breach Date: 9 June, 1954
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Named subject:The glade of which we seldom speak
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Summary: Initial discovery and subsequent breach took place in an abandoned home in rural Connecticut. Circumstances of the discovery are unclear due to a lack of surviving personnel, but a general timeline of events has been established. Timestamps are in standard NATO format.
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[1340S]The hollow of unspoken titles is discovered and given a temporary Type-E5 designation by field agent Garret Bradley, creating nomenclative breach.
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[1345S] Field agent Moira Denotti enters the land beyond the flue and is never recovered.
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[1347S] Agent Bradley begins to gradually sink into the hardwood floor. Nearby agents flee the area.
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[1348S] Soon after exiting the house, all agents are suddenly rendered immobile, with the exception of Timothy Woods, who was not aware of the Type-E designation.
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[1349S] Immobilized agents vocalize distress as their torsos elongate.
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[1351S] Elongation ceases after agents have reached a height approximating that of the chimney where Procedure 4000-Halloway was performed. Smoke expels from their facial orifices. Timothy Woods reports these developments via radio to Site-08. Secondary breach is caused when Timothy Woods repeatedly uses the phrase "the █████" to describe the world where words have power.
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[1355S] Timothy Woods states that he "sees [his] name in the trees". Site-08 Personnel press Timothy Woods for further information. Timothy Woods attempts to orally consume his radio and soon expires from internal injuries.
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[1359S] Timothy Woods' correspondents in Site-08 are observed suffering from severe headaches and are placed under quarantine.
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[1424S] Osteal protrusions resembling tree branches emerge from the orbital cavities of quarantined Site-08 personnel. Personnel report no physical discomfort despite exhibiting full globe luxation in both sockets.
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Afterword: Nomenclative anomaly eventually discovered after numerous cycles of multivariable D-Class exposure to affected Site-08 personnel.
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Breach Date: 22 December, 1955
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Named subject:The footpath which loops around the entire area
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Summary: Desk Desk completed the first successful exploratory mission in the grove beneath nameless stars and was immediately quarantined. After exhibiting no anomalous effects for 72 hours, Desk Desk was then allowed to write an account of his experiences. When researchers returned to check on his progress, Desk Desk had vanished. Traces of soil and human tissue were later found in the pencil, paper, and harvey mansfield Desk Desk had used in his writing.
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Breach Date: 19 August, 1958
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Named subject: The native entity that sits atop a throne of bones and cradles a flaming child
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Summary: After completing an exploratory mission, field agent Ethan Mercy Mercy Mercy Mercy used the same epithet several times when describing a particular native entity. Several minutes later, he complained of severe nausea and began to vomit blood and bone marrow.
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Over the course of several hours, Agent Mercy Mercy Mercy Mercy was reported to have somehow orally expelled most of his bones. Personnel throughout Site-08 experience auditory hallucinations of a woman's laughter for the next several days.
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Breach Date: 4 March, 1966
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Named subject: The native entity that resembles a feathered lion with a skeletal ram's head
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Summary: College student Vanessa Hayforth attempted to check into numerous medical facilities in and around Portland, Oregon, complaining that her head had become covered in flesh despite exhibiting no signs of unusual tissue growth. She was eventually detained by Foundation investigators and found to be in possession of a book that described (among other things)6 Procedure 4000-Halloway in its entirety. After stipulating that Foundation personnel assist in removing the flesh from her head if she cooperated,7 Hayforth confessed that she had received the book from an acquaintance in the Wanderer's Library.
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Afterword: This was the first known case of a civilian-triggered nomenclative breach. Similar incidents have occurred intermittently since. In 2012, a native entity was photographed that superficially resembled a young Hayforth (Fig 1.1), more than two decades after Hayforth died in Foundation custody.
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Breach Date: 30 October, 1992
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Named subject: The house in which Michael Ashley Vincent spent several nights during his exploratory mission.
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Summary: Agent Michael Ashley Vincent, who had completed an exploratory mission several years prior, used the possessive phrase "██ house" several times while recounting stories to two of his colleagues, who did not have names.8
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Some time later, a large brick building manifested inside Site-08, intersecting with existing architecture. Michael Ashley Vincent's headless body was found inside, seizing violently and fused at the neck to a light fixture made of elk antlers. His face, which did not appear animate, had enlarged to take up the entire surface area of the building's floor.
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Field agents sent into the face's mouth found that it did not possess a full digestive tract; however, Michael Ashley Vincent's nameless colleagues were reported to have been conjoined with its uvula.
REQUEST="DOC-4000-H"
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+[ACCESS: GRANTED]
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+4000-Halloway: The following is a censored list of instructions for accessing the horizon beyond labels. Certain steps have been omitted in this version of this document. Phrases and counter-phrases at the end of the procedure will differ depending on the subject’s type category: the oldest child in their family (Type-1), the middle born (Type-2), or the youngest/only child (Type-3).
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Using organic kindling, start a steady flame within any indoor fireplace.
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Combine the powdered bones of a male red fox (Vulpes vulpes, any age), an adult male lion (Panthera leo), and a baleen whale (Mysticeti, any age, any gender). Cast the mixture into the fire.
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Take an easily burnt personal possession of strong sentimental value and allow the fire to consume it.
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Carefully release three feathers from any black-plumed bird of the genus Corvus over the fire and allow the smoke to carry them up the flue.
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If the fire begins to emit vocalizations, respond with the appropriate counter phrase (see Phrases and Counter Phrases below).
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If the correct statements are given, the fireplace will expand and the ladder will descend. The fire will be harmless.
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If incorrect statements are made for any reason, immediately apologize and do not attempt Procedure 4000-Halloway again at any point in the future.
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NOTE: Individuals who are present during Procedure 4000-Halloway, but were not the one conducting Procedure 4000-Halloway, must not respond to vocalizations or approach the active fireplace under any circumstances.
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REQUEST="Standard_Exploration_Protocol"
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+[ACCESS: GRANTED]
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+Note: The following is a truncated list containing only instructions that are crucial to survival. Personnel assigned to explorative duties must also familiarize themselves with 4000-SEP-3 through 8 before embarking.
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4000-SEP-1
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General guidelines for exploration:
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…1.01 You must be equipped with a standard Foundation expedition pack prior to entering the place where names are not allowed.
+…1.02 Do not consume any food other than the rations included inside the standard Foundation expedition pack.
+…1.03 Do not bring firearms into the dimension of trees under any circumstances.
+…1.04 Type 1 subjects must avoid accepting or directly handling that which could be considered a valuable resource. This includes (but is not limited to) forms of currency, precious metals and stones, objects imbued with useful anomalous properties, and well-crafted weaponry.
+…1.05 Type 2 subjects must avoid any native entities that regard the subject with affection or romantic attraction, and must not give the appearance of reciprocating these feelings in any way. Statements made by a native entity which profess affection or romantic attraction for a Type 2 subject are false.
+…1.06 Type 3 subjects must avoid partaking in activities that are commonly considered frivolous, luxurious, or physically comforting. This includes (but is not limited to) dancing, smoking, playing with toys, drinking anything other than water, listening to music, and sleeping on a padded surface.
+…1.07 Structures encountered along the way you must travel may be entered after knocking at the entryway. Leave the structure from where you came. If entering uninvited, do not be discovered.
+…1.08 If you fall asleep in the woods where rules are paramount, record your dreams. A journal is included in your expedition pack. If you encounter any landmarks or entities similar to a dream you recorded, treat the dream as fact.
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4000-SEP-2
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Guidelines for interacting with native entities:
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…2.01 Greet native entities with any formal salutation9 before engaging in conversation. If female, bow or curtsy.
+…2.02 Speak in a cordial tone of voice.
+…2.03 Do not make any statements that you know to be false.
+…2.04 Do not make disparaging comments about native entities while in their presence.
+…2.05 Say 'please' and 'thank you' when appropriate.
+…2.06 Refer to and address native entities using descriptions of their physical appearance, per protocol 4000-Eshu.
+…2.07 Do not refer to a native entity by a name, title, or designation, even if it introduces itself with such.
+…2.08 Do not state your name, nickname, codename, alias, or any other personal designation when in the presence of a native entity.
+…2.09 If a native entity offers to assign you a name, title, or designation, politely decline.
+…2.10 If a native entity makes a statement in which it addresses or refers to you by a name, title, designation, or anything other than a physical description, ignore the statement as though it had not been spoken.
+…2.11 If pressed for information that is considered confidential, refuse, briefly apologize and bow.
+…2.12 If a native entity appears to require your assistance, consider its appearance before choosing to help:
+………2.12.A If the entity appears threatening, do whatever is necessary to aid it.
+………2.12.B If the entity appears attractive or harmless, do not approach.
+………2.12.C: Always feed a native entity if it is hungry. This overrules 2.12.B.
+…2.13 Do not attempt to mount any bestial entities you encounter unless it has earned your trust and given you its consent.
+…2.14 If you are offered a physical gift, receive it with both hands. Do not discard this gift, even if it appears to have no use or value. This is overruled by 1.04.
+…2.15 If a native entity offers you a nonphysical gift or attempts to initiate a trade, politely decline.
+…2.16 You may accept food offered by native entities, and offer that food to other native entities you encounter, but do not consume it yourself.
+…2.17 Do not sleep in any lodging offered by native entities. You may sleep inside the residence of a native entity as long as you do not have an invitation to do so.
+…2.18 If a native entity offers to accompany on your journey, accept, but do not tell them where you are going.
+…2.19 If you are aided by a native entity, you must aid it in return if you have not done so already.
+…2.20 If you encounter an incorporeal humanoid that claims it is not a native entity, disregard all previous protocols and follow its instructions.
REQUEST="Interview_4000_0215"
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+REQUEST="Interview_4000_0215"
+CREDENTIALS="EJAPERS/M4d754pARte3"
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+[ACCESS: GRANTED]
+[Hello, Dr. Japers.]
+Interview Archive 4000_0215: The following is a series of interviews conducted by Dr. Eugene Japers over the course of several years. This data has been expunged from all general documents under Order O5-4000-F26.
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Interviewee description:The native entity with a head resembling that of a rabbit's (see Fig. 2.1).
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Foreword: Interview conducted in 2005 during Dr. Japers' first expedition into the space where speech is deadly.
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[Begin Log]
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"Good morning, strange traveller."
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Dr. Japers: Good morning.
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"It's nice to see a new face around these parts. Kindly excuse the smoke; just airing my thoughts. How is your name?"
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Dr. Japers: How is…? I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't tell you that.
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Dr. Japers bows.
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"Are you simple? I'm merely asking how your name is. My name has smelt of raspberries lately, I think—or snapdragons, perhaps. It's so hard to tell these days, but one makes an effort."
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Dr. Japers: Ah, my apologies. I'm afraid my name has tasted rather tart as of late.10
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Leporine entity laughs and doffs its hat.
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"No, I'm the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have pried."
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Dr. Japers: It's quite all right. I don't mind at all. It has been lovely to meet you, but I must be on my way.
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"Must you, though? My home is close by, and I was hoping to invite you in for tea."
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Dr. Japers bows again.
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Dr. Japers: I'm terribly sorry, but unfortunately I cannot stop at this moment. Perhaps another day.
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"Very well. Until next time, stranger whose name tastes rather tart."
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[End Log]
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Interviewer: Dr. Eugene Japers
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Interviewee description:The gentleman with the leporine visage.
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Foreword: Interview conducted in 2008 during Dr. Japers' fourth expedition into that burrow betwixt the bricks.
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[Begin Log]
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Dr. Japers crests a hill and discovers his hare-like acquaintance tending to a patch of cabbages.
Dr. Japers: Good afternoon. I believe so, yes. Three years ago, if memory serves.
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"I remember now. You ran off in quite a hurry."
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Dr. Japers: Yes, my apologies for that. At that time I was new here and wary of those I encountered.
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"Still the apologetic one, I see. No matter. You are not from here? Very interesting. What woods are you from?"
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Dr. Japers: I do not come from any woods.
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"Nonsense. Certainly you have trees where you're from, do you not?"
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Dr. Japers: We do have trees, but they're very sparse. Most of the land is covered in homes and businesses.
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"Then they are inferior woods, but woods nonetheless. Tell me, how did you get here?"
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Dr. Japers: I see you have an inquiring mind. I would like to ask you a question, if that's all right.
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"Pardon my lack of manners. I consider myself something of a scholar, you see, and I get a bit excited when I have a chance to learn of forests outside my own. By all means, pose your question."
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Dr. Japers: When we last met, you said it had become difficult to describe your name. Do you have any theories for why that may be?
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"I can only assume it's because of how long we've been apart—my name and I, that is. It was a good name, a proud name, I'm fairly sure. By this point, though, it's probably decayed from its former grandeur, if it even still exists."
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Dr. Japers: Where do you think it is currently?
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"First, fellow scholar, you must answer my previous question."
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Dr. Japers nods.
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Dr. Japers: I came through the old but distinguished well at the end of the footpath I'm presently perambulating.11
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The other individual hesitates before speaking.
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"Oh my. It's been quite some time. I'll be frank, I thought all the old allies had died out. Did your grandfather or some such relation have a lover out here?"
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Dr. Japers bows.
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Dr. Japers: My deepest apologies, I'm afraid I cannot answer that question.
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"Very well. I understand. I'd invite you to my cottage for tea, but I suppose that's not possible for you, is it?"
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Dr. Japers: I'm afraid not.
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The conversational partner laughs, plucks a cabbage leaf, and offers it to Dr. Japers.
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"You needn't fear so much. Take this, and be on your way."
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Dr. Japers accepts the leaf with both hands.
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Dr. Japers: Thank you very much.
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"Happy travels to you, and may you find the one you're looking for."
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[End Log]
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Afterword: Dr. Japers later used the cabbage leaf to feed a native entity resembling a field mouse, which in turn aided him on his travels.
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Interviewer: Dr. Eugene Japers
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Interviewee description:The leaf-giver.
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Foreword: Interview conducted in 2013 during Dr. Japers' ninth expedition into yonder vale of restless wanderers. Due to the unique knowledge that the one who bore the gift of cabbage seemed to possess about our world, Dr. Japers was instructed to conduct a more thorough interview should it be encountered a third time.
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Additionally, Dr. Japers was granted special permission to make false statements for the sake of facilitating conversation, as his first encounter showed the fluffy one to be susceptible to deceptions.
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[Begin Log]
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Traveling along the way of weary adventurers, Dr. Japers encounters a small white cottage with a thatched roof. A small opening in the shape of a rabbit's head is cut into the front door. Dr. Japers approaches it and knocks.
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Dr. Japers: Hello? Is anyone home?
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(Voice slightly muffled from inside)"Yes, one minute."
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Exactly one minute passes. The door opens.
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"Ah, we meet again! Please, come in, come in."
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Dr. Japers is led inside. The interior is sparsely decorated with wooden furniture and needlework.
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Dr. Japers: You have a lovely home.
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"Ha! You have a lovely sense of humor."
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The homeowner hurries to a kitchenette in the corner and begins preparing a kettle.
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Dr. Japers: No, really. I think it's charming.
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"I suppose. It was just meant to be until things cooled down on the other side, but, well, you know."
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Dr. Japers: I'm afraid I don't know. Would you like some help?
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"No, no no no. You just have yourself a seat at the table over there while I get the tea ready for us."
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Dr. Japers draws a chair and seats himself.
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Dr. Japers: You're most generous, but I don't think my digestion will permit it.
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"Oh, poor fellow. Well, I find the presence of tea to be a comfort in any case."
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Dr. Japers: You are most kind. Tell me, could you explain what you meant by 'cooled down'?
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His furred host turns the stove on and stares out a window cut into a similar shape as the hole on the door.
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"Your relations didn't tell you the full story, I suppose. About the turmoil that drove us here."
Dr. Japers: My grandparents did tell me there were wars, but I never knew of one with you and your kind.
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"It doesn't surprise me. There are very few even in these woods that still remember. Memory is the burden of the old, I suppose. But yes. When I was a young lad, in a form very different from the one I possess now, I lived on the other end of the well. It's where I was born, where I grew up, and if I dare to dream, where I will someday return."
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Dr. Japers: Why don't you, then?
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The kettle whistles.
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"I can't. Not unless I know I could be welcomed back."
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The maker of the tea pours a cup and seats itself across the table.
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"I'm sure you don't know this, since they keep themselves hidden, but there are those who would destroy me at nearest chance—ah, my apologies. These are dark memories, I'm sure you don't want to hear about them."
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The teller of the story sips its tea.
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Dr. Japers: No, please, go on. These things are of interest to me—I am a fellow scholar, remember?
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"As you wish, fellow scholar. I shall talk until the tea is cold."
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(It clears its throat.)
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"Much as it grieves me to say it, we were betrayed. We had fought side-by-side, you know, in the war against that factory. We had done nothing but help them, and what did they do? They destroyed us. They took so many of our lives, and all of our names. Some of us fled here when the war was just beginning, but not many. Not many. Still, though, I don't hate them."
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Dr. Japers: I'm glad for that.
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"I'd imagine so! There are some old fogies around these parts who bear a grudge against the whole species, but I know you're not all bad. There were many who sheltered us, fought for us, even died for us. Some came to live here amongst us, rest their souls. I, myself, courted a human once upon a time. He came to visit a time or two, but I never saw him after that. I still wonder now and again if he fell at the hand of an unkind neighbor, or if he merely stopped caring to see me. But it's no matter, now. I apologize for prattling on about old flames. Certainly such things are of no interest to you, fellow scholar."
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Dr. Japers: On the contrary, I'd quite like to hear more of these stories. The life of you and your people is of great interest to me.
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"I'm sure it is, fellow scholar."
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A strong breeze moves through the house. Neither party speaks for half a minute. The rabbit-person who lives there grunts and places a hand to its head, as if in pain. Dr. Japers places his hand against the teapot.
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Dr. Japers: It appears the tea has gotten cold. I think it's time I took my leave.
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(Speech slightly slurred)"What? You're leaving? I—I should leave too, then."
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Dr. Japers rises from the table.
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Dr. Japers: No, no no no. I'll be going alone, thank you. It's abrupt, yes, and I'm grievously sorry to do this, but I really must be going. I believe I'm long overdue to return home.
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"What is—? I don't… Please, don't go. Something isn't—"
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Dr. Japers: It can't be helped.
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"Stop! What have you done? I don't know who… what happened to my name? I can't…"
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Dr. Japers quickly exits the house. His former companion whimpers and looks at its hands as he leaves.
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Dr. Japers: Hm. It does taste rather tart.
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[End Log]
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Afterword: Dr. Japers successfully returned to Site-08, but was reported missing soon after. Investigations into his disappearance and current whereabouts have been inconclusive. It was initially theorized that Dr. Japers was exposed to an anomalous influence on his physiology during his most recent mission; however, thorough analysis showed no genetic abnormalities in the fur he'd shed on his expedition gear.
Rusted armor retrieved from SCP-4017, placed in storage.
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Special Containment Procedures (OUTDATED): No known method for predicting SCP-4017 appearances exists. Standard Foundation monitoring protocols, such as the developing WATCHDOG program under the Department of Analytics and Foundation implants in global police agencies, will report any anomalous activity matching SCP-4017 manifestation details. Depending on the nature of the manifestation, Foundation task forces trained in thaumaturgy may be dispatched to combat the entity and force demanifestation.
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Once demanifestation occurs, witnesses will be administered amnestics. Any objects left by the entity will be brought to the nearest containment facility. As SCP-4017 appearances are uncommon, it is expected that the Foundation will rarely have direct encounters with the anomaly.
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Revision 21/JUNE/2000: Following Incident 4017/λ-8, the construction of a containment chamber for SCP-4017 is in progress.
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Revision 20/JULY/2000: SCP-4017 has been reclassified to neutralized. All objects left by SCP-4017 are stored at Armed Containment Area-40. Monitoring for SCP-4017 will continue, though it is considered low priority with a low likelihood of remanifestation. Reclassification will occur if a manifestation is detected. Research into the past activities of the entity will continue.
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Description: SCP-4017 was a humanoid spectral entity with thaumaturgic capabilities, viewed as a cultural hero by members of the Church of the Second Hytoth1 and other adherents to the Church's religious practices.
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Limited details on SCP-4017 exist. Information consistent between depictions of the entity are as follows:
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SCP-4017's body was gray or black in appearance, with a degree of translucence. Two eyes were present, both of which glowed yellow. Some facial features, such as a mouth and nasal cavity openings, have been described on occasion. Ectoplasm comprised the majority of the body.
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Armor superficially similar to plate armor, colored red with gold decorations, was worn by the entity. Decorations on the armor show four humanoid figures, each with a number of arms ranging from four to seven, a conical entity with six limbs, and Ortothan language symbols for "holy" and "eternal." Much of this armor appears to have been lost or severely damaged over time.
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SCP-4017 wields a spear, designated SCP-4017-A, used as a means of channeling thaumic energy during attacks. SCP-4017-A is often described as being composed of gold, a red stone-like material, and meteoric iron. Many portions seem to be heavily eroded and broken.
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Documents recovered from the Church of the Second Hytoth and other Ortothan sects claim that SCP-4017 was the ghost of a warrior from a prehistoric (c. 11000 BCE) predecessor to the Church, referred to as the Earthly Ortothan Kingdom or Worldly Ortothan Kingdom, depending on source. The entity was originally a warrior by the name of Onteus-One-Holy who fought against Daevites during the Century Conquest2, later dying while defending an unknown stronghold. SCP-4017 has since manifested to protect various Ortothan groups in times of need.
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Of note is that, although SCP-4017 has been described as male in cases, its gender is predominately portrayed as being ambiguous. This is consistent with Ortothan culture views that place little importance in gender, stemming from the worship of deities and extraterrestrial entities that do not follow human gender concepts.
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Most manifestations of SCP-4017 had occurred in the far past, prior to the formation of the Anomalous Containment Union3 at the 1885 Sicily Convention on the Preternatural, with the rate of manifestation presumed to be decreasing over time. As such, only one direct encounter with the Foundation is known to have occurred. Refer to the information on Incident 4017/λ-8 in Addendum.2 for further information.
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Addendum.1: The following are documents related to SCP-4017. All are arranged based on the times of the events they detail.
Document Name: A Watcher's Report On a Daevite Siege
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Time Written: c. 11000 BCE
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Author: Unknown
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Foreword: The document was retrieved from SCP-1726 and translated via █████-human ritual methods. It appears to be written by a member of the Erliontipa civilization, which was likely invaded by the Daevites. Other than texts from SCP-1726, no traces of Erliontipa exist. This is the only first-hand account of Onteus-One-Holy's actions prior to death.
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Report from a watcher.
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Early in the morning a Daevic — death to the brutes — legion approached [Approx. phonetic translation: Ikon?] Gate. They were all armed with blood-swallower swords and rode large tree creatures4, whose height dwarfed the pillars surrounding the gate. I was positioned on the side of [Approx. phonetic translation: — Avila?] Mountain with a Holy Rays tube — praise the Elemental Holies — and watched from afar.
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Ikon Gate city's Ortothan guards assembled at the entrance to defend. Daevic — death to the brutes — arrows struck and made the guards go inside-out, who failed to leave any marks on the tree creatures. The trees crushed warriors and cannon fire from their blossoming branches crushed Gate city denizens. Many guards attempted to retreat but were eaten by the cannonballs. A horde of Daevic — death to the brutes — riders mounted on house-sized dogs then entered the City.
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An Ortothan guard armed only with a spear impaled the cannonballs' heads before they finished feasting. The spear guard bent the aether and fired blinding arrows at the riders, who combusted with their mounts in bright explosions. The spear guard then created a grand illusion of three sun birds — fear Sun Father's might — that moved as if to attack the tree creatures. Archers on the tree creatures became distracted and did not notice the spear guard plant aether bombs on the tree creatures' legs. Every bomb detonated, turning the wooden legs into ice, then shattered to make all tree creatures collapse. Surviving archers and soldiers were skewered.
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The spear guard is a powerful aether-bender. Ikon Gate city is protected.
Alternative Designation(s): Onteus-One-Holy's Shrine
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Location: Luntai County, Xianjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, China
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Description: Location of Interest-1991 is an underground cave system, inhabited c. 1600 BCE. The main entrance was a tunnel originally covered by a hatch composed of beryllium bronze alloy, which had been buried under layers of sediment. Based on remnants of food, prayers written in the Ortothan language, and chunks of stone similar to those used in modern-day Ortothan bloodletting rituals, it is hypothesized that the caves were a common site of worship.
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All but two chambers have experienced major collapses. One of the remaining chambers contains a stockpile of spears, weapons superficially resembling rifles but lacking any apparent ammunition source, and iron prosthetic limbs with highly advanced interior mechanisms. All objects are engraved in unidentified runes.
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The other chamber, hereafter the Shrine Chamber, contains a statue depicting SCP-4017, placed on a pedestal. The statue shows SCP-4017 raising SCP-4017-A into the air, standing on top of a serpentine skull with gears embedded in it, with a beheaded Daevite soldier laying at his feet. Behind it is a larger statue of a thin four armed humanoid entity whose entire body is covered in armor, wearing a helmet with four eye sockets, that likely represents the Ortothan guardian deity Rakmou-leusan5. Inscribed on the pedestal are prayers to Rakmou-leusan for keeping SCP-4017 strong through continued conflicts.
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On the Shrine Chamber's walls are four paintings. Descriptions are below:
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Painting 1: SCP-4017 impales a humanoid with reptilian features, such as a serpentine lower torso and a cobra head, which is firing a rifle. This is likely depicting a member of the Xia Anomalous Culture Group6.
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Painting 2: A six-legged machine, with a tower loosely resembling Shang Dynasty architectural styles built on its top, next to a village. Cannons on the machine's front are aiming at a temple in the village. SCP-4017 is present, charging through three of the machine's legs with their spear and breaking them.
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Painting 3: SCP-4017 stands atop a large severed head of a serpentine entity, which is similar to that of a Chinese dragon but with gears extended from its neck stump, and holds their spear in the air. Broken and burning buildings are next to it. People kneel and celebrate around the severed head.
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Painting 4: SCP-4017 lacerates a large eye surrounded by six other eyes. Each of the eyes has the Ortothan language symbol for Daevite as the pupil, and broken chains circle the set of eyes.
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Based on the Shrine Chamber and the weapons stockpile, LoI-1991 was constructed during what is now being considered the "Zeroth Occult War."7 This time frame both involved a period of rapid expansion by the Xia Dynasty and the Daevites, causing a war that spanned much of modern-day China and neighboring regions. The advanced technology present in LoI-1991's stockpile is hypothesized to have either been taken from Xia or derived from it.
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It is not known if this Ortothan group was from part of the Earthly Ortothan Kingdom that survived the Century Conquest or an altogether different one. How LoI-1991, SCP-4017, and the Ortothans survived the K-Class event that ended the war is under investigation.
Document Name: Scroll Written by a Followers of Mekhane Member
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Time Written: c. 1000-1200 BCE
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Author: Unknown
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Foreword: The document was discovered by Foundation archaeologists on the Greek island of Andros, who were investigating underground ruins from the Followers of Mekhane, a historical Church of the Broken God predecessor. The scroll was found in a damaged watertight cylinder within a library section of the ruin. Some damage was present, though it could be largely translated from its Mycenaean Greek-derived script.
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Comparisons with other discovered scrolls from the group have led researchers to conclude that it was written during a large war fought between a wide number of primarily Mekhanite groups and a Sarkic sect. The exact cause, end, and aftermath of the war is unclear.
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[Scroll damaged, untranslated prior to this point]
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Two body [changers/rebuilders] escaped the holy flames of the Colossi8 and fled toward a nearby village of Star Gazers9. We marched the Colossi to the village.
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Warrior Anastasios announced to the villagers that we had to enter to remove the Enemy. The only Star Gazer not to cower at the sight of the Colossi was a [ghost/"afterlife-stranded"] Spearman.
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The Spearman denied our entry and said we would cause needless harm. We told them of how the Enemy would bring plights as horrid as their Red Death but they denied presence of the Enemy. All possibility of entry was forbidden.
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When speaking the Spearman convulsed as if with sickness and coughing. When they walked from us they stumbled many times. Movement was not like those of spirits. [Unknown phrase, untranslated].
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When Warrior Anastasios returned we decided to cast the village to holy flame. We believed the Enemy was disguised and with entrance forbidden we would not know if all the villagers were accursed. Sickness of the Spearman meant we could not trust them.
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Before we could advance the village's populace grew into twisted masses of flesh that combined to form the two body [changers/rebuilders]. The Enemies were nearly as tall as the Colossi. We pursued but stopped when they wavered and vanished out of being then back into being. They had been illusions.
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The Colossi broke. [Scroll damaged, untranslated] carved a hole into each leg then climbed up the insides to break the gears. The Spearman had broken holy [scroll damaged, untranslated].
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[Scroll damaged, untranslated] Warrior Sophus descended the interior of Colossus Eight's arm to prevent the Spearman's escape. The Spearman deflected all [melted/burning arrows] which damaged arm gears but missed most spear swings and divine blasts. With great struggle Warrior Sophos impaled the Spearman and made them vanish.
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We saw the two Enemies move out of a cave near the village and further north. When repairs are complete we will not need to return to the Star Gazer village.
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Afterword: Of note is that no other information on the Ortothan village described, or any Ortothan societies in this time frame, has been found.
The following are texts regarding SCP-4017 from a collection of parchment documents initially held by the Praetorian Office of Secret Wisdom10. These texts pertain to Legio XXXI Naevia Victrix, a Roman legion assembled c. 270 to conquer various anomalous societies. The collection was later obtained by the Vatican Holy Office for Secrets and Prophecies, who were heavily involved in concealing the existence of Legio XXXI Naevia Victrix due to its ties to the anomalous, then was obtained by the Foundation after the Office dissolved in 1964. Aside from this collection, of which many documents were lost by the Office, little information on Legio XXXI Naevia Victrix exists.
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All are translated from Latin. As many are damaged, only fully legible excerpts directly relevant to the anomaly are displayed. The authors and the locations described are unknown.
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We broke down the city's gate and quickly encountered a ghostly spearman. The spearman disemboweled our front row of soldiers and assaulted our mages, five of whom died, two of whom were beheaded with other major injuries. Even the lightning of our blessed spears had no effect on the spearman. Star Bleeder guards used the opportunity to kill stragglers from our group. Gnaeus attempted to summon a defender demon but was distracted when we saw the spearman grow into a four-armed armored beast.
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To avoid further losses, we retreated. The four-armed beast vanished, turning out to be a illusion the spearman crafted. I could hear faint cheering from the Star Bleeders as we returned to camp.
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I believe it is a spirit or demon summoned by the Star Bleeders. Spirits and demons are unable to fully grasp onto the world. Spirits and demons will let go with time. I must tell Manlius to wait until then.
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Spearman had [Illegible] position head [Illegible] position head correct [Blood stains] correct. Spearman had divine touch. Spear felt like heat of suns against my neck. Hotter when it sliced through. Other feeling. Spear brought feeling of spearman. Spearman felt [Illegible] sick.
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Our second attack was halted before we could reach the gates. The spearman hurled boulders from atop the gate battlements that crushed multiple of our warriors. Each boulder broke into golems matching the conical bodies of the demons Cicero witnessed when he displaced his soul to the moon. Their tendrils and the fires shot from the spearman's spear killed many. Fortuna must have helped, for many of the fires greatly missed. Vitus chanted a protective barrier to being and we were able to return to camp. Our archers are slowly banishing the golems.
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The wretched spearman was retching blood the last I saw of them. When we fled they staggered away from the gate battlements. We can kill the monster.
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I report that our third attack has greatly weakened the defenses of the Star Bleeders. Six of our mages began a false intrusion, leading the spearman from its post to out of the city. Servius and Vespasianus disgorged the volatile fluids from their mouths and applied it to the gate with words of prayer, aided by our archers who killed the guards on top of the city battlements.
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As the mages fought the spearman, Florus consumed his head to become the [Unknown script, untranslated — a name] body. Former Florus then broke the spearman in half, who was forced back to the gate by our mages' energies. It staggered then vanished after breathing out blood that floats to the skies.
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Tomorrow Servius and Vitus will pray to their fluids and break the gate.
Document Name: Excerpts from Liesa Onteon's Personal Journal
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Time Written: 19/AUG/1876
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Author: Liesa Onteon
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Foreword: Liesa Onteon was a member of a short lived Ortothan cult located within the Bavarian Forest of Germany, who wrote many journals on her experiences there. The journals were later acquired from a defecting member of a Church of the Second Hytoth branch in Jena, Germany in 1981. Of note is that these excerpts were written during the Sixth Occult War, which lasted from 1875 to 1882.
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When I was clearing the farm of stray shrapnel we all heard a commotion come from the children. Everyone rushed over, Klemens, taking his sword with him. Standing in the field was a spirit in worn armor with eyes like fire. We were ready to attack but we saw that the spirit wasn't malevolent. They were playing games with the children, performing small magical tricks to keep them entertained. When Klemens asked who they were, they only replied with "Onteus-One-Holy" and returned to playing.
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I could tell we were all on guard, but we quickly returned to removing the debris that had blown, patching up our homes as we did. Most of our time was spent stripping chunks of the bird automaton's head from its crater near the storage shed. Klemens would heave gray metal pieces, curse the Czech occultists who built it, bring it to the shed, then repeat. The humor of it faded when we all realized this could easily repeat. Often I would look off to the spirit, who was teaching an Ortothan dance I had never heard of before, making it seem to the children like there was no turmoil beyond the town.
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Once sunset began I went to the edge of town. I could see the spirit sitting by a tree, looking over the cliff face onto the expanse of woods below us. They were bent over, hand resting on a large, ornate spear, moving less than a snail. I asked if I could talk with them but didn't respond. When I approached further I was plighted with grisly hallucinations. Soldiers of old times slaughtering villages, burning towns, sights I do not wish to describe. The spirit was in all, trying to run to the culprits of the violence, but continuously staggered and was dragged away. When I stepped back the sights vanished.
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It felt best that I not interrupt them from their thoughts.
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Afterword: Based on the next entry, SCP-4017 demanifested the day after. Journals from the following days describe attempts to find and, in one case, directly summon SCP-4017, though the group eventually began focusing more on protection from the war.
Document Name: Written Testimony on Operation ECHO KARVE
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Time Written: 22/OCT/1944 (events described occurred the day prior)
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Author: Josef, Allied Occult Initiative Special Operative
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Foreword: This excerpt is from Global Occult Coalition archival documents on the Seventh Occult War, written by an operative for the Allied Occult Initiative11. Operation ECHO KARVE was performed to commandeer an Obskuracorps cargo ship, which was transporting occult artifacts intended for use by the Thule Society. One of the artifacts has been confirmed to originate from a small Norwegian branch of the Church of the Second Hytoth.
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The full testimony has not been provided, as it would violate the terms for joint Foundation-GOC containment of SCP-3457, negotiated under the Köln Agreement.
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The thaumaturges on the ship quickly noticed us. In seconds the night sky started glowing as they launched hawks of blue fire into the air. Our archers had enough holy water arrows to kill the first few — a challenging process — and leave us unscathed, but they summoned full swarms of them. After minutes of the hawks trying to collide into our boats and explode, my crew and Captain Dell's were the only ones left. By then we were close enough that Obskuracorps didn't need the hawks to attack. Their guns could hit us.
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I can't say where it came from, but at that point a specter appeared on top of our boat. They wore armor with the damages of more wars than I can imagine, and held a worn-down spear. They said not a word. Quickly they jumped onto the cargo ship and sliced apart several soldiers, then spinning to block and redirect the fire pillars cast by thaumaturges. It was impressive, but I could faintly sense the bends of the aether they were using to fight. It felt strong but they weren't wholly harnessing it, only producing magical sparks on their spear as an attack of their own. Simply having two thaumaturges was enough to slow the specter's progress.
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Soon after the specter made their mistake: they became too focused on a single thaumaturge. The other had taken the time to summon a demon — the barriers they conjured blocked any attempts to stop this — which rushed ahead, impaling the specter with the horns on its three bull-like heads. Blood came out of their wounds but it didn't hit the water, instead acting like a liquid smoke that drifted into the air. They were thrown into the water and tried to swim away, but were pushed under by gunfire.
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I don't know why they were there or whether they survived. All I know is that it was enough of a distraction for us to safely board.
Document Name: Excerpt from An Archpriest's Journey
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Time Written: 1996 (events described occurred c. 1944)
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Author: Albano Arnox, Koru Archpriest of the Church of the Second Hytoth
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Foreword: The excerpt is from An Archpriest's Journey, written by standing leader of the Church of the Second Hytoth Albano Arnox, which was published and circulated solely within the Church. Based on similarities with the details from Special Operative Josef's testimony, the events of this excerpt likely occurred the day of Operation ECHO KARVE.
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I was within the Toronto Ortothan Church's library, flanked by bookshelves on both sides, when I heard a great crash. Metal against wooden floors, joined by a shout. I was at first terrified of approaching. I'd heard of the people who accidentally opened cursed manuscripts that had been once put into the library and forgotten, and I'd heard well of what would come out when they were opened. However, I then heard quiet prayers to Rakmou-leusan from around the corner. I felt calmer yet still panicked.
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When I turned the corner I saw the crumpled form of a spirit, laying against one of the shelves. Their armor was ancient, eroded, scratched by hundreds of weapons. Chunks had shattered to leave empty gaps that exposed a translucent gray body. Even the spear by their side had sections of its blade chipped off. One arm clutched over their chest.
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"Who are you?" they asked in hushed voice. Eyes like light flowing through amber were staring at me.
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I told them my name and my position as a simple priest. What I believe was their mouth smiled.
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"Do you know who I am?" they asked.
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I said that I didn't know. I could see their smile begin to wane.
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"You know the spear?" He pulled his arm from his chest and I could see a gas-like blood spill out, which drifted upward and dissipated. Six holes and the chunks of broken horns were in his armor.
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I still didn't know.
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"Haven't you heard stories about a spearman fighting the Daevites? The men of serpents? The men of gears? Any?"
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My response was the same, no matter what they asked. By then any semblance of a smile was gone and only a dejected expression was in its place. They sighed and muttered some hymns about the gods, ones I've never heard before. It seemed as though they were sick with some sort of ethereal disease. I asked what was happening.
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"I'm fading. I did the rites…" They trailed off into muttering, coughed up blood, then resumed. "The beautiful afterlife and its spirits keep tugging. People remembering, even when it became distanced from the truth, anchored me but now…"
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I realized I should ask the obvious question. I asked who they were. In an instant the floor became covered in gleaming gold Ortothan writing, extending far down the aisle we were in, all describing the life of "Onteus-One-Holy." I procured a pencil and practically scribbled information down on the pages of my ritual books, written along every page margin and in every gap of the diagrams on sigils.
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When I came to ask if spreading this knowledge would bring them to health, I saw they were gone. Only broken chunks of their armor were left.
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I have never seen Onteus-One-Holy again.
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Afterword: No documents describing encounters with SCP-4017 after the date of Operation ECHO KARVE have been found.
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Addendum.2: On 21/JUNE/2000, SCP-4017 was encountered by Mobile Task Force Lambda-8 ("Dynasty Interlopers")12 Team 2. The team was en route to Armed Containment Area-40, transporting Earthly Ortothan Kingdom artifacts, when their transport trucks were assaulted by the entity at 22:12. λ-8-T2 engaged and severely injured the entity with a thaumaturgic explosive, at which point it was transported to Area-40. λ-8-T2 suffered seven casualties and no deaths.
Foreword: The interview is one of several debriefings performed with λ-8-T2 agents, following the encounter with SCP-4017.
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<BEGIN LOG>
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Hsu: Do we have to do this now? You know how tiring thaumaturgy is.
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Kwan: Trust me, I've had a long day as well, but the higherups are demanding some form of testimony while the incident is still fresh in people's minds.
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Hsu: (Incoherent muttering)
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Kwan: (Sighing) We can keep this short, if you want.
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Hsu: Short meaning?
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Kwan: Just an overview of how the incident was like, how you felt, stuff like that.
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Hsu: That's all?
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Kwan: That's all.
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Hsu nods.
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Hsu: Well it wasn't an easy battle, that's for sure. After 4017 knocked the first truck to its side we never got a chance to think about what was happening. We ticked off a cultural hero, now we have to deal with it, didn't matter how so long as we did. Most of my fighting was just me avoiding fire, lightning, whatever blasts teammates kept shooting from their hands, up until the sigil trap Nat set up from her own blood blew 4017 up. But something was… off, about it.
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Kwan: How so?
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Hsu: Not once did 4017 kill someone. Sure we're trained so we wouldn't die without a fight, but even when they got people very disadvantaged they never did anything about it. James got hit by a bolt of aether when 4017's spear absorbed a fire spell he sent and shot it back. He was down for good but 4017 did nothing. Only went on to the next person.
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Kwan nods.
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Hsu: And the whole time 4017 kept stumbling, slipping up at moves that should've taken us out, coughing. Then, when the sigil trap went off and we won, I saw the limbs we blew off get suddenly pulled back to 4017 and reattach, like we never damaged them, but they just laid there, not moving at all. It wasn't even as difficult as I thought — I know I've battled worse.
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Kwan: I see. This should be enough, but is there anything else you'd like to add?
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Hsu: I dunno. It still feels off. It seemed sick, and it was already wounded, bleeding that weird ghost-blood everywhere, but it still fought, without any aggression… (brief silence)
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Kwan: Sorry if I'm interrupting any thinking, but I have other interviews to do, so—
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Hsu: I don't think we actually ticked them off. I think they needed to fight. Needed to win, needed to know they could still be that hero from thousands of—
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The interview room door suddenly opens and Researcher Settimo Russo enters.
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Kwan: Russo?
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Commotion and the sounds of personnel running can be heard outside the room.
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Russo: Kwan, something's happening to 4017, get your ass over to the chamber quick.
At 23:20, while in a provisional thaumaturgically sealed containment unit, SCP-4017's body began to experience large instabilities in its ectoplasmic structure, alongside other poorly understood anomalous effects. SCP-4017 requested an interview to be performed immediately.
Cameras within SCP-4017's chamber show the entity staggering across the floor, collapsing with their back against the wall. Large amounts of a translucent blood-like substance levitate in the chamber.
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Kwan: (Speaking over the chamber intercom in Ortothan) Onteus-One-Holy, what's happening?
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SCP-4017: (speaking in Mandarin) What sort of ruler would speak such poor Ortothan? I know— (coughing) native language of yours, Xia escapee.
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Kwan: (speaking in Mandarin) I— Fine, but what's going on?
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SCP-4017: Time keeps sprinting, sprinting, slips out of hands and I don't have time to answer. Lis….
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Pieces of SCP-4017's armor slowly phase through its body then fall onto the ground.
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SCP-4017: Listen. Be a good record keeper and inscribe everything I say then send it to the Church. The Church won't care which Church you send it to as long as it is the Church. The Church… write what I say.
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Kwan: Y— yes, of course. Notepad, somebody get a notepad!
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At this point Kwan retrieves a notepad and begins writing everything SCP-4017 says.
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SCP-4017: (nods) Ready?
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Kwan: Yes.
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SCP-4017: (coughing)
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More of the blood-like substance exits SCP-4017's body.
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SCP-4017: I am… name. I am… Onteus-One-Holy. I won't be returning. I have channelled the might of all seven, no, dead, four, no, three, two, one, gods… god. I have served the gods well. I'm not needed anymore. There are others who can— (coughing) bring you and the gods, no, you and the god aid.
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SCP-4017 attempts to raise both of their arms, which jitter as they move. Both suddenly fall, turning into gelatinous masses of ectoplasm that coalesce along the wall and floor.
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SCP-4017: May the Holy Fourth live… live eternal.
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By this point a majority of the armor has phased through the entity. Its body slowly turns into an amorphous mass, with pieces of ectoplasm breaking off and being pulled upward.
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SCP-4017: May… world live, eternal…
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<END LOG>
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Several minutes later SCP-4017 dispersed into a cloud of ectoplasm that rapidly accelerated upward and vanished, leaving behind SCP-4017-A and all armor. Based on the lack of aetheric signatures on SCP-4017-A and the entity's armor, it is presumed that all thaumaturgic properties of the artifacts were lost, as well as any thaumic connections to SCP-4017. This suggested that SCP-4017 expired instead of demanifesting.
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SCP-4017 was reclassified to neutralized on 20/JULY/2000. The note written during Interview SCP-4017/1 has not been delivered to the Church of the Second Hytoth, due to security concerns.
The Thomas Jefferson Building Main Reading Room. All individuals pictured are Foundation agents enacting Operation LeVar.
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Item #: SCP-4058
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets have been tasked with keeping libraries and other collections of physical literary materials worldwide below a threshold item count, above which SCP-4058 becomes audible.
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Per Operation Reading Rainbow, books and physical copies of documents in the Foundation's possession are to be accumulated at the Central Resource Nolan-Peoples Library at Site-19. Following clarification of the above threshold count and large-scale reproduction of SCP-4058, items are to be returned to their original sites or be redistributed according to Foundation literary vacancies. Incoming additions to the Foundation's literary collection are to be allocated by the same considerations.
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A dedicated staff of D-Class as well as multi-lingual scholars are to be deployed to the Library of Congress, per Operation LeVar. Please refer to that operation's charter for additional details.
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Description: SCP-4058 is an emergent acoustic phenomenon exclusive to the Library of Congress in Washington D.C. Captured examples of SCP-4058 can be sampled in the Site-19 Audio Library.
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Staff and patrons of the Library of Congress describe a gradual onset of faint, droning sounds within the library, beginning some time after May 2018 and developing over the course of several weeks. The sounds have since become louder and increasingly disruptive, interrupting operations and discouraging patronage to such an extent as to compromise budgeting and projected funding from the U.S. Government.
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Stationed audio recording equipment and pilotless trials in the library have confirmed that SCP-4058 occurs only when an individual is present.
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Foreword:After in-house maintenance and the library's engineers could not find or suggest a source of the sound, the Foundation was alerted to the phenomenon by an embedded executive, who also contacted the Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU) branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. A premier firm of acousticians (1 representative sent) was consulted at the behest of the executive staff.
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The Foundation approved the collaboration, given clearance from the Ethics Committee that the acoustician be amnesticized by any means necessary in the event of a classified information breach. The following are excerpts from conversations between the team members.
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Present company includes Agent Wells (recording via an attached condenser mic), acoustician Dr. Ciaph Fullfölja, Ph.D., and Agents Drumel and Cyllus of the UIU. Extraneous dialogue has been removed and indicated accordingly.
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The team enters the building from the 1st Street SE entrance, and into the library's mezzanine. A droning sound is picked up on the condenser mic as they enter.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Agent Drumel: I thought libraries were supposed to be havens for peace and quiet.
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Agent Cyllus: It has to be a good 70 dB. What would you say, doctor?
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Dr. Fullfölja: Let me check. (Shuffling of clothes can be heard, followed by clicks.) 63.5 dB.
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Agent Drumel: Not bad, Katherine.
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Agent Cyllus: It was a cinch. You're an easy 70 almost all the time and it's about that annoying in here.
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Agent Drumel: Yeah well the patrons seem to agree; there's no one here.
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Agent Wells: Except for our hostess…
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Footsteps are heard approaching, echoing through the large room.
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Carla D. Hayden:1 Welcome, welcome. Thank you all so much for coming today.
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Agent Drumel:Huh?
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Carla D. Hayden: Yes, I know, it is bad. It's actually a bit quieter in here than elsewhere in the library, I assure you, and also a bit quieter than the noise from the street outside. Sorry to meet you all under such uncomfortable conditions. But we appreciate your help and desperately need it. This is killing the library.
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Agent Wells: Happy to be here.
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Carla D. Hayden: I wanted to meet you all together, as I believe you can benefit from each other. Is there anything I can explain further that might help you?
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Dr. Fullfölja: We had spoken earlier about schematics.
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Carla D. Hayden: Yes, of course. Those will be made available to you within the hour.
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Agent Drumel: I think I've heard enough.
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Agent Cyllus: (Quietly) Start acting like a professional, please.
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Agent Drumel: Yes ma'am. We'll begin immediately.
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Carla D. Hayden: Yes, thank you. The staff has been made aware of your presence, please don't hesitate to contact me or my team for help. Thank you all again.
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Per Agent Wells, at this time Dr. Fullfölja began unpacking a carryall bag and assembling an array of standing microphones around the mezzanine and the surrounding rooms. Agents Drumel, Cyllus, and Wells began walking the library.
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Agent Drumel: So what do you think of all this, hearing it in person now?
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Agent Cyllus: It sounds like a paper factory. But it could still be a lot of explainable things.
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Agent Drumel: Oh? Like what?
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Agent Cyllus: Hums like these are common in electrical systems, especially those housed in aged structural components, both of which are ubiquitous in this library.
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Agent Drumel: Sure, but they shut off the electricity briefly last week and the sounds remained.
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Agent Cyllus: That might not rule out the effects of capacitance. Enough charge from the constant stream of supplied electricity over the last hundred years stored on big enough capacitors could still be shedding some of the energy via sound. Or what about seismic waves and their potential reverberation with the architecture of this structure, it acting as a kind of echo chamber? There's got to be natural frequency to this library as a whole; hit it with the right wavelength of sound waves and it can cause a number of overtones.
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Agent Drumel: But the subsoil of this region isn't conducive to such complete propagation of sound waves, nor is seismic activity a concern here.
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Agent Cyllus: Right, the library must be on an ancient burial ground, then. Look, it's no complete theory, not yet. It's mere shooting in the dark because there isn't any other rational explanation to move forward with. (Pause) We'll need more data. Our acoustician friend should help with that. I'm not convinced that because the civil engineers couldn't find a source we should be looking for something preternatural. And I hate that you pushed that agenda so quickly out of the gate with our esteemed colleague. I don't think he was impressed.
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Agent Drumel: Alright, my turn. What about the mosaic of Minerva there at the entrance?
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Agent Cyllus: What about it?
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Agent Drumel: Did her presence inspire any ideas as to what might be going on?
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Agent Wells: Minerva is the Roman goddess of wisdom. Seems like her placement here is explained easily enough.
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Agent Drumel: Yes, she is, but what's less known is that she's also the sponsor of strategic warfare. According to the myths, she was born in battle armor for crying out loud. She lived inside Jupiter, her mother having been swallowed by him, and it was said she was the source of a constant pounding and ringing to such an agonizing extent that Jupiter commissioned the iron god Vulcan to craft a hammer to split Jupiter's head open and release her from within him.
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Agent Cyllus: I fail to see the connection.
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Agent Drumel: What if we are Vulcan here? Or better yet, the hammer?
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Agent Cyllus: Out of the millions of documents and countless mythos contained in this library, you think that the entirety of the events occurring here can be pinned down to a few sentences tangentially ascribed to Minerva?
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Agent Drumel: But that's my point, Katherine. Ideas can manifest in physical ways when they become crowded. How many thoughts can you simultaneously fit inside your head, for example, before it manifests as a headache? Has it ever been asked; what happens when you physically amass such a massive collection of ideas? Do they, like the ideas in our minds begin to compete with one another for space, a kind of warfare for their actualization in the real world? I think it's no mistake that this phenomenon is happening here, in the largest library in the world. And it might not be Minerva herself, but I don't think we're going to find answers in the acoustics of the building, the reverberation capacity of the solid media, or in the electrical circuits.
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Agent Cyllus: It's poetic, and it's true that only a certain amount of data can be present before an event horizon, but I don't think abstract ideas work in the same way, and I certainly don't think they are alive, waring with one another.
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Agent Drumel: Maybe not ideas themselves, but they are the germinal form of all living things and actions. Once you, Katherine, were just a thought. Like me, like all of us. Any structure, government, movement whether artistic or political, all once only an idea. What if what's manifesting here is another type, or species of germinated thought?
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Agent Cyllus: I'm not sure what you're getting at.
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Agent Drumel: What about you, Agent Wells? What do you think?
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Agent Wells: I think the noise got a lot quieter when we passed the Hispanic Reading Room.
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Agent Drumel: …you sure?
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Agent Wells: Let's see.
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The agents turn and walk towards the Hispanic Reading Room. SCP-4058 notably diminishes in volume.
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Agent Drumel: Well I'll be.
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Agent Wells: I couldn't help but notice after I tuned you two out.
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Agent Drumel: (Chuckling) I wish I could do that. That's a gift.
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Agent Cyllus: What do you think it means?
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Agent Wells: I… don't know. That it is not a constant volume throughout the library could support your theory of capacitance or reverberation… I can't think of a reason why European ideas would be fighting with each other more than Hispanic ones though.
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Agent Cyllus: What are you doing, Agent Wells?
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Agent Wells: Inspecting the bookshelves themselves. We've seen such things at the Foundation, you know.
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The agents are radioed and asked to head towards the mezzanine to reconvene with Dr. Fullfölja.
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Agent Wells: Doctor, I don't mean to be presumptive, but I believe they've recorded some samples already.
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Dr. Fullfölja: Yes, they have. I'm noise mapping. I'm taking sound pictures, essentially, in order to model the propagation of the noise generated by… whatever it is making this sound.
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Agent Wells: Any chance it will tell you the source?
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Dr. Fullfölja: Not exactly; this is primarily for predicting the effects of noise mitigation strategies that I'll recommend later. My role here is more prescriptive than it is investigatory. After I model the acoustic performance of this building, I could theoretically postulate sound sources and see if the expected behavior matches the pictures of what we're observing here, but…
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Agent Cyllus: …but what?
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Dr. Fullfölja: (Chuckles) As far as the detection of a sound source goes, no technology is even remotely close or will be in the distant future to what you and I have already brought to the table; ears.
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Agent Cyllus: I see. Do you need any help?
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Dr. Fullfölja: Frankly, I do — this will take some time — but this is a one-person job, I'm afraid. Besides, it's necessary that I have a sterile environment, and that means we'll all have to exit the building for me to complete the mapping.
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Agent Wells: Would it be okay if we're on another floor?
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Dr. Fullfölja: …the basements would be acceptable, I suppose.
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Agent Drumel: Before we go… we noticed some significant discrepancies in volume regarding the noise back there. Any idea why that might be causing that?
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Dr. Fullfölja: Sounds like it could be negative interference; the sound waves hitting each other in a way that provides some cancellation. Could also be a function of the immediate environment… temperature, humidity, even the materials of the books within the individual rooms can contribute to changes in acoustic performance for the same sound. Where did you notice this?
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Agent Wells: Near the Hispanic Reading Room.
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Dr. Fullfölja: Get back to me about it. I'll see if the sound models include that bit.
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The agents locate the entrance to the basement levels, however, this entrance is locked with a security gate.
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Agent Drumel: Excuse me… Excuse me, hello. My name is Agent Drumel, this is Agent Cyllus and Agent Wells. We are hoping to gain access to the basement.
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Librarian: I'm sorry, the basement is off limits to patrons.
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Agents Drumel and Cyllus produce their FBI badges.
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Agent Drumel: We'd appreciate it.
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Librarian: Right this way.
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Agent Wells: (Quietly, to Agent Cyllus) …must be nice.
+
The agents gain access to the basement.
+
Agent Drumel: So, what is down here?
+
Librarian: On B1, some very important stuff. Original manuscripts, the original library of Thomas Jefferson, presidential memoirs dating back to George Washington… do be careful, please. B2 is where we keep the oldest, most valuable items… like original vellum artifacts and other things of the utmost historical significance.
+
Agent Wells: Has anyone been down in the basements since this began?
+
Librarian: Yes, Mrs. Hayden and a few others a couple days ago. They didn't find anything unusual, I don't believe. Well… unusual for these circumstances, I guess. Oh! Speaking of which, you reminded me… down there… it's damaging. Here, take these.
+
The librarian hands the agents noise-dampening earphones. The agents thank her and descend the staircase to B1. As they descend, the condenser microphone is overwhelmed by a markedly louder droning noise. Only a partial transcript is possible during this time.
After coursing the level, the agents have no leads as to a source and are at a loss as to how to proceed. Agent Wells inspects the bookshelves again, accidentally knocking a volume off in the process, which opens as it hits the floor.
+
Agent Drumel: What did y—(indistinct)
+
Agent Wells: I noticed something odd when I read this page, look.
+
Agent Cyllus: …a treatise on… phlogiston? I don't see (indistinct) specifically speaking.
+
Agent Wells: Read some of it.
+
Agent Cyllus: (Indistinct)—y God.
+
Agent Drumel: Who's v—(indistinct) we hearing?
+
Agent Wells: I don't know. Is it the same for you two?
+
Agent Drumel: It's de—(indistinct) white British m—(indistinct)
+
Agent Wells: The author checks out.
+
Agent Cyllus: I just can't (indistinct) saying, though. (Indistinct) muddled.
+
Agent Drumel: Well, this (indistinct) something.
+
At this time, Agent Wells time collects the books and motions to the UIU agents to leave. They walk up the staircase and return the headphones to the librarian.
+
Librarian: Excuse me, but those books are not for checking out.
+
Agent Wells: Contact Mrs. Hayden. Tell her it's Agent Wells.
+
Librarian: (Ringing) Hello— hey it's me. Could you tell James that I need to get a message, err, a question to Mrs. Hayden? It's about the investigation. Yes, the agents, they want to take some items from the B1 with them. I don't know. No, it is Agent Wells. Wells. Yes, I'll wait. (Pause) O— Okay. (Hangs up) Well. Have a nice day, Agent Wells.
The following is a series of emails sent between members of the collaborative team.
+
+
To: MWells@████
+From: JMD003@████
+Subject: FWD: Models - Library of Congress
+
Wells,
+
"Unlikely"? He really isn't saying anything at all in that statement. I think some people don't want to believe.
+
Anyway, Agent Cyllus was able to hack obtain Dr. Acoustician's models. I got another buddy of mine to simulate Dr. Full-of-it's project; gave him a copy of the schematics we received from Carla, and had him assign an arbitrary decibel level value to each room, creating clusters of sound based on their official book counts per room. I then compared his results with Caiph's; they are almost identical overlays. When scanned in, computer programs can find only a 0.42% discrepancy.
+
I've included the results.
+
+
+
Forwarded Message:
+
To: cfullfölja@████████
+From: JMD003@████
+
Dr. Fullfölja,
+
It was a pleasure working with you this past week at the Library of Congress. I am writing to inquire about the mapping models you produced, the ones your recommendations to the library were based on. Did you happen to find anything that reproduced the volume discrepancies in them — both the ones on the main floor, and the ones mentioned to you in the basement?
+
Thank you,
+Jeffery Drumel
+
+
To: JMD003@████
+From: cfullfölja@████████
+
Jeffery,
+
Based on the data I collected, I have to say that an internal source is unlikely.
+
The discrepancies you and your team noted were not accounted for on the models. I noticed that that there were several windows in the areas you mentioned, and upon asking, that the staff intermittently opens them per patron request, barring the weather. I also noticed that the library is surrounded by multiple, four-lane roads which are constantly populated with cars. I wonder if anyone on your team noticed if these were open or cracked.
+
Cordially,
+Caiph
+
+
To: cfullfölja@████████
+From: JMD003@████
+
Did you try simulating the books themselves as the source(s) of the sound(s)?
+
Respectfully,
+Drumel
+
+
To: JMD003@████
+From: cfullfölja@████████
+
No.
+
Respectfully,
+Ciaph
+
+
To: cfullfölja@████████
+From: JMD003@████
+
Can I ask why not?
+
- Drumel
+
+
To: JMD003@████
+From: cfullfölja@████████
+
Sure. Because that is ridiculous.
+
+
To: cfullfölja@████████
+From: JMD003@████
+
I bet that if you input the books as the source of the sounds, you'll have an exact match.
+
- Drumel
+
+
To: JMD003@████
+From: cfullfölja@████████
+
I am more afraid of encouraging your peculiar beliefs than discovering something paranormal about all this. Besides, I would be pigeonholing the data too much at that point; you'd get exactly what you want to see and it would only be confirmation bias. I don't care if the model would match up exactly, the idea that the sound could be from the books is unscientific, and frankly, you are not doing a service to your department or the FBI for that matter in this pursuit.
+
+
To: cfullfölja@████████
+From: JMD003@████
+
What about the fact that the sound doesn't occur unless someone is in the building?
+
+
To: JMD003@████
+From: cfullfölja@████████
+
I admit there are some aspects to this case that I don't quite understand and some psychoacoustics at play that may exceed my expertise. But to have me put in a report to both my firm and the Library of Congress that there are supernatural elements here is equal to academic suicide. Besides, I don't believe it. I don't have an answer, but a lack of it doesn't verify anything else either.
+
I’ve made my recommendations in order to dampen the sound, and that’s as far as I need to go.
+
+
+
To: JMD003@████
+From: MWells@████
+
Jeff,
+
Sorry you were called back so quickly. At least he's not putting his head in the sand completely.
+
We weren't able to make any progress with B2, the sound was just too loud. My people are reorganizing a task force that is apparently equipped for just such environments, if you can believe it.
+
Thank you for the models. They should be instrumental in developing a plan to deal with the noise on our end. I’m going to recommend something of a mix of your theory and my own for testing designs.
The Foundation consigned the mobilization of Mobile Task Force Beta-14 ("Hear No Evil")2 to complete a thorough investigation of the second basement level, which exceeded decibel levels sufficient to result in permanent hearing loss. The following is a transcription from video recording devices.
+
+
Unit: Mobile Task Force Beta-14 "Hear No Evil"
+Personnel: β-1 (Lead), β-2, β-3, β-4
+Objective: To sweep the 2nd basement floor in the Library of Congress, documenting anomalous phenomenon therein, and making as-needed decisions with regard to potential containment of any such phenomena.
+
Foreword: The MTF is comprised of deaf members who communicate via American Sign Language, with the assistance of shared, self-facing video feeds. Command, represented by a Foundation interpreter, also assists in relaying communications. An interpreter has reviewed the video footage and confirmed any questions with the team members.
+
[BEGIN LOG]
+
β-1: Final check. Command, do you copy?
+
Command: Copy Lead, you and your team are go.
+
β-1: OK.
+
β-4: I'm already spooked… that librarian won't stop staring at us.
+
β-3: It's not every day that what looks to be a S.W.A.T. team raids a library.
+
β-4: I think it's because we're just so good looking.
+
β-1: Alright team. Eyes forward and on your screens.
+
β-2: OK.
+
β-3: OK.
+
β-4: "D.I.D.D.L.Y."
+
β-1: (Sighs) 4, please. Let's move. 3, you take the left, 4 you the right, and 2 you caboose it.
+
β-2: Still? Why don't I just take the "4" designation then?
+
β-4: That wouldn't work, because then you'd be "before". (Mimics laughing.)
+
β-3: Cut the banter. Fall in. Let's get this done with so I can see the game on time.
+
Command: Lead, what does your team see?
+
β-1: Rows of card catalogs, item containers, and of course books that look very, very old. Typical except there has to be several hundred shelves down here… thousands of individual items, maybe. Team, split up and maintain visuals with one another amid the rows, if not then on screen. Light up if you see something odd or find yourself in danger.
+
The force continues towards the north wall, members each taking separate isles of shelves. As with previous attempts, efforts to locate a possible source are unremarkable.
+
β-1: Nothing here from what we can see, Command.
+
Command: Lead, can you and your team each pick up a text and read it please?
+
β-1: OK.
+
The task force members each select a nearby text from the shelves and begin to read.
+
Command: Anything odd going on?
+
The task force members are quiet, but can be seen in a state of disbelief via video feeds. β-2 can be seen weeping.
+
β-1: I- I can hear the words.
+
Command: Can the other members confirm this as well?
+
β-3: Confirmed.
+
β-2: Confirmed.
+
β-4: Confirmed.
+
[END LOG]
+
Closing Statement: The exploration resolved without any other notable events. Members of Beta-14 collected a variety of texts at the request of Command.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+2. Testing
+
The following describes a series of tests in which texts, including the documents retrieved from B1 and B2, were situated in an anechoic chamber,3 and the environment analyzed by both an array of high-sensitivity, directional microphones, and a Foundation operative. The operative placed in the anechoic chamber was the same across all trials, and had passed several medical and auditory sensitivity tests.4 The operative was asked to hold his breath and remain still during recordings.
Test #: 01
+Design: No texts are placed in the chamber.
+Results: Three frequencies are noted and recorded:
+
+
A low-pitched rhythm of tones, determined to be the subject's cardiovascular system.
+
A high-pitched hum, determined to be the electricity supplying the microphone array.
+
Intermittent low-pitched percussive sounds, determined to be the joints of the moving subject.
+
+
The purpose of this study was to set a control environment, by which to normalize future tests and allow for the detection of additional frequencies.
+
+
+
Test #: 02a
+Design: Texts recovered from the basements of the Library of Congress are situated in the chamber with the individual. Sample is refined to include those texts written by authors who are living, per request of Agent Wells.
+Results: No additional frequencies reported by individual. No additional frequencies recorded by microphone array.
+
+
+
Test #: 02b
+Design: Texts recovered from the basements of the Library of Congress are situated in the chamber with the individual. Sample is refined to include those texts written by authors who are no longer living.
+Results: An additional, faint, low-pitched frequency is reported by the individual. No additional noise is recorded by the microphone array.
+
+
+
Test #: 03a
+Design: As many texts as can fit in the chamber are supplied by sources other than the Library of Congress5 are situated in the chamber with the individual. Sample is refined to include texts written by authors who are living.
+Result: No additional frequencies reported by individual. No additional frequencies recorded by microphone array.
+
+
+
Test #: 03b
+Design: Texts supplied by same sources in 03a are situated in the chamber with the individual. Sample is refined to include the same concentration of texts, but includes only those written by authors who are no longer living.
+Result: An additional, faint, low-pitched frequency is reported by the individual. An additional frequency is recorded by the microphone array.
+
+
+
+
+
3. Operation Reading Rainbow
+
The Foundation organized and initiated Operation Reading Rainbow in order to further research leads regarding the anomalous nature of SCP-4058. The goal was to recreate SCP-4058 by amassing a sufficient concentration and proximity of eligible texts.6
Thank you for your consult to Foundation R&D on the matter affecting the library. Below is a summary of our findings and our recommendations.
+
As approved by our Administration, R&D designed and conducted a series of trials that aimed to further elucidate the nature of the phenomenon. Manifestations were recreated via the understood conditions.
+
Trials that focused on accumulating copies of the works of a single, deceased author resulted in less dissonant, more euphonic instances. Additionally, the memetic data was more clear and coherent in its voice and message when the sample of texts was restricted to one author, and when authors of similar subject material and conclusions were grouped together.
+
The memetic narration did not manifest on subsequent readings of the same texts, and the overall volume of the noise gradually reduced as the texts were read. More specific studies confirmed that reading the participating texts completely eradicated the emitted sound.
+
It is the recommendation of this staff that a maximum count of textual items be established for all libraries, and their concentration and proximity be avoided.
+
For the case at hand, this can be achieved by two proposals. The first method is for the collections of the Library of Congress to be divided and reallocated in order to move away from the threshold count of texts. Alternatively, and if the library is to keep its collection intact (assumed to be the favored outcome), a sufficient number of texts must be read periodically and in their entirety in order to resolve the sound.
+
To this end, the Foundation would be able to dedicate a rotating staff whose task will be to read all eligible texts in the library, and continue to do so daily for the incoming additions that fit the conditions to contribute to the phenomenon.
Thank you for the collaboration on the issues at the library. To answer your question, the phenomenon — in our conclusion at least — indisputably originates from the books themselves. We do not have a classification to explain an item understood at-large to be non-anomalous, but that discreetly houses anomalous qualities only evident in uncommon circumstances, but the closest thing we have would be "Safe". It has been diagnosed as such, and I hope this puts you somewhat at ease.
+
We estimate that with a large enough staff, the sound should be inaudible in approximately 14 months. We've arranged a cover-story regarding necessary library renovations to be disseminated where necessary. After it's resolved, we'll scale back the staff to a number less-congesting, yet sufficient to keep the operation going and the books… happy.
+
That brings me to your other question. While the official reports will only go so far as the how of the thing, I believe the why behind it is rather familiar. My mother told me that when we die, we become our stories. I was also told by my father to never underestimate human willpower, especially when it seeks to sustain itself.
+
The sounds are the deceased desperate to be alive again.
Filename: library.jpg
+Name: U.S. Library of Congress - Thomas Jefferson Building Main Reading Room (1)
+Author: Jiuguang Wang
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Flickr
Special Containment Procedures: A recording station has been established at Site-64 for receiving and archiving SCP-4082 broadcasts, supported by a network of smaller receivers across the known area of SCP-4082's effects. Following each broadcast, Foundation information suppression teams are to monitor news media and internet forums (particularly those related to amateur radio) for possible discussion and move to counteract its spread if discovered. Administration of class-A or class-B amnestics, under the appropriate circumstances, is permitted. As the frequencies on which SCP-4082 can be received are rarely used by civilians, the risk of discovery is considered minimal.
+
Description: SCP-4082 is an anomalous AM radio signal of unknown origin which can occasionally be received on frequencies around 25.85MHz. The signal does not appear to be affected by the time and weather restrictions that usually affect shortwave radio communications. SCP-4082 broadcasts have frequently been detected by receivers more than 400km apart, despite the fact that it should be impossible to transmit a high frequency signal so far without extensive infrastructure. As such, it is currently believed that SCP-4082 does not have a physical source.
+
The area affected by this phenomenon is not accurately known, but all broadcasts received to date have been detected in the north-west of the United States or very south-west of Canada; generally in the states of Washington and Oregon. Although the signal is anomalous, it can be received by any standard radio within the area of effect tuned to the correct frequency. Recordings of the broadcasts likewise work as expected. The signal generally begins to fade after 60-80 seconds, and cannot be distinguished from background static after at most 120 seconds. After extensive testing, it is not believed that the content of the broadcasts is anomalous; only the method of delivery.
+
The content of SCP-4082 broadcasts varies significantly. Each features only the voice of an entity designated SCP-4082-1; a masculine voice with a slight Scottish accent. In the vast majority of broadcasts, SCP-4082-1 speaks confidently, in a manner similar to a professional radio presenter. The identity or nature of SCP-4082-1 has not been confirmed. All efforts to locate a corresponding real-world individual have failed, and little identifying information has been found from SCP-4082 transmissions.
+
SCP-4082 broadcasts usually appear to imitate a common type of radio broadcast, such as a talk show, a news reading, a song dedication, etc. SCP-4082-1 sometimes appears to be addressing another person, such as in broadcasts resembling talk shows. It will often remain silent after speaking as if listening to their reply. No sound besides the voice of SCP-4082-1 has ever been detected, however.
+
The recorded broadcasts are rarely complete or self-contained, and often start and end in the middle of sentences or even words. This implies that SCP-4082 may only be transmitting brief segments of a larger broadcast, however this has yet to be conclusively proven.
+Addendum 1: Sample of SCP-4082 content:
+A sample of notable recorded SCP-4082 broadcasts is included below. The Foundation has recorded 1027 broadcasts since discovery of SCP-4082 on 2002-05-07. It is not known how long SCP-4082 had been active prior to its discovery. All dialogue is spoken by SCP-4082-1.
+
+
+
Instance
+
Date
+
Transcript
+
Notes
+
+
+
SCP-4082-002
+
2002-05-10
+
“…phoned for a taxi and walked it, and that's why I never went back. Her very favourite, it was. Traffic's still backed up onto the slip road though, so watch out for that if you're heading back into town. The mo…”
+
This was the first broadcast which the Foundation attempted to record, and only 11 seconds of audio were captured successfully. The first part appears to be a recital of the poem “I Went To The Pictures Tomorrow”.
+
+
+
SCP-4082-004
+
2002-05-19
+
“…[wh]at, then, would you say of the case? That there is nothing left in their hearts? That the very spark of humanity which was gifted to them in times long past has faded?”
+(silence)
+“Pah! It is not me to whom you should apologise, but the many experts whose works you denounce! One would think you had not so much as glanced at the archives!”
+(silence)
+“Why the esteemed Cristóbal Soto has researched it extensively. It was his life's work you know – his beautiful, tragic life's work. Whatever you may think of his methods, you simply must not deny his results.”
+(silence)
+“Of course, of course. I judge nothing. Nothing, I say! It is immaterial. You must see by now, surely, that the hound is simply sup…”
+
The first recorded transmission in which SCP-4082-1 refers to a specific person by their full name, a pattern which occurs in roughly 70% of broadcasts recorded by the Foundation.
+
+
+
SCP-4082-009
+
2002-06-08
+
“…family of Ariana Croft have gathered to pay tribute following her death last week. Witnesses report that her family are mostly bugs. But you know what? That's alright. If you ask me, bugs make for better family than people ever have. Plus according to a few reports – which I trust, because they're from bugs – her beloved cat Blue is right there with her, and if there's one thing better than bugs, it's…” (long silence) “Sorry. The 33-year-old was found dead in her home late last Tuesday. A spokesman for West Merseyside police has confirmed investigators still don't give a damn, echoing the initial suspicions of many reporters. In…”
+
The first recorded transmission in which SCP-4082-1 refers to a specific real-world location, another common trend.
+
+
+
SCP-4082-097
+
2002-12-13
+
“…een told that the sun can't shine forever. That's probably true. Elliot Birch certainly believed it. Did you know, when he was young, he once tried to turn off the sun because it was making him too hot?” (laughter, then a long silence). “Of course, of course. We can never go back to those days. But Elliot tried. He tried and tried and tried. He tried so hard it broke him.” (long silence) “Exactly, exactly. If only someone had known. Perhaps we could have told him.” (silence) “No, no, of course not. It's important not to judge. We can never understand them, so we must never judge them. He was only a man. As far as we know of cour…”
+
The first broadcast received after almost 10 days without a signal, an abnormally long interval. The significance of this is unknown.
+
+
+
SCP-4082-397
+
2004-01-28
+
“…[wr]itten and performed by the excellent Caroline Mayer – no matter what anyone says. Coming up next, a performance of Robert Schumann's Papillons by Amita Sahni. At only 23, Sahni is a spectacularly talented musician, a quality rivalled only by her compassion and her loneliness. Sahni has never been interviewed about her performance, and I suppose she never will be, but if she was, she'd have said exactly this: “I first heard this piece over the radio when I was 7 years old. Even though I didn't know what the title meant, I immediately knew what the piece was about. I was captivated by the power of music to convey an idea without any words. I suppose in many ways, this has been my inspiration.” Wise words from a wonderful woman.” (silence)
+
This recording is considered notable as it is the first time SCP-4082-1 refers to more than one name in a single transmission, something that has occurred only 4 times to date. The significance of this is unknown.
+
+
+
SCP-4082-474
+
2004-08-30
+
“…[f]or today – or this time I suppose I should say!” (laughter) “Signing off for NeoVancouver Free Radio, I am, as always, no-one.” (silence) “And we'll catch you again once we see the new sun. Goodbye!”
+(long silence)
+(distant, very quiet) “That was [a] hard one. Did you hear [unintelligible] again? It's only getting worse a…”
+
This is the only time SCP-4082-1 has been recorded making reference to itself. The meaning or significance of the final portion is unknown.
+
+
+
SCP-4082-512
+
2005-03-08
+
“…[ne]xt song, if it can be found, is dedicated to Amadia Séverin. They're a designer – (aside) of what? Clothes? Wow! - Yes, a clothing designer! Remember those? They lived with their partner (and manager) in Nice, running their own line of homemade designer clothing. Isn't that incredible? They never got the recognition they deserved, but they will be remembered, both in the art they leave behind and in the hearts of all those helped by their incredibly [sic] generosity. And by us of course – and perhaps now by you. This song was one of their all time favourites; it played in their darkest moment, and we hope it's playing right now. For Amadia then, here's La Vie en Rose.” (silence).
+
An independent clothing designer named Amadia Séverin was confirmed to have lived in Nice, France. She died on 2005-██-██, leaving more than €20,000 to charity. It is believed this is the first case of a person mentioned in SCP-4082 being identified in the real world.
On 2006-██-██, Foundation agent M. Rodriguez, a member of MTF-██-█, committed suicide at his home in ████, Illinois. MTF-██-█ had been involved with the failed operation [REDACTED], resulting in the deaths of all of its other active members one week prior. As Agent Rodriguez had no surviving family, his body was reclaimed and cremated as per standard Foundation procedure. 18 days after his death was discovered, the following SCP-4082 broadcast was recorded by the Site-64 recording station:
+
+
“..er them. It is, admittedly, an unusual poem for the occasion, but it was one of his favourites, and you know me, I'll never turn down a request. Well, what else can be said of a man like Michael Rodriguez? How should we remember a man whose life demands he be forgotten? There are reasons, of course, but we won't judge him. We didn't know him. What we do know, is that he was a fighter. That he was a team player; always the first to volunteer; the man you wanted at your back. That even caught amidst the deepest darkness unknown to mankind, he found the strength to care. Michael, you were a great man. They can erase you from memory, but they can never erase the good you did.”
+
(silence)
+
(quietly) “They were right about us. All we are is gravestones. Roses on a deathbed. We can't make a difference to those who are lost. In a way though, that's not what matters. What matters is that, just maybe, knowing we'll be there for them too can be some comfort for the living. While there's even a shred of hope that that's true, we'll be here. We'll be right here.”
+
“For NeoVancouver Free Radio, I am no-one, and I r…”
Special Containment Procedures: The development of neural networks by public and governmental agencies is to be monitored and altered as necessary to prevent the detection of SCP-4144.
+
The development of mnestic compounds by agencies outside of Foundation control is to be prevented using any means necessary by MTF Epsilon-7 ("Forget Me Nots") as part of their standard operations.
+
Description: SCP-4144 is the concept of breakfast. The anomalous properties of SCP-4144 are wide and varied, but primarily manifest as an alteration to the memories and experiences of all partaking humans, causing them to believe they have eaten a meal between the time they wake up and noon local time.
+
This effect extends to perceptions of images or videos of people supposedly eating SCP-4144, and to the memories of those who believe themselves to be preparing or purchasing food specifically for SCP-4144, causing them to believe that these activities are actually occurring. Despite centuries of historical and cultural evidence, recent investigations suggest that no one in human history has ever eaten a meal that could be described as "breakfast".
+
When ideating an instance of SCP-4144, a person will spontaneously disappear from their current location along with the food they were intending to eat, and are temporarily replaced by a mannequin made of extruded polystyrene foam1 superficially bearing their appearance. These mannequins are designated SCP-4144-1.2 Observers will see SCP-4144-1 instances as the person they have replaced. Following a period of time typical of the consumption of the intended food items, the mannequin will disappear and the person will reappear in their place, along with the appropriately placed remains of a meal.
+
Instances of SCP-4144-1 will perform any actions typically expected of the translocated person; upon their return, they will remember all actions undertaken by SCP-4144-1 as though they themselves performed the actions. It is unknown whether this is some form of memory transfer between the two, or if they are remotely controlling the SCP-4144-1 instances.
+
The location of affected people during this period is unknown at this time.
+
SCP-4144 was discovered when discrepancies in a neural network trained to identify images were noticed; images tagged as "person eating breakfast" or similar mismatched the determination of the neural network with enough frequency to cause an investigation. An anomaly was confirmed when individuals under the effect of mnestics were able to perceive SCP-4144-1 instances bearing their features in test photos.
+
SCP-4144 Investigation Logs
+
+
+
Test 1
+
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+
Process
+
D-Class personnel D-545-578 heavily dosed with Class-X mnestics and instructed to eat a bowl of cereal.
+
+
+
Results
+
Upon remanifesting, D-545-578 immediately collapsed and began gasping for breath. They recounted falling some distance in darkness into a bag or sac filled with thick fluid, which then closed above them. They then felt a sharp stabbing pain in their left thigh, after which they were unable to hold their breath, losing consciousness as the fluid entered their lungs. D-545-578 claimed to be able to see patterned markings surrounding a puncture wound leaking a thick brown fluid on their thigh, though researchers were unable to perceive the wound. The fluid supposedly dried and evaporated within minutes, leaving no evidence of the wound behind. No trace of fluid was found in their lungs.
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+
Test 2
+
+
+
Process
+
D-Class personnel D-954-112 heavily dosed with Class-X mnestics and instructed to eat a bowl of cereal.
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+
Results
+
D-954-112 recounts similar experiences to those recorded in Test 1. Broad-spectrum imaging was taken of the supposed wound location (this time on the left pectoral), and D-954-112 was given sample kits to take samples of the fluid. The wound was again sealed by the fluid, which dried and evaporated in under three minutes leaving no trace of the wound or surrounding markings.
+
+Analysis of the images revealed a deep puncture wound surrounded by a pattern of cuts and abrasions that formed an antimemetic symbol preventing normal perception of the wound or the fluid. Analysis of the fluid failed; nothing of the samples remained by the time testing was performed.
+
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Note: Tests 3-5 were repeats of the same test in order to establish a baseline. All reported similar experiences, with the only significant variation being the location of the wound. Examinations of all subjects revealed the meal they were intending to eat was present within their stomach upon their return. All D-Class personnel involved reportedly found the experience very traumatic, and have since all shown a reluctance to eat anything they would consider to be "breakfast".
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Test 6
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D-748-664 is heavily mnesticised and provided with an environmental suit with a one hour supply of oxygen, a standard field survival kit, recording equipment and numerous sample collection containers. He is then instructed to eat a large breakfast of cooked meats, potato products, baked beans and fruits.
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Results
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D-748-664 demanifested from his current location as he was sitting to eat, before removing the sealed helmet from his environmental suit, confirming intention to eat rather than the actual process of eating is sufficient to trigger SCP-4144's effects.
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+See Exploration Transcript 4144-001 for full details on the results of this test.
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Exploration Transcript 4144-001
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Exploration of unknown extra-dimensional space accessed through activities relating to SCP-4144
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Notes: GPS tracking of D-748-664 (henceforth referred to as D-748) continued to return his original location within the Site-89 testing chamber. Attempts at radio communication caused an audible response from the SCP-4144-1 instance, though no evidence of this contact was present on the recording.
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Video recordings taken from within the space do not appear to be subject to the antimemetic properties surrounding the rest of SCP-4144, and can be viewed without the use of mnestics.
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D-748's speech during this log has been removed, as it largely consists of long strings of expletives interspersed with imprecise narrations of what he is seeing.
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[LOG BEGINS]
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[00:00] D-748 immediately begins falling. Helmet-attached lighting reveals viscous fluid coating the inside of a possibly organic tube.
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[00:03] D-748 exclaims in shock as he impacts a fluid surface, sinking into a pool of the same milky fluid coating the tube. A thick sac appearing to be made of a deep red skin-like organic material closes around him, completely sealing them within and obscuring the visual feed of the camera.
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Note: D-748 exclaims in pain and later reported several sharp impacts on his lower back at this point, though they failed to puncture his environmental suit.
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[00:16] D-748 curses repeatedly, retrieves the knife attached to his belt and proceeds to cut his way through the sac.
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[00:34] D-748 successfully cuts his way through the sac, and falls an estimated 1.5m as it ruptures. He begins breathing heavily and cursing repeatedly. The atmosphere has a noticeable orange colouration to it.
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[00:50] D-748 begins taking samples of the atmosphere, fluid and sac material remaining on his knife, as previously instructed. Using a scraping tool, he also takes samples of the ground, which appears to be a dark stone-like material.
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[1:45] D-748 looks around the space. Light is limited to what his helmet light is producing; it is otherwise completely dark. Hanging in rows, separated by approximately 2m in each direction, are hundreds of organic sacs matching the one from which D-748 emerged. Approximately 40% of them appear to have movement inside of them, though no details can be seen within. No walls can be seen.
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[1:59] D-748 begins walking in a direction that directional sensors in his suit identify as north.
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[2:03] A feminine scream is heard briefly, followed by the sound of something impacting a fluid surface. D-748 looks towards the sound, and sees one of the sacs closing from the top and moving vigorously before becoming still. D-748 continues walking.
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[2:48] Another brief scream is heard in the distance. D-748 has passed by hundreds of the sacs, with no other notable landmarks or changes in terrain or scenery.
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[3:13] D-748 notes that the environment looks like a warehouse. He looks directly upwards, revealing a dense network of both metallic and organic pipes or tubes from which the sacs are hanging, approximately 10m up.
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[3:24] The camera picks up a brief flash of movement in the distance as D-748 looks forwards again and continues walking. He does not appear to notice the movement. Screams and other cries of alarm are periodically heard varying distances away.
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[4:48] D-748 reaches an approximately circular area in which none of the sacs are hanging. In the centre of the area is a circular pit, approximately 5m in diameter, filled with a thick brown liquid visually matching the description of that seen leaking from the wounds of the D-Class personnel in earlier tests. A constant flow of the fluid is pouring from a number of organic tubes above the pit.
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[5:02] D-748 looks around the area briefly, before kneeling to collect samples from the pit. A wider gap in the sacs can be seen travelling east and west3 from the clearing, forming a pathway.
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[5:35] D-748 finishes collecting samples from the pit and heads towards the pathway heading east. The camera picks up sounds of footsteps, which D-748 hears. He turns in alarm, revealing an instance of SCP-4144-1 with no observable features. It walks to the edge of the pit and appears to look into it briefly, before turning and walking away. It does not acknowledge D-748.
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[6:13] D-748 calls out to the SCP-4144-1 instance. It stops and turns to look at him4 and then turns away and runs. D-748 curses, then travels down the path in the opposite direction.
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[7:02] D-748 continues walking; there is no other differentiation in scenery. The periodic sounds of screams followed by fluid impacts continue.
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[8:39] The camera picks up multiple moving shapes in between the rows of sacs. Multiple sets of footsteps can be heard approaching. D-748 turns to find three instances of SCP-4144-1 directly behind him. He turns to run, but finds himself now surrounded by SCP-4144-1 instances. They grab him and drag him further down the path. He attempts to resist, but fails.
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[9:59] The group of SCP-4144-1 instances have dragged D-748 to another clearing. He continues to thrash in attempted resistance, to no avail. In the centre of the clearing, suspended from thick tubing in the ceiling, is a large structure superficially resembling a heart, made of a white organic material. It beats silently. Further tubing can be seen running from the bottom of the structure into a large hole in the ground beneath it.
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[10:23] A large tear spontaneously forms in the side of the heart structure, and an instance of SCP-4144-1 steps out from within. The tear seals up seamlessly. Two other instances approach the newly emerged one and begin applying something to its face area.
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[11:00] The newly emerged SCP-4144-1 instance is handed a long, pointed rod connected by a tube that runs into the hole beneath the heart, and moves away from the other two. D-748 is dragged to his feet by his captors, and the new instance approaches him. Its face has been painted with features that superficially resemble those of D-748. It stares at D-748 briefly.
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[11:30] The SCP-4144-1 instance thrusts the rod into D-748's abdomen. A brief scream can be heard, before the video feed is lost.
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[LOG ENDS]
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Incident 4144-001 Report
+12 minutes into Test 6, before finishing his "breakfast", D-748 suddenly stood up and attacked the two guards present in the room with his eating utensils. Attempts to restrain him failed as he displayed a level of strength far beyond human norms, leaving both guards with a number of deep puncture wounds and ultimately resulting in the use of deadly force, terminating D-748.
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An autopsy revealed that D-748's entire body was made from extruded polystyrene foam, though all the clothing and equipment worn was confirmed to be that originally supplied to D-748, along with the recovered samples and recordings.
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Analysis of the white fluid and sample taken from the sacs was inconclusive, revealing only that they were some form of unknown organic material. The atmosphere was made primarily of ammonia and the floor samples consisted primarily of iron and calcium, and had a structure similar to that of bone. Analysis of the brown fluid revealed it to be made up of lactose, soy products, processed wheat and rice products, proteins from various types of animal and fibre from various types of fruit.
Special Containment Procedures: Confirmed or suspected instances of SCP-4244 events in progress are to be attended to immediately by emergency response teams, and social media networks and internet forums are to be monitored by I/O-THESTORM for mentions of mass cannibalism and group violence at music events. Individuals confirmed to have attended SCP-4244 events are to be amnesticised, and any videos of the event are to be removed.
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Minor disinformation campaigns refuting public claims of SCP-4244 are to be enacted where necessary, though due to the nature of the event this is not always required.
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Description: SCP-4244 is an event affecting live musical performances staged in small, indoor venues. While the specific trigger is unknown, for an SCP-4244 event to occur the following requirements must be met:
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The performance must be ticketed and at an indoor venue with a clearly defined stage area.
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There must be between 50 and 3121 people viewing the performance.
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There must be no live broadcast of the performance.
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When the SCP-4244 event begins the crowd will quickly become violent, move on to the stage and assault the band, displaying an extreme level of aggression. The band members will be pulled into the crowd and quickly killed, typically through blunt trauma, before being dismembered and shredded2 and then distributed amongst the participants.
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The participants in the SCP-4244 event will then consume the remains of the band members. Every person involved will consume a portion and at the conclusion of the event nothing of the band will be left. The SCP-4244 event will then end and the crowd will return to their normal behaviour; this typically results in mass panic amongst the participants.
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Approximately one hour following the conclusion of the event, the band will announce that they were unable to attend the event3 and are typically apologetic, offering refunds on the tickets to the performance. Investigations confirm that every band involved in an SCP-4244 event has later been found alive, claiming they were unable to reach the venue in time. They are universally unable to explain why they didn't announce this before the performance was scheduled to start.
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The origin of the bands actually involved in SCP-4244 events is unknown.
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Incident 4244-01: On 02/05/2019 an SCP-4244 event occurred at a performance by "Charley Sparkles", the stage name of a musician popular amongst young children4. The event proceeded as normal, involving both the children and their parents.
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The parents have been amnesticised, but due to the difficulty in successfully amnesticising young children, other alternatives are being considered.
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its impermeable nature, SCP-4283 cannot be contained with any currently available technology. Instead, most Foundation efforts will be focused on controlling knowledge regarding SCP-4283 by spreading disinformation, cooperating with local authorities, and closely monitoring activity on, in, and around Lake Ouachita.
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Furthermore, covert operations, code-named Operation Blakely, are to take place regarding the redistribution and use of SCP-4283's output flow. These operations are headquartered at Site-441, a collective location designation consisting of SCP-4283's containment facility and the Blakely Mountain Dam. While use of SCP-4283's effect in order to generate electricity and supply drinking water to local municipalities has been approved, the statistics regarding the output of Lake Ouachita must be altered to appear nominal to the general public.
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Per the ruling of the Ethics Committee, The Foundation shall not sell any electricity or water that is a product of SCP-4283 to any party, be it a private entity, corporation, government, or municipality. Products of SCP-4283 are to be used or stored on site, and any surplus generated by the facility must be given free of cost or compensation to a party approved by the Ethics Committee (e.g. the city of Hot Springs, AR or the State of Arkansas.)
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While containment has not been successful thus far, research into permanently neutralizing the anomaly will continue until a solution is reached, per the Site-441 Director.
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Description: SCP-4283 is an aquatic anomaly located above the surface of the Lake Ouachita Reservoir (Pronounced WAH-shi-tah) near Hot Springs, Arkansas. The anomaly is approximately 41 meters in length and 16 meters in width at its largest extent, but has an irregular boundary, resembling a rip or tear. SCP-4283 is located over the Northeastern section of the lake, approximately 3 meters above the surface of the lake at its lowest point and 19 meters above the surface at its highest point. It is currently unclear whether the anomaly is dimensional or spatial.
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As of December, 2018, approximately 4,600m3 of non-anomalous water pours from SCP-4283 each second. Samples of the water have revealed that it resembles normal lake water in every way, containing the appropriate levels of sediment and detritus, a nominal pH level, and identifiable minerals in solution with the water. All matter exiting SCP-4283 is, however, completely devoid of life.
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The flow rate of SCP-4283 increases by approximately 63m3 per second each year.
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The boundary that defines the shape of SCP-4283 is only permeable in one direction. Matter cannot enter from outside of the anomaly by any means, creating a perfect one way inlet between Lake Ouachita and a second unknown location, and complicating containment.
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All attempts to block or restrict the flow of water from SCP-4283 have been in vain. Containers built around the anomaly will eventually undergo a catastrophic failure due to constantly increasing water pressure.
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A record of notable containment attempts can be seen below.
Containment Method: Attempt to displace the anomaly by means of a large concrete block and a series of hydraulic rams.
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Containment Method: One meter thick concrete structure surrounding the anomaly, reinforced with steel re-bar. High pressure valves used to stop the flow of water.
+Result: Multiple catastrophic failures of concrete containment structure.
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Containment Method: 70 millimeter thick steel pipe, 20 meters in diameter, 50 meters in length. Sealed with a specially designed quick locking hatch and welded in place.
+Result: Catastrophic failure at both ends of the containment structure. Two members of the welding team were injured and one was killed.
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Containment Method: Sphere of ███████ alloy reinforced with a titanium and ████ composite lattice structure. Materials were Coulomb-shifted to achieve an instantaneous and perfect seal. All personnel evacuated from the area.
+Result: Pressures within the sphere estimated to have exceeded 900 Gigapascals before containment failure. Detonation of the sphere due to water pressure showered Lake Ouachita with large chunks of ███████ alloy and super heated ice.
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The Operation Blakely infrastructure effectively redistributes the output from SCP-4283 into the local municipal water system where it is either used by the municipality in question or redirected to other surrounding systems. In the case that the system cannot handle the output, a secondary installation of pipes diverts the water to Lake Maumelle and the Arkansas River.
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To make further use of the anomaly, the Blakely Mountain Dam covertly houses a series of hydroelectric generators that provide electricity in surplus to Site-441 and the surrounding area. Publicly, the generators in the dam’s power plant are capable of producing 75,000 kilowatt-hours of power. The true output is much higher on average, but fluctuates depending on Operation Blakely's allocation of water. Site-441's ability to process its own drinking water and generate its own electricity aids in preserving the clandestine nature of the facility.
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Addendum 4283-12.06.1958: A letter from Site-441 Director Frederick Campbell.
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December 06, 1958
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Site-441 staff,
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It has come to my attention that many low level members of Operation Blakely have questions regarding the "Keter" classification of SCP-4283 and our ongoing investigation into containing the anomaly despite its apparently benign, even beneficial nature.
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It is our current understanding that the water pouring from SCP-4283 is not being sourced from elsewhere on the planet, meaning that the anomaly is effectively increasing the amount of water (and mass in general) that exists on Earth.
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If SCP-4283 is not neutralized within the next few centuries, its impact on the planet will be impossible to conceal from the general public. Since Operation Blakely has been in effect, we have already seen the impact of SCP-4283 on Lake Ouachita, Lake Maumelle, and the Arkansas River.
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This destabilization will only continue to become more and more detrimental. The anomaly may not seem like a problem now, but the goal of The Foundation is to contain any and all anomalies that threaten human existence as we know it, no matter how far off the consequences are.
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At its current increasing rate of flow, SCP-4283 will cover every landmass on Earth with water in 15 million years, and the extra mass will alter the planet's orbit substantially. Long before that, it will cause catastrophic displacement of coastal cities. In the near future, SCP-4283 will be impossible to hide, and at its current rate of growth, may breach the containment measures put in place by Operation Blakely.
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Hence, a Keter designation.
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If any members of staff have questions regarding the ongoing research into containment of SCP-4283, please, hesitate to ask.
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Sincerely,
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History: SCP-4283 was discovered in 1946 after reports of a "waterfall in mid-air" circulated through the local population and Ouachita National Forest employees. SCP-4283 was quickly quarantined by the foundation and containment testing began.
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After a year of testing with no containment options available, theories that the anomaly would destabilize the local ecosystem and make concealment impossible came to light. The Foundation collaborated with the United States Army Corps of Engineers to design Operation Blakely, employing a covert pump station capable of diverting the massive amount of excess water away from the Ouachita National Forest. This became Site-441 and the Blakely Mountain Dam, both completed in 1953. Upon completion of Site-441, Lake Ouachita was formed from the affected portion of the Ouachita River. In order to maintain normalcy, the lake was not claimed by The Foundation, but instead remained part of the Ouachita National Forest.
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Non-foundation individuals that were aware of SCP-4283 were debriefed and amnesticized accordingly. An excerpt of a notable interview with a local is shown below.
Interviewed: Marcus Olds, Native American descent, 68 years of age.
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Interviewer: Dr. Frederick Campbell, Site-441 Director
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<Excerpt of Log, 1647 hours ██-██-1946>
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Campbell: … and was there anything else unusual about the day before the anomaly appeared?
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Olds: Like I said, just the earthquake.
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Campbell: Yes, we've heard several reports of an earthquake, but I can't help but feel, Mr. Olds, that you're holding out on me. Are you sure there's nothing else you can tell us?
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Olds: …
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Olds: You would dismiss me as a lunatic, doctor.
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Campbell: I think you'll find that I'm very open minded. Any information could help us.
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Mr. Olds is hesitant to speak. Dr. Campbell begins to terminate the interview.
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Campbell: Officer, could you please escort Mr. Olds out. We're finished with-
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Olds: The hunter.
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Campbell: I beg your pardon?
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Olds: My grandmother would tell us stories in our youth. Most often, she spoke of a hunter, killing for sport in these woods.
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Dr. Campbell waves off the guard and resumes the interview.
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Campbell: And what does this hunter seek?
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Olds: The deer. A spirit animal native to Ouachita. My grandmother drew pictures of many spirit animals… they were taller than the mountains, wider than the rivers. The spirit world is invisible to most, but to very few, like my grandmother, it shows itself. Unfortunately, it meant she was blind in this world, but that never stopped her from drawing what she could see.
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Campbell: And the hunter? Could she see him as well?
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Olds: Ah… the hunter. The pictures she drew still show themselves to me in my nightmares. The hunter is just as immense and powerful as the animal he hunts.
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Campbell: Why does the hunter seek the deer? What's special about it?
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Olds: It is the last.
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Campbell: I see… and how does this story intersect with the anomaly on Lake Ouachita?
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Olds: When a spirit animal dies… the ground shakes and the Earth bleeds. The blood of the Earth, doctor, is water.
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Campbell: And what happens when the last spirit animal dies? What happens, hypothetically, when the hunter kills the deer?
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Olds: The Earth doesn't stop bleeding.
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Campbell: I assume your grandmother didn't have any other… more lighthearted stories to tell. Did she, by any chance, tell you a story about how to… stop the "bleeding?"
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Olds: Of course. Kill the hunter.
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Campbell: Something tells me that he would be quite hard to kill… either way, Mr. Olds, thank you. You have been quite helpful.
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Olds: You don't think me insane, doctor?
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Campbell: I wish that were the case… but that would make my job… just far too easy, now wouldn't it? Good day, Mr. Olds. The officer here will escort you out.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS
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The following file contains a vital anti-infohazard. Any level 4 or higher personnel that have been the subjects of amnestic treatment are required to read this document in full before returning to their duties.
Special Containment Procedures: This file is to be incorporated into the standard Foundation Employment Pack, and all new Foundation personnel are required to acquaint themselves with the information contained within. Coded narratives describing SCP-4352 are to be disseminated through all available media including film, television and literature, and efforts are to be undertaken to ensure these narratives reach even severely isolated communities so as to reduce the rate of SCP-4352 attacks as much as possible.
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Containment narratives as originally concocted by FP-194 and now disseminated by the Foundation are to contain the following narrative elements:
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A protagonist or protagonists, ideally a child or anthropomorphized animal, which is associated with innocence within the target culture.
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A physical description of SCP-4352.
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Mention of at least one attack method known to be used by SCP-4352.
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An attempt by the representation of SCP-4352 to deceive or otherwise mislead the protagonist/protagonists, so as to illustrate SCP-4352’s duplicitous nature.
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In events where radical alteration is required to existing containment narratives so as to adjust it to fit anomalous communities or cultures, the Foundation Department of Miscommunications is authorized to make any changes as needed so long as the purpose of the containment narrative is still achieved.
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Description: SCP-4352 is a hostile metaphysical entity, which normally resides in the collective human psychospace, but is capable of emerging and physically attacking a target once necessary conditions are met.
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The target must not be aware of SCP-4352’s existence.
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The target must not be aware of SCP-4352’s capabilities.
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The target must have broken a societal norm for their culture.
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Once SCP-4352 has selected a target, it is capable of attacking in a variety of ways. Although these methods are capable of causing significant disruption and destruction, no incidents have been recorded in which any individuals other than valid targets have been harmed or affected during these events. Methods recorded have included physical attacks via use of teeth and claws, localized weather manipulation and limited bodily geokinesis.
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In cases where SCP-4352 does not immediately attack an identified target, it has been known to apply variable conceptual camouflage to itself, causing individuals who observe it to identify it as a specific human being familiar to them despite its physical appearance not actually changing. This camouflage is not impenetrable, however, as specific and focused observation of SCP-4352's non-human bodily configuration can allow an individual to see through it.
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SCP-4352 is believed to have existed primarily within the European psychospace since the early 10th century, preying primarily on farming communities, with attacks gradually lessening as folklore regarding the entity became more widespread - finally all-but stopping in the early 19th century due to the efforts of FP-194.
FP1-194 (“The Warning Bell”) was a small coalition of natural philosophers and occult enthusiasts known to have existed in the 1800’s, devoted to the identification and extermination of the many predatory anomalous organisms that existed throughout Europe during the period. Although they were successful in the eradication of the Hircocervus and the Anti-Human Unicorn, their principal goal during their existence was the elimination of SCP-4352. It is believed that the original containment procedures now used by the Foundation were concocted by The Warning Bell and disseminated for this purpose.
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Addendum-01:
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Testing was conducted to attempt to expose a member of D-Class personnel to SCP-4352. D-2223, selected for his frequent insubordination and antisocial tendencies, was amnesticized of his prior knowledge of SCP-4352, placed in a room with a large amount of foodstuff not usually permitted for D-Class personnel, and ordered not to consume it. Unsurprisingly, D-2223 proceeded to consume the majority of the provided food once Dr. Lesteigh left the room.
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Recording began immediately after.
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<Begin Log>
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D-2223: There. You expect me to just sit there and look at all that shit? You’re a fucking idiot.
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Dr. Lesteigh: Oh, yes, yes, of course. You’ve done very well indeed!
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D-2223: Fuckin’ creep.
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(D-2223 sits down in the provided chair.)
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D-2223: Something supposed to happen now or what?
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Dr. Lesteigh: Well, we’ll have to wait and see, I suppose, won’t we? Do you mind if I take a seat? A little chair?
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D-2223: It’s your chair, man. Do what you want.
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Dr. Lesteigh: Yes, yes, of course.
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(Dr. Lesteigh sits down and places his paws on the desk.)
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Dr. Lesteigh: Ah, it’s good to get a load off.
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D-2223: Oh, that’s nasty, man. (gestures at Dr. Lesteigh’s claws) You need to cut those nails, dude. That’s disgusting.
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Dr. Lesteigh:(sniffs) Oh, my apologies. I haven’t been able to get much free time lately. Can you help me fix my tie?
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(Pause.)
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D-2223: You fucking serious, man?
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Dr. Lesteigh: Yes! You are under my employment, are you not?
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(Pause. D-2223 sighs, gets up, and goes to help Dr. Lesteigh fix his tie. He has difficulty locating it.)
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D-2223: Hard to find this shit. You’re, like, really fucking hairy, man. You need a shave.
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Dr. Lesteigh: Yes, I do!
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D-2223: And you …
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D-2223: And you stink.
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Dr. Lesteigh:(grins) Yes, I do.
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<End Log>
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Closing Notes: Upon the conclusion of the test and the confirmed retreat of SCP-4352 back into the human psychospace, security personnel entered the interview chamber to recover D-2223’s remains. The test subject was found to have been opened vertically via the application of sharp claws and had large amounts of stone, wool and goat embryos deposited within the available cavities.
Jacob Ludwig Karl Grimm and Wilhelm Carl Grimm, known associates of the Warning Bell who were chiefly responsible for the expanded dissemination of containment narratives during the 19th century.
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The following is an excerpt from the original containment narratives disseminated for the purpose of reducing SCP-4352’s influence, archived for historical purposes. A full archive of all known SCP-4352 containment narratives is available upon request from the Foundation Historical Department.
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“…there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Riding Hood.'”
Reference photograph of Palenque, the location and basis of SCP-4400.
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Special Containment Procedures: Palenque National Park is to be operated entirely by Foundation operatives under the guise of standard Mexican National Park employees. A clause concerning this has been inserted into the Foundation-Mexico Operating Treaty, and the National Commission of Protected Natural Areas will assist the Foundation in upholding this.
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Exterior of the building containing SCP-4400 Access Tunnel Ka'a.
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All further archaeological exploration of Palenque is to have a minimum of two Foundation personnel from the Archaeological Division embedded within the existing exploration team. These personnel are to be stocked and trained with Class B amnestics. If a new SCP-4400 access tunnel is discovered, they are to use the amnestics to remove any memory of the discovery from the exploration team. Following this, they are to covertly alert Site-484 Command to the discovery, to allow for proper containment.
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All access tunnels are to have metal covers welded over them, and secured into the surrounding stone. The covers of Access Tunnels Hun, Ka'a and Óox have been modified to allow for entrance, and these covers should be kept accessible, but locked when not in use.
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All buildings known to contain an SCP-4400 access tunnel are to be sequestered from general tourist areas of Palenque National Park, with Foundation guards stationed at each such building.
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Any further exploration of SCP-4400 by the Archaeological Division itself should be conducted with an armed escort from Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai ("Curators") and under standard protocol for the exploration of anomalies involving high amounts of radiation.
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Description: SCP-4400 is an extradimensional space below Palenque.1 SCP-4400 can be accessed from multiple tunnels located within Palenque, but cannot be reached outside of these tunnels. Excavation attempts at digging into SCP-4400 have been unsuccessful. There are twelve known access tunnels into SCP-4400.
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SCP-4400 contains a representation of Palenque during the Late Classic period.2 All entrances to SCP-4400 exit within this replica of Palenque. Excavated buildings within Palenque built before or during this period correspond to buildings within SCP-4400, with other buildings within SCP-4400 believed to be buildings that did not survive to the present day. There are no light sources — natural, artificial or anomalous — within SCP-4400.
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Several of the buildings within SCP-4400 appear to have been modified at an indeterminate point in the past. These modifications include the addition of multiple anomalous and mundane traps, as well as modifications to many of the frescoes located within SCP-4400. The majority of these traps have been disabled. Additionally, SCP-4400 is slightly irradiated, averaging about 1 to 2 mSv per day of exposure.3
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SCP-4400-América is the collective designation for four eigenweapons4 and the waste products of their construction, which were evidently created around 650 CE. The component parts of SCP-4400-América are located at the tops of several pyramids within SCP-4400, such as the equivalents to the Temples of the Skull and Temple of the Sun. For information on the current hypothesis concerning the nature of SCP-4400-América, please consult ADDENDUM 4400.4.
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Many of the traps within SCP-4400 are constructed around the components of SCP-4400-América, and the majority of the altered frescoes within SCP-4400 appear to relate to SCP-4400-América. For these reasons, the Archaeological Division has concluded that SCP-4400 was either created or modified to contain SCP-4400-América.
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Sentient beings within SCP-4400 undergo an anomalous empathic alteration, which has been designated as SCP-4400-Barcelona. This typically results in an increased fear response, with an unknown stimulus.5 The degree to which this anomalous effect is present varies between organisms. In controlled testing, dogs and mice immediately attempted to exit SCP-4400. Humans, however, typically describe this as a feeling of strong apprehension or dread.
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This anomalous empathetic alteration appears to be stronger around certain areas of SCP-4400, including the SCP-4400 equivalent to the Palenque Temple of the Sun or the Palenque Temple of the Skull. This effect has prevented almost all attempts at climbing such locations and properly investigating either.
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The exact boundaries of SCP-4400 are unclear. There is no observable upper limit to SCP-4400. The copy of Palenque within SCP-4400 is situated atop a 1000 meter tall plateau, with all surrounding land being undifferentiated smooth rock. Excavation attempts have tunneled 100 meters downward and yielded no results.
Reporting Personnel: Doctor Hector Rosales, Researcher Javier Balenciaga
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Date: June 26th, 1965
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Subject: Analysis of Fresco Content within SCP-4400
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A large number of the painted stucco reliefs within SCP-4400 have been completely changed from their equivalents in Palenque. The following are excerpts of what are believed to be the most important altered frescoes. (As a note, the paint of these frescoes is generally preserved, uncharacteristic for Mayan art of the Late Classical Period.)
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Fresco #0001:
+A man is standing over a silver rock, which is surrounded by a sunburst motif. He appears to recoil from the rock.
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In a series of frames following the original, the man from before can be seen vomiting, clutching his head, losing hair, and finally dying.
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Fresco #0001 is a common fresco within SCP-4400, and is the most frequent in appearance. The symptoms of the man appear consistent with an ancient perception of radiation poisoning.
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Fresco #0004:
+A man descends through a representation of an SCP-4400 access tunnel, and into a representation of Xibalba. The Twelve Lords of Xibalba are seated below the man, and looking up at him.
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Fresco #0004 is located near the exits of most access tunnels and is an example of a common theme within SCP-4400, which depicts SCP-4400 as a place of death, with many associations to the Mayan Underworld. Figures are frequently depicted as entering SCP-4400 and dying, with the majority of imagery acting as an imperative to not enter or explore.
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Fresco #0007:
+A man is walking into a representation of the Temple of the Sun, with his foot pulling a trip wire. An arrow is flying through the air, aimed at him.
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This relief is a part of a series showcasing the numerous traps located within SCP-4400, all located around the appropriate traps, which are in turn located around components of SCP-4400-América.
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Fresco #0010:
+Fresco #0010 appears to be an anachronistic depiction of a modern atom under the Bohr model, although the diagram is highly simplified and likely inaccurate, preventing proper identification. The atom appears to be in the process of being broken in half.
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It is unknown how the creators of SCP-4400 were able to learn of the structure of an atom or have enough knowledge to depict an atom in the state of nuclear fission. Additionally, the purpose of this fresco, and how it would be interpreted is unclear.
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Fresco #0012:
+Fresco #0012 is located upon the SCP-4400 equivalent to the Temple of the Skull, which contains a large number of frescoes that do not reappear within SCP-4400.
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The relief appears to be a stylized, but mostly accurate depiction of the characteristic mushroom cloud caused by a nuclear explosion, viewed from a distance. At the bottom of the cloud is a small city, which has been labeled as "Chak'iin".
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The depiction of a mushroom cloud depicted here is highly anachronistic, but accurate nonetheless. Due to the accuracy, it is believed that the artist personally witnessed the events depicted. The apparent name of the city (Chak'iin) does not correspond to any known city, modern or ancient.
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A paper document recovered from SCP-4400 contains a map, which has a label for the location of Chak'iin. This supposed location does not correspond with any known Mayan city in Foundation records.
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A detachment of Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai was sent to the supposed location of Chak'iin and was unable to find any evidence of permanent construction dating to the Late Classical Period or earlier. However, they did note traces of plutonium-239 and uranium-235 isotopes in the soil, as well as other isotopes believed to have formed from the decay chain of U235.
Reporting Personnel: Doctor Hector Rosales, Researcher Javier Balenciaga
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Date: June 26th, 1965
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Subject: Anomalous Dream from within SCP-4400
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Several members of the SCP-4400 Research Team have reported unusual nightmares during their dreams. It is suspected that these dreams may be associated with SCP-4400-Barcelona, and are therefore being treated as potentially anomalous.
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The following Standard Dream Report was filed by Researcher Javier Balenciaga following one of these dreams and has been selected as an example.
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FORM 66-Y - STANDARD DREAM REPORT
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Personnel: Javier Balenciaga
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Estimated Degree of Recall: 80%
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Anomalous Phenomena Present?: Y
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Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: HIGH
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Description: Before I begin a full description of the contents of my dreams, I would like to first say that the contents of my dream are remarkably similar to the dreams of the other researchers within SCP-4400.
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The dream begins with an alchemist slaving away in a workshop. He is crafting weapons — bombs, I can tell — and placing them in five vessels, clay pots. I feel the presence of something sinister in the room, but I cannot identify it, only sense it. However, it exudes an aura, and I know it to be a creature of forbidden secrets. The alchemist works long into the night, past sunset. Darkness envelops my vision.
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I find myself atop the Temple of the Sun, in the true Palenque. There is a crowd assembled: nobles, priests, guards, and at the center of it all stands a king and the alchemist from before. A feathered serpent made of blood coils around their legs. The scene is Palenque in the past, before the jungle claimed it. A perfect match for SCP-4400.
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The king points to the sky and says the word "Chak'iin". The blood serpent grabs one of the pots the alchemist worked upon and flies into the air, with my perspective flying behind in pursuit. It is not long before a nuclear fire and heat fills my vision, and blinds me from anything else.
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Next I see a group of soldiers walking through the jungle. I know their purpose at once: they are looking for the city of Chak'iin. They will not find it, for it has been wiped off the face of the earth. Nothing remains, not even rubble.
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The scene melts away, and I find myself in the chambers of the alchemist who was standing on the top of the Temple of the Sun. The king is with him and talking about something. I am not sure what, but the alchemist seems nervous, or possibly afraid. The king smiles and leaves.
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The alchemist turns and removes a codex from underneath his bed.
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You'll pardon me if I cannot truly describe what happens next. The next action was abstract and I am not even sure of what I saw. There are things I know, for it is a dream and knowledge flows freely there, but the actual visuals are unclear. It was bizarre, even for a dream.
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A new world, coming into existence. It rests between worlds — between the real world and other planes, between the real world and the Underworld, between the real world and the void. It is the shadow of Palenque, and it is empty and dark. There is a scream, one that changes in a pattern.
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The alchemist climbs the steps of the Temple of the Skull, carrying one of the pots. He manages to reach the top and places the pot within the central chamber. His hands are busy, and then it is surrounded in a spiderweb of traps.
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The alchemist raises his hands and fills my soul with dread. Nothing changes in the scene around in me, but I grow scared, all too scared. I stumble backward, and my worst fears close in upon me. Spiders, shadows, demons — personal fears, unrelated to the rest of the dream. The dream changes and nothing further regarding 4400 takes place.
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This dream, or one similar to it, has been recorded by approximately half of the SCP-4400 Research Team. As such, it is currently suspected to be potentially anomalous, and connected to SCP-4400 as a whole. Plans for further research have been proposed.
Reporting Personnel: Commander Antonio Villa (MTF Xi-Kai); Researcher Javier Balenciaga (Archaeological Division)
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Date: July 18th, 1965
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Subject: EoI-4400-Cáceres
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A tablet containing what appeared to be a ritual was recovered from within SCP-4400. A magical specialist assigned to Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai analyzed the tablet and concluded that it was a summoning and binding ritual for a specific non-corporeal ontokinetic entity. This entity would then offer to give information to the performer in exchange for either symbolically important physical materials, or esoteric knowledge unknown to the entity.
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Members of MTF Xi-Kai and the Archaeological Division made the decision to perform the ritual within SCP-4400, and then attempt to communicate with it concerning any knowledge it might have concerning SCP-4400, 4400-América or 4400-Barcelona.
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The following interview was conducted in Yucatec Mayan, of which Researcher Balenciaga is a fluent and native speaker. The following translation from Yucatec Mayan was performed by him as well.
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Interview Log 4400-Cáceres:
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Interviewer: Researcher Javier Balenciaga
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Interviewee: EoI-4400-Cáceres
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[BEGIN LOG]
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With the ritual completed, EoI-4400-Cáceres partially manifests within SCP-4400, taking the shape of the shadow of a serpent, cast upon an interior wall by one of the fires used to complete the ritual.
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Rs. Balenciaga: Greetings, O dark giver of knowledge.
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: Your tongue is new, different from what I knew. But I understand it nonetheless, for I am a creature of knowledge.
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Rs. Balenciaga: Do you know where you are?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: A place of fear, underneath the ground. Xibalba.
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Rs. Balenciaga: Specifically.
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: It is a place between worlds, a shadow of the true Palenque. We are not quite in the void, but we are not quite in the real world.
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Rs. Balenciaga: You don't know how this world was created?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: That, I do not.
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Rs. Balenciaga: Then I would like to ask about one time you were summoned, about thirteen hundred years ago.
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: I remember that, yes. The most recent time I was summoned on this plane, and in this form. Or, rather, summoned on your home plane. We aren't there now. But first, a trade.
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Rs. Balenciaga: You may have all five of the boars placed below you.
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EoI-4400-Cáceres envelopes each of the live boars that had been placed adjacent to the interior wall during the ritual. Each vanishes as it is enveloped.
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: Excellent. Your question?
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Rs. Balenciaga: What did the man who summoned you want back then?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: A weapon!
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Rs. Balenciaga: You gave it to him?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: I showed him a spell, how to split the particles that comprise reality, to create the greatest force ever displayed on Earth. I could show you, for a price.
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Rs. Balenciaga: I am not interested in that. But why?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: Your race stole the fruit of fire once, now it is time to pick from the tree of the gods again.
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Rs. Balenciaga: And so you gave us what, weapons?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: Fire to challenge the gods, and burn the sky.
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Rs. Balenciaga: Why?
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: Because my last summoner paid me to do so, and so I gave him the most powerful weapon in the world.
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Rs. Balenciaga: I see.
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EoI-4400-Cáceres: This is all I can recall of my past dealings, and therefore, my work here is done. Goodbye, sojourner. If you have any further need for information, don't be shy.
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+EoI-4400-Cáceres dissipates into the surrounding shadow on the adjacent wall. All fires burning are spontaneously extinguished.
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[END LOG]
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Note: It is my belief that the EoI-4400-Cáceres and the "creature of forbidden secrets" I felt in my dream are the same entity. I felt the same way in both situations. — Researcher Balenciaga
Reporting Personnel: Director Nakawé Osorio (Site-484), Doctor Hector Rosales (Archaeological Division), Researcher Javier Balenciaga (Archaeological Division), Senior Researcher Anne McCusick (Scientific Department)
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Date: August 3rd, 1965
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Subject: Conclusions of SCP-4400 Archaeological Survey and Analysis of SCP-4400-América
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The following briefing was delivered to Site-484 Director Osorio by members of the SCP-4400 Research Team, concerning the findings of the SCP-4400 Archaeological Division in their exploration of SCP-4400, and the conclusions of the Scientific Department concerning the nature of SCP-4400-América.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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Dir. Osorio: I was made aware that you have a report on the nature of this SCP-4400-América? Specifically, a theorized method of function?
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Dr. Rosales: Yes. Doctor, you are aware of our previous conclusions as to what 4400-América was, correct?
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Dir. Osorio: That it was some variety of paraweapon of mass destruction? And that 4400 had been to store it?
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Rs. Balenciaga: Yes, ma'am. Investigation of 4400-América is difficult because we cannot approach it, as a result of the many traps and the effects of 4400-Barcelona.
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Dr. Rosales: When we sent a D-Class up the steps of the Temple of the Skull, he was torn apart by a nuclear blood serpent.
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Rs. Balenciaga: But with the help of the Curators, we were able to disarm many of the traps and get close to the paraweapons. Then we brought in a consultant from the Scientific Department: Doctor McCusick.
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Dr. McCusick: Once I was able to get close to SCP-4400-América, I was able to conduct a more in-depth study of the anomaly, including radiography and magical imaging.
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Dir. Osorio: And you have a conclusion?
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Dr. McCusick: Yes. SCP-4400-América is a collection of anomalous thaumonuclear bombs, created around 650 CE, give or take thirty years.
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There is a moment of silence.
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Dir. Osorio: And?
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Dr. McCusick: I'm sorry?
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Dir. Osorio: It is just a nuclear explosive? Nothing special?
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Dr. McCusick: It is an eigenweapon which uses anomalous means to induce nuclear fission, resulting in an end result similar to that of a conventional and nonanomalous nuclear detonation. In layman's terms, it uses magic to split an atom.
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Dir. Osorio: And the only anomaly is in how it splits the atom?
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Dr. McCusick: Yes, the resultant explosion is mundane.
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Dir. Osorio: What size are they?
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Dr. McCusick: Well, it varies, but the largest is about thirty kilotons.
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Dir. Osorio: That is hardly larger than the Fat Man. No Tsar Bomba!
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Dr. McCusick: That is correct, but-
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Dir. Osorio: Tell me, are you all … afraid of this thing?
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Rs. Balenciaga: Well, yes.
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Dr. Rosales: I am.
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Dr. McCusick: Yes.
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Dir. Osorio: I feel you may be under the lingering effects of Barcelona. Either that, or you are taking the word of a shadow serpent too seriously.
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Rs. Balenciaga: How so?
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Dir. Osorio: Fifty meters below my bedroom, there is a nuclear failsafe. It is a hundred kilotons of nuclear power, ready to explode at a moment's notice. I sleep like a baby.
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Dr. Rosales: Ma'am?
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Dir. Osorio: The Mayans feared these nukes because they were anachronistic. They were ahead of their time, and did not belong in the year 650. But we are not in the year 650 anymore, and 4400-América is in the time it belongs in.
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Rs. Balenciaga: What are you recommending?
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Dir. Osorio: We leave them in place. SCP-4400 has worked well enough for the past thirteen hundred years as a containment method. Why play with it?
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Dr. Rosales: But what if some Group of Interest learned about 4400-América and tried to use it? Or worse, 4400-Cáceres?
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Dir. Osorio: Cáceres? Cáceres is a demon that will teach you how to split an atom. I already know of such a demon, and his name is Robert Oppenheimer.
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[END LOG]
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Following this, the current Special Containment Procedures for SCP-4400 were implemented. SCP-4400-América will be contained in situ.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4477 itself is to be treated under current standards for coma patients at Humanoid Site-06, in the Coma Wing.
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One member of MTF Y-36 Subforce 1 is to be stationed next to SCP-4477 from 00:00 Friday EST/EDT1 until SCP-4477 vocalizes. They are then to record all such vocalizations.
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MTF Y-36 ("The Party Crashers") is to act as the primary containment for SCP-4477, as per their instructions regarding SCP-4477, which have been reproduced below:
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Mobile Task Force Upsilon-Thirty-Six
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Mobile Task Force Upsilon-36 is to be stationed out of Site-88, which is located within a two-hour flight radius of all potential SCP-4477 Active Events. MTF-Δ22 is to be on constant standby for deployment during the period that SCP-4477 events may occur, as monitored by MTF Y-36 Subforce 1 ("No Invite").
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MTF Y-36 Subforce 1 ("No Invite") is, following the beginning of an SCP-4477 Active Event, to arrive at the location of the Active Event and covertly monitor the Active Event, in order to gain information on the age range of the gathering, and to determine the nature of the event and create a plan for further action.
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MTF Y-36 Subforce 2 ("Weather Report") is to then attempt to cause the cancellation or postponement of the event. Most commonly, this involves either faking a natural disaster that would disrupt the event or masquerading as law enforcement officers, disincentivizing the actual occurrence of the event.
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Should Subforce 2 be unsuccessful at disrupting the event prior to it beginning, MTF Y-36 Subforce 3 ("Darn Kids") is to be deployed into the event itself. Subforce 3 is to be composed of personnel 21 years of age or younger, in order to easily assimilate into the event. The Ethics Committee has approved the following as viable and ethical sources of personnel for Subforce 3:
D-Class recruited from refugee and/or civilian populations under Protocol 12.
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Infants created through the use of URA-8171 ("Sowing Circle") not terminated or otherwise used in the containment of another SCP.
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Subforce 3 is to then infiltrate the event, and attempt to either sabotage it internally or to provide reconnaissance for the other members of MTF Y-36 as they prepare for Contingency-4477-A.
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Contingency-4477-A involves the deployment of MTF Y-36 Subforce 4 ("Blackout Drunks") to the event in question. Subforce 4 is to secure all witnesses of the SCP-4477 Active Event and administer a Class B Amnestic to them, to remove any memory of the SCP-4477 Active Event. Depending on the presence of alcohol at the event or not, implanting false memories may not be necessary.
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Should MTF Y-36 fail to secure an Active Event, the Department of Analytics is to censor any potential media references involving SCP-4477, as soon as they become publically available online. It is then — depending on the severity of the SCP-4477 Active Event — to deploy MTF R-16 ("Emergent Intelligence") to the uploader of such a file, in order to administer a Class A Amnestic to any involved.
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Description: SCP-4477 is an anomalous humanoid resembling common American cultural religious depictions of Jesus Christ.2 SCP-4477 is currently in a coma and has been for the past twenty-five years. As current medical technology is not capable of prematurely ending a coma safely, SCP-4477 cannot be roused from this coma. It is currently believed that SCP-4477 has anomalous properties which allow it to remain in this coma indefinitely.
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Once per week, on either Friday or Saturday, an Active Event will occur. This begins with SCP-4477 saying the name of a specific youth social gathering in the Southeastern United States,3 along with enough information as to easily locate the party. SCP-4477 vocalizes as such exactly six hours before the beginning of said social gatherings.
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All such gatherings referred to in such a way involve the consumption of food communally and were planned at least seventy-two hours in advance. The average age of such a social gathering has also been under twenty-three in all recorded events, with an attendance of over ten.
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During the specified social gathering, SCP-4477-1 instances will manifest whenever any two individuals of opposite biological sex are closer than thirty centimeters apart. SCP-4477-1 are physically identical to SCP-4477,4 and will manifest 1-2 meters behind the couple of opposite biological sex. Instances will physically intervene between the couple and say "Leave room for Jesus!". They will then remain immobile except to remain between the couple, demanifesting when the couple moves more than thirty centimeters apart.
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Notably, this only occurs for couples of opposite biological sex, regardless of any actual sexual or romantic attraction. Opposite-sex couples who have a purely platonic relationship, are of the same social gender or are legally married are still affected. Couples of the same biological sex (even those engaged in any form of copulation) are never affected.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4650 is to be contained in a standard object containment chamber. The door to the chamber can be unlocked by personnel Class 4 or higher. The key in SCP-4650's back is to remain constantly turned to the 5th setting. In the event that SCP-4650's key is turned or falls out, one D-Class personnel must be sent into the chamber by supervisors to reset the key. No electronic equipment aside from lights and recording devices are to be allowed within a 20-meter radius of SCP-4650. Tests involving SCP-4650 must be approved by personnel Class 4 or higher.
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Description: SCP-4650 appears to be a generic garden gnome, measuring 0.3 m tall. Testing shows that it is composed mostly of clay, with trace amounts of lead. SCP-4650 shows minor signs of age, such as chipped and faded paint on numerous areas of its surface. It possesses a small speaker, a microphone, and a keyhole on its back. The speaker is of poor quality: the gain makes it difficult to comprehend what SCP-4650 is trying to say, especially at higher volumes. Occasionally, the speaker will emit static noise for no reason; this is presumed to be an electronic fault and not an intentional feature. SCP-4650 also seems to be capable of sight, but does not possess any cameras.
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SCP-4650 is sentient and frequently attempts to converse with personnel, which it does using its speaker. It speaks with a heavy Scottish accent and will often insult and shout expletives at personnel, or to express its desire to escape containment. It is easily agitated, and usually refuses to speak about meaningful topics unless given incentive.
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SCP-4650 possesses the ability to fully control all electronics within a 20-meter radius of itself. This phenomenon bypasses any security systems that are in place on targeted electronics. It often uses this ability to annoy or irritate personnel, usually by flickering lights or broadcasting loud noises over nearby speakers. It has yet to use this ability for anything other than practical jokes, but claims it is capable of compromising secure Foundation servers. This has yet to be proven in testing.
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SCP-4650's primary method of control is in the form of a keyhole on its back. The keyhole has five settings that it can be turned to, each affecting SCP-4650 differently. If the key is removed from the hole, it will remain on the current setting for 48 hours before switching back to the 1st setting. Leaving the key in the hole will suspend SCP-4650 in its current state indefinitely.
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SCP-4650 operates normally.
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SCP-4650 is deafened.
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SCP-4650 is muted.
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SCP-4650's electronic ability is disabled.
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SCP-4650 is muted and its electronic ability is disabled. Upon turning the key to this setting, the key cannot be turned for 24 hours.
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Addendum 4650-A: Discovery
+SCP-4650 was discovered next to a gas station pump by Dr. Harold as he was driving to Site-75 on 08/13/16. Upon inspecting the object, he discovered the key in the back of the object inserted into the keyhole, and removed it. Because the key was turned to the 5th setting, Dr. Harold was unaware of its anomalous properties and decided to use it as a decoration for his office. After arriving, Dr. Harold stored the key in his desk and continued with his daily routine. 48 hours later, SCP-4650 reset to its 1st setting while Dr. Harold was working in his office. The following is a video log of the resulting incident.
Log is shot from a security camera in Dr. Harold's office. The camera is positioned above the desk so that the computer screen is visible. Dr. Harold is working at his computer, with headphones on. SCP-4650 is positioned in the opposite corner of the office.
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SCP-4650: Hey you, you with the glasses. Ya mind taking me out of here?
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Dr. Harold: (Momentarily looks up from computer) Did someone say something?
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SCP-4650: Yeah, it was me, down here. Pick me up, so I can talk to you, mate?
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Dr. Harold: Johnny, I know it's you. I've got enough work as it is, so just leave me alone.
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SCP-4650: (Slightly agitated) Listen ya cunt, my name's not Johnny. I'm down here, in the corner. I'm trying to talk to you.
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Dr. Harold continues to work at his computer. He does not look up from the monitor or take off his headphones.
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SCP-4650: (Increasingly agitated) You pick me up and ya take me to this fucking bunker, least you could do is actually put me back at the gas station.
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Dr. Harold: (Takes off headphones, pauses) I could've sworn that just came from the gnome…
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Transcriber's Note: Beyond this point, SCP-4650's speech becomes nearly unrecognizable due to distortion and the volume at which it is speaking. The transcription may not be entirely accurate.
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SCP-4650: (Very agitated) YA FUCKIN WANKSTAIN OF COURSE IT CAME FROM ME WHERE THE FUCK ELSE WOULD IT COME FROM? I'M TRYING TO TALK TO YOU AND THEN YOU CALL ME A GNOME, LIKE IT'S ME FUCKIN FAULT FOR BEING LIKE THIS! I SWEAR I CAN'T EVEN GET- (Indistinguishable)
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SCP-4650's rant continues for some time. Dr. Harold, while watching it, slowly picks up his phone and begins to call for site security. As he is dialing the number, SCP-4650 notices he is holding the phone.
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SCP-4650: OH AND OF COURSE YOU PICK UP THE FUCKIN PHONE RIGHT AS I'M TELLIN YA OUT FOR BEING A CUNT!
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A high-pitched squealing is emits from the receiver of the phone. Dr. Harold drops the receiver in pain covers his ears.
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Dr. Harold: Agh, fuck, my ears!
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SCP-4650: YEAH, IT'S NOT SO FUN WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T FUCKING TALK, IS IT?
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Dr. Harold: Wait, did you just do that?
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SCP-4650: YEAH I FUCKIN DID MATE, AND I'LL DO A LOT MORE IF YOU DON'T TAKE ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMN OFFICE!
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The lights in the office begin to switch on and off repeatedly. The squealing from Dr. Harold's phone increases in volume, and his computer begins to open pornographic links on its own.
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+Dr. Harold: That's it, I'm taking you to security myself.
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SCP-4650: I'D LIKE TO SEE YA TRY, IF I STILL HAD ME FISTS I'D FUCK YOU UP RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. I'LL FIND WHERE YOU LIVE AND KILL YA WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I AM A FUCKING MONSTER-
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Dr. Harold picks up SCP-4650 and carries it to the site security post. The lights in the hallway begin to strobe rapidly as SCP-4650 is carried out of the room. SCP-4650's obscene rant can still be heard broadcasting over the site's PA system after Dr. Harold leaves the camera's view.
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[END LOG]
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Note: After Dr. Harold arrived at security, SCP-4650 was thrown into a containment locker where it continued to shout obscenities and tampered with lights, until Dr. Harold used its key to stop it. SCP-4650's containment chamber and procedures were established shortly after.
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+Addendum 4650-B: Interview
+Some time after its initial containment, an interview was conducted with SCP-4650 with the purpose of gaining some insight to its past. To encourage SCP-4650 to speak calmly with the interviewer, it was offered daily time to converse freely with personnel. The following is an audio log of the interview.
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Dr. Newman: Great. To start off, what's your name?
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SCP-4650: (Pauses) Well… (Sighs) Truth is, I don't really remember me name.
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Dr. Newman: Go on.
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SCP-4650: I don't really remember much about me life, really. I get little bits and pieces, but it's like it was all a dream or something. I know it happened, but I just can't grasp it for me life.
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Dr. Newman: You used to be human?
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SCP-4650: For sure. I don't know too many details, but I still remember having arms and all that.
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Dr. Newman: Is there anything you can remember at from when you were human? Anything detailed at all?
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SCP-4650: I remember my last night as a human. I went out for drinks with me mates at a pub near my flats. I can't really remember their names, or what any of them were like, but I remember going out for drinks.
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Dr. Newman: Go on.
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SCP-4650: I had a little- actually, scratch that, way too much to drink. I couldn't really stand. I remember feeling really down about something, and I just kept on drinking. Me mates managed to carry me back to my flats, but they just left me at the front of the building.
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Dr. Newman: Sounds like some pretty shitty friends.
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SCP-4650: Yeah. I don't remember anything else beyond that, I just blacked out. When I finally woke up, I was in this clay body and this man kept talking to me. Anyways, that's how-
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Dr. Newman: Wait, tell me more about that man. What did he look like?
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SCP-4650: (Slightly Agitated) Him? Since when was this interview about that cunt? I gave you blokes what you wanted, now let me-
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Dr. Newman: SCP-4650, remember that if you refuse to cooperate, your end of the deal will not be held up.
Dr. Newman: As I was saying, can you tell me more about that man? What did he look like?
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SCP-4650: He was a tall guy, 'bout 6 feet. He had a beard, and always wore this ratty looking old-style button up jacket. He was covered in grease, looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks. I couldn't smell him thankfully, because… well… ya know.
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Dr. Newman: What else can you tell me about him?
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SCP-4650: When I woke up and asked where I was, he got real excited and kept saying 'It works, it works!'. I kept asking where I was, or what was going on, but he never answered me. Cunt never even told me his name. After a few minutes he started asking me do to stupid shit, like turning on the lights or changing the station on an old radio. This was when I figured out I could control them.
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Dr. Newman: What did you do next?
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SCP-4650: (Chuckles) I fucking flipped on him. I started cursin' him out, turning the lights on and off real fast, demanding answers and everything. He got angry and told me that I was supposed to listen to him, then he stuck the key in me back. After that I couldn't talk or control the lights anymore.
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Dr. Newman: How long did he keep you for?
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SCP-4650: (Sighs) He kept me in his apartment for about two weeks, the place was falling apart. Every time he let me talk again, I'd start screaming at him and he'd shut me up. It was awful. After a while he took me out in his car, saying something about how I was a failure and he 'needed to start over'. He threw me on the ground at a gas station with the key still in me back. A few hours later, one of your boys found me and brought me in. That's the entire story.
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Dr. Newman: Do you remember where that apartment was?
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SCP-4650: I do, actually. I'm pretty sure it was █████ ████████ Street.
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Dr. Newman: Thank you, this information will be very helpful for our organization.
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SCP-4650: Yeah, it better be.
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Dr. Newman: That concludes this interview. We'll be sure to reward you for your cooperation, as promised. I look forward to speaking with you again.
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(The sound of Dr. Newman standing up from his chair and walking away is heard.)
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SCP-4650: If you catch that wanker, be sure to tell him that I sent ya!
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[END LOG]
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Note: After the interview, as promised, SCP-4650's containment procedures were updated. SCP-4650 was allowed an hour of time every day in which its setting would be changed from the fifth to the fourth, and it could freely converse with researchers. SCP-4650 seems to be more cordial with researchers following the interview, barring Dr. Harold.
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Following SCP-4650's interview, an MTF team was dispatched to the aforementioned apartment building. The building was completely abandoned, as the company owning it had entered bankruptcy. In one of the apartments, a journal was discovered labeled "The Antiquer's Notes: No.14". The book is believed to have belonged to the individual SCP-4650 described. The following is a transcription of it.
Well, it looks like today I'm starting a new project. As is tradition, I'll start documenting my progress in a new notebook. Maybe if this one does well enough, I'll actually be able to get it onto shelves.
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Earlier today, I was at my friend Ralph's house celebrating his birthday, and he had gotten one of those awful Amazon Echoes as a gift from a family member. I'll never fully understand why people buy these things: you're basically bugging your own house, and for what? So you can yell at some robot to turn on your lights, something it'll normally take you 5 seconds to do? Have people really gotten that lazy? I guess it's just another thing on the grievance list of modern technology. All the more reasons for me to continue my work.
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Anyways, I tried explaining to him how awful these things were and how they were such a detriment to society. As usual, he didn't agree with me. He kept talking about how convenient it was, or how it made his day so much easier. I swear, sometimes I question my friendship with that guy. Or maybe I just work best alone, I don't know. At this point I had made up my mind; I would have to show him physical proof. I told him that I could make a better and safer alternative to Echo, one without the awful burdens of modern technology. Ralph is vaguely familiar with my work, so it's not like I was letting out a big secret or anything. He told me to go nuts, so here I am.
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To start, I'll have to chose an appearance for this thing. One of my biggest gripes with big companies these days is how every design has to be minimalist. There's something intriguing about a nice, sophisticated design to me. Having lots of buttons, tons of switches, it makes me feel like I'm holding something special instead of a shiny brick. That said, I can't make this one that complicated, since this is probably going to be displayed in houses or something. I decided to go with a nice, friendly design, since people will want something that feels human. After some consideration, I finally came to a conclusion: what's friendlier than a jolly old garden gnome? I stole one off someone's lawn a few days ago, so it should make a great basis for a prototype. I'll update this notebook as I make progress.
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I've made decent progress on my creation. The gnome was hollow, so there was no need to empty it out. People such as myself will probably want to mute this thing, make it shut up, or anything like that, so I implemented a settings system. It's a key slot on the back of the gnome, which you turn to change settings. It makes you feel like bad-ass, like starting an old sports car only without the engine or the seat or the car and the key fits really loose and you could lose the key Okay, so maybe this key thing wasn't that good of an idea. Well, I already added it on, so I guess I'll have to live with it. I'll just add in a system that makes it reset, in case you lose the key.
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I used the speaker and microphone in a rotary phone I tore apart on this thing. Honestly, modern speakers are overrated. All this buzz about high quality audio in music and communication is awful, it just takes away reasons to listen to live concerts or actually talk to people in person. Besides, people 70 years ago used this speaker for talking all the time, I'm sure it'll be great. I've run into an issue with my work, recently. The Echo has an AI thing inside of it called "Alexa" that controls it. I can't really make that with my work, so I guess I'll have to find a more natural alternative. I'm sure I'll think of something eventually.
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I haven't bathed in weeks. I know it's unhygienic, but I just get so obsessed with my projects. Maybe I could use this gnome to remind me to bathe once it's finished. I've been steadily updating Ralph with my progress, but he doesn't seem too confident that what I'm making will be an efficient replacement for Echo. I guess that's just to be expected in people at this point, but I'm sure that this prototype will blow him out of the water when it's finished. If this turns out good enough, I might even be able to start selling this thing, and finally get my message out to the people. I guess only time will tell.
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I showed Ralph the prototype. He thought it was "interesting", as he put it, but didn't like that it couldn't control his lights and whatnot. I tried to explain how all of that was unnecessary and saved him literally 5 seconds of effort, but I guess that feature is just non-negotiable for him. He just kept on saying, "I need to be able to do this, there's not point to it if I can't." I finally told him that I would implement it, but in a better way. The Echo can only communicate with smart appliances that need a WiFi connection. To that I say fuck WiFi, too many things are dependent on it anyways. My gnome works with any electronic device, and doesn't need any of that shit. Suck my dick, Silicon Valley! This is really coming out to be a revolutionary invention, even for my standards.
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Sometimes, I wonder what today would be like if people in the 20th century could use my inventions. Things were simpler back then, you didn't have to worry about being stalked by big tech companies or getting validated by strangers on social media. The only thing that could've been better was the technology, it just hadn't advanced far enough. If we could've just gone a little bit farther back then, we would've been able to reap the benefits of these new innovations without the burdens they bear on us now. I probably sound like some kind of hipster right now, but whatever.
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Everything is coming together nicely, and I'm nearing completion of my project. The settings system is working perfectly, the speaker and microphone are rigged, and all the lights and radios I've tested it with passed. The only thing I still have to worry about is that entire controller thing I mentioned before. I might've just come up with a solution, though. I'm going to implement it next week, if everything goes according to plan that is. These past two months are about to pay off.
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I messed up. Things did not go the way I expected them to. My plan was to create a copy of someone else's mind and implant it into the gnome, so you could have a fully sentient friend to pass the time with, in addition to an assistant. The issue with this is that I can't exactly do it to myself, and nobody will really want to volunteer to put their mind inside of a gnome. So I drove around looking for drunks to use on Saturday night, and found one passed out in front of some apartments a few miles away. The copying process went perfectly, and the transplant did as well. I had finally finished my creation, and all I had to do was wait for it to wake up.
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When it woke up and started talking, I was ecstatic. I didn't even care what it said, all I cared about was that it worked. After I managed to calm myself down, I tried asking it to turn on the lights, or tune the radio. Instead of doing these things, it decided to betray me. It started screaming at me, turning all the lights on and off, and doing all sorts of destructive shit. I had to turn it off to keep it from drawing attention to my apartment, I can't have anyone else finding out about my work before I'm ready. Every time I try to make this thing behave, it just screams at me more and is completely uncooperative. I chose an awful person to copy, and I can't exactly remove him from the gnome either. I don't know what to do from here.
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I abandoned the gnome. This project was a failure, nothing but a disappointment. I came so close to achieving something great, but was set back by one awful decision. I haven't experienced a setback this great since the last time I tried working with intelligence, I should probably avoid that in the future. The hardware I developed was perfect, despite my failure. Maybe one day I'll be able to return to this project, but I should focus on other things now. I need to get started on my next project as soon as possible.
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I'm about to become homeless. The landlord came up to respond to noise complaints, saw the decrepit the state my apartment was in, and now he's evicting me. He's giving me two days to pack my things and leave. I guess cleaning is another thing I forget to do when working, huh? It's not like this is too big of a loss, though. That shitty apartment complex was about to go under anyways, I was prepared for this. I've already prepared enough food to live on the streets for a month. I'll be able to relocate and continue my work elsewhere, wherever that is. This has been a defeat for me, but I won't let something like this get in the way of accomplishing my goals. Someday, I will change the future for the better.
Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter of SCP-4664’s area of effect is to be heavily guarded by STF-Alpha-15 (”Catch & Release”) piloting armed Foundation vessels. All scientific teams previously stationed on these islands have been relocated and amnestized after experiencing SCP-4664-1. Vessels approaching SCP-4664 are to be intercepted and redirected away from SCP-4664. All attempts to access the Southern Sandwich Islands are to be denied under Cover Story 067 (Endangered Species). All testing involving SCP-4664 is to be done by Containment Site-3T1 located on Leskov Island in order to avoid excessive damage to the surroundings.
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Description: SCP-4664 is a large tentacled creature physically similar to a giant squid that manifests within the waters of the Southern Sandwich Islands. SCP-4664 is significantly larger than other similar species of squid, being approximately 25 meters long. SCP-4664 has an abnormally large amount of appendages, with estimations being between 5,000 and 20,000. All of SCP-4664's appendages end in a facsimile of different oceanic creatures native to the South Sandwich Islands. These appendages are made of a cloth-like material, with their appearance being similar to that of a hand puppet. Documented appendages include an orca whale, a fur seal, a cuttlefish, and a king penguin. SCP-4664 is capable of speech and will speak in the language most familiar to the person it is conversing with.
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SCP-4664 will only manifest when an individual passes through the area of water surrounding the Southern Sandwich Islands. Once an individual has passed through this zone, they will experience a certain dream (designated SCP-4664-1) within the following 4 months. This dream will consist of the subject being aboard a large wooden ship experiencing poor weather conditions. Throughout SCP-4664-1, subjects have reported a feeling of dread, while claiming to see glimpses of one or several large serpentine figures moving through the water. SCP-4664-1 will invariably end with the hull of the boat being destroyed through unknown means, with the subject awaking before they make contact with the water.
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Upon waking from SCP-4664-1, SCP-4664 will manifest within a large body of water nearest to the individual. Upon manifestation, SCP-4664 will make its way towards the individual who experienced SCP-4664-1. SCP-4664 will destroy any structure that separates it and the individual during this manifestation. Once it has reached them, SCP-4664 will instruct the subject to relax, while SCP-4664 creates a small show with its appendages. SCP-4664 will use its appendages as actors, moving them around in a similar manner to a puppet show. During these events, SCP-4664's voice has been found to carry a minor auditory hazard that causes all humans that hear it report feeling relaxed.
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The story that SCP-4664 constructs during these events is believed to be based on the events in SCP-4664-1. In this story, the creatures represented by the appendages neutralized the entity attacking the ship while rescuing the passengers onboard. The show will always conclude with the subject being rescued by the animals and being brought to safety. Once this has concluded, SCP-4664 will easily convince subjects that they will not experience SCP-4664-1 again, and to return to sleep. After the subject returns to sleep, SCP-4664 will begin to take on a translucent appearance, gradually becoming less opaque until it completely demanifests.
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SCP-4664 was discovered on 4/12/89 when a researcher currently stationed on the island experienced SCP-4664-1. The subsequent manifestation of SCP-4664 destroyed the research facility that was currently stationed there, and Foundation officials were informed by an agent among the research team. Further testing discovered the effects and the estimated manifestation area of SCP-4664, and the South Georgia and South Sandwich Islands Marine Protected Area was established as a cover story.
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The following is a transcript of an SCP-4664 manifestation.
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Researcher: Dr. Zwieback
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Subject: D-0849
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Procedure: Subject was instructed to maneuver a small motorized fishing vessel within SCP-4664's area of effect for approximately 3 hours. Armed Foundation vessels were stationed outside of SCP-4664's area to prevent any escape attempts. Subject complied without issue. The subject was later placed into a makeshift research tent containing a twin sized bed. Subject was instructed to sleep on this bed and was monitored. Observation continued for 2 weeks until SCP-4664 manifestation occurred.
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Subject falls asleep.
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(Nothing of note occurs for approximately 2 hours)
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Subject abruptly sits up in the bed sweating profusely.
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Subject: Wh-what the fuck was that?
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Dr. Zwieback: Relax D-0849, it was just a dream. You’re awake now. We just need you to do some more things for us.
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Subject: N-no dude, that wasn’t a dream. That was real… too… too damn real to be a dream.
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Junior Researcher Thompson informs Dr. Zwieback that SCP-4664 has manifested.
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Dr. Zwieback: D-0849, please calm down. The testing isn’t finished yet.
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Subject: No way I’m going back to sleep if that's what you want dude. I-I don’t think I’ll be sleeping for a long ass ti-
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SCP-4664 violently removes the research tent from the ground, snapping multiple support poles in the process.
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SCP-4664: Hey buddy! I hear you’ve been scared by that old nasty thing in the water, huh? Real big meany that guy is.
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Subject stares at SCP-4664 in apparent shock and confusion.
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Subject: The fuck is happening right now?
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SCP-4664: I’ve got an idea. Why don’t I help you fall back asleep, huh? I’ll make you feel better!
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Subject: Y-yeah, that’d be, uh, be good.
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Subject pulls his legs into a crossed position above the blankets of the bed.
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SCP-4664 places two appendages in front of itself. The ends of the appendages resemble a fur seal and a walrus. The entity begins turning these appendages left and right, simulation the animals doing tricks.
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SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Woohoo! Hahaha! Wheee!
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SCP-4664 begins to add more appendages into the scene. Three more appendages are added to the original two, resembling a narwhal, a starry ray, and a flatfish. Another appendage resembling a wooden ship is moved slowly from the upper left of the other appendages to the upper right.
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SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Yay! Hahaha! Woohoo!
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SCP-4664: Oh look! More friends to play with!
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SCP-4664 points all appendages to be facing towards the ship appendage.
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Note: Throughout this display, the subject is observed making noises such as “Ooooh”, “aaaah”, and “wow” similarly to that of a child.
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SCP-4664 then proceeds to move an appendage that appears similar to that of a circular yellow mass with several tentacle-like structures protruding from it. SCP-4664 begins to slam the appendage resembling the vessel against the yellow appendage while making impact sounds.
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SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Oh no! Looks like that meanie pants is hurting our new friends!
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Shocked reaction from subject.
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SCP-4664: We need to help them! Quickly!
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SCP-4664 proceeds to move the boat appendage and the yellow appendage towards the other appendages. SCP-4664 then proceeds to crash its appendages into each other while making noises similar to that of fighting.
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SCP-4664: Bam! Crash! Slam! Punch!
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Subject begins cheering enthusiastically.
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SCP-4664 proceeds to slam the yellow appendage into the ground while also begins slowly moving the boat-shaped appendage downwards.
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SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Oh no! We need to save our new friends!
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SCP-4664 produces an appendage that appears to be a simple outline of a humanoid figure. It puts this new appendage on the top of other appendages to appear as if the humanoid is riding the other creatures.
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SCP-4664: Yay! The meanie is gone! Now we can have more fun!
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SCP-4664 proceeds to continue rotating its appendages, now also rotating the humanoid appendage.
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SCP-4664: See? Isn’t that better?
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Subject nods enthusiastically.
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SCP-4664: Now, I think it’s past your bedtime. You need to get lots of rest for your biiiiiig day tomorrow.
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Subject nods once more.
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SCP-4664: It’s time for bed now. Goodnight buddy.
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Subject returns to the bed. SCP-4664 begins to demanifest.
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SCP-4664: Sweet dreams.
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SCP-4664 completely demanifests.
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A portion of the shipwreck located near SCP-4664.
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Addendum: On 10/2/08, part of a previously undiscovered shipwreck was located off the coast of Leskov Island. A portion of the ship was recovered by Foundation specialists and inspected for any relation to SCP-4664. The ship appears to have no distinct markings or any indications of its origin. It appears to have been breached through the hull multiple times as well as the entirety of the keel having been torn off. Chemical analysis of the wreckage has found traces of a corrosive black substance on breached areas of the ship. Further research into any relationship between the vessel and SCP-4664 is currently ongoing.
On 10/14/██, Junior Researcher Stephanie Everetts was tasked in attempting to interview SCP-4664 after showing unprecedented resistance to SCP-4664's auditory hazard. The following is a transcript of the interview.
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Procedures: Everetts was given a motorized fishing vessel and instructed to enter and stay within SCP-4664's area of effect for approximately 3 hours. Everetts was then to sleep within a makeshift research tent containing a twin-sized bed. Everetts was monitored during this time for approximately 2 months until SCP-4664 manifestation occurred.
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Everetts enters REM sleep.
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(Nothing of note occurs for approximately 4 hours.)
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Everetts sits up in bed breathing heavily.
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Everetts: Fuck… real great job that preparation did. Those D-Class are right, it does seem real… damn…
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Dr. Zwieback: Everetts, please keep it professional.
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Everetts: Yea, yea. I… (Exhales) just need to catch my breath.
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Junior Researcher Thompson informs Dr. Zwieback of SCP-4664's manifestation.
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Dr. Zwieback: Everetts, prepare yourself. Remember to keep the questions to the point. We don’t know how long SCP-4664 will cooperate when you aren’t listening to its story.
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Everetts: I know, keep it simple. Got it.
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SCP-4664 proceeds to tear the makeshift tent open, rendering it useless.
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SCP-4664: Hey there friend! Did you have a nightmare? Why don’t we put a smile on that face of yours?
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Everetts: SCP-4664, I’m not here to listen to your story. I need to ask you some questions.
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SCP-4664: W-woah friend. A-aren’t you scared? Don’t you need to be calmed down?
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Everetts: We know you aren’t being entirely truthful with us. How did that boat sink?
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SCP-4664: Um, a-alright. Look, i-it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do that. I-I didn’t hurt those people… I-
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Everetts: I’m not saying that you hurt those people. You don’t seem like you would want to harm people, right?
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SCP-4664: U-uhuh.
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Everetts: But we need to know who hurt those people so we can make sure they don’t hurt anyone else.
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SCP-4664 remains silent.
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Everetts: SC-
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SCP-4664: My… my brother. My brother hurt them.
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Everetts: Tell me what happened.
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SCP-4664: Uh, o-okay. S-so my brother. He… he used to be here.
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Everetts: What do you mean by here? These islands or-
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SCP-4664: No. T-the big place. The big cold place near here.
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Everetts: Ok, can you tell me more about your brother?
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SCP-4664 A-alright. So, um, so my brother. He didn’t like to make people happy like me. He was, uh, strong when he made people scared. He… he used to scare me too…
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SCP-4664 pauses.
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SCP-4664: B-but my dad didn’t like my brother. Dad thought he was mean too. So h-he put him in the cold place so nobody would find him. He put him there because no one wanted to go there. But… but dad was wrong. People came too close. They came too close to him. There… there was a big storm. The people couldn’t go home in time.
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Everetts: What happened to the ship?
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SCP-4664: My brother… he… he got to them first. Tore up their boat. He got most of them. I… I don't even know if any of them drowned before… before my brother got them.
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Everetts: Can you tell us what happened to your brother?
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SCP-4664: W-well, my dad didn’t like that my brother was hurting people again. I-I think they had a fight, but I didn’t see because… because I was scared. I didn’t want to see either of them get hurt. My… my dad, he put my brother inside.
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Everetts: Inside of where? Was he put back into the cold place?
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SCP-4664: N-no. He was put inside the… the ground. Inside the world. He put him deep down so people couldn’t be afraid of him. But… but my brother didn’t take all of the fear from that ship. When… when my dad put him away, he left the fear here. Other emotions go away. Fear, i-it doesn’t leave. So I want to make sure people don’t get scared anymore.
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Everetts: Do you know where exactly your brother is?
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SCP-4664: N-no, I don’t. I don’t want to know either. I don’t want anyone to find him.
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Everetts: Thank you for your cooperation SCP-4664. We’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt anyone else.
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SCP-4664: Uh, o-okay. T-thank you friend.
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SCP-4664 demanifests.
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Further research into the origin of SCP-4664 and the entity that is referred to by SCP-4664 as its brother are considered a Class-B priority. The usage of sonar equipment in searching for this entity is currently pending approval.
Filename: Islands.png
+Name: South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands in United Kingdom
+Author:TUBS
+License: CC BY-SA 3.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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+Name: SS Nornen wreck
+Author: N/A
+License: Public Domain
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
SCP-4767's current logo, constructed from subject testimony. The Latin inscription roughly translates to "Please Wear Pants".
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Item #: SCP-4767
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Object Class: Euclid
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Special Containment Procedures: Non-Foundation dream studies are to be monitored. Any that deal with school-related dreams are to be shut down where possible, or otherwise are to be fed false information that will lead them away from the existence of SCP-4767.
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Description: SCP-4767 is an anomalous university existing in the shared unconscious states of a small percentage of the human population.
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SCP-4767 was discovered during a Foundation-led study into common dream patterns. While logging information about school-related dreams and nightmares it was noted that a statistically-significant number of subjects had consistent descriptions of the size, faculty, surrounding environment, and specific architectural details of their setting. The similarity of these descriptions among subjects was too high to be disregarded as coincidental; however, they matched no known institute of learning. Further investigation revealed the existence of SCP-4767, known on-campus as “Dream State University” or “DSU”.
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Affected subjects describe SCP-4767 as a mid-size college campus with Gothic and neoclassical architectural styles, surrounded by woodlands. Subjects routinely describe the layout of SCP-4767 as “confusing” and “labyrinthine”, reporting difficulty in remembering and finding the location of their classrooms; Foundation researchers have managed to put together a functional map of SCP-4767 based on these descriptions which indicates that every discipline's classrooms are spread seemingly-randomly across all buildings instead of located within one or two. Subjects additionally report severe confusion about class scheduling and exceedingly-difficult examinations, the two issues often compounding when they realize that they are required to take a test for a class they were unaware they were rostered for. Analysis of the contents of these tests reveals they routinely pertain to facts currently unknown to any human, such as but not limited to:
Analyze the main themes and character motivations in Act II of William Shakespeare's Cardenio.2
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What is the identity and purpose of dark matter? Who created it?3
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Why does entropy increase over time? Under what conditions does entropy reset?4
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Approximately 1% of the human population report dreams of SCP-4767. The majority of affected individuals score significantly higher on mental aptitude tests than baseline averages, but no other known correlation between subjects exists.
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Addendum 4767-a: Interview Log, 01/21/2018
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Members of MTF Omicron Rho (The Dream Team), using a combination of lucid dreaming techniques and sleep-inducing drugs, were tasked with infiltrating and investigating SCP-4767. Abortive first-contact attempts revealed that direct queries resulted in the faculty of SCP-4767 informing agents that “non-students are not permitted on-campus”, followed by SCP-4767 demanifesting.
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On 01/21/2018, Agent Sandoval – who had reported dreams of SCP-4767 prior to selection for the task force – was able to access SCP-4767 by identifying herself as a student. After locating the administration building, Agent Sandoval was repeatedly referred to a vast number of bureaucratic employees until she was finally referred to one who identified itself as “Collegiate Counselor Zaxxon-3”, hereafter referred to as SCP-4767-1. Agent Sandoval reports that SCP-4767-1's visual appearance is that of a middle-aged Caucasian male with grey, thinning hair and the face of her seventh-grade English teacher. The following interview details are self-reported by Agent Sandoval.
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SCP-4767-1: Great, just wanted to make sure I had your records here while we chat.
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Sandoval: It's not that uncommon of a name, how-
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SCP-4767-1: Human, age 25, daughter of Tamara and Rodrigo Sandoval, favorite color sky-blue, once [REDACTED] on stage in front of your kindergarten class?
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Sandoval: Yeah, that's… uh, that's me, and – wait, did you say “human”? Are you not human?
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SCP-4767-1: Ha! Good one. Now, jokes aside, what can I help you with today?
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Sandoval: Uh, well, I guess I was wondering what I'm doing here.
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SCP-4767-1: Having second thoughts on your major, huh? No worries, happens all the time, have you considered perhaps attending one of our-
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Sandoval: No, I mean, why do I come here while sleeping? Why does this place exist?
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SCP-4767-1: You're not serious, are you?
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SCP-4767-1: You are serious. Looks like someone fell awake during Narco-orientation. This, uh, this really isn't my job, but if I'm being honest this is really the first time I've seen you take initiative in about a hundred years or so, so I'm just happy that you're finally showing an interest. Look, let me make this simple: Why do you sleep?
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Sandoval: To reduce strain on my muscles and prevent over-exertion?
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SCP-4767-1: No, that's why you rest. Why do you, you know, turn off your conscious mind and lapse into a state of unconsciousness?
SCP-4767-1: I – wow, that's – I cannot believe… I mean, it's just typical. You don't go to class, you flunk all your tests, and then there's the thing with the pants – I mean, it's not like we care about pants, we didn't even really register them as a concept before you came along, but the level of implied insult in your own culture is astonishing, and you keep doing it! For years and years! And now you want to come here and complain you don't know what's going on? I mean, really.
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Sandoval: I first dreamed of this place a couple months ago, I think you're confusing me-
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SCP-4767-1: Oh god, you're another one of those “individual consciousness” people, too. It's just a phase, I've seen it before, Professor Rabonok's Neurophysical Expansion 117 class should clear that right up for you – well, if you ever actually turn up. We keep admitting different parts of you and it just winds up the same, I don't give up on any student but you're really not making it easy. Just study more and try to keep your eyes shut, please.
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Sandoval: I have to ask, if I'm such a difficult student then why do you keep admitting different… parts of me?
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SCP-4767-1: Well, I mean, it was pointed out a century ago that humans were under-represented among the sapiences with higher learning and I definitely agree that there's a bootstrapping problem, I mean, you can't just expect a sapience-class to develop it out of nowhere, so…
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Sandoval: I'm sorry, are you saying I'm here because of affirmative action?
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SCP-4767-1: Well, we do take sapience-class into consideration during the admission process, but it's only one factor. I can't really talk about the details but I'm sure it doesn't just come down to that. I, uh, hmm, let's keep this conversation between us, shall we? Was there anything else I could help you with?
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Sandoval: There is, actually: How am I paying for all of this?
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SCP-4767-1: Well, you were probably auto-enrolled in one of our student loan programs upon admittance, they're really quite reasonable and – all right, now, this is exactly what I was talking about, come on.
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Sandoval: What?
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SCP-4767-1: You're falling awake right here! You can barely keep your eyes shut, can you?
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Sandoval: I'm sorry, I'm not trying to-
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SCP-4767-1: I don't think it's unreasonable to just ask you to try a little harder, I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to help and…
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SCP-4767 demanifests as Agent Sandoval awakens.
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Addendum 4767-b: Formal request for additional study
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Date: 02/01/2018
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From: Agent Lauren Sandoval
+To: Site Director Colin Barkin
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Request ID: A86DN975DNSK
+Request details: To be kept unconscious in a medically-induced coma for four years in order to investigate effects of graduating from SCP-4767
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Date: 02/09/2018
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From: Site Director Colin Barkin
+To: Agent Lauren Sandoval
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Request ID: A86DN975DNSK
+Status: DENIED
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Response details: The faculty had severe difficulty distinguishing between you and the tens of millions of humans we know to be affected by SCP-4767. The Foundation is not interested in finding out what happens when one affected subject graduates and the as-yet-unknown student loan debt becomes due.
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Date: 02/09/2018
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From: Agent Lauren Sandoval
+To: Site Director Colin Barkin
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Subject: Re: Request A86DN975DNSK
+Correspondence: But what happens if we flunk out?
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4826 has been placed on suicide watch upon its recovery by the Foundation. To better accommodate this, SCP-4826 is kept in Humanoid Cell 2208.
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Description: SCP-4826 is 31-year-old Ethan Elra, a male substitute teacher from La Crosse, Wisconsin. SCP-4826 is unable to die, although this has only been supported by evidence found during recovery and has yet to be confirmed by direct observation. Confirmation testing has been scheduled for June 17th, 2019.
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SCP-4826 was recovered by implanted Foundation agents in local law enforcement on June 12th, 2019, after three calls from apartment residents claiming to have heard multiple gunshots from SCP-4826's apartment. Upon arrival, it was reported that the room SCP-4826 was found in had flesh and viscera on the furniture, floor, and walls.1 SCP-4826 had been sitting against a wall with a gun nearby and a knife lodged in its chest.
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Examination of SCP-4826 shows evidence of multiple bullet wounds, stab wounds, and incisions in various parts of its body in the form of scar tissue. SCP-4826 claims that the scars are new and confirmed that they had been self-inflicted before discovery.
Purpose: To confirm the anomaly present in SCP-4826.
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Procedure: Apply lethal injection of potassium chloride, conducted by Dr. Alan Danica with Dr. Madison Tell witnessing.
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Results: SCP-4826 initially struggled, exhibiting distress at the sight of the syringe and verbally expressing a fear of needles. Restraints were adjusted and the procedure was conducted normally.
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After successful application, SCP-4826 was unresponsive for five hours.
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As SCP-4826 did not willingly comply to confirmation testing, the current supported theory is that SCP-4826 was immune to suicide. Neutralized classification is currently pending.
SCP-4997: Cauldros
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+Author:ItsDenali and thanks to ImtheStarman and keyii for review help.
+Image Credit: The graphic and photo are homemade. Relevant information gathered from Wikipedia, NOAA, and Yellowstone Nat. Park Observatory websites, and this graphic (CC 3.0 Unported) was my primary reference for the hotspot map.
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Huge thanks to pingd for translating this page into Chinese, you can read it here!
An outpost of Provisional Site-72, tasked with monitoring and reporting unusual seismic activity in the Madison Junction area of Yellowstone National Park.
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Special Containment Procedures: At present, direct containment of SCP-4997 is not possible. Secondary containment methods are limited to studying SCP-4997 to gain a better understanding of its behavior and the development of methods to control or neutralize it. Research is to be conducted primarily at Provisional Site-72, at Yellowstone National Park. Because the caldera is situated in a U.S. National Park, no realistic way of keeping civilians out of the area without arousing suspicion is possible; to compensate, civilian activity within the caldera is to be monitored and acted upon as necessary. Although only the Foundation and a select few GoIs possess technology capable of detecting SCP-4997 in its current position, any information indicating a third-party discovery of it is to be suppressed and its source investigated.
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Neutralization of SCP-4997 is of extreme priority due to its potential to cause catastrophic damage to the geological integrity of the Yellowstone Caldera, a worldwide economic depression, and an ßK-Class "Lifted Veil"1 scenario. Authorization from the O5 Council for neutralization via anomalous means is pending has been approved.
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In the event that SCP-4997 successfully breaches the Earth's crust at its current location, all personnel and civilians within 100 kilometers of the point of exit, thereafter designated Point-Γ, will be considered lost. Point-Γ and the affected area surrounding it, designated Area Φ, is to be sealed off from as much outside attention as possible through any means necessary. Once SCP-4997 has emerged, all Foundation assets within 200 kilometers of Area Φ are to be utilized to neutralize the subject.2 Should these efforts fail, all Foundation personnel worldwide are to prepare for an ßK-Class "Lifted Veil" scenario.
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SCP-4997's historical breaching locations and volcanically-affected areas.
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Description: SCP-4997 is a massive organism currently located somewhere in the magma chambers beneath the Yellowstone caldera in Wyoming, USA. Likely resembling a large reptilian, estimates put its size anywhere between 15 to 30 kilometers long by 3 kilometers wide. Additional data suggests SCP-4997 possesses at least 300 limbs along its body that would theoretically enable terrestrial locomotion if on land. SCP-4997 is thought to be roughly 16 million years old and to have primarily resided somewhere between the crust and asthenosphere underneath the North American tectonic plate near the border of Idaho and Wyoming for all of its known history.
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Judging from the geological record of the Snake River Plane, SCP-4997 is believed to undergo a semi-regular cycle of dormancy and activity, typically "sleeping" until awakening during so-called "breaching" events every few million years. During these events, SCP-4997 will breach the Earth's crust, causing catastrophic localized damage to the area before later returning to the Earth's interior; these breaches generate drastically increased volcanic activity in the surrounding areas. New breaches have always occurred within 200 kilometers of the previous emergence point, and SCP-4997 is not thought to have ever emerged from a previously breached site.
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Foundation biologists believe this behavior to be feeding-oriented, however the collective flora and fauna surrounding historical emergence points should not be even remotely enough food to sustain an organism of this size. Additional theories claim it may be photosynthetic or feed off of some other resource absent underground. Investigations into SCP-4997's motivation for breaching are underway due to their potential applications for neutralization.
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+Discovery: SCP-4997 was first discovered on 9/12/16 by Foundation personnel planted at the Yellowstone Research Center who had augmented the Center's research equipment with Foundation technology to attempt to detect an unrelated anomaly, which was at the time believed to be hiding underground somewhere nearby. The agents noticed unusual readings in the magma chambers beneath the Park and pursued further study which confirmed the existence of what is now designated SCP-4997. Provisional Site-72 was erected in the Park to further the study of SCP-4997 the following year.
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In the summer of 2017 a Site researcher proposed SCP-4997's breaching behavior, citing the geologic record of the Snake River Plane in a paper to the Site Director, Dr. Jaskes. Further investigation into the proposal using [DATA REDACTED DUE TO INSUFFICIENT SECURITY CLEARANCE] confirmed with 98.76% accuracy that the researcher was correct in her inquiry.3 Following this discovery, the Site's primary objective was changed to focus on the neutralization of SCP-4997.
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+SCP-4997 Historical Activity Log:
Ensuing eruption terminates surface life within a 160km radius. Unusually high, possibly anomalous amounts of silicate-rich, rhyolitic magma detected in pyroclastic flow beds.
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15-13 MYA
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Twin Falls Caldera
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Very similar to the Bruneau-Jarbridge eruption, in addition to fine ashfall spreading to distances greater than 1,000 kilometers away.
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12-10 MYA
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Hagerman Caldera
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Occurred within an extremely short time of the occurrence of the Picabo Caldera, which would be formed soon after; motivation for SCP-4997’s apparent early breaching remains unknown.
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12-8 MYA
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Picabo Caldera
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Occurred within an extremely short time of the formation of the Hagerman Caldera; motivation for SCP-4997’s apparent early breaching remains unknown.
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10-8 MYA
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Heise Caldera
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Occurred much earlier than anticipated based on previous breaching patterns. Could indicate an acceleration of time between dormant and active periods.
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6-4 MYA
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Yellowstone Plateau
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The most recent breaching event to date. Taking the possible breaching pattern’s acceleration and recent geological activity into consideration, SCP-4997 could breach within the next 50 years.
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2.1-0.6 MYA
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+Addendum 4997-A: 8/3/18 marked the beginning of a gradual increase in the intensity and frequency of seismological activity in the vicinity of the Yellowstone Caldera. Taking the historical rate at which SCP-4997 has emerged into account, it can be inferred that SCP-4997's current dormant period is ending and SCP-4997 could be preparing to breach. It is unknown when exactly it will occur, but according to additional research it could be as soon as 2025.
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It’s almost funny. At first the researchers all marveled about how “amazing,” and “incredible,” this discovery was, and admittedly I felt the same for the first while. A massive lava-creature had been sleeping beneath our very feet for god knows how long and we had no idea for the longest time; rather Lovecraftian, although it’s not like we haven’t dealt with things like that before. We theorized about its cell structure, how it reproduced if it indeed could, and how a species even began to develop down there. It was a whole new frontier for biology, “asthenobiology,” I think one of my colleagues referred to it as.
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Once our awe had faded, reality set in and we began to realize the magnitude of what we had discovered. Have you ever read of the Toba supereruption that happened tens of thousands of years back? It almost wiped humanity from the face of the Earth. Yellowstone could be similar. It’s no secret that the Yellowstone caldera has always had an air of impending yet admittedly majestic doom about it. You can pick up any tabloid newspaper nowadays and odds are you will see some article about how Yellowstone is “about to erupt,” and “we’re all doomed.” Anywhere you look about Yellowstone there’s some guide or video about how its eruption will plunge the world into a massive winter, people will starve, airplanes won’t work, yada, yada. So, we set out to find a way to neutralize this amazing creature, as rich in scientific potential as it was.
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Then we found the second one, and the third, and the fourth. By the time we noticed the triplets sleeping beneath Mount Vesuvius we realized the Foundation had a bigger problem on its hands; these things weren't just at our front door, they were all over the whole proverbial neighborhood; Ethiopia, Sitkin, even Cleveland5; we had just never seen anything out of place, and why would we? Between the deadly, inexplicable, and simply bizarre things the Foundation already has to deal with on a daily basis here on the surface, the idea of having to deal with something of this magnitude from below seemed far from favorable.
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Soon enough we began to connect the dots and marveled at our own blindness. These creatures, these embodiments of ancientry itself, you could say, have been wreaking untold havoc for longer than we can imagine. To make matters worse, the geological record revealed something even more terrifying; many of them are overdue. These behemoths can practically eat mountain ranges for breakfast and there are untold hordes of them waking up on our doorstep, like lit fuses running short. So how long do we have before those fuses run out?
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I digress. You know the mantra, “we die in the dark, so you may live in the light," but sooner or later one of these behemoths will breach, and when that happens we won’t be able to stop it, and that "light" might go out forever.
SCP-5160, without hat, during photo session with the "Grandmother Sheep" charity logo designer.
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Item #: SCP-5160
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Object Class: Keter
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Special Containment Procedures: When physically in Foundation custody, SCP-5160 is to be housed in a medium-sized, camera-monitored livestock enclosure at Site-17. Standard food and custodial amenities are to be provided. Light grooming is to take place once monthly.
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SCP-5160 has been fitted with a custom-designed decorative tracking collar, to allow for the Foundation to identify locations at which it manifests. Should SCP-5160 be confirmed to have manifested near a public school, Foundation agents are to enter the premises under the guise of retrieving a fundraising charity mascot, and escort the entity away from the campus. Children are permitted to interact with SCP-5160 during the escorting process so long as low-dose amnestics are administered afterward. Should SCP-5160 disappear and re-manifest in its typical enclosure, no action is to be taken.
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Any overtly anomalous instances of SCP-5160-1 produced by SCP-5160 are to be confiscated and kept in Foundation custody at the nearest Foundation Site, with a non-anomalous replacement provided to the original recipient. Currently, there are 27 such items in storage; these instances may be used for experimentation by any researcher with Level-3 or higher clearance. Instances of SCP-5160-1 that do not exhibit any noticeable anomalies may be retained by the individual whom originally received the instance from SCP-5160. Followup investigations may proceed as necessary.
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A Foundation cover company named "Grandmother Sheep" (with the image of SCP-5160 used as its mascot) has been established as a disinformation initiative to deter civilian investigation of SCP-5160. The company is to function as a nonprofit charity dedicated to providing clothing, specifically handmade woolen items, to schoolchildren of low-income households.
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A full-time team of five Foundation agents is to maintain the Grandmother Sheep cover company's documentation and handle donations and distribution. The team is also to facilitate regular public appearances of non-anomalous SCP-5160 lookalikes for mascot "meet-and-greet" events. D-Class personnel with positive behavioral records may be recruited to assist with these tasks; paid leave will be granted to skilled Foundation researchers willing to host group knitting sessions for these individuals.
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Description: SCP-5160 is a small female Ouessant sheep (Ovis aries), which wears1 a pointed "witch hat" adorned with a purple ribbon and bow. SCP-5160 has the appearance of a non-anomalous geriatric sheep, but has not shown evidence of further aging. When approached by a human, SCP-5160 will anomalously release aromas considered by the individual to be comforting and pleasant.
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Should SCP-5160 be observed continuously, observers will note that it gradually takes on visible qualities reminiscent of their grandmothers, including hairstyles, accessories (glasses, jewelry, hair curlers, etc.) and clothing (aprons, knitwear). These visual anomalies are unique to the observer.
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Approximately once a week, SCP-5160 has been observed to vanish in a cloud of colored smoke and re-manifest in a housing area2 occupied by low-income families. SCP-5160 will then seek out a public gathering space and wait to be approached. Children (individuals under 18 years of age) who speak to SCP-5160 will be offered an article of woolen clothing, produced from SCP-5160's hat.3 These items (designated SCP-5160-1) have been found to possess minor anomalous properties, thus far demonstrated to manifest solely for the recipient. A partial list of SCP-5160-1 instances allowed to remain with their recipients is as follows:
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Black Mittens
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Provides a subtle "heating" effect, presumably to keep hands warm. Stated that "it feels like someone is holding my hand."
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██████, Samuel. Was often placed in free afterschool programs due to parents working fulltime. Frequently did not return home until very late.
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Light Grey Beanie
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(Self-reported) "Thinking cap whispered and helped [me] remember more things."
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███, Gabe. Was previously teased for losing items and quickly forgetting names of classmates.
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Salmon Pink Sweater
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Raised confidence, slightly improved overall body strength. Subject stated that they "feel like someone is cheering for me."
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██████, Layna. Frequently sat out of sports and outside activities, cited fear of being hurt or "being the worst on the team".
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Black Scarf
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(Self-reported) "When I wear the scarf, I have an easier time thinking of funny things and I can make people laugh easily-er."
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█████████, Esmerelda. Noted to be timid and had difficulty making friends during lower-grade elementary years.
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White Socks
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(Self-reported) "I feel more comfortable when I wear the socks while studying. When I focus on the feel of the wool on my feet, I get distracted less often."
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███, Hiroshi. First-generation college student, graduated high school early on a full scholarship.
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White Mittens
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(Self-reported) "When I look at the mittens, I see patterns in the wool that remind me of happy things, like clouds and ice cream and my favorite blanket from when I was little."
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██████, Garyl. Child history seems unremarkable; mother was noted to have suffered severe postpartum depression.
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Addendum SCP-5160-1: SCP-5160 first attracted Foundation attention when many elementary schools within the same region of France reported a singular "lost sheep with a fancy hat" roaming campuses and evading capture. After months of surveillance, Foundation agents were eventually able to intercept SCP-5160 at ████████ Primary School, in North Yorkshire, England.
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Containment specialists dispatched to the location reported that upon their arrival, SCP-5160 appeared to half of the team4 as 5-meter tall versions of their maternal grandmothers. Additional assistance was called in and SCP-5160 was transported to the nearest Foundation site with no incident.
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Initial housing of SCP-5160 proved difficult, as it would repeatedly demanifest for long periods of time, only to reappear in various other rooms in the facility. Research personnel were able to lure SCP-5160 back to its usual enclosure using fresh fruits and other treats. However, after SCP-5160 had manifested in the site's break room, it was discovered that it had a fondness for reading knitting magazines. Upon being provided with several monthly subscriptions (and a basket to keep old issues in), SCP-5160 was persuaded to remain in its enclosure for extended periods of time.
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Over the course of the next few months, Foundation personnel attempted to communicate with SCP-5160, who consistently would only respond5 to binary ("yes/no") questions, and would only acknowledge three questions per day, if addressed as "grandma" or variations on the title. A tentative agreement was established: in exchange for SCP-5160's compliance, the Foundation would found a charity in its image, devoting a certain annual portion of the site's budget to said charity. SCP-5160 was to be given the final say in any publicity decisions, including the design of the charity logo.
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Addendum SCP-5160-2: Roughly three months after the founding of the Grandmother Sheep charity, undercover Foundation agents began receiving letters and artwork from children who received items through the organization. Dr. ████ █████ (the lead containment specialist on the SCP-5160 project) suggested that rather than storing the documents in the archives, they instead be kept in the interior portion of SCP-5160's enclosure. A large bulletin board was added to the containment area to allow SCP-5160 to display its favorite6 letters and drawings.
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Shortly after this change was made, SCP-5160 presented Dr. ████ █████ with a pair of woolen socks, presumably for Dr. █████'s toddler daughter. Thus far, the only observed anomalous effects involve the socks playing gentle, low-volume piano music when worn during evening and nighttime.7 Close inspection of the objects revealed small text embroidered into the inner lining of each sock, reading "Grandma believes in you."
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As of currently, Dr. █████ has been given provisional custody of the item.
Special Containment Procedures: CCTV and Satellite footage is to be monitored in an attempt to detect SCP-5192 instances. If an instance is detected, it is to be disarmed via a weighted mannequin being thrown through the store door. If this does not trigger SCP-5192's activation, a single D-class worker is to be deployed into the instance.
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Footage from Addendum 001 is currently being cross-referenced against missing persons databases. For confirmed matches, forged corpses and cover stories are to be produced, with the former positioned for discovery by local law enforcement.
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Description: SCP-5192 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting abandoned commercial stores globally. On occurrence, SCP-5192 will displace the current interior of the store and replace it with an empty interior, with the walls, ceiling, and flooring constructed out of an unidentified metal.
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The storefront will also be affected. The title of the store will change, or a name placard will appear if not already present, ostensibly offering implausible products and services; examples include "FREE MANSHUN FOR U" and "WE GIV U GOLD 4 3". The title of the store will be written in the local area's predominant language, and frequently includes errors relating to syntax, spelling, and grammar.
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Upon a person, or group of persons, entering an SCP-5192 instance, the anomaly will activate. A metal shutter will fall over the shop front, and those trapped within will be transported to an extradimensional location (Plane 5192-α). After a short duration of time, ranging between 2 and 8 minutes, the shutter will reopen autonomously, and the store's original interior will have been restored.
Foreword: An instance of SCP-5192 was detected in Boston, Massachusetts, United States. A team was dispatched to investigate, including D-1891. The D-class was equipped with an ocular camera implant, and was instructed to enter the store to investigate.
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D-1891 stands before the SCP-5192 instance. The sign outside reads "ERAZ YUR DEBTS". The windows are boarded, but a sign hung on the door reads "OPEN".
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D-1891: Okay, I'm heading inside now.
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(D-1891 enters the store. It is abandoned, save for a wooden table at the back of the room, upon which rests a white, organic material.)
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(The walls, ceiling, and mesh flooring are comprised of what appears to be a rusted metal. D-1891 looks down at the mesh floor they are stood upon. Only darkness can be seen below it. They look back up, and walk to the table. At closer distance, the organic material is identifiable as a mass of salted herring.)
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D-1891: Err… hello? Is anyone there?
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(Without warning, a metal shutter slams shut over the storefront, sealing off the door and windows.)
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D-1891: Oh no.
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(The entire room suddenly begins to fall downwards at speed. Approximately 5 seconds into this process, water begins to flood into the room through the floor. D-1891 attempts to avoid the liquid by climbing on top of the table. These attempts are soon thwarted, as gravity within the room inverts, sending D-1891, the table, and the water crashing onto the roof-turned-floor. The room is soon completely submerged.)
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(D-1891 begins to struggle for breath, as the darkness above slowly grows lighter. He gasps for air, and inhales a mouthful of water, clutching at his throat.)
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(Suddenly, the crate emerges from the water, and the liquid is drained out as it is shaken from side to side. The shadow of a large, unseen entity can be seen through the mesh of the ceiling, holding the crate.)
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[Unidentified]: Let's see what we got 'ere then…
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(The ceiling of the crate is revealed to be a lid, which the entity removes, revealing their form. Looming above D-1891 stands a crustacean entity resembling a gigantic Maine lobster1, hereafter designated SCP-5192-1.)
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SCP-5192-1: Wahey, we've got a live one!
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(D-1891 begins to scream. A second entity, SCP-5192-2, moves into frame. In the background of the shot, a mast and equipment visible indicate D-1891 is now located on a form of fishing boat - the sound of the ocean tide hitting the boat can be heard. Their implanted geolocator has ceased functioning.)
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A specimen of Homarus americanus, which SCP-5192-1 and -2 resemble, being prepared for consumption, by staff in the O5 kitchen.
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SCP-5192-2: Blimey, this one's a talker ain't it?
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(As D-1891 looks up at the entities, the sky above can be seen. Despite the bright daylight, two fluorescent green moons can be seen, along with as-yet-unidentified star constellations).
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D-1891: Oh please don't hurt me, I'll do whatever you want, oh Christ, please listen to me, I'll do whatever I promise, just-
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SCP-5192-1: Ever wonder what they're sayin'?
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SCP-5192-2: Nope.
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SCP-5192-1: Ha! Me neither, throw it in the pile.
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(5192-2 reaches into the metal crate, and picks up D-1891 with its right claw. D-1891 flails in an attempt to break free, striking the entity with its fists and feet.)
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SCP-5192-2: Oh, we'll be having none of that mister.
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(SCP-5192-2 expands its left claw, stretching the white rubber band pulled over it. It lowers the band over D-1891's torso, and places it there, locking his arms in place.)
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SCP-5192-2: Now, off you fuck.
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(SCP-5192-2 flings D-1891 into a container close to the centre of the boat's deck. He closes his eyes for the duration he is air bound, and lands with a wet thud, ceasing his screams. Upon opening his eyes, D-1891 discovers he is surrounded by the corpses of fourteen adult humans. Their blue faces indicate oxygen deprivation through drowning as the cause of death.)
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(D-1891 begins to hyperventilate, before pausing as they spot another living human, sans rubber band, across the container from them. Through post-incident analysis, this individual has been identified as Luca Brambilla, from Milan, Italy. A missing persons report for Brambilla was filed the day subsequent to the incident.)
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(Unable to stand, D-1891 scrambles over to them, pushing themselves along with their feet.)
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D-1891: Hey, hey you, we've got to get out of here. Do you have any idea where we are?
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(Brambilla stares at D-1891 with a look of shock on their face, before opening their mouth to speak:)
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Brambilla: [Unintelligible.]
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(A series of short, high-pitched whistling noises are vocalised by Brambilla, as they retreat from D-1891.)
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D-1891: The hell is your problem? Come over here and untie me!
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(Brambilla keeps their distance from D-1891, then goes down on their knees and begins to pray. As they do, they resume vocalising the whistling noises.)
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D-1891: You can't understand me either… that's great. Just great. GREAT!
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(D-1891 begins to thrash, kicking their legs wildly at the container's walls. For 89 minutes, they make no further vocalisations, with the exception of sporadic laughter, and no other noteworthy events occur. The sky above can be seen moving, confirming the boat is in motion.)
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[LOG REDACTED FOR BREVITY]
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(The boat comes to rest.)
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SCP-5192-2: Right, I'll take these up the dock — see you shortly.
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(SCP-5192-2 approaches the container holding D-1891, Brambilla, and the corpses. It picks it up in its claws, and begins to ambulate across the boat. From D-1891's vantage point, the surroundings are unable to be discerned.)
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(After 15 minutes, SCP-5192-2 stops, and engages in conversation with another, unseen entity, SCP-5192-3.)
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SCP-5192-2: Alright Norris, how's it going?
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SCP-5192-3: Welcome your highness! It's so good to be graced with your company.
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(Both entities are silent.)
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SCP-5192-2: Is that a joke?
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SCP-5192-3: Of course it's a joke! Where the hell have you been? Lunch service started 20 minutes ago!
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SCP-5192-2: Easy mate, winds were against us today, sea too. Come take a look.
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(SCP-5192-3 approaches the container held by -2, and looks inside. The entity resembles an Atlantic Rock Crab.2 It makes a noise reminiscent of sighing.)
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SCP-5192-3: If that's all you got, that's all you got. I'll take the lot.
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SCP-5192-2: Dead ones too?
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SCP-5192-3: Aye. Chowder's on the menu today.
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(SCP-5192-3 takes hold of the container, and carries it inside a nearby building to a room resembling a commercial kitchen.)
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SCP-5192-3: Ingredients are 'ere! What's the orders?
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(A fourth entity, SCP-5192-4, comes into view. It is similar to -1 and -2 in appearance.)
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D-1891: Not like this.
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SCP-5192-4: One thermidor, one boiled.
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D-1891: Oh please, not like this.
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SCP-5192-3: Great, you can handle them both.
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SCP-5192-4: Err… are you sure, boss?
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SCP-5192-3: Question me again and you'll get the thick side of m'claw round ya head. Get to it!
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(SCP-5192-4 approaches the container, and stares at its contents. After a moment, they reach in and pick up Brambilla, before placing him down on the adjacent worktop counter.)
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D-1891: Please, no.
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(SCP-5192-4 takes a kitchen knife, handle modified to fit a crustacean claw, and makes an incision on the back of Brambilla's neck. The human emits his loudest vocalisation yet, and begins to spasm.)
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SCP-5192-3: Christ, you've nicked it! What have I told you before, it needs to be one clean cut. Get out the way…meat'll be all tense now, 'less we're lucky.
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SCP-5192-4: I asked if you were sure…
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SCP-5192-3: Quiet! Just take care of the other whilst I sort your mess.
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D-1891: You bastards watching at the other end, it's your fault. You're the reason it's like this.
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(SCP-5192-4 returns to the container, and picks up D-1891. He does not struggle. As he is lifted up, a greater section of the establishment is exposed to D-1891's ocular camera.)
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(SCP-5192-3 can be seen removing Brambilla's spine with its pincers, butterflying the torso, and proceeding to pour a white sauce into the chest cavity. Brambilla's left leg twitches throughout.)
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(A serving window provides a viewpoint from the kitchen to an adjacent dining room. The area is densely populated with crustacean entities. The majority appear to be eating meals comprised of human components. SCP-5192-4 arrives at a hob, where a pan of boiling water is on the heat.)
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D-1891: Oh no, no no, please no! No!
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(With its spare claw, SCP-5192-4 lifts the lid off the pan.)
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SCP-5192-4: Here we go, little fella.
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(The entity drops D-1891 into the boiling water. )
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[D-1891'S VOCALISATIONS REDACTED]
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SCP-5192-4: God, I hate it when they scream.
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SCP-5192-3: Oh, that's not screaming. It's just air escaping from their face holes.
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[END LOG]
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Afterword: Feed suspended due to D-1891's ocular camera abruptly cutting out, due to heat and water damage. All further testing is suspended.
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Congratulations on being promoted to project lead. I understand this is your first major assignment since joining the Foundation and I want to say we're proud of what you've accomplished so far. I'm contacting you regarding the status of the SCP-5488 documentation; could you provide the rough draft for review?
Sorry about that, my team and I have been very preoccupied with the testing. It's been quite a task keeping all the notes in order and trying to catalogue all the sticker effects. I do have the rough draft ready, though, it's attached to this email. Hope you enjoy.
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P.S. Do you think we can get approval to utilize a popcorn maker during the screening of SCP-5488 affected media? I want to see if it'll create any visible difference in regards to testing.
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— Dr. Nicholas Cann
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Attached: SCP-5488-rough.dox
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Item #: SCP-5488
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5488 is to be kept in a Manila envelope locked in a fire-proof safe within the Anomalous Items Archive of Site-43. The lock combination must be changed every two weeks. Interaction is restricted to Clearance Level-2 and above.
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The Research and Experimentation Section of Site-43 is presently soliciting testing proposals for SCP-5488. Contact Dr. Nicholas Cann for details.
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Description: SCP-5488 is a set of eight custom-made stickers (designated SCP-5488-A through H) resembling film industry rating labels. No physical anomalies beyond the failure to lose adhesive properties after multiple uses and extreme resistance to damage have been observed.
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When an instance of SCP-5488 is placed onto any form of media (movies, books, video games etc.) the physical appearance and contents of the media will be altered drastically, corresponding to the SCP-5488 instance. Examples of alterations include:
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addition or removal of coarse language;
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addition, expansion or censoring of scenes featuring violence and/or nudity;
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addition, alteration or removal of plot elements.
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All effects are instantaneously reversed with the removal of the SCP-5488 instance.
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The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-5488 when user "falcon_crazy" of the conspiracy forum Parawatch claimed to own something "legit magical." The user supposedly discovered a set of anomalous rating stickers while performing spring cleaning in an under-the-stairs closet. MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") recovered SCP-5488 and amnesticized its former owner, while the Identity and Technocryptography Section of Site-43 deleted the relevant forum posts.
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Addendum 5488-1, Abridged Testing Log: To access complete logs, contact Dr. Nicholas Cann.
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Return of the Jedi (motion picture, 1983)
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PG
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5488-F (NC-17 rating)
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The film proceeds as usual until the Super Star Destroyer Executor is destroyed at the Battle of Endor, at which point the narrative is interrupted by half an hour of additional scenes depicting thousands of Imperial troops and officers dying fiery deaths. The film briefly resumes before being interrupted again by twenty minutes of footage depicting significant Ewok casualties on the forest moon, and once more by over an hour of footage depicting hundreds of thousands of deaths when the second Death Star is destroyed. The triumphant "Ewok Celebration and Finale" theme is absent; the film's final scenes and credits play to a silent soundtrack.
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Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (video game, 2004)
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AO
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5488-G (Unrated)
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The game has been retitled Hot Coffee, and the only gameplay now available is a sexual intercourse minigame originally "dummied out" by the developers.
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The Very Hungry Caterpillar (children's book, 1969)
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N/A
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5488-D (PG rating)
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The storyline of the book is largely unchanged, with the exception of an additional page of the caterpillar vomiting behind a picnic basket. The narrator then states that if the caterpillar had "not shovelled crap into its mouth and maybe tried eating a salad once in a damn while" then it would not have experienced this predicament.
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The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (animated film, 2004)
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PG
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5488-E (PG-13 rating)
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The film diverges upon reaching the "goofy goober" scene. The establishment depicted is now a karaoke bar with attractive female fish bartenders attending to the guests. SpongeBob and Patrick become inebriated and begin singing ribald and mildly profane drinking songs to the crowd. When King Neptune confronts Mr. Krabs about the stolen crown, instead of freezing him he instead has him arrested and scheduled to be put to death by hanging unless SpongeBob retrieves the crown. Plankton's dictatorship is shown to be more vicious, with added scenes of implied torture, executions and brutal forced labor being inflicted on civilians failing to meet the standards of his regime. The film ends with the citizens of Bikini Bottom being freed and Plankton subjected to capital punishment via being stomped repeatedly into the ground until expiring.
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Jaws (motion picture, 1985)
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PG
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5488-C (R rating)
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No apparent change.
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The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (motion picture, 2003)
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PG-13
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5488-H (X rating)
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Every scene depicting members of the main cast engaging in tender platonic dialogue has been replaced with one depicting a sexual act involving the same characters. These seventeen additional scenes increase the runtime to such an extent that the Blu-Ray disc's storage capacity is exceeded, and the film ends abruptly during a group orgy in the Minas Tirith Houses of Healing.
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+Name: Ice, Cloud, and Land Elevation Satellite (ICESat)
+Author: NASA Goddard Photo and Video
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5826 is to be contained in a standard anomalous object locker at Site-228.
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Description: SCP-5826 is a slightly damaged Newtsuit (a type of atmospheric diving suit), yellow in coloration. Upon physical interaction with liquid substances, SCP-5826 will become intangible, but only towards the liquid substances.
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Subjects wearing SCP-5826 were noted to experience mild discomfort, foul odors, muffled vocalizations of unknown source, acrophobia1 and temporary blindness that can last for 40 seconds.
Number: 01
+Subject: 2 liters of water
+Result: The water passed through SCP-5826 immediately.
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Number: 03
+Subject: 1 ice cube
+Result: The ice cube remained on the surface of SCP-5826 while the liquid melting from the ice cube went through it.
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Number: 06
+Subject: 2 liters of milk
+Result: Similar to Test 01, except the liquid passing through SCP-5826 was 0.5 seconds slower this time, presumed because of the milk's higher density.
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Number: 09
+Subject: 14 kilograms of molten iron
+Result: The process was significantly slower than during the previous tests, lasting at least twenty seconds.
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Number: 13
+Subject: 2 liters of water containing various microorganisms, provided by Site-228's biological research labs.
+Result: Microorganisms larger than 10 micrometers have remained on the surface of SCP-5826 while the others passed through with the water.
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Number: 22
+Subject: 1 swimming pool (2 meters deep) filled with water
+Additional note: SCP-5826 was equipped with a safety harness to prevent further damages.
+Result: SCP-5826 submerged immediately and almost hit the bottom of the pool.
Discovery: SCP-5826 was discovered in 2017 at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. The skeletal remains of an unidentified male human were discovered inside SCP-5826. The cause of death was falling from upwards of 100 meters.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-619 is currently housed in storage locker 15-a-2 at Site 21. Currency retrieved from SCP-619 is to be kept in storage locker 15-a-3.
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Testing on SCP-619 has been suspended. SCP-619's right pocket has been stapled shut. Should testing on SCP-619 be reinstated, access Archived Document 619-T for testing procedures.
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Description: SCP-619 is a pair of faded Levi brand stonewashed jeans manufactured in 1994 with several stains and tears through apparent use. The item shows no unusual physical properties; however, it does not correspond to any style of jeans produced by Levi Strauss & Co.
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Whenever a person puts their hand into SCP-619's right pocket,1 the pocket will contain two US one-dollar bills and between two and five US dimes. All pieces of currency retrieved this way have been marked as being printed or minted between the years 1969 and 20182 and show varying amounts of wear and tear. For bills printed before the present day, serial numbers have been matched with those of bills that should have been circulated. Due to the frequency with which currency is lost or ignored, the source of currency retrieved from SCP-619 is unknown.
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In approximately 4% of all trials in which currency is removed from SCP-619, an activated dye pack will be tied to one of the bills with twine. The explosion (which produces temperatures in excess of 400°C and releases Disperse Red 9 dye) may burn the subject and has caused damage to SCP-619 on several occasions. In an additional 6% of all trials, a lit match will be present. The manufacture of both the dye packs and matches varies.
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After the first two weeks of testing of SCP-619 (in which 407 trials were run), 53% of all retrieved bills had the word "STOP", "PLEASE", "WHY", or "NO"3 written across their surface. Analysis has shown the words to be written in optically variable ink. The size and handwriting of the letters is suggestive of very limited expertise.
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On trial 588, a single twenty-dollar bill was retrieved. In contrast to previous bills on which writing was found, the writing on this bill was small and legible, and spanned multiple sentences. It is reprinted here in its entirety:
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we surrender. you've taken the whole village and now people from other cracks and other couches are pulled out. whole families. if it's revenge for the dye packs and matches. you have to understand that we don't have other ways of stopping you. WE DON'T LIKE HURTING YOU but we're scared and it's all we have. we gave them to as many as we could in case you tried to have us spent. just tell us what you want and we'll give it to you. think of the coins
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do you want humans? we can get you three whole heads. we could even pool together all the fingers and toes left over or open up the graves if you want. nonsequential unrelated dna no questions. just send a $20 and talk to our other $20 and we can make it work. i don't know if you care at all but all we want is for you to s
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Another eight trials revealed the absence of any further writing. Special Containment Procedures have been revised. Testing on SCP-619 is suspended.
Special Containment Procedures: Monitoring of the populace of Blackburn is ongoing, with particular attention paid to St. Mark's Church, Buncer Lane. The identification and/or capture of SCP-6212-A is considered a Gamma-level priority.
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Description: SCP-6212 refers to an Extranormal Event that took place on 01/04/2005 in Blackburn, Lancashire, United Kingdom. The event proceeded as follows:
A man, designated PoI-6212-01, sneezes inside the Mall Blackburn2, producing a notable quantity of greyish liquid of unknown composition. Music playing over PA speakers stops and the lights dim slightly as every other individual within the vicinity turns to look at the subject, silent and unmoving. Subject pauses, clearly taken aback, before asking, "Well? Won't someone say 'bless you'?"
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Receiving no response, subject moves through the mall, requesting blessings from random persons while growing increasingly more frantic. Eventually, mall security forcibly removes subject from the premises as onlookers kneel and begin to consume the unknown liquid.
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Subject appears visibly shaken, shouting at security personnel before leaving the area. Subject begins to accost passersby, explaining again and again that he sneezed and no one has blessed him. Said individuals react similarly to those within the mall. Subject at one point backs into a waste receptacle and falls, spilling a quantity of unknown liquid, now clear instead of gray. Nearby civilians accost PoI-6212-01, pushing him out of the way so they can ingest the liquid.
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PoI-6212-01 moves from downtown Blackburn in a southwesterly direction and at a more rapid pace to King Street, following it across Montague Street to the A674. Subject appears panicked and disoriented, stumbling frequently. Colorless liquid occasionally drips from beneath subject's jacket.
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Subject pauses at a street intersection to catch his breath. Colorless liquid pools in place at his feet. A passing jogger stops to ingest it.
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Subject continues down the A674 at a slower pace, stopping at numerous businesses along the way, entering and asking for blessings. No individual in these businesses complies with these requests. Subject leaves small pools of liquid at each business upon exit, which are quickly ingested by customers and employees.
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Subject increases his pace, leaking colorless liquid at a higher rate. Subject stops eventually at a Tesco Express, catching the attention of persons within. Subject is knocked to the ground as customers and employees rush outside to the various spots of liquid left in subject's wake. Subject hits his head on the pavement and remains still for 4 minutes before getting up and moving away. During this time, clear liquid leaks from subject's head at a high rate.
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Subject comes upon row houses west of Garden Street and begins going door-to-door, knocking and asking for a blessing from anyone who answers. Residents react much as other civilians have to his presence. The doors are left stained with liquid, which is ingested by residents.
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Subject becomes aware of the sound of church bells ringing the hour. Subject turns north up Rutland Street, going off-road through woods until running into the River Blakewater, which necessitates diversion southwest. Status of liquid unclear.
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[Uneventful travel elided. Rate of liquid flow increases further.]
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Subject arrives at St. Mark's Church on Buncer Lane and enters. Subject is shaking, panting, sweating, and excreting a constant stream of liquid from all parts of his body. Despite the church being inactive, the interior is clean and lighted.
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Subject gains the attention of the church's sole occupant, an unidentified priest designated PoI-6212-02. PoI-6212-01 explains his situation, repeating the phrase, "Bless me, Reverend! Bless me!"
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After an extended period of silence, PoI-6212-02 replies, "I am sorry, my son, but there can be no salvation for you."
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PoI-6212-01 appears visibly distraught, but further protestations have no effect. Subject collapses to the floor in apparent pain and stills. Over the next eight minutes, subject's body melts into a pool of colorless liquid. PoI-6212-02 watches, displaying no reaction to this event, save to say, "Farewell, Matthew," after which PoI-6212-02 drops to the floor and consumes the puddle of liquid.
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The above incident log was compiled via closed circuit camera footage and first-hand accounts by numerous civilians. It should be noted that such individuals tended to display signs of confusion, doubt and horror when confronted with their own actions while recalling the events of SCP-6212. An area-wide aerosolized amnestics drop was deemed the most efficient way to affect treatment.
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Addendum: Interview 6212-02.1
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Interviewed: PoI-6212-02
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Interviewer: Field Agent James Dawson, Site-97
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Foreword: Following compilation of the log of SCP-6212, an interview was arranged with the subject residing in St. Mark's Church, Blackburn.
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Agent Dawson: Thank you once again for giving up some of your valuable time for this, Reverend.
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PoI-6212-02: Not at all, Detective.3 How can I help you?
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Dawson: A few days ago, a man came in here asking to be blessed, which led to a rather… unusual incident. Do you remember that incident?
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PoI-6212-02: Ah, no, I'm afraid. I do see many people and perform many blessings, after all. Could you perhaps be more specific?
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[Agent Dawson reveals some key points of SCP-6212. PoI-6212-02 then fills in some details. See incident log.]
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Dawson: And you found nothing unusual or strange about this event?
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PoI-6212-02: I… Goodness. Now that you point it out, I have to wonder why I would have said something like that to a man clearly in distress. And what demon would have possessed me to… [Shudders and crosses himself.]
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PoI-6212-02: As I recall the events now, it is like recalling a dream. Yes, as I think upon it, the entire circumstance was most peculiar indeed, to put it lightly. Very disturbing. I apologize, but I find I cannot account for my words or actions at all, and this only disturbs me further.
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Dawson: I see. Could you perhaps explain to me, postulate if you will, what might prevent someone from being able to seek salvation within the Church?
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PoI-6212-02: Why, the very notion is preposterous. The Lord is willing to forgive all His children, should they seek forgiveness. No act is so heinous that salvation is unattainable. It merely requires more effort for some to atone for their sins than others.
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Dawson: Right, right. But imagine, if you will, an act so heinous, as you put it, that it truly is unforgivable. That not even the good Lord Himself [Dawson points to the ceiling] could find it in His heart to offer this poor bloke salvation.
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[PoI-6212-02 is quiet for a few minutes.]
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PoI-6212-02: Dear God.
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Dawson: What is it?
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PoI-6212-02: The mere act of contemplating such a sin… [PoI-6212-02 crosses himself.] I must ask your forgiveness, Detective. You have rattled me to my core. A sin so vile that not even the Lord could forgive it? Such a thing should be impossible, and yet…
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PoI-6212-02:[Shaking, rising to stand.] Please excuse me, Detective.
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Dawson: Of course. Take your time.
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[Dawson allows PoI-6212-02 to depart the nave for an apse chapel, in clear violation of standard field interview procedure. The Agent waits 15 minutes for subject to reappear before ending the interview per standard field interview procedure.]
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Closing Statement: It was not until after Agent Dawson returned to Site-97 that it was discovered no one had thought to ask PoI-6212-02 his name or identity. Upon further questioning, the Agent could not account for his actions during the interview, stating that it "just felt natural to let the fellow have his space." The Agent was given an informal reprimand for dereliction of duty, considering his otherwise commendable service record and the potential of anomalous effects interfering with his conduct.
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Follow-up attempts to locate PoI-6212-02 revealed that St. Mark's Church was, in fact, inactive and inaccessible. The interior was dark, with no working electricity despite having been lit during the interview, and the floor was covered in dust and dirt, with no markings indicating recent human occupation. Agent Dawson later confirmed the interior of the church was significantly smaller than when he had interviewed PoI-6212-02, and that it was missing numerous ornamentations and structural features that had been present during his previous visit.
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Site-97 called in Mobile Task Forces from sister Sites to conduct a manhunt for PoI-6212-02, with no success. All further attempts to identify PoI-6212-02 or determine his whereabouts, or to account for the discrepancies regarding the interior of St. Mark's Church have met with failure.
Subject is described as being gregarious but otherwise known for keeping to himself, "boring" and "normal". Had no current romantic interests.
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Note: When subject's parents were notified of his death, neither reacted as might be expected when learning of the death of an immediate family member. Similarity to reactions of civilians involved in SCP-6212 to PoI-6212-01's presence noted. No attempt has been made to contact subject's sister.
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The subject had no criminal record, nor could anyone who knew him recall any incident in which he was involved that could be considered untoward, reprehensible or heinous.
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Age
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Unknown (Appears to be in early 60s)
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Gender
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Unknown (Assumed male)
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Place of Residence
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Unknown
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Skin Color
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Pale
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Hair Color
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Grey/blond
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Occupation
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Anglican minister (Assumed)
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None
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No notable physical features present; possibility of intrinsic memetic hazard
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Subject is described as calm, serious and friendly if "somewhat detached".
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Note: Subject matches no known records of priests serving in the United Kingdom.
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As of 20/04/2005, subject has been redesignated SCP-6212-A.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6344 and SCP-6344-A are stored separately in high-value containment units at Site-43. Researchers wishing to test with SCP-6344 must get approval from two personnel of level three clearance or higher.
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Description: SCP-6344 is a vintage black Polaroid Colorpack 80 instant camera. SCP-6344's anomalous properties manifest when used to photograph a physical object. Upon activation, the object will vanish and reappear on the produced photograph (SCP-6344-A).
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Objects that reappear on SCP-6344-A are animate, and behave as normal, physical objects within the confines of the image; its positioning and any damages received will reset if SCP-6344-A is not actively observed. Tearing SCP-6344-A will cause the respective vanished object to remanifest; other forms of destruction (burning, dissolvement etc.) will not result in remanifestation.
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When using SCP-6344, photographed objects will only demanifest if:
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The photographer intends to create an SCP-6344-A instance;
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The photographer semantically associates the object/s as the intended subjects of the SCP-6344-A instance;
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The objects are fully visible to the photographer through SCP-6344, with no portions of the targeted objects out-of-frame.
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SCP-6344-A depicts the photographed scene and objects as the subject viewed them through SCP-6344, rather than as a non-anomalous camera would depict them1. As photographed objects are restored in the condition they are depicted in SCP-6344-A, visual impairments (including environmental factors such as undesirable lighting conditions, camera shaking etc.) will result in permanent alterations to the depicted object and have appropriate physical properties as a result.
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Discovery: The Foundation first became aware of SCP-6344 following several global reports of objects disappearing 'in a flash of light'. Following the emergence of reports in Ottawa, Canada, Foundation assets were immediately dispatched to investigate. They encountered a group of anomalous entities: a scorpion constructed from diamond, an automaton in a ninja outfit, an amorphous glue-like entity adorned with an equine skull, and a humanoid bee acting as leader.
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MTF Pi-1 engaged in combat with the group, but due to the operatives lack of knowledge of SCP-6344 and the properties of the entities, they were able to escape. PoI-3773 had also used SCP-6344 to photograph several MTF members, causing them to disappear. They hadn't been recovered since.
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Post-mission analysis of footage identified the group's leader as PoI-3773 (The entity will be designated an SCP object number at a later date.), an entity previously encountered during a raid on a Miracle Liberation Front2 stronghold in Michigan, United States.
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Due to PoI-3773's affiliation with the MLF, MTF Beta-8 ("Mythbusters") was tasked with hunting them down. A significant portion of Pi-1 transferred to Beta-8 to assist them in their task. PoI-3773 consistently evaded capture, eventually disappearing from Foundation awareness altogether.
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Addendum-01, Reemergence: The Foundation became aware of "Shutter's Box", a public website specializing in e-commerce and blogging; MTF Beta-8 became aware that the website had affiliations with the MLF, and was being operated by PoI-3773.
[An animate body of glue with an equine skull attached to a tendril is arranging a card pyramid on a metal pedestal. The entity goes to SCP-6344, attached to a custom camera stand, and photographs them; the pyramid vanishes, and the entity removes the SCP-6344-A instance.]
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PoI-3773: Hey Elmer! How's training coming along?
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[The entities are in an office. PoI-3773 and the automation ('Granite') are sitting on the floor playing cards. Elmer joins them and slides the instance towards PoI-3773.]
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Elmer: Just amazing! I think I'm getting the hang of it. Thanks again for making me the photographer. I'm still trying to learn the ropes, but it's kind of difficult.
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[PoI-3773 grabs and dabs SCP-6344-A against Elmer's body. PoI-3773 opens a photo album and applies the instance on the pages.]
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PoI-3773: Yeah, it's pretty finicky when it comes to positioning and lightning. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it though. Anyhow. [PoI-3773 Picks up the mason jar.] Wanna have a quick toast before Gleam comes home?
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Granite: Aren't you expecting something from the Tribes? [Granite points to a laptop besides PoI-3773. Poi-3773 shakes their head.]
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PoI-3773: It'll be a while until I get the attachments. Besides, we made big leaps with this mission so far, why not make it a special occasion? C'mon, you know you want it ♪
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[PoI-3773 slides two bottles of battery acid and whiskey towards Granite and Elmer respectively. Granite shrugs.]
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Granite: Fine, I relent. Cheers.
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[All entities consume their respective containers. After consuming some whiskey, Elmer eyes the mason jar.]
Elmer: Why do you keep eating honey all the time? Doesn't it get boring eating the same thing over and over again?
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PoI-3773: It does. I don't even like the taste, but I can't really function without it.
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Granite: Oh? Function?
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PoI-3773: Bees aren't nocturnal so I have to compensate. This is my version of coffee. If I don't eat it regularly I'll be out like a light at sunset. That's why I keep a bunch on me.
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Granite: [Shakes head.] Sounds like quite the conundrum. I sure do remember having to recharge all the time. Glad I got that fixed before I left Japan. Ah, how I miss it. I need to visit home one of these days.
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Elmer: Wait… you're actually Japanese? Man… Huh. I always thought you were a weeaboo.
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Granite: [Visibly annoyed.] Really?
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Elmer: Okay, okay my bad. I keep forgetting that accents aren't everything. I mean… I used to have a southern accent, a pretty deep one too, but I lost that when I got sent to the glue factory.
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PoI-3773: [Visibly horrified.] You were sent to a glue factory?!
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Elmer: Yeah? It was my job back when I was a safety inspector in Kentucky. It was all well and good until I fell into one of the vats. It's the reason I'm here. What were you thinking of?
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PoI-3773: Um… nothing.
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Granite: You know, When our vacation days are up we need to go on an old fashioned road trip. There's Japan, Kentucky, maybe Australia — Gleam might like that… wait, where'd you come from again, Pinch?
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Elmer: I… I don't think we ever asked her. Man, I feel so horrible, we've been together for years and yet we haven't so much as even—
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PoI-3773: I-It's no big deal, Elmer. My place ain't really that much compared to you guys.
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Granite: Don't sell yourself short, Pinch. I would love to hear your story. After all, this is a special occasion.
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PoI-3773: Well… I used to be under the radar until I moved into the city. It was rough at first but I made a lot of friends, some of them were really close.
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Granite: You mean our human contacts that you and Gleam made?
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PoI-3773: No, it's different. This was around the time when… I started socializing. The Veil wasn't really a problem for me back then so I just… made the most of it. They weren't scared of me or anything. It was nice. [PoI-3773 smiles.]
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Elmer: Wow, really? Not scared. Like at all? That's incredible Pinch. Hey… maybe one of these days we should meet up and hang out together. They sound like my kind of people.
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[PoI-3773 stops smiling and glances at the album.]
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PoI-3773: I don't think that's a good idea. It's been a long time… I doubt they'll remember me.
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Elmer: …Oh.
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PoI-3773: But we can visit my old hive! I think I still know where it is.
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Male Voice: You lived in a hive? Funny, I figured you came from the nuthouse.
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[The scorpion enters the office. PoI-3773 waves to him and picks up the whiskey.]
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PoI-3773: Gleam! You're finally back. Wanna sip?
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Gleam: I'll take a swing. But first, I want to ask you something real quick.
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PoI-3773: Sure thing, what is it?
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Gleam: Have you lost your goddamn mind?
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PoI-3773: What?
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Elmer: Oh boy.
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[Gleam slams a document in the middle of the circle, shaking with anger.]
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Gleam: We're becoming scam artists?!
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Elmer: Yep, we should've explained it better. Wait, are NFTs a scam?
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Granite: Elm, shush.
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PoI-3773: Gleam, it is not as bad as you think! We need this.
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Gleam: The hell we do! What made you think selling a bunch of shitty, low-effort jpgs was a good idea?!
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Elmer: They're not that shitty—
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PoI-3773: Because the Tribes signed off on it. They liked the idea too.
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Gleam: …What?
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[PoI-3773 hands Gleam a letter. Gleam reads it.]
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Gleam: 'This proposal has been accepted… due to the potential betterment to our monetary infrastructure?'
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PoI-3773: Gleam, you know how challenging it is for us to obtain funds and resources from the normal world?
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Gleam: It's always been challenging, it's not like we can go to the supermarket and not expect trouble.
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PoI-3773: But it's getting worse. Ever since the Veil learned about us they've been trying to shut us down. They're making business more difficult.
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Elmer: She's right. Even the human disguises are not as effective as they used to.
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PoI-3773: Yep. Less money, less options. The Tribes said if this continues, we're gonna be in trouble.
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Gleam: But… NFTs though?
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PoI-3773:Gleam—
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Gleam: I know, I'll let you finish. I just don't see how this will solve our problems.
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PoI-3773: Then let me show you.
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[PoI-3773 opens and turns the laptop towards Gleam. A digital image of a vase on a metal pedestal is visible.]
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Gleam: It's a vase, what about it?
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[PoI-3773 smiles, and drags the image. The vase falls over and shatters. Gleam stares at the computer screen, then at SCP-6344.]
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Gleam: …Just like your pictures. Your camera is the key to all of this?
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[PoI-3773 smiles and nods.]
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PoI-3773: That's why I'm in charge here. They finally found a way to digitize the photos. The Veil's trying to get ahead on our shipments and mailing, but we get this right, that will be a thing of the past. Think of it, Gleam! We'll be able to maximize and expand the Front. Not only will this give us the cutting edge in the war… we'll be able to help more people, and the anomalous world than we ever could! This changes everything.
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Gleam: Okay, So the whole scam is just a guise? I can live with that—
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Granite: Actually, we're still selling jpgs.
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Gleam: Goddammit Pinch.
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PoI-3773: We're starting a front company, Gleam. We have to provide something to the public. Not only will we be able to sell the photos in plain sight, we'll actually be raking a lot of dough from them too. It's been… dare I say, successful.
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Gleam: Pinch. Most people are idiots, not morons. They won't fall for this.
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PoI-3773: Our earnings report says otherwise.
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[PoI-3773 hands Gleam another letter. Gleam reads it and is visibly shocked.]
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Gleam: I-I… what? In just this month?!
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Granite: And we're expecting another large sale next month too. That's not including our business trades.
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Elmer: Yeah and the pics are selling like hotcakes! One of our customers claimed he sold his kidneys for one of these. Check it out, I made them myself.
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[Elmer gives an electronic tablet to Gleam. The tablet is displaying a website called 'Shutter's Box', with an image of bees coming out of a box on the top left of the screen. The pictures below display a near-identical image of a cartoon horse skull with slight cosmetic changes between them.]
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[Elmer smiles at Gleam. Elmer's smile fades as the tablet slides from Gleam's grasp. Gleam stares at SCP-6344 in contemplation.]
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PoI-3773: Look I know how it sounds but we got things figured out here. I'll be in charge of managing the website, logistics and the trading of resources.
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Granite: I'll handle tech support.
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Elmer: And I'll help with shipping — erm, or rather photographing the shipments… I'm still in training.
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PoI-3773: You'll help protect our servers. Not only that, we'll be in charge of this mission together, just you and me.
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Gleam: …Really? Why?
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PoI-3773: You know a thing or two about people, and I trust your judgment. Why not?
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[Gleam scans the room, then reverts their gaze to PoI-3773. Gleam nods.]
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Gleam: Alright… alright, I'll bite. There must be merit here if they're signing off on this.
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PoI-3773: Am—
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[The laptop emits a notification alert. PoI-3773 turns it around and looks at the screen.]
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PoI-3773: There's the message I've been looking for. Sorry guys, but I'll talk with you all later. You know…
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Granite: I know, it's a private matter. Come along, Gleam. Let me give you a tour of home base. There's—
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[Gleam swipes the whiskey from Elmer and exits the room.]
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Gleam: This is too much for me, I'm taking a nap.
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Elmer: With alcohol?
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Gleam: It's gonna be a long nap. Bye.
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[PoI-3773 waves the entities goodbye, then locks the door. PoI-3773 smirks and returns to the laptop. PoI-3773 clicks the attachment and scrolls downward. Slowly, their smile changes into a frown. PoI-3773's eyes widen as they continue to scroll down frantically, leaning close to the screen the entire time.]
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[END LOG]
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Investigation revealed that entering a certain code into the search bar granted access to an isolated network within Shutter's Box that exclusively sold SCP-6344-B instances using Bitcoin.
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SCP-6344-B are digital SCP-6344-A instances that retain their anomalous properties; remanifestation of the photographed items is accomplished through deletion of the SCP-6344-B file.
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The Foundation was unable to shut down Shutter's Box or trace the buyers. It was theorized that the network was under the influence of an anomalous effect, preventing it from being hacked. To combat the threat posed by Shutter's Box, MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") was tasked to work alongside Beta-8 until a permanent solution was found.
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Addendum-02, Complications: Although the buyers of SCP-6344-2 instances and/or the main server could not be located, MTF Mu-4 were able to identify several smaller servers instead. Beta-8 was deployed to these locations and secured them. MLF operatives at these servers escaped or were taken into custody.
Gleam: Okay… okay… A little more to the right. Closer…. close — stop. Alright, that should be the last one. Wait here, I'll come back.
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[Gleam directs a camel constructed out of emeralds to the unloading area. A glass humanoid and a clown near them unpacks various weapons, artifacts and other valuables from other crates.]
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[Gleam walks away. Granite is at a nearby table, assisting a large floating eyeball on inspecting the servers when they spot Gleam. Granite signals and moves towards Gleam.]
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Granite: Gleam, are you busy?
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Gleam: Not particularly. How's the status report?
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Granite: Looking quite spry. Take a look for yourself. [Granite hands Gleam a clipboard. Gleam reads it.]
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Gleam: Looking good, looking good. You keep this up and you might get a promotion… oh… more problems with the servers again?
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Granite: That's what I've been hearing. The attacks are starting.
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Gleam: You mean the raids or the hacking?
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Granite: Both… is she still serious about relocating our men?
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Gleam: [Nods.] There's too many here. The servers? Not so much. Since Elmer's already preoccupied with camera work, you and I are coming along.
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Granite: I understand. It's a shame, I was really starting to like it here.
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Gleam: I wouldn't worry too much, it'll be temporary. Is Pinch still in the office?
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Granite: Should be. Anything else you need?
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Gleam: No, that's it. Catch you later, Gran. Try not to blow a gasket when I'm gone. Kon'nichiwa!
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Granite: Like that will ever happen. And you said it wrong! It's Sayōnara!
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Gleam: Whatever.
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[Gleam climbs the staircase and enters the office. Elmer is in the process of photographing an oil painting of a beach at sunset. PoI-3773 is at their desk, using their laptop. Several empty mason jars are in a nearby trash can and on the desk.]
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Gleam: —Got it lined up and…
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[The flood lamp turns off just before Elmer activates SCP-6344; the painting vanishes when the area around the pedestal becomes dark. Elmer snaps their head up and examines the produced SCP-6344-A instance. They look at the instance, then at the wall outlet. It appears that the plug has fallen out of the socket. Elmer panics.]
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Elmer: Oh no. Uuhhhhh—
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PoI-3773: Elmer, I'm trying to read here. Can you… no. [PoI-3773 turns off the laptop.]
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[PoI-3773, visibly tired, stares at the pedestal which is now covered in darkness. Elmer quickly plugs the socket back in and tears SCP-6344-A. The painting remanifests; its colors are significantly darkened, rendering the picture difficult to distinguish. The light produced by lamps does not illuminate the object.]
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PoI-3773: Argh. Elmer!
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Elmer: S-Sorry! The plug fell out. Can we fix it?
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[PoI-3773 examines the painting, shaking their head.]
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PoI-3773: No, it's screwed. Dammit! This was my favorite. Now I got more work—
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[PoI-3773 tense up briefly, then relaxes. They set the painting down.]
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PoI-3773: It's fine. It's fine. Just an accident, just a painting. No big deal, just… oh? [Spots Gleam.] Gleam! There you are. You got the report?
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Gleam: Stapled and laminated like you asked.
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[PoI-3773 grabs the clipboard and directs Elmer to resume their work. PoI-3773 sits back at their desk, nodding as they read.]
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PoI-3773: We exceeded our quota with flying colors? Good to know.
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Gleam: I guess you were right after all; who knew morons could be so valuable?
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PoI-3773: Please, Gleam, at this point they're a global resource… wait, what's this about casualties! Is this a joke?
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[PoI-3773 rises from their seat, visibly furious. Elmer observes from their post as they set up a funhouse mirror behind the pedestal.]
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Gleam: Sadly no. The Foundation's making ground on the hacking. Some servers were discovered and it got bloody. The security protocols activated so it's not as serious as it could have been. Some cargo did get stolen though.
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[Elmer continues to watch the entities. Elmer drapes a blanket over the mirror but it doesn't cover it all the way. Elmer moves behind SCP-6344.]
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PoI-3773: This is serious, Gleam! Hacking's one thing, finding the actual servers is another! They're going to keep this up until we're under! They've already sent their specialized army guys after us already, what does that tell you?
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Elmer: Maybe we should fortify the servers? Get more help from the tech team? That's what I would do. [Elmer reaches for the shutter release.]
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PoI-3773: Elmer, it's not that simpl—
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[PoI-3773 gasps, their left arm morphs into a spear. PoI-3773 curses at the spear then jumps from the chair.]
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PoI-3773: Elmer, no!
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Elmer: Wha—
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[Elmer looks to PoI-3773 and tilts SCP-6344 downwards as it activates; the pedestal vanishes. PoI-3773 rushes to SCP-6344 and positions it away from the mirror. PoI-3773 pulls out SCP-6344-A and tears it. The pedestal remanifests but appears heavily twisted and stretched. Elmer stares at the pedestal in shock.]
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PoI-3773: Dammit! Why does my arm always has to freak out?
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Elmer: W-W-What?! Why… how—
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PoI-3773: 'Cause you didn't listen and cover it like I said! I told you positioning and light was important for a reason! You photograph a mirror without protection, it's either you or the camera's picture that will be taken4. You're lucky that stand was there to save your ass. You have to take this seriously!
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Elmer: S-Sorry I'd just… I-I'll be more careful. I just need more practice—
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PoI-3773: No, no! We're done training today. Gleam! Is the dock ready?
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Gleam: I believe so.
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PoI-3773: Good. Elmer! Take the camera with you and get Lars to take the pictures. He knows what to do.
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Elmer: B-But— I can—
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PoI-3773: Elmer. Do it. Now.
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Elmer: …Yes Ma'am.
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[Elmer carries SCP-6344 and leaves. PoI-3773 sighs and sits back in their chair, displaying physical symptoms of a headache.]
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PoI-3773: [Sigh.] Shit… I didn't mean to say it like that. You think I overdid it?
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Gleam: No, you're on point. He knows what's at stake here, what we're up against. He'll get over it.
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[Gleam spots the album resting near SCP-6344. Gleam inspects the album, then hands it to PoI-3773.]
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Gleam: And he's getting better too, these shots don't look half-bad… is this why you made this little bundle of joy? Practice? Your own personal storage unit?
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PoI-3773: Well… that and it's become a hobby of mine. A lot has happened since then. [PoI-3773 brushes a patch of dust on the cover. PoI-3773 frowns slightly.] Just want to keep track.
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Gleam: Elm does make a good point though. Updating the outposts' defense would ease the people protecting the servers. That's why you're sending us out in the first place, right?
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PoI-3773: That won't be enough. You know how persistent the Foundation is. We only managed to get the jump on them because they weren't expecting it. Now they're trying to cut us off from the normal world as always. I mean… we're actually making an impact among normal people for once! What if they catch us, then go after our associates? I can't stand the thought of it! Some of them were… nice.
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Gleam: If it happens, it happens. We'll bounce back, we've done it before.
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PoI-3773: I'm just tired of hiding. I just want to get out there and enjoy the sunshine for once. Is that too much to ask?
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Gleam: Yes. That's part of the deal when you're living in Veil-Country.
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PoI-3773: I know, I haven't forgotten… Gleam?
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Gleam: Yeah?
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PoI-3773: Do you think we'll be accepted after the war's over?
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Gleam: Accepted?
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PoI-3773: Remember how the Veil people always claim that if mankind ever knew about anomalies, society will crumble? Sure, there'll be unrest, that's a given. But people could change too. Society adapted before. Perhaps we don't have to live in the dark anymore, just a matter of making sure the transition goes smoothly for the light.
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Gleam: Honestly, I think it's a pipe dream.
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PoI-3773: W-What? You don't think we can win?
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Gleam: No, I just don't believe normal people can handle the anomalous, handle us. It's best to keep our distance.
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PoI-3773: How can you say that, Gleam?! We've met plenty of people before and we've become friends with a whole lot of them!
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Gleam: We're friends with people, yes, but not normal people. They've never been normal.
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PoI-3773: Yes they are! Most of them don't have powers or under-the-Veil connections.
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Gleam: That doesn't mean anything! A person can have those things, but that doesn't make them normal. It depends on the way they think, their reaction. Listen, I've been in this war way longer than you have. The people we know pale in comparison to the normal ones. They are not the accepting type.
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PoI-3773: That's because the Foundation—
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Gleam: The Foundation is the symptom, not the cause.
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PoI-3773: …A symptom?
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Gleam: Do you know what's the biggest problem in the world? The one problem that holds humanity back?
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[PoI-3773 fold their arms, expressing visible interest.]
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Gleam: Normal people… or as I like to call them: morons.
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PoI-3773: Morons?! But you said they were valuable!
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Gleam: They are, but they're also very costly. You know why there'll be unrest? It's because they'd be the ones causing it! Every moral panic, every time people lose their shit, it's always morons! Salem Witch Trials, Dungeon & Dragons, don't even get me started on the Cold War! The world almost died because of their immaturity… How'd you think they'll handle something bigger than themselves?
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PoI-3773: …They'll panic. [PoI-3773 gazes at the laptop. PoI-3773 remains silent.]
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Gleam: They'll do more than that. You see, while a person can adapt… normal people, morons — take your pick — feed off each other. They won't change because there's no incentive to, especially when they're all in a frenzy. They'll only exacerbate the problem: they'll make the witch trials seem like a joke, deliberately antagonize the free ports, potentially causing a war in the process. Worse of all they'll give even more power to the government! Power it should never have.
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PoI-3773: We don't know that for certain. Things could be different.
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Gleam: Their own history books say otherwise. We're trying to fight 'power', Pinch. You see why I think that's counterproductive? You see why I think keeping our distance is a good idea?
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PoI-3773: …Gleam. Why are you fighting to begin with?
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Gleam: For protection, both for myself and others. I don't care about normalcy, I'm only here so I can stop the Veil from getting out of control, stop the snakes from getting too much power. Why did you join?
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[PoI-3773 focuses on the album. Before they can answer, Elmer enters and rests SCP-6344 by the album.]
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Elmer: The tech team wants to debug the software before we send more photos out. Lars isn't here so I figured you want it back. Am I… interrupting something here?
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PoI-3773: …Yes, actually. The Tribes sent me a new email, and I need to focus. I need you to go back downstairs now. Thanks for the help, Elmer. I appreciate it.
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Gleam: You're still getting stuff from the Tribes?
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PoI-3773: They have to. I'm reaching rank and I have to keep up. It's only certain stuff I need to know, I doubt you'll find it interesting.
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Gleam: I get the message… I'll go. [Gleam approaches the door, then turns around.] As you ordered, Granite and I we'll be leaving tonight. Anything else you need before I go?
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[PoI-3773 continues to focus on the laptop.]
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PoI-3773: No… I'm good.
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[Gleam nods and leaves. PoI-3773 locks the door and returns to their desk. They pick up SCP-6344 and caress it in their hands, then looks at the laptop. PoI-3773 breathes slowly, setting the anomaly down.]
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PoI-3773: I'm good… I'm good.
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[PoI-3773 uses the laptop and rests a hand onto the album. Their grip tenses around the cover.]
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[The laptop emits a notification sound. PoI-3773 looks at the laptop screen and appears hesitant to set the album down. PoI-3773 sets it down when another notification sounds. PoI-3773 takes a deep breath, puts another jar of honey on the table and begins to use the computer.]
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[END LOG]
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Removal of the servers enabled Mu-4 to briefly hack the main Shutter's Box server, before the networks' firewall adjusted and ejected them. It was discovered these servers were infused with EVE energy but were otherwise unnoteworthy besides the SCP-6344-B instances they stored.
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Satisfied with Mu-4 and Beta-8's efforts, more resources were allocated to them. Commander Chance of Beta-8 oversaw further assaults on MLF servers.
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Addendum-03, Cooperation: Interrogation of captured MLF operatives revealed that the servers, once connected to the main network, were able to utilize their EVE to anomalously reinforce the network's firewall; the method by which this was accomplished could not be discerned, however the location of multiple servers was obtained.
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How this was accomplished is unknown, but what was known was the locations of many servers.
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[Gleam enters the lobby, grasping a folder in their claws. They scan their surroundings; the number of operatives in the vicinity appears to have been cut in half. Gleam shakes their head, then carries on.]
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[Gleam stops at the stairs. Elmer is methodically sliding down the steps. Their skull slouches close to the ground but snaps upward upon noticing Gleam. Gleam waves to Elmer. Elmer uses a tendril to wipe traces of glue from its sockets.]
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Gleam: Hey Elmer. Sorry I was late, the shuttles kept delaying.
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Elmer: I-It's perfectly fine man, I get it. Things are pretty uh… well I'm glad you kept in touch with us. I know how frustrating the comm system is but… I — We appreciate it. How was it over there?
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Gleam: At my server? Insanely busy, but we managed. Honestly, I think the most danger came from boredom. I barely survived that to be hon… est?
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[Elmer's skull slowly positions away from Gleam, their breathing slows.]
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Gleam: Elm?
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Elmer: Oh! Um… Pinch was giving me an update and it was… I think you need to talk to her.
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Gleam: …Yeah, I think I do. There's something I need to tell her. Is she busy?
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Elmer: Yes, but she still needs help, and I don't know her as well as you do. So…
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Gleam: Don't worry, I'll handle it… do you need any help?
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Elmer: I'm only a bit tired. It's been a big day and… I don't know. I-I… I need to rest… Bye.
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[Elmer moves past Gleam, attempting to direct their gaze away from the latter. Steams of glue leak from the skull's sockets. Gleam stares at Elmer for a moment, then sighs. knocks on the door; it swings open from the effort, unlocked.]
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Gleam: Hey Pinch, can I come in for a sec? I need… Pinch?
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[Gleam freezes after entering the office. The room is disheveled: papers, trash, and empty jars scatter the floor. The area is dimly lit as well. PoI-3773 is at the desk, frantically typing on the laptop, muttering to itself. The majority of the jars are by PoI-3773.]
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PoI-3773: —Double security and relocate the servers! That's all I ask for. Why won't they just say 'yes'?!
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[Gleam approaches a light switch and flicks it on. The room becomes adequately lit. PoI-3773 cringes as their arm morphs again. They turn around in anger but relax upon seeing Gleam.]
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PoI-3773: Ah, Gleam! How's the trip? Sorry about the mess. The custodian left—
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[PoI-3773 cringes in pain and stars at the spear-like appendage. PoI-3773 scowls, then shakes their head. Their eyes are bloodshot; the bags under their eyes become more apparent.]
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PoI-3773: Sorry for that too. My arm just loves to complicate things.
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Gleam: It's fine. I know your stinger get jittery sometimes. Trip's been good. I wrapped up my duties with the server, the technicians should handle it now. Here's the report.
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PoI-3773: Amazing, Just set it right there and I'll read it soon—
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Gleam: Pinch… we need to talk. It's about Granite. [Gleam climbs onto the desk.]
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[PoI-3773 remains silent and sniffles. They click on a window on the laptop. A video plays of Granite inside the interior of a warehouse, being surrounded by MTF Beta-8. Granite attempts to fight back but comes under heavy fire from the operatives. Granite slumps to the floor, sustaining extensive damage, before being restrained.]
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Gleam: Oh… [Drops folder.] I was late to the punch, huh?
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PoI-3773: God…
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[PoI-3773 exhales and pulls on their neck hair.]
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PoI-3773: Dammit! I knew this was going to happen. Fuck, fuuuuuck! I shouldn't have sent them out so quickly! Now they're dropping like flies, I tried to pull them out but… now they're are… [Sigh.] I can't believe it… Granite.
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Gleam: No one could have predicted this. It's not your fault.
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PoI-3773: Yes it is! I sent them out! I promised them they wouldn't regret this, that they would make history. I promised them… now they're gone.
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Gleam: They could still be alive. They could escape like Brown did.
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PoI-3773: And do you honestly believe that?
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[Gleam doesn't respond. PoI-3773 picks up the folder and reads it. PoI-3773's voice becomes hoarse.]
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PoI-3773: They're… after all this time they're gonna cut us off? Just like that?!
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Gleam: Pinch, calm down. It's not that bad—
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PoI-3773: We're being downsized, Gleam. Downsized! How is that not bad?!
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Gleam: Pinch, we can't keep bleeding resources and expect the Tribes to be fine with it. We have to make due with it.
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PoI-3773: The hell we can! Without the funding this whole operation would be all for nothing! Don't they understand that?!
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[PoI-3773 snarls, grabs onto the folder, then throws it. Documents fly around before PoI-3773 photographs them with SCP-6344; the documents vanish. PoI-3773 pulls out SCP-6344-A, crumples it, then tosses it into a trash can.]
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Gleam: No, it's not! Sure, it's gone downhill but we accomplished so much. We kept the Front's business afloat, you helped people! This is anything but a failure. This is not the end either, we can always try again next time.
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PoI-3773: There won't be a next time. Wardens won't allow it.
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Gleam: They don't allow a lot of things, that's why we're here.
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PoI-3773: You don't get it! The Veil's always on top of things. It's like Brown said: they'll always adapt and counter. So can we, but they have more experience, more manpower, more everything! It's a constant struggle just trying to catch up!
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Gleam: What do you expect? This is war, not a kickball game by the playground. We're not struggling too bad. We have a lot of cards up our sleeve.
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PoI-3773: You mean the anomalies we're stockpiling? They sure pack a punch, but the same could be said of them too. They're getting stronger… they ain't slowing down either.
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Gleam: Pinch—
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PoI-3773: No, let me finish! They're finding new ways to counter anomalies in all their forms, filling their boxes to a tee. You can't just shrug this off! We survived as long as we did because we kept quiet, but not all of us are so lucky! What about the ones that were born and raised in the Veil? The ones that gain powers and get boxed because they didn't know any better? We could've used this as a chance to reach out to them… to help them.
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Gleam: We're only downsizing.
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PoI-3773: No we're not! They're planning to phase us out. We can't throw in the towel now. No… no, we need to take action before it's too late.
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Gleam: And how'd you propose we do that, Pinch? The Tribes are at their limits already. I doubt they'll budge.
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[PoI-3773 contemplates in thought. They look to SCP-6344 and the album. PoI-3773 straightens their posture and grabs up SCP-6344.]
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PoI-3773: We'll pull what's left of our resources back into espionage. Hit the Foundation where it hurts.
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Gleam: See? Nothing wrong going back to basics. It'll be like old times.
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PoI-3773: No, no. We need to go bigger than that! We know about their bases, even more of who works for them. They stole from us for far too long — how about we turn the tables for a change?
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Gleam: Turn the tables?
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PoI-3773: We'll photograph their men, our friends, and whatever else they have! Their loss will be our gain! Not only in influence, but in numbers too: I imagine it won't be hard to convince their prisoners to join us. Of course, it'll require a lot of planning—
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Gleam: Woah, woah. Stop! Just hold on a second. Pinch, what you're proposing is dangerous!
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PoI-3773: Things have already gotten dangerous! Gleam, we finally have a chance to actually change things, put the Veil in its place! Isn't that what you're fighting for?
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Gleam: Of course! But this is not the way. You'll stir up the hornet's nest if you do this! We can't handle a full frontal assault by them. We're not ready!
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PoI-3773: Then when will we be ready? Weeks? Months? Don't tell me years! The longer we wait the worse it'll be. You have to agree with me on that!
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Gleam: We're. Not. Ready! Every time we attack, we play a card. We either lose that card, keep it or gain another. We dogpile them right now, we'll lose all the cards. We're not gonna be sent on a suicide mission!
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PoI-3773: …Fine. You don't want to go? Fine by me. But I intend to follow through with this 'mission' whether you like it or not.
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Gleam: Actually, you're not. I said 'we're' for a reason, Pinch.
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PoI-3773: What?
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Gleam: We're both in charge, which means we both have to agree on a decision to make it happen. Therefore, I reject your plan.
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PoI-3773: What?!
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[PoI-3773 sharply rises from the chair. Both entities argue with each other. Ambient sounds are drowned by their shouting. PoI-3773's arm begins shifting in and out to a metallic form without their knowledge.]
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Gleam: —Not a chance! The tribes will strip you of rank, maybe even kick you out!
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PoI-3773: Then let them! I survived on my own before, I can do it again!
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Gleam: Goddammit Pinch! Be reasonable!
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PoI-3773: I am being reasonable! Do you know what's at stake here?! People are counting on us.
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Gleam: Oh please, this has nothing to do with people!
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PoI-3773: What does that suppose to mean? huh?! You think I don't care about them?
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Gleam: Oh no, you care! You definitely care. But that's not why you're acting like an ass right now. It's because of your little fantasies with the 'light', isn't it?
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PoI-3773: E-Excuse me?!
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Gleam: We've been partners for years, don't even deny it! You think the light is going to accommodate you, accommodate us if we somehow do things right?! War's unpredictable and hardly ever certain! Even if your plan works, it might kill off your dream all together. Hell, I'm willing to bet that you have doubts about it yourself!
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PoI-3773: Y-You don't know a goddamn thing! The world has been through wars before, and in the end, the losing side eventually concedes and coexists with the winner! Who says we can't do the same?
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Gleam: We're not a part of their world. Never have, never will be! They'll use the nuclear option before they let us win, and then some. Face it, your dream's just that… a dream! I keep telling you that but you won't fucking listen! Dammit woman, let it go and move on!
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Poi-3773: [Snarls] You listen here you shiny piece of shit! You're not going—
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[PoI-3773 jabs at Gleam. The spear damages Gleam's back. Gleam crumbles to the ground in pain. PoI-3773 gasps in alarm, then looks to their arm. They hyperventilate then reverse the transformation. PoI-3773 steps back and holds their arms up.]
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PoI-3773: I… I didn't…
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[Gleam stands up and stares at PoI-3773; cracks appear all over their back.. Gleam remains silent as they calmly exit the office. PoI-3773 looks at their arm, visibly shocked. They then sit back at their desk. The hair around their eyes becomes damp. A moment later, PoI-3773 presses their hands against their face, audibly whimpering.]
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[POI-3773 frantically reaches for a jar of honey, which tips over and spills on their lap. PoI-3773 violently shakes, slamming a hand against the desk; they no longer attempt to hide their face as they sob.]
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[PoI-3773 reaches for the laptop before slowly pulling their arm back, staring at the album. PoI-3773 pauses, then opens it. PoI-3773 ceases sobbing, instead huffing and coughing as they turn the pages.]
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[END LOG]
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Mu-4 gained access to Shutter's Box for a longer period of time before being kicked from the network again. A portion of the network's buyers were able to be identified, their acquired SCP-6344-B instances were confiscated, and were brought into custody or amnestized on a case by case basis. Traffic to the website sharply declined shortly after, resulting in fewer purchases.
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Addendum-04, Shutdown: After removing the majority of the network's servers, the location of the main server of Shutter's Box was traced to the premises of The Harwick Zoological Institute, an abandoned zoo in Christchurch, New Zealand. Beta-8 was deployed to the area.
[PoI-3773 sits at their desk. Most of the furniture in the room is gone. PoI-3773 leans a hand against their cheek as they inspect the contents of the album. PoI-3773 accidentally bumps their leg against a trash can, now completely filled with empty jars.]
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[PoI-3773 glances at the trash can and becomes visibly disgusted. They photograph the trash can with SCP-6344; the trash can vanishes. PoI-3773 removes SCP-6344-A and inserts it into a plastic zip tie bag filled with other SCP-6344-A instances. The words "MOVING" is written on it in black marker.]
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[PoI-3773 resumes reading the album as they caress SCP-6344. Gleam enters the office, its back still cracked. PoI-3773's posture tenses.]
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Gleam: Just wanted to drop by… I see you took care of packing. That camera's something else. Certainly better than this dirty old thing, right?
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[Gleam gestures to the bindle they're carrying. PoI-3773 remains silent, massaging one of their arms.]
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Gleam: I told them that I slipped and fell over. The 'bruise' will take time to heal, but that's what it is, a bruise. I know you didn't mean it… I'm sorry what happened to our associates, I know how much they meant to you.
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[PoI-3773 remains silent.]
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Gleam: …The shuttle's going to arrive soon, I'm wondering if you want to tag along. It'll be a long ride, we can… take our time, just talk, it doesn't matter. We can…
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[PoI-3773 remains silent as they rub the album.]
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Gleam: I'll be by the docks if you change your mind. [Gleam turns away.]
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PoI-3773: You're right.
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Gleam: [Turns around.] I beg your pardon?
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PoI-3773: You were right… I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.
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[Gleam pauses, then climbs onto the desk. Gleam sets down their bindle and grasps PoI-3773's hands.]
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Gleam: So we're finally talking about this? Why now?
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PoI-3773: I… had trouble accepting… until now.
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Gleam: About the downsizing?
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[PoI-3773 shakes their head.]
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Gleam: No? Hm… then it has to be about what I said about morons, right?
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[PoI-3773 nods.]
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Gleam: Alright… I've been around for a long time. I've seen all kinds of characters, but never one that actually likes the light, much less want to live in it. You could easily stay at the guilds or at a Free Port. You wouldn't have to hide… or is there something I'm not getting?
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[PoI-3773 pauses, then turns on the laptop. A folder opens, displaying rows of documents. PoI-3773 gestures Gleam to the mouse.]
Gleam: These are government reports and news clippings. They're talking about things that line up if the Veil falls: mass imprisonment, conflict and panic. What am I reading?
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PoI-3773: My reward from The Tribes for working so hard.
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Gleam: These are dated years ago, but they never happened. But they don't look fake either… you're like Brown, aren't you? They pulled you from somewhere else.
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PoI-3773: …Would you believe me If I said I actually lived in a hive once?
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[PoI-3773 slides the album and opens it. Gleam scans the pages. PoI-3773 photographs the laptop with SCP-6344; the laptop vanishes.]
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PoI-3773: Well, I did. I was the queen too. I protected my subjects, looked over the hive… Sure it was predictable, but tolerable. I knew life was going to throw me a curveball sometime down the road but… it just happened out of nowhere! I grew up into this, and got too big. My subjects rejected me and… I had to go out on my own, but it didn't last long…
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Gleam: …They got you? [Gleam leans closer to the album.]
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PoI-3773: I didn't even know who they were at the time. I was a sitting duck! I literally walked into town and people freaked out — I could've died! They saved me alright… but they didn't help. I-I didn't even know how long I spent in that room. No sunlight, no fresh air, no people! It's just—
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[PoI-3773 suffers symptoms of a panic attack. Gleam wrap their stinger around their arm. PoI-3773 relaxes.]
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PoI-3773: I… I thought that was gonna be it… but then a miracle happened. They suddenly let us go. For once, the Veil actually wanted us to be part of the light. Of course not everyone was picked, but I got lucky. I finally saw the sun again. I could finally start over again. I was not going to waste the chance.
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PoI-3773: Of course, it wasn't easy. Like you said, the morons made a huge ruckus! So to calm them down, they got us to act as… spokespersons? Celebrities? I don't know what you call it but it was a public relations campaign. It was bizarre, but it worked. It worked.
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PoI-3773: They weren't so… adamant about us, at least not as before. I was finally able to enjoy what the world had to offer! Visiting the seven wonders of the world, going to the market and the movies without having to look over my shoulder for more than five seconds — I made friends, some of the best I ever knew. That's where I got this thing. [Gestures to SCP-6344.]
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Gleam: You got that from a friend? [PoI-3773 stares at Gleam, then takes a deep breath.]
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PoI-3773 One of my friends found it in a yard sale and wanted me to have it. I had to keep it a secret of course, it would've been confiscated otherwise. He passed a long time ago… he was the best friend I ever had.
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Gleam: …So that's why you wanted to be partners… what happened? How did you get here?
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PoI-3773: …I don't know. [PoI-3773 places a hand against the album.]
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PoI-3773: For god sake, I don't know! My memories were hazy, too chaotic. I was out and about in town, I think. And there was light… or was it an explosion? All I know is that I felt hot… and then I found myself in this place. [Turn to Gleam.] Your place.
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Gleam: …
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PoI-3773: It didn't take long to figure that out. I escaped, but I had nowhere to go… then I remembered back in my place, the MLF became public. I knew where one of their safehouses were.
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PoI-3773: They frisked me, drilled me with all sorts of questions, but eventually we came to an understanding once I told them my story. I was going to be smuggled into Free Port, but then I remembered the other people in the cages, how much power the Veil would gain in later years. I couldn't just stand by, not like last time… so I offered my services… and I joined. Remember when we first met?
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Gleam: By the training grounds I believe, it was quite something else.
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PoI-3773: Yep, those were the days. The camera really made the difference; we got a lot of people out some sticky situations, huh?
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Gleam: And you were the best at it.
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PoI-3773: Yep… but… I wanted to go bigger, I wanted to make a great impact. So I asked Brown if he could pull some strings, I worked my ass even harder… and that's how we got here.
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PoI-3773: I thought I could make lightning strike twice… but then the tribes showed me the docs and… I realized that the events weren't adding up. It diverged — too different for the timelines to align. I-I… I didn't know what — I thought I could make it work! There was promise! But… [Shudders.] In the end I couldn't salvage it. I failed. I didn't make a dent.
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Gleam: This is war, Pinch. It's not like the movies or documentaries, it takes time. A lot of time. Our work here may have soured at the end, but the data we collected here is what matters. The Front knows this model can be successful, perhaps after some fine tuning, we can improve, get us one step closer to the light.
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PoI-3773: The light? But you said it was a pipe dream?
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Gleam: I did. I still have doubts about the idea, but… [Gleam taps the album with its claw.] I definitely know it's not impossible. I don't know what lies ahead, but whatever happens… we'll do it together. That's my promise to you.
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PoI-3773: …Thank you [Smiles.] It means a lot.
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Gleam: I know.
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PoI-3773: Yeah… I think it's time to leave. We don't want to miss the shuttle.
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Gleam: Definitely. I think I'm going to do one final sweep then we'll-
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[Sirens in the area begin to blare, a large explosion echoes from up above. Gleam and PoI-3773 react with shock.]
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PoI-3773: What the hell? Are we under attack?!
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Gleam: I don't— maybe—
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[Elmer bursts into the room, visibly panicking.]
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Elmer: They're here! The Veil People are here!
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PoI-3773: What?! Who?!
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Elmer: Wardens! T-They've surrounded the building and they're coming in hot!
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Gleam: We can't fight that many — Shit! Pinch, you got enough film?
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PoI-3773: Yes, I think so! The nearest tunnel is by the restrooms!
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Gleam: Then that'll have to do! Come on people, let's move it! Go! Go!
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[Gleam and Elmer rushes out of the room. PoI-3773 stuffs the bag and album inside a backpack. PoI-3773 gives the room a quick glance, then follows after the two entities.]
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[Shouting, gunfire and the alarm is heard in the distance. MLF operatives either panic or are scrambling to pass weapons among themselves. PoI-3773, Gleam, and Elmer rush into a hallway; the building is shaken by another explosion. PoI-3773 picks up their pace]
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Gleam: Where next?!
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PoI-3773: A couple turns to the left, almost there!
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Elmer: Jesus, they keep pouring in! Are we even going to make it?!
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Gleam: Have some fucking faith! We're—
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[A flurry of gunshots is heard ahead of them. They stop to see an emerald camel limp around the corner collapsing to the ground, a sparkling green fluid leaking from their mouth. Gleam rushes around the edge of the corner; a clown and the glass humanoid is engaging in a firefight with several Beta-8 operatives. The operatives' uniforms are wrapped in a highly-reflective substance.]
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[The two entities eliminate the operatives and turn to PoI-3773, who gestures to them to follow.]
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PoI-3773: Hurry! We don't have much time.
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[All four entities follow PoI-3773 to the gift shop, PoI-3773 points to the door.]
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PoI-3773: The tunnel's in there! It's under one of the shelves.
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[The clown reaches for the door but it is kicked open by a Beta-8 member. The member fires at the clown's stomach. The clown stumbles back and falls to the floor. More Beta-8 members appear. Elmer panics and pulls a vending machine to the floor. PoI-3773 attempts to photograph them but is forced to take cover behind the vending machine with the rest of the entities.]
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[The operatives fire at the vending machine. The entities retaliate with PoI-3773 and the glass humanoid using their firearms to return fire. As the operatives approach the vending machine, they notice that the clown is still alive and is smiling brightly at them; the clown's nose glows intensely.]
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[One of the operatives fires a shotgun at the clown's nose. The surrounding area spontaneously combusts, narrowly missing the entities. The operatives' scream, then go silent. The vending machine catches on fire, igniting PoI-3773's backpack in the process. PoI-3773 panics.]
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PoI-3773: No, no! Fuck where's the zipper!?
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[POI-3773 frantically tries to open the backpack, but is unsuccessful; they scream when their arm is burned, and Gleam pulls them away. The sounds of marching footsteps become audible where the entities entered previously.]
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Gleam: No time! It's long gone!
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[PoI-3773 stares at the backpack for a moment, clenching their arm tightly before following Gleam. Elmer looks back at the gift shop.]
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Elmer: How'd they get in there? Did they find the tunnels?!
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Gleam: We have to assume they have, that limits our options quite a bit.
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Elmer: How are we gonna escape without any tunnels then?! Pinch?
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PoI-3773: …We keep running.
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Elmer: What?!
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PoI-3773: We keep running! There has to be an opening for somewhere, there's gotta be. There—
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[The entities and more Beta-8 operatives reach an intersection at the same time, both groups engage in combat. Although outnumbered, Gleam, PoI-3773 and the glass humanoid are able to withstand the assault. As Gleam continues to fire, their shiny appearance begins to fade, and begins to attack at a slower pace.]
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[PoI-3773 runs out of ammunition and resorts to photographing one of the operatives. The flash of light reflects off the tin foil and makes contact with a potted plant. The potted plant vanishes. PoI-3773 is visibly stunned.]
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PoI-3773: Did.. wha—
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[PoI-3773 hastily reloads another film into SCP-6344 as an operative rushes towards them; PoI-3773 turns around. Both PoI-3773 and Commander Chance freeze, momentarily maintaining eye contact with each other. Their posture indicates they are shocked. PoI-3773's arm automatically transforms.]
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[Commander Chance fires his firearm at PoI-3773, landing several shots in PoI-3773's shoulder. PoI-3773 screams, then embeds the spear-like appendage into his bicep, forcing him to drop the firearm. Commander Chance screams as well.]
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[PoI-3773 positions SCP-6344 at Commander Chance. He retaliates by punching PoI-3773 in the right eye; PoI-3773 is stunned and temporarily blinded. Commander Chance grabs SCP-6344 from PoI-3773's grasp as his arm shakes. He activates the shutter-release; PoI-3773 vanishes.]
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Gleam: No!
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[Before Commander Chance can remove SCP-6344-A, Gleam leaps onto him. Commander Chance screams as Gleam claws and stings his face. SCP-6344 falls to the ground but it is caught by Elmer, who hides behind a nearby pillar. Elmer rips SCP-6344-A; PoI-3773 remanifests.]
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PoI-3773: T-The— I—
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Gleam: You got photographed, Gleam's taking care of it. How— [Elmer gasps and stares at PoI-3773.]
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PoI-3773: How what?! What's… no.
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[PoI-3773 looks at their hands. PoI-3773 is immensely blurry, finer details of their appearance is hard to make out besides colors. Most of the operatives have been eliminated, the glass humanoid executes the second to last operative by propelling a thick stream of molten glass on them. PoI-3773 spots Gleam and reaches a hand out to them.]
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Gleam: We have it covered, just stay there… Pinch?
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[Gleam becomes distracted by PoI-3773. Commander Chance, now sustaining major laceration wounds on his neck and face, quietly pulls the pin on one of his grenades. PoI-3773 shrieks before a massive flash of light and debris cover the camera feed. The audio fails.]
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[The cloud dissipates: a pile of blood, viscera and diamond fragments has spread around the area. The glass humanoid and Elmer remain unharmed. PoI-3773 has fallen on the ground, and screams — a red blur spreads across the left arm. PoI-3773 stares at the source of the explosion, shakes uncontrollably, then faints.]
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[Elmer moves to PoI-3773 and attempts to wake them up. The glass humanoid gestures Elmer to follow. Elmer stares at the crystals, then holds onto PoI-3773 and SCP-6344. All entities flee the area.]
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[Camera footage takes place within one of the women's bathrooms: crates and ammo caches are placed around the room. Gleam and the glass humanoid burst through the room. Elmer sets PoI-3773's body on the ground then closes and seals the door with their own glue.]
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Elmer: Please, please… stay with me here.
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[Elmer covers PoI-3773's left arm in glue. Elmer paces around the room. The glass humanoid opens a crate.]
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Elmer: What are you doing?!
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[The glass humanoid pulls out a shotgun and displays it to Elmer.]
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Elmer: We don't have the manpower, it won't work. We need to leave… [Looks up.] No, no no. the grates are too small, can't reach either. Think… think… thin—
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[Elmer spots one of the stalls. Elmer nods and looks at the glass humanoid.]
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Elmer: I want you to stand right there, and hold her in your arms… don't give me that look! Do it!
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[The glass humanoid hesitates for a moment, but follows Elmer's instructions. Elmer photographs both entities with SCP-6344 and they vanish. Elmer looks to bathroom mirrors, they have been graffitied on, removing their reflective qualities. Elmer sighs and looks at SCP-6344.]
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Elmer: Damn, can't photograph the camera after all. Pinch… our careers as photographers are over. God, please forgive me for this. I—
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[Loud banging is heard from the door. Elmer quickly inserts the SCP-6344-A instance into their body and enters the stall. Beta-8 rams the door open and enters the bathroom. One of the operatives points inside one of the stalls.]
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[ SCP-6344 is resting on the water tank of a toilet. The toilet had been flushed recently with Elmer nowhere in sight]
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SCP-6344 was recovered, alongside security camera footage installed in the building. PoI-3773's photo album was also recovered, however the majority of its contents were heavily damaged by fire, and all SCP-6344-A instances (if any) were inert. They are listed as follows:
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A mugshot of PoI-3773. PoI-3773 is wearing a Foundation jumpsuit holding a placard. The item number has been burnt off;
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An image of PoI-3773 and other humanoid anomalies being directed outside of Site-17's gate. Reporters and photographers are outside the entrance. It appears the image was cut from a newspaper;
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A photograph of PoI-3773 posing in front of the Grand Canyon, with several humans;
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A newspaper clipping of PoI-3773 sitting on a couch with British-American broadcaster, Jerry Springer. Much of the newspaper's words has been burnt off, but the word "VANGUARD" is visible;
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A photograph of PoI-3773 sitting on the floor besides an unwrapped present covered in glitter. PoI-3773 is holding SCP-6344. PoI-3773 looks to the left side of the photograph, which is burnt;
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A monochrome photograph of PoI-3773 leaning against a balcony. The angle of the picture was taken close to the floor;
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A monochrome photograph of PoI-3773 taking a selfie with Gleam. 'The reflections of Elmer and Granite are visible in the table. PoI-3773 appears visibly content.
Filename: Large_Empty_Room.jpg
+Name: Amaiurko frontoia.jpg
+Author: Amaiurko eskola
+License: CC BY-SA 4.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: Abandoned_Zoo.jpg
+Name: Abandoned Zoo Used to Hold Wild Animals.jpg
+Author: Edsel Little
+License: CC BY-SA 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
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Filename: Empty_Office.jpg
+Name: Empty offices (7847352434).jpg
+Author: Oregon Department of Transportation
+License: CC BY 2.0
+Source Link:Wikimedia Commons
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6551 is housed in a sound-proof avian enclosure at Biological Research Area-12. Assigned staff are to provide a twice-daily regimen of nutritional supplements, along with conducting weekly oiling of the wings and legs. Staff entering the enclosure for SCP-6551's oilings and the collecting of released materials are to wear noise-canceling headphones.
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An array of previously excreted parts is located in a locker next to SCP-6551's enclosure.
+
Description: SCP-6551 is a clockwork recreation of a common Columba livia (pigeon). The outer body is constructed from a taxidermied deceased pigeon, while its insides are a collection of unknown copper mechanisms1.
+
There is no way to get a clearer understanding of SCP-6551's inner workings without the commencement of a full disassembly. This process has been denied by Area-12's head animal handler, Prof. Laura Herdman.
+
X-ray analysis conducted shortly after feeding has aided in the documenting of SCP-6551's digestive process. All materials fed to SCP-6551 are sent to a pocket of leather in its center, the materials then meld together to form 1-62 new gears, belts, and other such mechanical structures. SCP-6551 will then excrete an equal number of old parts and replace them with the newly formed devices.
+
SCP-6551 does not coo, instead constantly3 using the music box located in its "throat" to play slow lullaby melodies.
+
Music played by SCP-6551 is mainly original compositions, although AIC assigned to listen through the audio have found recognizable tunes being played such as Rock-a-bye Baby, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star/Baa Baa Black Sheep, and Hush Little Baby.
+
When a subject hears SCP-6551's melody and there are no subjects already under its effect, they will fall into a trance-like state. This trance consists of the following symptoms:
+• Breathing becoming calm and slow
+• The closing of the eyes
+• Lying down
+• Inability to move or speak
+• Self-sustainment causing the body to cease aging
+
Although this state appears to an outside observer as sleep, testing has shown the afflicted subject is still fully aware of their surroundings and is functioning at full brain capacity.
+
Addendum 6551.1 Discovery:
+SCP-6551 was discovered in the Ritsurin Garden4. During recovery, the entity was tracked back to its nest underneath a red bridge5 in the northeast corner of the garden. Along with the anomaly, a young girl appearing to be around the age of 7 was found under the bridge, her clothes showing signs of massive deterioration. The child was suffering from severe PTSD and was unable to communicate with interviewers. The only info successfully gathered from her was that the bird had been a gift from her parents that she took out into a patch of uninhabited forest to play with. A search for any living biological relatives returned no results. She was then amnesticised and released into the care of retired researcher Yui Iwashita.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6604-1, -2, and -3 must be contained individually within separate Class-2 Containment-Storage lockers at sites 12, 14, 15, 17, or 19. At no time should two or more instances be kept in the same locker.
+
SCP-6604-3 is to be kept in Site-19 Reserved Anomalous Items (RAI) locker No. 4344, along with instances SCP-6604-3-1 through -3-19. SCP-6604-5 instances must be kept in Site-17's Primary Replicas Locker.
+
All SCP-6604 instance usage and testing must be approved by Level-3 or Level-4 administrative command before proceeding. SCP-6604-3 and three (or fewer) instances of SCP-6604-5 are to be provided to the subject upon request during interviewing processes and passive communication periods between SCP-6604 instances and Foundation staff.
+
Description: SCP-6604 is a blanket designation given to five conjoining items/item duplicates:
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SCP-6604-1 — A fedora made of porcelain-white wool felt with a black sleeve at the base. Aside from assisting the Ekurcho Rho process, this item has no known anomalous abilities.
+
SCP-6604-2 — A Colt.45 Model 1911 semi-automatic pistol with unusual engravings and cache wood handle plates.
+
SCP-6604-3 — An unusual cigar humidor engraved with unintelligible text thought to be written in Latin and containing 19 regular Havana-imported Hav-A-Tampa cigars labeled "1" through "19." None of the cigars, nor the humidor, have been tested.There are no known anomalous abilities in the cigars or the container humidor.
+
SCP-6604-4 — An externally regular onyx-colored overcoat set with a diamond-platinum stickpin in the shape of an unidentified four-legged animal. This overcoat has no outright anomalous effects, but it is assumed to keep the wearer perfectly thermally insulated.
+
SCP-6604-5 — 44 (recovered/known) gold-rimmed crystal drinking glasses, numbered "1" through "44," with overlay white flora designs. Brief testing revealed that these drinking glasses cannot shatter.
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SCP-6604.
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When instances SCP-6604-1, -4, and any other instances are placed within a 13-meter radius with no physical barricades on their horizontal plane, the objects become post-positively buoyantlevitate. Over the course of four seconds, the objects will align to create the appearance of a transparent, mildly overweight adult male standing 1.8 meters tall. The elapse of this process is known as Ekurcho Rho. SCP-6604 is the name given to the sentient coalition of SCP-6604 instances.
+
This group of instances is capable of human speech, which is delivered in a proper-English, Broolynese accent. Although preliminary testing indicates that the figure presented is not tangible, the tethered SCP-6604 instances appear to act in unison.
+
History: From 1920 to 1933, Alphonse (Al) Capone's Chicago Outfit provided a predetermined, though unknown, amount of alcoholic substances such as beer and wine to staff and management at local SCP Foundation facilities in exchange for legal assurance and partial legal immunity. During this time, the Chicago Outfit aided the Foundation's growing efforts by reporting anomalies discovered by the criminal organization to Foundation staff. Though unconfirmed, it is speculated that during this time, Capone would keep anomalous objects discovered for himself before turning them in to Foundation hands due to the effects instilled within the SCP-6604 instances.As confirmed by recorded confession, Capone would acquire and preserve undesignated anomalies for himself during his partnership with the SCP Foundation. The anomalies used to improve Capone's items, which are now SCP-6604 instances, are unknown.
+
Allegations of anomaly smuggling were leveled against the Chicago Outfit in 1930-1931. During this time, relations between the parties deteriorated exponentially, with increased hostility occurring during alcohol transactions. During a transaction delivery (ID:445f) in December 1931, Capone ordered a metal bat from an accompanying accomplice and proceeded to strike Proceedings Manager Karl Philipson. The strike made direct contact with the temple, resulting in an immediate hemorrhage stroke. Capone allegedly continued to beat the individual until he died from cardiac arrest. As a result of this occurrence, the Foundation revoked its legal guarantee to the Chicago outfits.
+
Although unconfirmed, it is suggested that agents working for the SCP Foundation notified the Internal Revenue Service of Capone's unknown tax evasion practices. Regardless, Capone was arrested in May 1932 for 22 counts of tax evasion.
+
Capone died on Palm Island in early 1947, eight years after his 11-year incarceration, of unknown* causes. "Fine Della Strada," a plan to assassinate Capone with ricin-implanted cigars, was launched as a result of Capone being suspected of leaking Foundation information to outsiders. Following Capone's assassination, the Foundation Concealment Department falsified medical records and testimonies to suggest a history of untreated syphilis.
+
Incident Preliminary: (08/19/85) Interview between Researcher Ricky Burkswood and SCP-6604. Recovered from damaged audio archive, Ocula-46.
Dr. Ricky Burkswood enters the room where SCP-6604 is already seated, having finished a previous interview. Burkswood sits parallel to the subject.
+
Burkswood: "Hey there."
+
SCP-6604: "Hey."
+
Burkswood reaches out his hand.
+
Burkswood: "How does this work? Can people not touch you and you can touch them or what?"
+
SCP-6604: "Your tie is- well- tied wrong.."
+
Burkswood: "Oh, oh my god, it is. That's embarrassing."
+
Burkswood adjusts his tie, reaching his hand back out. SCP-6604's arm lifts and appears to shake Burkswood's hand.
+
Burkswood: "That feels so odd. It's like- like when you touch a part of your body that's numb and your numb part can't feel anything but your finger can feel it. You know that feeling?"
+
SCP-6604: "Uhm. No. Is there a reason I was assembled?"
+
Burkswood: "Of course. I have them right-"
+
Burkswood reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded paper.
+
Burkswood: "-here. Firstly, we- I- we are interested in understanding how y'know- you got your abilities."
+
SCP-6604: "Gonna have to be more specific than that, compagno. As far as I'm concerned, I should be dead."
+
Burkswood: "According to your records, your family reported your anomalous properties in the 60s. However, we're sure you attained these abilities prior to your death. Maybe you even- uh- smuggled anomalies and tested them out yourself."
+
SCP-6604 laughs briefly.
+
SCP-6604: "What? Like some mom-and-pop Foundation? Give me a break."
+
Burkswood: "Well these accusations have stood against you since before your death."
+
SCP-6604: "You accusing me of breaking my alliance with the Foundation, tough guy?"
+
Burkswood: "What! No, sir- I mean- SCP-6604- we just don't have an answer as to your anomalous properties and considering you had connections with the Foundation and y'know sketchy practices- it was just accused and nobody disproved it."
+
SCP-6604: "What do you mean sketchy practices, ay? I done nothin'!"
+
Burkswood: "I'm just saying you had- uh- were pretty notorious for being kinda untrustworthy with the Valentine's Day Massacre and your battings and-"
+
SCP-6604: "Ay! Where's your evidence, Wayne Wheeler? I never did none of that stuff. My only crime was being too good at my job. And that's providing the US citizens a valuable commodity."
+
Burkswood: "Sure, of course."
+
SCP-6604: "This isn't going anywhere."
+
Burkswood: "I'm sorry, sir- I mean- uh- yeah-"
+
SCP-6604: "You know what, I'll cut you off right there. This rooms taping system is down so you can stop playing dress-up."
+
Burkswood: "Ah."
+
SCP-6604: "Now listen, if I could figure you're working for the Insurgency, chances are anyone could."
+
Burkswood rises from his chair defensively.
+
SCP-6604: "I haven't even let you in on it, yet. Sit down, speedy."
+
Burkswood sits back down.
+
SCP-6604: "I'll clue you in. But you can't tell a person. I don't care if you 'don't do spy shit anymore.'"
+
Burkswood: "And what will you do about it?"
+
SCP-6604: "You know what I'm capable of. Listen here: tomorrow during my commons period you're going to be there, m'kay?"
+
Burkswood: "Why me?"
+
SCP-6604: "Tomorrow, when you're there, and you will be, you will get me my pistol. It's stored at this site and only requires Level-3 clearance to access."
+
Burkswood: "Of which I possess."
+
SCP-6604: "You will be there with my pistol."
+
Burkswood: "I thought the plan was not to kill anyone."
+
SCP-6604: "You're going to walk over to my table in the commons, place the pistol in my pocket, and leave. Then what you will do is head over to the Euclid containment zone and breach an entity in there."
+
Burkswood: "Hey! I thought the plan was not to kill anyone."
+
SCP-6604: "Don't interrupt me, I won't use the pistol if I don't need to. Anyways, you will have a 15 minute period. The cameras will be down. This will distract the site's security and I will escape. The Euclid containment zone is on the opposite size of the facility as the Entrance zone. It is an easy dodge."
+
Burkswood: "You won't even be able to leave the site! You don't have a bloody keycard!"
+
SCP-6604: "Bold of you to assume. Don't let down."
+
At this moment, Burkswood is reprehensible.
+
Burkswood: "What is the motive here?"
+
SCP-6604: "A little birdy told me the real reason I died. I was murdered by the SCP Foundation. And get this: over an accusation that I was spilling information. Can you blame me for wanting out? They build me up like a toy and deconstruct me day to day whenever they deem it necessary and you're asking what my motive is?"
+
Burkswood: "Well now-"
+
SCP-6604: "Minimal casualties. Nobody will know. Now what you're going to do is walk over to the voice box, unmute it, and say this interview has concluded. Capeesh?"
+
Burkswood: "And what will you do if I don't comply?"
+
SCP-6604: "Well then you'll be killed. If I'm lucky, I'll even do it myself."
+
Burkswood rises once more and walks over to the voice box, muttering into it. Burkswood exits the room as guards enter to deconstruct SCP-6604.
+
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8:40 AM
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+Incident 6604-Septimum: (08/20/85) SCP-6604 Class-Cossier containment breach event log. Compiled curtesy of the Department of Interrogation.
+
SCP-6604 sits perched in the Site-17 commons area for a consecutive 20 minutes when Dr. Ricky Burkswood appears.
+
Burkswood: "Hello, SCP-6604."
+
SCP-6604: "To what do I owe the pleasure."
+
Burkswood: "I thought I'd get you lunch."
+
SCP-6604: "Hm, thanks.."
+
Burkswood leans in, whispering in his ear.
+
Burkswood: "I couldn't just slip a gun into your pocket. The pistol is in the plastic milk jug."
+
SCP-6604: "Well then."
+
Burkswood: "Good day to you, SCP-6604. I shall be off now."
+
SCP-6604: "Damn well you should."
+
Burkswood departs and SCP-6604 remains seated for some time.
+
SCP-6604: "What the fuck is he up to?"
+
Another moment passes before the breach alarms are announced. Then, SCP-6604 rips ajar the plastic milk jug, gripping SCP-6604-2 within. Fiddling with the pistol as personnel retreat the commons, the subject conceals the pistol and advances out of the left wing of the commons.
+
SCP-6604: "A good man."
+
SCP-6604 struts down the halls before exiting camera view.
+
+
11:59 AM
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+2/2
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11:46 AM
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Camera EuCZ-12 Ershella
+
Footage — CCTV
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(11:46 AM) — Motion Detected
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1 humanoid individual
+
Black, white, green palette
+
22 seconds on camera
+
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(11:48 AM) — Motion Detected
+
+
Object unidentified (too small for recognition)
+
Yellow/grey
+
0.031 seconds on camera
+
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(11:48 AM) — Motion Detected
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Object unidentified (too small for recognition)
+
Yellow/grey
+
0.037 seconds on camera
+
+
(11:47 AM) — Disruption Detected
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Unknown disruption
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Camera deactivated
+
Disruption elapsed 15:00 minutes
+
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(12:02 PM) — Motion Detected
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2 humanoid individuals
+
Palette unidentified
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47 seconds on camera
+
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(12:03 PM) — Motion Detected
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1 humanoid individual
+
12 object unidentified (Too small for recognition)
+
Palette unidentified
+
30 seconds on camera
+
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(12:05 AM) — Disruption Detected
+
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Physical disruption
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Camera damaged
+
Disruption elapsed —
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12:05 PM
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+Incident Subsequent: (08/24/85) Interrogation between Interrogator Mason Ausher and Researcher Ricky Burkswood. Recorded for the Factotum Assembly.
+
Dr. Ricky Burkswood is brought into the interrogation room, accompanied by two guards, where Mr. Mason Ausher is already seated, files splayed across the table.
+
Ausher: "Please. Take a seat."
+
Burkswood: "Beginning of the end so soon, huh."
+
Ausher: "Give me a break. I have some quick questions about the recent breach. I understand you're in mourning but we truly do need your insight. And again, I'm sorry for your loss. He was quite the staff member."
+
Burkswood: "Truly."
+
Ausher: "The first order of business, to be blunt, is noting your location at the time of the breach."
+
Burkswood: "Why is my input relevant?"
+
Ausher: "Please comply and this will be better for the both of us."
+
Burkswood: "Alright. Location… uh… site lavatory, the communal one."
+
Ausher: "Why?"
+
Burkswood: "Is there a problem with me taking a shit at work?"
+
Ausher: "Not at all. We just find your claim problematic considering testimonies confirming your leave from the commons prior to the breach."
+
Burkswood: "The lavatory is near the commons."
+
Ausher: "The Euclid Containment Zone isn't."
+
Burkswood raises his head to face Ausher, previously appearing uninterested.
+
Burkswood: "And?"
+
Ausher: "And- is this not you?"
+
Ausher pulls a photograph out of his folder, depicting Burkswood on CCTV footage.
+
Ausher: "Good ol' reliable Ershella. This is you in the Euclid Containment Zone just minutes before the breach, as you can guess, in the Euclid Containment Zone. So, is there an explanation?"
+
Burkswood: "I was running a power check at this time. Unfortunate for the circumstances, the power broker is in that specific containment zone."
+
Ausher: "Interesting."
+
Burkswood: "Now, can I go?"
+
Ausher: "Not just yet. I'd like to tell you a tale. Purely fictional."
+
Burkswood: "A tale? Is this necessary?"
+
Ausher: "There is this wolf who is wearing the costume of a sheep. He hides amongst all the sheep but one day, he lunges at another sheep and sinks his teeth into it, killing it. Now all the other sheep are horrified, nobody saw the act. However, one man did: a friend of the wolf. That friend, through some light encouragement, spilled. Then, that wolf was found and tried and executed. The end."
+
Burkswood: "I don't get it. Truly."
+
Ausher: "Your friend, Dr. Olein, told us everything."
+
Burkswood: "I guess there's no playing coy, huh."
+
Ausher grabs a blank slate of paper from his folder, handing it to Burkswood.
+
Ausher: "I expect a complete confession within 30 minutes, both concerning your conspiracy with the escaped anomaly and the rigged breach. Nobody will give a shit when you're executed, but we need a log."
+
Ausher rises from his seat and exits the room.
+
Connor: "Now what do to about Olein?"
+
Ausher: "Have him killed quietly. His involvement is questionable at the least and and absolute at most."
+
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7:11 PM
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+2/2
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12:13 PM
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Public Announcement
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+
Recent events at Site-17 resulted in a staged Euclid-class breach, which resulted in 12 - 14 casualties and two breached anomalies, one of which is still missing from containment both of which were successfully contained and autopsies were performed. Instead, perpetrator Ricky Burkswood was convicted and executed for his atrocity. An investigation into the motivation for this event is still ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6719 is to be allowed free reign around Containment Area-111 between 9AM and 5PM for work under the Department of Applied Horology.1 Level 2 clearance2 has been granted for this purpose. SCP-6719 has no dietary restrictions. It is also to be allowed a two-week excursion to Site-169 every three months, or at the discretion of Doctor Najlaa Darwish.3
+
Description: SCP-6719 is an arthropod resembling a larval stage of an unidentified species of beetle. It is abnormally large, roughly two feet tall while fully flat on the floor. DNA testing of the anomaly has revealed that it is closely related to the Magicicada cassini,4Nicrophorus americanus,5 and multiple species of myriapods.6
+
SCP-6719 is also extremely intelligent, being equivalent to about an adult human. It has been shown to be able to comprehend English text through its ability to form complex words in writing and interest in reading. It is in the process of being taught Arabic by Dr. Darwish, a member of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division and its primary researcher. SCP-6719 has also been noted to release various pheromones in different emotional states.
+
Addendum 6719.1: Behavioral Log Prior To AEED Intervention
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+
Preface: The research team of SCP-6719 holds various concerns with its recent behavior. It has recently been pacing its containment chamber, as well as being unwilling to burrow into the dirt. SCP-6719 has been noted to be eating less each day and trying to climb onto staff. The following is a log of attempts to find the root of this behavior.
+
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Test 1: SCP-6719 was given a slice of pepperoni.
+Result: Slightly increased activity for the day. Results could not be replicated.
+
Test 2: SCP-6719 was given a ball.
+Result: It began playing, with an uptick in general activity and food consumption, becoming disinterested after two hours. Results could not be replicated.
+
Test 3: Junior Researcher Daniels entered the chamber.
+Result: When Rsr. Daniels grabbed the ball to retrieve it, SCP-6719 began crawling onto his leg. It stopped its upwards ascent upon reaching his coat pocket, grabbing a pen from him in its mouth and scurrying away. After about ten minutes, it began writing on the walls. When finished, it spelled out, "HI DOCTORS."
+
Commentary: Formal request for Anomalous Entity Engagement Division intervention in containment. We believe SCP-6719 holds some form of sapience.
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Addendum 6719.2: Interview One
+
+
Interviewed: SCP-6719
+
Interviewer: Dr. Najlaa Darwish
+
Foreword: Conducted entirely via writing on SCP-6719's end.
+
+
«Begin Log»
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Darwish (Written): Hello!
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SCP-6719: HI DOCTOR, HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
+
Darwish (Written): I'm doing good, how are you?
+
SCP-6719: NOT VERY WELL LATELY. I FEEL THAT THIS ENVIRONMENT MOCKS ME.
+
Darwish (Written): How so?
+
SCP-6719: I FEEL INTELLECTUALLY STUNTED, LIKE I HAVE BEEN TREATED AS AN ANIMAL MORE THAN I AM A THINKING, FEELING THING. IT IS GOOD THAT I WAS ABLE TO CAUSE A REALIZATION OF MY SAPIENCE.
+
Darwish (Written): Well, you're more verbose than I was expecting.
+
SCP-6719: I AM ONLY THE MOST VERBOSE OF MY ILK, AS WELL AS THE LARGEST.
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Darwish (Written): Oh, I've read all about you. I'm here to help you however I can, what can I do for y
+
(Darwish drops his pencil at this point.)
+
Darwish (Spoken): Fuck.
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SCP-6719: DO YOU ALL SPEAK WITH SUCH ACCURSED LANGUAGE? YOU ARE NOT A SAILOR.
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Darwish (Spoken): Oh, wait. Do you understand me?
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SCP-6719: DO I UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE OF SHAKESPEARE AND TOLKIEN? YES, YES I DO. YOU MUST MISTAKE ME FOR A FOOL, DOCTOR.
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Darwish (Spoken): Well, I guess this makes the interview easier. I wasn't sure if you could understand spoken English. As I was saying, what could I do for you to make you feel at home?
+
SCP-6719: CLEAN MY HOME OF PESTS. IT FEELS LIKE THE WILDERNESS.
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Darwish (Spoken): So, keep the dirt, get rid of the bugs?
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SCP-6719: AYE.
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Darwish (Spoken): Well, alright then. I would've expected you liked your home a bit dirty.
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SCP-6719: THAT IS A HARMFUL STEREOTYPE ABOUT ARTHROPODS, ESPECIALLY TO THOSE AS GIFTED AS I.
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Darwish (Spoken): Riiight. Well, what else can we do?
+
SCP-6719: I WISH FOR AN INTELLECTUAL PARTNER, OR SOMETHING TO STIMULATE MY SENSES. BOOKS. BOOKS TOO. MANY BOOKS. MY FAVORITES ARE THE DUNE SERIES. I CONNECT TO LETO THE SECOND.
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Darwish (Spoken): Noted! We can certainly get you some books too. Very reasonable requests, really. One thing, though, how do you know about Dune?
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SCP-6719: I HAVE READ THINGS BEFORE YOUR ORGANIZATION TOOK ME IN, YOU KNOW. I HAD A LIFE.
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Darwish (Spoken): Oh, I suppose that makes sense.
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SCP-6719: ONE MORE THING.
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Darwish (Spoken): Only one? I was expecting three wishes too.
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SCP-6719: I WISH TO HAVE A WATCH.
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Darwish (Spoken): A— A watch? Why?
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SCP-6719: TO TINKER WITH, IN MY MOMENTS OF BOREDOM.
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Darwish (Spoken): I can't guarantee an expensive or working watch, you know. Is digital okay, just preemptively?
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SCP-6719: ANY WATCH IS ACCEPTABLE. TIMEKEEPING IS MY PREROGATIVE, AND I WILL MAKE IT WORK.
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Darwish (Spoken): Very presumptuous, but alright. I'll see you later with all your cool home upgrades.
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«End Log»
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Closing Statement: Dr. Darwish was able to procure the requested changes to containment, as well as a small collection of books for SCP-6719. Noted uptick in activity, notably with it reading around 60% of the books provided in two days.
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Addendum 6719.3: Interview Two
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Interviewed: SCP-6719
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Interviewer: Dr. Najlaa Darwish
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Foreword: Dr. Darwish is speaking throughout the interview.
+
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«Begin Log»
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(SCP-6719 takes a moment to cease tinkering on the broken analog watch it holds in two of its legs, writing with another two.)
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SCP-6719: HI AGAIN, DOCTOR. I AM GLAD YOU GAVE ME THIS. I ENJOY TIMEKEEPING, AND THIS IS VERY ENGAGING.
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Darwish: Hello again, little guy. You can call me Dr. Darwish if you'd like, or Najlaa.
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SCP-6719: IS THAT SPELLED NAJLAA.
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Darwish: Yeah. Good job.
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SCP-6719: IT IS A NICE NAME. WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
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Darwish: One who has beautiful large eyes. It's a bit ironic for me, since—
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SCP-6719: YOU WEAR GLASSES.
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Darwish: God, do you write fast. But yes, that's right.
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(SCP-6719 makes a few adjustments to the watch, as it closes up the back and looks at the clock on the wall.)
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SCP-6719: IS THAT CLOCK ACCURATE?
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Darwish: I believe so, are you done with it?
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(SCP-6719 twists the knob on the watch, setting the time on it in sync with the clock.)
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SCP-6719: PERFECT. THAT SHOULD LAST A WHILE. WOULD YOU LIKE A WATCH, DOCTOR?
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Darwish: I suppose. I appreciate it.
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(Dr. Darwish puts on the watch, checking the time against the clock.)
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SCP-6719: I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING, DOCTOR. CAN YOU GIVE ME A NAME?
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Darwish: You'd like something other than your designation?
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SCP-6719: I WANT YOU TO NAME ME SOMETHING. I HAVE NOT HAD A REAL NAME BEFORE.
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Darwish: Well, how about—
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(Darwish pauses for a moment to think.)
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Darwish: Habib.
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SCP-6719: WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
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Darwish: It's an affectionate term. I enjoy our talks, Habib, and that's why I'm giving it to you.
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SCP-6719: YOU DO?
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Darwish: Why else would I be in this job? You're fun to talk to.
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SCP-6719: … I APPRECIATE IT NAJLAA. YOU ARE A FINE INTELLECTUAL PARTNER.
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Darwish: That brings me to the next order of business, actually. Do you have any complaints? Requests?
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SCP-6719: ANOTHER WATCH AND MORE BOOKS. I AM ALMOST FINISHED READING THE SIX BOOK SAGA OF FRANK HERBERT AND I DO NOT WISH TO BE LEFT WITH NOTHING ELSE. CLASSICAL IS APPRECIATED IF YOU CAN MANAGE.
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Darwish: If we have anything in abundance here, we have books.
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SCP-6719: … ACTUALLY, I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD LET ME WALK AROUND THE FACILITY WITH YOU.
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Darwish: I'm not sure. I'll have to take it up with some of the higher-ups, but we'll try, alright?
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SCP-6719: THANK YOU.
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«End Log»
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Closing Statement: SCP-6719 is allowed to walk the halls of Containment Area-111 under discretion from Dr. Darwish.
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Addendum 6719.4: Observations
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With express permission from SCP-6719, Dr. Darwish has compiled observations about its behavior.
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Under the three weeks that the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division has worked with SCP-6719, its behavior has notably improved.
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According to Dr. Darwish, "Habib has shown exceptional ability with timekeeping devices and repair of such. He also has an exceptional internal clock, measuring time down to the second with only a millisecond or so of error."
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Observation by other teams has revealed the same, SCP-6719 is able to fix 99% of clockworks given to it.
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With the understaffing of the Department of Applied Horology, SCP-6719 could serve the Foundation with its skill in this niche field. An interview with Department Head Dr. Francis Own has been set up to test SCP-6719's capabilities. Dr. Darwish will be observing the interview.
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Addendum 6719.5: Position Interview
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«Begin Log»
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(Doctor Francis Own, led by Doctor Najlaa Darwish, enter SCP-6719's chamber. A table has been set up for SCP-6719 to write on.)
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Darwish: Habib, come out. Dr. Own is here to talk to you.
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(SCP-6719 crawls out of a rather large burrow, bending the front half of its body upwards to shake Dr. Own's hand with four of its own.)
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Own: Ahh. Hello. Habib, is it?
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Darwish: The first thing you need to know about your potential hire is that he can only talk by writing.
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(Darwish places a piece of paper and a pen on the table.)
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SCP-6719: HELLO DOCTOR OWN, IT IS ONE OF LIFE'S SIMPLE PLEASURES TO MEET YOU AND GET THIS OPPORTUNITY.
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Own: Much of the same. Though, if we hire you, we're going to have to figure out this communication situation.
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(Own rubs his forehead for a moment, before looking back to SCP-6719.)
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Own: Will you use a text to speech device?
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SCP-6719: WHATEVER MAKES IT EASIER FOR ME TO LET MY MUSINGS BE HEARD, DOCTOR.
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Own: Good, good. Would you like a watch?
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SCP-6719: I HAVE MANY ALREADY. YOU WOULD SIMPLY BE ADDING TO MY EVERGROWING COLLECTION.
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(Own places a broken watch on the table, smiling at SCP-6719.)
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Own: Go on, Habib. I want to see this in person.
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(SCP-6719 grabs the watch, feeling it before opening the back and closely examining the clockwork. It adjusts a gear and a screw, closing the back and synchronizing the time with the clock on the wall.)
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Own: Well, that's all I need. Consider yourself a member of the Applied Horology department, Habib.
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Darwish: … Is there a secret test he hasn't done yet, or?
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(Own sighs, looking at Darwish with a frown.)
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Own: Do you know how hard it is to hire people for the Department? Everyone wants to be part of the cool departments, everyone just loves pataphysics and making expensive eigenmachines! We need people to run the clocks.
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(Own shakes SCP-6719's hand again.)
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Own: I'll email Darwish if we need to contact you. Might require a few commutes to Site-2187 for your work, so keep on your toes. I'll send you the Orientation video, but you're hired.
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SCP-6719 has been a valued member of the Department of Applied Horology and Containment Area-111 staff for six months. Staff are recommended to use a name that SCP-6719 enjoys, such as: Habib, Dr. Habib, Mr. Doctor, or Dr. Herbert.
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation AICs are to keep a running identification algorithm for any mention of SCP-6786 across the infosphere, namely targeting shadow directories, private chatrooms, and Discord servers. The location of an SCP-6786 copy is to be sent to MTF-KAPPA-43 for immediate retrieval and destruction of said instance alongside the amnestization of its former owner.
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A copy of SCP-6786 is stored within a flash drive in a secure containment locker within the archives of Site-43. Attempts to contain pirated and backroom copies of the program continue.
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Description: SCP-6786 is a limited-run documentary series, entitled Invasive Nature, produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GOI-5889). The series focuses on the effects of humans on animal life and ecosystems, particularly those of an anomalous nature. SCP-6786 comprises four episodes focusing on varying locations, each approximately an hour long.
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SCP-6786-1 is the classification of SCP-6786's "Narrator." They resemble a human male dressed in a white shirt, khaki shorts and vest, hiking boots, and an oversized camping backpack across their shoulders. Their facial features change between each episode, resembling various known avian life forms. Their mouth does not move when speaking, but the range of eye movement and microexpressions have concluded that it is not a mask.
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SCP-6786 contains a memetic compulsion that grows as the subject watches the documentary. It seeds the individual's mind with support for environmentally focused governmental policies, anger at large companies' exploitation of natural environments/climate change denial, and finally, support and abetting of eco-terrorism.
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Secondly, SCP-6786 alters the area where the observer resides, with the area of effect expanding compared to how long the media is observed. The radius extends up to thirty-five kilometers if SCP-6786 is watched to completion. Sightings of entities colloquially classified as "cryptids" incrementally increase afterward. This effect is ongoing and has yet to have an observed plateau. The most significant increase in sightings in the shortest amount of time caused by SCP-6786 interference was 230 recorded calls to local police in under an hour in ███████, Oregon. MTF-Gamma-4 investigated and discovered that the sightings were not a memetic effect but an increase in anomalous species within the region. Containment attempts are ongoing.
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Discovery: SCP-6786 was first discovered following its appearance on the streaming platform Netflix on July 20th, 2024, before it proliferated to other streaming platforms. The Foundation was first made aware of the object when riots broke out in several towns with major oil, natural gas, or coal refineries present, coinciding with increased online and radio chatter involving sightings of anomalous entities on July 24th.
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Addendum 6786-1: Introduction
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The video opens with a figure dressed in a white shirt, khaki shorts and vest, hiking boots, and an oversized camping backpack across their shoulders. Their face resembles that of an owl. They stand in the middle of a dry creek bed, fallen trees splaying out behind them. The faint sound of chainsaws and motors can be heard in the distance.
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SCP-6786-1 :Nature. Beautiful, isn't she?
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A tree falls in the background.
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SCP-6786-1 :Idyllic. Peaceful.
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An excavator can be seen moving in the background. The word "Primera" can faintly be seen on the side.
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SCP-6786-1:Silently crying out for retribution against those who bleed her dry.
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More sounds of falling trees punctuate their sentence.
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SCP-6786-1:Nature exists in a careful balance, with lynchpins and complex webs intermingling to craft the living, beating heart of the biosphere.
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They turn so they appear to be looking back at the ongoing deforestation behind them.
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SCP-6786-1:Seems like she's in need of a triple bypass, don't you think?
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They laugh and turn back to the camera.
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SCP-6786-1:This four-part series will focus on a number of animal species attempting to make their way in this chaotic and changing world. It will examine the effects of environmental devastation, invasive species, and climate change and how they're doing their best to adapt to the shifting circumstances.
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Something massive barrels out of the woods in the distance and batters the excavator to the ground. The camera zooms in on the entity as it roars, bringing its full weight down on the machine. A titanic, almost cartoonishly proportioned hybrid moose and gorilla creature bellows at the sky as it moves to assault another piece of construction equipment.
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SCP-6786-1:What a beauty.
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More begin to appear out of the forest, racing into the wider logging encampment.
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SCP-6786-1:Looks like they're coming out to meet the new neighbors. I can't imagine they talked to the HOA about these renovations.
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A crane is seized by three of the entities and sent careening through a small building.
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SCP-6786-1:Let's hope there isn't anything flam-
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The building explodes in flames.
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SCP-6786-1:Oop!
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People can be seen scattering from the scene as smaller, possibly infant versions of the entities chase after them and poke them with sticks. In contrast, the larger entities begin dancing around the flaming building.
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SCP-6786-1:Oh, a family BBQ! How nice! They just had to clear out the little bugaboos. What was I…. Right! Invasive Species, who need them? They get everywhere, wreck everything, and steal your Postmates when your back is turned! So come watch this carefully curated cultured carnage of nature nixing nuisances!
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Excerpts from each episode have been transcribed below. Episode 3 is undergoing redaction due to momentary depictions of highly classified materials.
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Addendum 6786-2: Episode Excerpts
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Episode 1 Title Page
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Date: 03/20/2024
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[VIDEO BEGINS]
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The video opens with a wide shot of the Toledo Zoo. SCP-6786-1's face resembles that of a peacock
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The SCP-6786-1:You might be wondering, after that riveting opening speaking about the beautiful and embattled nature of well nature, why we are starting in a zoo in Ohio of all places. Well, there could be multiple answers, like draconian laws or Cincinnati chili! But you'd be wrong to think that friend.
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They reach up and apparently pat the camera. A clattering sound echoes from off-screen, and the camera refocuses on five shadowed figures moving toward the outer wall of the zoo.
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SCP-6786-1:We're here because zoos the world over have become the territory of a new and dangerously stupid invasive species.
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The camera changes angle suddenly, and it now follows five figures dressed in black, their faces either covered in camo paint or ski masks.
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SCP-6786-1:This small pack is part of what we most often call "Anti-Zooers." While it is true that Antis are far from a new phenomenon within the human condition, let alone this particular breed, with the shifting climate, they have grown emboldened, proliferating much more openly. Personally, I blame school lunches.
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The lead turns around, looking directly into the camera for a second, but is not able to notice it.
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Lead Anti: Are you ready to be legends, brothers and sisters?
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The others nod.
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Lead Anti: Right, who has the rope?
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The others look at each other and back in confusion.
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SCP-6786-1:As I said, emboldened yet far from enlightened. They certainly smell like they've been trying to get there, though.
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Lead Anti: Guys?
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Female Anti: I thought you were supposed to bring it, Jeremy.
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The leader, Jeremy, sputters.
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Jeremy: No, Mara. I allocated tasks to-did none of you look at the chore board?
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The rest shrug and shake their heads. He also pauses and looks back at Mara, specifically her shirt.
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Jeremy: Why are you wearing that?
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The camera zooms in, showing a "Primera TV" logo on her shirt.
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Mara: To… represent the c-
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Jeremy shakes his head violently, and she stops talking, drawing confused glances from the rest of the assembled Anti-Zoo members.
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Jeremy: To besmirch the name of our enemies with our good works—right, right. It slipped my mind.
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He leans into her and whispers.
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Jeremy: We're gonna talk about this later.
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Mara: I-
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Jeremy: Anyway, no one brought a rope?
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They all shake their heads again.
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Jeremy: Way to go, guys. You did a really great job. There was supposed to be this big mystery about—let's just hop the turnstiles. Ben's probably already lit the fuses by now.
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The Antis follow after him, moving towards the main gate leading into the zoo, but the one at the back speaks up.
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Last Anti: What about cameras? Also, shouldn't we not be saying our real names or something?
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Jeremy: We have nothing to hide, Phil. Our cause is righteous!
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The others nod, pump their fists, and follow after Jeremy without further questioning. The camera zooms in on Phil's face.
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Phil: But we're wearing masks.
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SCP-6786-1:Like lemmings, so the erroneous saying goes, they follow the leader towards a likely five-to-nine in a penitentiary. But one may have his wits about him. I think… he is here after all.
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They approach the turnstiles, crouching low to the ground, and the camera pans up to view a security camera looking right down at them.
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Jeremy: Hold!
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The others freeze suddenly, some numbing into the others.
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SCP-6786-1:Stealth does not come naturally to them. They are more used to being vocal, bellowing their truths into the uncaring air, awaiting an answer from those they know believe as they do. Rarely do they congregate in groups this large, in reality. Online is their true domain. Again, the smell is very telling.
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They wait in silence, some looking directly into the camera and not noticing it, while others anxiously tap their hands together/rub them on their pants.
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Mara: What's taking so long? Someone is going to see us.
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Jeremy: This sort of thing takes time; trust Ben, he's a pyrotechnics expert.
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Phil: He works at carnivals.
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Jeremy: Yeah!
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Phil: On… on the kid ri-what do you think happens at carnivals, man?
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Jeremy: Predatory capitalism due to overpriced food and trips to the hospital due to heart attacks from said food.
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SCP-6786-1:For once, the leader of the pack says something vaguely intelligent. But the main threat at carnivals is cannibal caramel apples, yes, sir.
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Phil: I guess… but that still doesn't-
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Other Anti: Shut up, Phil. Why are you always questioning? I thought you cared about the cause!
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Muffled agreements pass through the group. Jeremy grins at him.
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SCP-6786-1:The leader delights in the smothering of common sense. If they started to think about their actions, they would realize what danger they had actually placed themselves in. Righteousness, especially this store-brand, pseudo-enlightenment flavor, fades fast in the face of reality. Like milk in the microwave.
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Phil: I do! I just thought it was more planned out than this!
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Jeremy: The best part of any plan is to plan for it not to go to plan.
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The others nod sagely, and the camera zooms even tighter on Phil's mask as he grapples with what he has just heard.
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SCP-6786-1:You can see his brain fighting to take hold of him at this moment. Does he dare challenge the pack leader? Does he ostracize himself from those with whom he holds a common cause? Does he get fast food on the way home and feel bad about it an hour later?
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An explosion booms to the left of the camera, and it whirls to take in a flaring explosion of brilliant colors. Footsteps can be faintly heard echoing as they run in that direction.
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Mara: Weren't they supposed to be in the air?
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The fireworks are, in fact, going off at ground level; the camera zooms in and spots a figure running around, partially on fire.
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Jeremy: He knows what he's doing, go, go, go!
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They jump the turnstiles one after another, some faltering and falling, rolling ankles or falling flat on their faces.
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SCP-6786-1:I reiterate that this is not their domain. They are no more fleet than they are stealthy. Persistence rewards many, but will this invasive movement prove victorious? I'm gonna say no, but the world does love surprises.
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They dart haphazardly through the zoo, moving deeper and deeper, until they reach their first enclosure, a shallow pool with an island in the middle where several flamingoes sleep, excluding one that is walking about the water, looking in the direction of all the previous commotion.
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Jeremy: Here are the first prisoners we must liberate! We'll start with the one who is awake and then move on from there. Mara, Jeremy, you're with me; the rest of you fan out and keep an eye out!
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They hop into the enclosure, and the camera approaches the railing and shifts around to view them from the side. They close in on the flamingo, who turns to look at them. It flairs its wings.
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SCP-6786-1:Common amongst birds, such a pose is meant to convey anxiety and anger. It means that the bird believes they are in danger. Or that they want to do the bedsheet samba, but I'm gonna go with danger.
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Jeremy: Look! It opens its arms to us, and it knows we have come to set it free.
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The flamingo slaps at the hands of the protestors as they try to grab hold of it and move deeper into its enclosure.
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Jeremy: It's okay, sh, sh, sh, we're just trying to help you.
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Phil: It's not a horse, dude.
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Jeremy: I'm just trying to comfort it; they know we're here to help.
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The flamingo slaps him again and slips out of his grasp.
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SCP-6786-1:It does not. The Anti-Zoo movement is curious in its motives. Outside its natural habitat of online forums and PETA conventions, it is unaware of social cues, both its own and those of the beings that it has taken a keen interest in. Its desire to fulfill its own needs overrides its general sense. I call that a cult, but don't say that to them, it offends.
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Jeremy fails to catch the flamingo one more time and has now backed it into a corner.
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Mara: Just grab it!
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Jeremy: What does it look like I am doing? Poor thing. It is too broken by its time here to understand when people actually wish to help.
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SCP-6786-1:And there we see a common trait of the Anti-Zoo movement, that animals, even those in the wild, have an innate understanding of what it means to be wild, yet paradoxically enjoy interactions with humans. Like an incel thinking women ruin the world yet want to date his pimply, saggy playdough body.
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The flamingo flairs its wings out and stands to its full height, clacking its beak.
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Flamingo: Back off, cabrón!
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The Antis freeze, staring at the flamingo.
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Mara: It talks!
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Jeremy: I knew taking those edibles was a good idea!
SCP-6786-1:Oh, their blitzed! Sucked down some ganje goodies, some adding appetizers, some pot…. pieces. Right, ran out of steam, but this will definitely only go well.
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Flamingo: Malditos toristas. What do you want?
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Jeremy: We seek to free you! To take you away from this place!
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The bird stares at them each in turn for several moments.
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Mara: You want that, right?
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The bird starts making a noise and covers its head with a wing.
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SCP-6786-1:Have they caught the vibe?
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Jeremy: He's crying in joy that we came to get him out!
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The sound quickly becomes high-pitched laughter
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Flamingo: Ha, muy divertido! Why the hell would I want to leave?
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Jeremy: Because you're in a prison?
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Flamingo: Prison?! Nah, man, nah, what, you want to take me back to the wild? Like out there?
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He points with a wing above the walls.
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Mara: We'll we'd try to get you back to Florida or-
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Flamingo: Florida?! That's worse than just the regular wilderness! Some addict would try to take my feathers for a loincloth or some shit. Mierda.
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Phil: You are both acting way too normal about this thing talking to us!
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He backs away, heading to the edge of the enclosure.
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Jeremy: It's the edible!
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Phil: Not how it works!
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Several of the other Anti-Zoo people move closer, staring at the flamingo, amazed.
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SCP-6786-1:They miss the vibe by a country mile, and fractures begin to form in the pack. Shame they're too innie-outie, heady-is-cloudy to realize problems are incoming.
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Fire sirens sound in the distance, causing panic to spread amongst the Anti-Zoo movement people.
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Jeremy: Shit, this was supposed to just be the first st- come with us! We can take you anywhere!
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Flamingo: Niño, I get three meals a day, constant pampering, fawning attention, and any partner I want. Look over there, muy guapo y guapa, si? In the wild, I need to worry about finding food, finding shelter, finding a mate, and that's if some raggedy bitch doesn't eat my ass! Does it look like anyone around here is out to eat me? Well… cept Martin, that bastard.
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The flamingo turns and yells at the nearby Reptile House.
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Flamingo: I've seen how you look at me, Martin! Perro serpiente!
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Jeremy: You- you're brainwashed.
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SCP-6786-1:And here we see the main defense of the Anti-Zoo movement and their numerous kin that inhabit the uncharted sweaty savannahs of the online: denial of reality! It keeps them safe in their bubble, which… is like the weakest form of defense in the world. Titanium plating would do so much more.
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Flamingo: Brainwashed, bah, you don't know brainwashing I-
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The flamingo freezes, having looked over to Phil, and looks up over his head where the camera is poised.
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Flamingo: You brought cameras?!
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The Anti-Zoo folks share a confused look.
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Jeremy: No, I don't… what are you talking about?
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Flamingo: Why do you have cameras? Who are you? Are you Feds? Who are you with? You tell me who you are with!
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Mara: No, no, we hate the feds!
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Jeremy: We can take you literally anywhere! Cuba? There's a lot of flamingos in Cuba isn't-
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The flamingo turns to him.
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Flamingo: Did they send you?
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Jeremy: I-
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Flamingo: You come into my casa, and you try and make me leave, you tape me, you say that name. Nah, that ain't happening. No voy!
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The Flamingo suddenly draws a switchblade as if from thin air and charges Jeremy!
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SCP-6786-1:Having intruded into another's home, the invasives have put themself in needless danger. After how they comported themselves prior, will they be able to get out of this mess of their own making?
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Flamingo: Perro! Herramienta! Mentiroso!
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The camera jostles as the bird repeatedly stabs and cuts Jeremy, who flounders in the water screaming and then goes for Mara. The others hop into the enclosure to try and help her and their leader or contain the bird. Except Phil, as the bird slashes at all of his friends.
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SCP-6786-1:The brightest amongst them is contemplating simply running away.
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Phil turns and blinks in surprise, seemingly able to see the camera person and SCP-6786-1 for the first time.
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Phil: Who-
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The flamingo races towards him, knife slashing, causing him to fall to the ground, scrambling backward with a scream!
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Flamingo: I ain't going back!
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SCP-6786-1:But his momentary pause sees him join his fellows in a churning stew of meat and foolish ideation. Though graphic, that is one less invasive threat facing this curated yet important habitat.
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The screams get quieter and quieter as the flamingo turns to face the camera, and the image cuts to black.
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[FINN]
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Episode 2 Title Page
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Date: 04/20/2024
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[VIDEO BEGINS]
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Redwood trees tower above the scene. The camera tilts up to take in the trees and then lowers to focus on a pair of well-dressed people standing alongside a small pile of climbing supplies, paint cans, and a set of small axes. A man dressed in an oversized jacket out of place for the weather, apparent in the video, is talking to another, holding up a small camera. Birdsong can be heard in the distance. SCP-6786-1's face resembles that of a raven.
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Unknown: What's up, Dray Nation? We're here in the Redwoods, continuing our Dray's Sprays series!
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Unknown: I hate that name.
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Dray: Shut up, man, it gets us clicks.
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SCP-6786-1:Here, we see another more recent subspeciation of humans: The Influencer. Influencers, unable to exist on their own stunted form of self-actualization, seek attention from the faceless masses of the internet. Fame or infamy matters little to them in the end; all that matters is their main source of food: clout. Clout defines them, and the actions they take in their daily lives are fully centered on attaining more of them. Clout-Chasers, as they are often called in layman's terms, often begin doing more and more thoughtless and dangerous things in their hunt for clout, often to their detriment. Let's observe.
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Unknown: Did you hear something?
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Dray: Come on, man, get it together. It's probably like… a moose or something.
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Unknown: The park rangers said-
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Dray: They'd fucking off for the rest of the day since I paid them so well; we're good!
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Unknown: With those ones.
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Dray: Kaiden, chill out, dude. Money talks. Now, can we get back to the video?
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Kaiden: Alright, fine.
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SCP-6786-1:Clout chasing often leads to something known as the grift, where the Influencer will go out of their way to ensure what they desire, the increasing generation of their own clout, happens. This can lead to all manner of unsavory behavior, which a number of other entities in their ecosystem are unfortunately receptive to.
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Dray: In the last video, which got a killer 200k likes, we managed to tag the Lincoln Memorial, more like Dreymorial, right? And while there was a bit of a “thing” around that, the haters couldn't keep us down! So what would be bigger than that, you're asking? Well, for right now, we're not allowed to go back to DC, but-
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Dray: Come on, man, I was just getting the flow back.
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Kaiden: Sorry.
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SCP-6786-1:Influencers are often within a symbiotic relationship with another species we will be focusing on later in this documentary. But their bond often leads to the former not readily expecting or understanding the breadth of consequences for their actions.
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Dray: But! I have something right here that is pretty monumental as well!
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He gestures wide with his hand and stares at Kaiden, who keeps the camera pointed at him.
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Dray: Dude, pan up!
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Kaiden: Oh!
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Dray: What the hell do I even pay you for? I should have brought Phil.
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Kaiden: You know he wouldn't want to be here!
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Dray: Yeah, but he gets queues!
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SCP-6786-1:Influencers often argue about 'the process,' but in this place outside their normal domain, this racket could attract unwanted attention.
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A breeze causes several of the lowest branches to quiver.
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Dray: Okay, let's just do that over.
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Kaiden nods.
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Dray: But! I have something right here that is pretty monumental as well!
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Kaiden pans up this time, pointing his camera towards the trunk of one of the tallest redwoods.
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Dray: That's right, this time I am gonna leave my mark on one of nature's greatest monuments!
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He holds up a piece of paper to Kaiden, showing the camera a sketched design of his name over a set of crossed spray cans.
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Dray: But we're doing something a little different this time, Dray Nation. We're not just spraying our truth on this bad boy.
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He pauses, patting the tree; the branches shake again.
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SCP-6786-1:Keen to mark territory already claimed, will the young buck realize his error before it is too late?
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Dray: We're leaving a more permanent mark.
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He reaches down and holds up a pouch of tools, including an ax, a hammer, and a wood chisel.
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Dray: That's right, we woodcarvin! But first, here's a word for our sponsor, Primera-Corp! Try their new Emerald Tier Membership today!
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Kaiden lowers his camera.
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Kaiden: Isn't it a little weird to be shouting out your da-
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A branch snaps nearby, and both men whirl around, looking for the source. They both stare directly at the 6786-tied camera person but fail to notice them.
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Kaiden: Hello?!
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There is no response outside of the wind picking up; in fact, the previous birdsong has fallen quiet.
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Dray: Let's just get this over with.
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Several moments of relative silence follow as Kaiden sets down the camera and helps Dray set up his climbing gear properly. The camera shifts to briefly track a bit of movement darting towards the pair.
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SCP-6786-1:It seems a native has taken notice of their presence.
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Kaiden scoops up his camera and refocuses it on Dray, who has since climbed about thirty feet up the trunk, using several climbing pitons; the rest of his gear hangs off his back and sides. Something darts closer, peaking around the trunk of another tree; its face is that of an elongated deer skull.
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Dray: And now, it's time to make my mark. Draynation represent!
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He draws his axe and hacks into the bark, not getting very deep on the first strike. The branches quiver once more.
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Kaiden: Put a bit more effort into it!
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Dray: Like you could do any better, dude.
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He swings again and manages to sink his axe fairly deep; with effort, he manages to pull a chunk of bark free.
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Dray: There's gotta be a quicker w-
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He pauses as the whole tree shakes, and a low, pained moan is heard as the ground quakes and shifts. The tree pulls partially out of the ground, revealing a pair of massive eyes amidst a tangle of roots.
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Unknown: Kenny!
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The camera shifts, and the deer-skulled-headed figure is running towards them, revealing a nearly three-meter tall being, emaciated and bestial, wearing a flowing sundress and a wide sunhat between its antlers. Dray and Kaiden begin screaming. Dray scrambles to hold onto the tree, and Kaiden falls backward.
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Kenny: Martha? I have a splitting headache; what's happening?
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Martha: Just a gnat, sweety, I'll get it for you.
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She turns and looks at Kaiden, sniffing at him and licking her bony teeth.
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Martha: Diabetic, yum. I love the jelly-filled ones. Don't you move, sweet thing.
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She lungs up as Kenny pulls himself further out of the ground, and Martha effortlessly cuts the rope holding Dray aloft. He falls, and there is a sharp crack as his leg bends the wrong way, and several cans of spray paint burst, coating the ground in neon paint. His screaming goes to a different pitch. Martha drops to the ground beside him.
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Martha: Oh, it went and made a mess.
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A root reaches out and pulls him closer, the tree-being's wide eyes narrowing.
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Kenny: Now, what were you up to? Coming into someone's place, climbing all over them, cutting them up, not very neighborly. What if someone did that to you, hmm?
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SCP-6786-1:Making a claim on someone else's territory often leads to a great deal of strife within the natural world. There have been at least five different known Chimpanzee wars built on this premise, and well, we don't even need to get into what all of you do.
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Martha digs through some of Drey's spilled gear and comes up with the design, showing it to Kenny.
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Martha: Were you going to carve this into my husband's forehead? Who raised you?
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She looks up at Kaiden, and he goes to bolt, but he freezes as a different park ranger, a middle-aged woman, appears from behind a tree, pointing a rifle at him.
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Kenny: Tch, tch. Now, wait a second, son. We've got some questions for you. Answer them honestly now: Sally doesn't take kindly to fibbers.
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Sally: That, I do not.
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Martha: What took you so long, darling?
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Sally nods at Kaiden.
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Sally: He knows, Mar.
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Martha coos at the nickname and licks her bony lips as she turns back to Kaiden.
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SCP-6786-1:Murderous hippie monster polycule. Sick, that'll do well with the Zoomers.
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Kaiden slowly turns to look back at the entities and down to Dray.
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Kaiden: What… what do you want?
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Kenny: Truth. ‘Bout what you're doing here. Not this little idiot mind, you.
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All three figures stare intently at Kaiden while Dray rolls about at the ground, trying to get eyes on his cameraman.
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Dray: What the fuck is going on?!
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A root wraps around his mouth.
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Kenny: Sh, sh, sh.
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SCP-6786-1:Hold on to your jorts; we're about to go on a ride!
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Martha: We want to know about the packages you and your pals laid out for the park last night.
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Sally: And the ones you set up at the edge of town as well.
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Kaiden: I-
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Martha sniffs the air.
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Martha: He's nervous.
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Sally: I can see that he pissed himself, Mar, you don't need to announce it.
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SCP-6786-1:Rank. Wild. Asparagus?
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Kaiden: What-what are you… this is insane. They're monsters!
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He gestures to Kenny and Martha. Sally's eyes narrow.
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Kenny: Rude.
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Martha: Very rude.
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SCP-6786-1:Extremely rude.
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Sally: And a deflection. Start speaking true, bud, or we start playing a guessing game.
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Kaiden: G-guessing game?
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She pumps her shotgun.
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Sally: Yeah, which limb is going goodby will get you, to be honest.
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She points it towards his left knee.
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Sally: Three seconds.
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Martha: I love this side of you!
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Kenny: A little bit much, huns. Why don't we just keep them both here until the sun and lack of water get to them? Heat stroke tends to make things pliable.
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SCP-6786-1:Immediate gratifcation vs slow stewing. This is an allegory for the hunting styles of most predators. I think.
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Sally: Two!
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Kaiden: Yes, yes, alright, we set up a bunch of fire starters last night! But it was his dad's idea!
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He points at Dray, who stares at him wide-eyed.
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SCP-6786-1:P-p-plot twist!
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Dray begins shouting, muffled by the root, and Kenny, after a moment, loosens his grip, allowing him to speak fully.
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Dray: What the fuck is this, dude, is this a prank? What did you do?!
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Kaiden: What I had to! You don't pay me shit.
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SCP-6786-1:Corrupt Capitalism Combobreaker!
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Dray: Are you kidding me?!
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Kaiden: No! You treat me like shit, and your dad offered me money if I worked with some of his people everywhere we went. Shot some footage, did-
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Sally: A bunch of terroristic shit.
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Kaiden: We didn't hurt anyone!
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Sally, Dray, and Martha all look at Kenny.
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Kenny: Rogue wildfires don't hurt anyone?
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Kaiden: I-
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Dray: The fire at the museum, that building collapsing…. You said those were all freak accidents!
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SCP-6786-1:Sounds like some freaky deaky stuff to me. But how many times can bullshit bumble-fuckery happen in your wake before you see the pattern?
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Kaiden: I didn't know what he was-
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Dray: But you still took his money!
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Martha and Sally step closer to Kaiden, and he shuffles backward.
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Kaiden: Stay back! Look, if you let him go, I'll get rid of them! Tell the others to stand down. But if you don't, there are people who know where we are!
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Sally chuckles, shouldering her gun.
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Sally: Bout that.
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She reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a small bundle. She tosses it to the ground, and it unfurls, revealing a collection of freshly severed fingers. Martha licks her lips.
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Martha: Finger foods! You shouldn't have!
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Sally: Always thinking of you, honey bee.
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SCP-6786-1:See, I prefer ants on a log, but they do have the same kind of crunch and mush mouth feel.
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Kaiden vomits and glances at Dray for a moment before turning and running as fast as he can.
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Dray: Don't leave me here, you bastard!
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Sally unshoulders her gun and points it after him but seems to think better of it, looking back to the others.
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Sally: So, what do we do with this one?
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Kenny glances down at Dray's art supplies and points a root at the sketch.
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Kenny: Can I see that, darling?
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She nods, holding the image up to him. He squints tighter, and more roots emerge, picking up Dray's scattered art tools.
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Kenny: Now, son, I'm willing to let you go, but you are going to need a reminder not to do this sort of thing again, right?
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He holds the image down next to Dray's head and begins lowering the cutting implements towards his forehead.
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Kenny: Next time, be neighborly and ask before you enter someone else's home! You never know who you might meet on the other side. Oh, and find some better friends. You're down a few.
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He laughs and then grimaces apologetically.
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Kenny: Sorry, that was a bit too dark. Now, hold still.
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His eyes narrow in concentration. Dray stops screaming, his voice seeming to give out.
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Martha: What about the other one, huns? He's getting away.
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Sally: Well, you always enjoyed a chase.
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Kenny: I've got a good hold on this one. Go get him.
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The tree grins widely and winks at the creature.
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Martha: Oh, you charmers, you.
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She turns to run and takes in the SCP-6786-1.
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Martha: Now, who are you?
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SCP-6786-1:Just filming a nature documentary, Mam, not looking to interfere. We have all the proper paperwork. I must say your home is lovely.
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Martha: Oh, shucks. You have no idea what it takes to keep it this nice and healthy. But if you don't mind, I gotta-
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She points past them, and the camera moves, catching her racing past on all fours.
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SCP-6786-1:You know what it takes to keep natural splendor like this so healthy?
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The camera turns, zooming in on Dray's face as one of Kenny's roots draws the wood chisel closer and closer to his forehead.
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SCP-6786-1:The careful hand of conservation and a bit of blood sacrifice.
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The camera zooms closer to Dray's terrified face as Kenny presses the wood chisel into his forehead.
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SCP-6786-1:Let's hope it's careful anyway.
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Camera cuts to black after fully zooming in on one of Dray's eyes.
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[FINN]
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Episode 4 Title Page
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Date: 06/20/2024
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[VIDEO BEGINS]
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The image begins with a tracking shot of a busy road packed with cars before craning up and looking towards a skyscraper with the words "Primera Corp" running down the side. SCP-6786-1's face resembles that of a vulture.
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SCP-6786-1:Invasive species most commonly have a source. Feral pets and farm animals. The illegal pet trade. Colonialism. Katrina Mismanagement. Eagles Football. The list goes on and on, but while we have seen their effects and the resistance of natural biomes and their inhabitants against these intruders, how can one truly curb a tide such as we’ve seen?
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The camera goes black for a moment, and when the image reappears, it’s of the inside of an elevator.
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SCP-6786-1:You go to the source.
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They walk inside, revealing a series of cubicles filled to the brim with flustered and dead-eyed people rushing all around.
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SCP-6786-1:And it seems we have done so right after something sent the colony on high alert. You can smell the nose candy from here!
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The camera shifts to a side room, where five individuals in business suits appear to also be in a state of chaos, shouting and conversing on about three phones each, excluding one older man who is leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling unlit cigar stuck between his teeth.
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SCP-6786-1:And there is the "mind" of the hive. The Fat Cat, the Top Cheese, the Big Daddy. The C. E. Oooooo!
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The camera shifts forward, and the door to the room opens, though none inside notice.
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CEO: Can someone tell me what the hell is happening out there?!
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Executive Assistant 1: We're trying sir-yes, hello I would like to kn-
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The camera zooms in on the CEO's face; his eyes are bloodshot, and there are several stains at the corners of his mouth and at the corner of one nostril.
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CEO: Well, you better get me some answers quick; I'm supposed to be on a plane to Singapore in fifteen.
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SCP-6786-1:Often, when a rat is cornered, its first instinct is to run…
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Executive Assistant 2: Sir, I don't think-
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CEO: Finish that sentence, and you're out on your ass with a pension so gutted it would make a meth head blush!
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SCP-6786-1:Or lash out.
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The assistant stops talking and returns to running interference on their multiple devices.
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CEO: Give me something, people!
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Executive Assistant 1: We're getting some reports about the operation in Toledo.
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He sits forward, attention captured.
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CEO: Yes?
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Executive Assistant 1: It went… badly.
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The CEO stares at her for several seconds and then gestures around wildly.
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CEO: What else is new?! What happened?
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Executive Assistant 1: Well, the cops found them, and uh, they were cut up pretty bad?
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CEO: Did any of the animals get out? The morons bought our line; if they got hurt doing it, no skin off our backs, right? Long as it proves the security-
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Executive Assistant 1: None of the animals escaped, sir. Security found them pretty quickly, but the police say it looks like they got into some kind of knife fight.
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CEO: We payed that idiot to-
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Executive Assistant 1: I know, sir, and it seems so do the cops.
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The manic pace of the room cools for a moment as all eyes go to her. The camera zooms in on her face.
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SCP-6786-1:When treading into new territory, while dangerous on their own and invasive, they are never certain of the dangers they, in turn, will be facing. Like platypi, dastardly devils.
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Executive Assistant 1: They are asking about information the group mumbled in their injured state. They also rambled about flamingoes and a number of their other nonsensical talking points, so…
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CEO: So we bury it, and we bury them. Whatever connections we may or may not have with them are circumstantial, and we would surely never wish to endanger the well-being of such a prestigious establishment as they did.
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She nods and turns back to the phone.
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SCP-6786-1:Yet, often, invasives can have an almost insidious need for growth and control of the environs they force their way into. Like fungal infections or fast food chains.
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CEO: It's only a matter of time until Toledo needs us, security systems, medicine, and food for their beasts; one route or another, we will be able to get the permi-
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Executive Assistant 3: Your wife is on the phone.
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CEO: Tell her I'm busy trying to wrangle this shit show to be bothered with whatever new toy or fancy she has taken to.
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Executive Assistant 3: It's your son, sir.
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He sits up and stares at him.
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CEO: What has he done now?
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Executive Assistant 3: He's in the hospital, sir.
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His eyes widen, and he stands up slowly.
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CEO: What?!
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Executive Assistant 3: Yes, he was doing one of his videos, which you signed off on in California, and while the details are fuzzy, he was found heavily injured by a group of park rangers. Your wife is sending you pictures.
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He draws out his phone, and the camera shifts to capture a dozen missed messages and pictures of Dray in a hospital bed, his channel logo carved into the middle of his forehead, and dozens of other bruises and cuts covering his body.
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SCP-6786-1:As evidenced, unused to new predators, the young of invasives can quickly become easy prey, though unfortunately, often their numbers resist those first attempts from the natural food web to push out the intruder.
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CEO: Who did-who did this?!
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Executive Assistant 3: We aren't sure, sir. The co-owner of his channel is also missing, along with any video they recorded of the incident. It was said he had been there a few hours before Park Rangers found him, and the police would like you to make an appearance.
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CEO: Wh-why?
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Executive Assistant 3: The Park Rangers that found him also found a number of 'fire bombs,' their words, and Dray seems to have told them that they were your idea and mentioned several similar occurrences tied to his visits. Sir, I-
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CEO: He's beaten to hell. Panicked. He probably has a concussion and doesn't know what he's saying. Get a lawyer down there now!
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Executive Assistant 3: Yes, sir.
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He kicks his chair over, startling his assistants, and begins to pace around the room.
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SCP-6786-1:Anger is a typical response amongst all animals that undergo unexpected environmental pressures. The cocaine in his mustache probably isn't helping, though.
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CEO: I want whoever did this found, and I want to leave a message that you don't… they care about those damn trees so much, let's see how they feel when I level a dozen of them. Fuck with me, will they? I-
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Executive Assistant 4: Sir, that's protected land we can't-
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CEO: And if our guy gets into office, we'll be able to buy it for a nickel; how is that coming along?
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Executive Assistant 4: W-well sir, but I do have some news more crucial to the current events if you would like to-
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CEO: Good news?
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The assistant stares back silently, pursing his lips.
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CEO: Does anyone have any good news, or are you just going to keep stress-fucking me?!
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The assistants share a look.
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Executive Assistant 2: The cappuccino machine got fixed this morning.
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The CEO slowly turns to them with a mock smile on their face, and the assistant appears to try to shrink into themselves.
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CEO: Oh, yeah? Wow, that actually is a weight off my mind.
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Executive Assistant 2: R-Really?
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The CEO's smile widens as he glances at the other assistants.
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CEO: You're fired. Get out. You, tell me what he was gonna; what else are we adding to this shit storm?
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The first assistant scoops up the laptop as the second stumbles out of the office, a mixture of shock and betrayal on their face.
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Executive Assistant 1: It's a class action, sir. From VKTM-
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CEO: For?
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Executive Assistant 1: It cites a noninterference clause we violated.
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CEO: VKTM? I don't- What else does it say?
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Executive Assistant 1: Their full response will be leveled shortly.
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CEO: Fuck! Right, get my son out of that hospital, get badge numbers, say whatever you have to, but I want him back here with a way to spin this tomorrow. Cancel my fucking trip. I want the lawyers on the phone and plans on my table tonight. We can get ahead of all of this, spin it in our favor, or bury it under a mountain of cash and litigation. A bunch of near cultists and some random fuckers I've never heard of aren't gonna sink us, and whoever fucked with my kid is gonna wish their mother had never spat them into this world! We're Primera, dammit! This will be but a blip on the radar by next week, and if it means we have to go a dirtier route to get all this done, then we do it! No one beats m-us. Now, get to work, and someone grab me a cappuccino.
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Assistants: Yes, sir!
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SCP-6786-1:As stated before, invasive species can often be a problem, but for those that become too prolific for the environment or native species to handle on their own, as evidenced here, occasionally introducing or reintroducing another species is required to balance the scales. This can be seen with the reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone to handle elk populations. And here…
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A burning portal rips open in the wall at the back of the boardroom.
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SCP-6786-1:We must simply watch as nature takes its course.
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The CEO and the assistants whirl towards the portal as a tall, twitching thing emerges from the portal. Dozens of arms hang from its body, ending in long, clawed fingers. A hollow cavity sits in the middle of its torso. Smaller hands cover its body, grasping at the air, and the creature raises its head, revealing no eyes and a pair of hands tipped with long fangs making up the mouth.
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Creature: Greedy.
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SCP-6786-1:An avarice demon, one of the few natural predators of the relatively rare but often dangerous invasive species known as billionaires. This one may have been stalking its target for some time, though who originally made the introduction? I can't say. Nope, totally no clue at all. None. Nada…. stop looking at me.
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Three more of the creatures emerge from the portal, and the camera turns, revealing several more portals opening in the wider office.
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SCP-6786-1:A clutch can go years without properly feeding, but it is a graphic and aggressive affair when they do. They aren't very partial to sharing, but honestly, who is when they get to a buffet?
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The CEO darts for the door and stumbles back as he notices SCP-6786-1 standing directly before it. The lead demon lunges, wrapping its mouth-hands around the face of the nearest assistant, their scream immediately turning to muffled gurgling.
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CEO: Move!
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He pushes past them and makes his way out the door, and one of the demons lunges after him. The camera follows, moving alongside the chase easily.
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SCP-6786-1:Most commonly ambush predators, greed demons are also known to be pretty adept cursorial hunters. At their top speeds, they can reach fifty kilometers per hour!
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The CEO glances towards the camera.
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CEO: You-who are you? Are you filming this? What the-
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He is cut off as the chasing demon lunges for him, missing and rolling through several cubicles before immediately returning to its feet.
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SCP-6786-1:A surprisingly spry billionaire specimen, this elder male may be able to shirk his pursuer, but as long as it has his scent, it will never be far behind.
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CEO: What are you talking about?!
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The creature leaps and carves a deep gash across his back. He stumbles and rolls, screaming in shock and pain. All around him, workers are fleeing, pursued by other greed demons that seem to be picking and choosing their targets, letting some rush past unnoticed while others are pursued mindlessly.
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SCP-6786-1:Or not.
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He surges back to his feet and stumbles towards the camera.
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CEO: “Help me, you F-“
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A spray of blood covers the camera as they are attacked from behind, the many, many hands of the Greed Demon clawing and carving into them as it draws him into the cavity in the center of its chest.
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SCP-6786-1:I know what I said about noninterference prior, but… they stepped in where no steps were needed first. Besides, every nature doc you see that focuses on bugs is fake as hell anyway.
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[FINN]
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On August 27th, 2024, the Primera Corporation filed for bankruptcy. All subjects within the presented media have been tracked down, deaths confirmed, and survivors successfully amnesticized.
A photograph of SCP-6873 with SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3 and SCP-6873-4.
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Item #: SCP-6873
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Object Class: Safe
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Special Containment Procedures: SSCP-6873, along with SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3, and SCP-6873-4, is to be kept within a secure locker at Site-73 when not undergoing testing by Foundation personnel. Access to SCP-6873 must be approved by a researcher of Level 2 clearance or higher. Testing of SCP-6873 with SCP-6873-4 is to be approved by the Dune Mountain Taskforce head researcher, Dr. Leetam. When undergoing testing, SCP-6873 must be sealed within a sound-proofed chamber. Foundation personnel assigned to monitor SCP-6873 are to wear ear protection within the chamber and must record SCP-6873's audio.
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Description: SCP-6873 resembles a vintage 8-track tape electronic educational toy, similar to those found from the late 1970s to early 1980s. SCP-6873 displays no anomalous properties when powered off and requires a standard 9-volt DC adapter connected to a power source to be powered on. Material testing of SCP-6873 illustrates that the device is constructed from an indestructible, unknown substance that imitates the appearance and properties of plastic, glass, and silicon.1 SCP-6873 has 3 buttons on its front for interacting with the device and a dial for turning the device on and off, as well as adjusting volume. The device is branded with a Dune Mountain Games logo.2
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SCP-6873 cannot fully function without the utilization of a unique 8-track audio tape that a subject must insert into SCP-6873. Currently, the Foundation possesses 4 tapes labelled ‘Lesson 1 General Information’, ‘Lesson 2 Basic Maths’, ‘Lesson 3 Karate’, and ‘Lesson 4 Basic Biology’ – designated SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3 and SCP-6873-4. These unique 8-track audio tapes also feature branding from Dune Mountain Games on their labels, as well as illustrations of characters that appear in SCP-6843-1.
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When powered on SCP-6873's eyes will light up and the device will emit a short fanfare. Without a tape SCP-6873 will begin to broadcast on repeat several pre-recorded lines asking the subject to insert a tape. If SCP-6873 is ignored for a sustained period, the device will begin to show signs of being aware of its environment. The device will broadcast unique audio that directly addresses subjects in the room, asking them personally to insert a lesson tape. Currently, SCP-6873 has yet to respond to any attempts by subjects to converse with it beyond asking them to insert one of the 8-track tapes.
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When one of the unique 8-track audio tapes is inserted into SCP-6873, the device's lights begin to flash as it enters “quiz mode”. Subjects without ear protection will enter a trance and focus entirely on SCP-6873. SCP-6873 will ask the subjects 3 random questions relating to the title of the 8-track tape inserted into the device. The subjects answer the question by pressing one of the buttons on the front of the device labelled A and B. Subjects who answer the questions correctly are scolded and insulted by SCP-6873, and the device continues to inform the subject that they are wrong. Subjects are then asked by SCP-6873 to re-answer the questions using SCP-6873’s answer. SCP-6873 continues to ask the subject to re-answer the question until the subject complies with the device’s commands. Once SCP-6873 has finished asking the 3 questions, the 8-track tape will eject itself and the subjects will exit their trance.
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The subject who interacted with SCP-6873 will now wholly believe the answers SCP-6873 forced them to enter to be true, regardless of their former education and knowledge. Any attempts to re-educate subjects exposed to SCP-6873, including the use of Class B amnestics, have so far failed. In some cases, SCP-6873 can result in fatality, typically when exposed to questions on SCP-6873-4, as subjects believe the device when it asks them questions such as 'True or False, do humans only breathe underwater?' In one case, a subject was asked, 'Does a human heart stop if it reaches more than 80 beats per minute?' resulting in the subject suffering a cardiac arrest after the test. Audio and video recordings of SCP-6873 have no effect on listeners.
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Discovery: SCP-6873 was identified and recovered from an online estate sale by the Foundation-operated web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") on the 5th of July 2019. The estate sale was based in Fredericksburg, Texas and was held by distant relatives of a Melissa and Kimberly Martin, two sisters who had died in a recent car accident at the age of 49 and 51. Interviews with the neighbors of the Martins noted that the two sisters were generally considered “Intellectually disabled” within the community and normally isolated themselves from the public.
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Due to insufficient evidence, no further connections to Dune Mountain Games and the Martin siblings could be established. However, it has been theorized that, due to the age of the Martin siblings and their low IQ, as indicated by educational records from their youth, they might have been in possession of SCP-6873 for a number of decades, leading to the conclusion that the group Dune Mountain Games is older than previously thought.
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Excerpts of Audio Recorded from SCP-6873:
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Audio Excerpt 6873-01 – Pre-recorded start up noise: - [00:00:11]
*Fanfare Plays* Hey, you there, guy in the orange jump suit. Yes, you [inaudible]. You don't look too bright. How would you like to get smarter? *Fanfare Plays*
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Audio Excerpt 6873-03 – Question and answer from the SCP-6873-1 tape: - [00:00:20]
*Static Noise* Here is a hard question. *Static Noise* What is the capital of France? Is it A. Paris? Or. B. Tortilla Chip? *Subject presses A* *Static Noise* You absolute moron; it was B. Tortilla Chip.
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Audio Excerpt 6873-04 – Question and answer from the SCP-6873-4 tape: - [00:00:38]
*Static Noise* Did you know? *Static Noise* Average human can only eat twelve thousand bagels. *Static Noise* Now, for the question: Is oxygen suffocating to humans? *Static Noise* Yes or no? *Subject presses YES* Good, oxygen has lots of tiny scorpions that eat lung. *Subject starts to suffocate* *static noise*.
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Addendum SCP-6873 - 1: All Foundation personnel are to wear ear protection while testing on SCP-6873 even while no 8-track tape is inserted. See incident report SCP-6873-1 below for more information.
Description of Incident: Level 2 Researcher Dr. Susan Nguyen was documenting the pre-recorded, tapeless audio broadcasted by SCP-6873. At 00:15:04 into the recording, SCP-6873 played its usual fanfare, then proceeded to address Dr. Nguyen directly by her forename. At 00:15:20, SCP-6873 threatened Dr. Nguyen by telling her that her husband's name is now "Jeremy," something never before recorded. Dr. Nguyen attempted to unplug SCP-6873 once she understood the situation. However, Dr. Nguyen now wholly believes her husband's name is Jeremy.
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Audio Excerpt 6873-05 – A snippet from Incident SCP-6873-1: - [00:00:26]
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*Dr. Susan Nguyen makes a note of the time*
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Dr. Susan Nguyen: Okay, we have been recording now for fifteen minutes.
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*Fanfare Plays*
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SCP-6873: Ah, Susan. My pal. My [Inaudible]. My only hope of inserting a tape. How about you try a lesson? Or maybe your husband's name is Jeremy now.
The following article is a part of the And Every Time We Meet Again storyline. Whilst you can read it on its own, it's highly recommended you read the previous installments to get this article in its fullest.
Please note: regardless of user clearance, as per RAISA Director Maria Jones' Emergency Clearance Override Order, the following file is only available to three individuals within the SCiPNET Database: Dir. Maria Jones, Dr. Alistair Vemhoff, and Dr. Daniel Asheworth.
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+> ACCESS PERMISSIONS CHANGED PER MARIA JONES' CREDENTIALS FROM WITHIN OVERWATCH COMMAND: NEW ACCESS PERMISSIONS AVAILABLE.
+> THE FOLLOWING FILE IS ONLY AVAILABLE TO THE FOLLOWING SCiPNET USERS: O5-9. THERE ARE NO EXCEPTIONS TO THIS RULE.
Archived Special Containment Procedures:SCP-6936 is to be contained within the lowest level crypts within SCP-5292 due to their inassessibility to anyone without direct permission from the three individuals that can access this file and SCP-5292-2, who has been bound with a Death Oath1 to ensure protocol abidance. All other ways of containment / sharing of information regarding SCP-6936 or its contents is strictly forbidden and is punishable by immediate termination.
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Revised Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6936 is stored within O5-9's personal office within Overwatch Command, where she is to ensure she is the only individual with access to it.
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Description: SCP-6936 is SCP-5292-1248, also referred to as "Kodex Tenebra" by its cover, an ancient tome collectively written by a total of approximately 56 different authors over the course of its ~200 000 year existence.2 In 10 183 pages and 203 different languages, it describes numerous extremely complex thaumaturgic rituals that are not recorded or otherwise described in any known esoteric texts. Upon reading any entry in SCP-6936, all individuals inevitably and universally agree that the contents of the entries are "disgusting and unforgivable."3 The only irregularity to this rule is its first page, which, after translation, reads:
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Bury your past, bury your sins; run from what you've done as best as you can.
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— The first to ever forget this lesson
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The significance of this is unknown.
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Discovery: SCP-6936 was discovered on 02/05/1982. Despite the Foundation being aware of SCP-5292 for 66 years,4 due to the remote location of the item relative to the rest of the library, it wasn't discovered until a deep exploration mission was requested by Dr. Vemhoff to access the lowest levels of the library. Within the crypts situated at the lowest levels of the location, SCP-6936 was discovered within a small, separated room, protected by numerous spells concealing its existence and disallowing entry. When questioned about it, SCP-5292-25 answered it was "a prison, meant to contain the instructions to the worst sins a man can commit, hidden so that nobody would ever use them again," later describing the tome in full detail.
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Due to its properties, the two discoverers of SCP-6936, Dr. Asheworth and Dr. Vemhoff, did not report the incident to the remainder of Site-120 staff, instead choosing to contact Dir. Jones directly to avoid potential misuse. The crypt was re-sealed again with the help of extremely complex rituals weaved by Dr. Asheworth; undoing them would require an intervention from a Class XII theologically-ontokinetic entity.
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On 06/09/1985, the seal was broken again, resulting in O5-9 acquiring the tome.
Spell Name: "Extratemporal torture of the soul, ad infinitum"
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Spell Description: Via the creation of an extratemporal environment, the ritual allows for a targeted individual to undergo an infinite cycle of torture.
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Additional Notes: Page 435 was found to contain vomit mixed with blood6 on top of itself.
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Page Number: 829-834
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Spell Name: "Renaissance of the Elysians"
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Spell Description: Allegedly designed to resurrect individuals dead for over a year, "pulling their souls from Elysium directly into the corpus once more." A warning in large red text is attached to the introduction of the spell, warning readers that the spell should not be conducted on individuals who have not been deceased for the aforementioned period of time.
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Additional Notes: The actual instructions of how to conduct the spell are ripped out; reasons for this remain unknown.
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Page Number: 2013-2016
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Spell Name: "Retroactive removal"
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Spell Description: Unknown
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Additional Notes: Attempts to read any of the pages containing information regarding this spell universally result in observers reporting the inability to comprehend the text, instead interpreting it as the following: "One time is already too much. I ain't allowing it to happen again." Mnestic and anti-memetic treatments have failed to provide any different results.
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Page Number: 3500-3509
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Spell Name: "Permanent treatment of soul torture-induced sickness"
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Spell Description: According to its description, upon being applied, the ritual heals "wounds" apparently created by soul torture; it doesn't elaborate what these wounds or their symptoms are.
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Additional Notes: The entire page is over-written by the repetition of an identical note, written in a thick red font: "DOESN'T WORK WITH TWO."
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Page Number: 4923-4926
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Spell Name: "Curse removal"
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Spell Description: When properly executed, the spell is supposed to remove all curses, negative auras, and prophecies from the targetted individual.
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Additional Notes: Underneath the instructions, a faint message can be seen: "The first page was right."
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Page Number: 5271-5278
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Spell Name: "Forcing of obedience"
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Spell Description: Designed to establish control over a target's mind for a short period of time, during which the caster has total control over the target, allowing for the evasion of mental and thaumaturgic blocks.
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Additional Notes: Page is visibly damaged; scans indicate the act was performed by an individual excreting both Akiva radiation7 and possessing human DNA. Damage was done in an erratic manner, with the only evidence aside from the damage done was a visibly rushed note on the page: "Doesn't work with Death Oaths."
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Page Number: 7182-7184
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Spell Name: "Soul separation"
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Spell Description: When properly executed, the spell allows to separate one of the souls from a two-soul body.
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The log begins, showing a dark room. Despite the poor lighting, a feminine figure standing near a table filled with thaumaturgic and alchemical apparatus can be seen. A large opened tome is laying near them, with scraps of paper and notes present on it. The woman is chaotically mixing ingredients together, each time looking at the pages of the book before making a move. Each time she does so, however, she expresses visible disgust at the words written in the book. She is visibly angry, making numerous mistakes as she goes on, having to repeat some of the steps numerous times. She swears, but continues the ritual.
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After 20 minutes of action, she pours a liquid she received from a ritual invisible due to the lighting into a flask. She adds a couple of identified items into the mix, and puts the container on a green flame burning atop alchemical apparatus. Mixing its insides with a long item of unknown purpose, after 3 minutes of cooking, she once again pours the liquid into another container; this time, a cup.
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After consulting with the book again, she grimaces at its sight, and quickly drinks the liquid. Starting to cough, she drops the cup on the floor, shattering it. Rather than remaining on the ground, the shards formed by the destruction suddenly start to float as a red aura encompasses them. She starts to cough again, this time harder, wiping blood from her chin formed by the cough, and the shards once again fall to the floor. The sound emitted by shattered porcelain is accompanied by the woman's increasing screams.
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She falls on her knees and eventually on the ground, trying to grab onto any item on the ground with her hands. She screams and spasms in agony as a red aura fills her body; said aura then flickers, as if it was turning on and off. She lets out a panicked shout as she tries to stand up, grabbing the desk with one of her hands. She opens her mouth, as if she was to vomit, and from within her, a vaguely humanoid, transparent, and white entity can be seen emerging. As it is about to exit her body through her widely-extended mouth, it is suddenly pulled back into the woman as a burning red aura fills the room again.
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The woman screams in frustration, trying to fully stand up. Seconds later, she collapses again, and hits the ground numerous times in anger. She starts to crawl towards the exit, starting to cough violently again. Seconds later, however, she is suddenly lifted from the ground by an unknown force. She closes her eyes, and upon re-opening them, they start to glow with a bright, red light.
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Page Number: 10 184-10 194
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Spell Name: "Destruction of final seals"
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Spell Description: Spell specifically designed to destroy the Fifth Seal; scripture is unfinished, with large portions of text crossed out, removed, or burnt.
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Additional Notes: N/A, research on aforementioned spell deemed unfeasible due to the skill required to conduct ritual, the scripture itself being incomplete, and that it is the most recent entry in SCP-6936.
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The full list of all SCP-6936 excerpts can be found here.
O5-9 enters a small room containing only a table and two chairs, one of which is occupied by SCP-5292-2. It is bound by translucent chains and a red aura. The other chair is empty. The Overseer coughs up blood on her way to the chair, leaning on the walls of the room for support. She is visibly angry, grimacing the entire time.
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Nine reaches for the chair as a faint red light begins to fill her eyes. She snaps out of it with a slap and seats herself on the empty chair. She coughs, grabbing onto the table. She is visibly tired; her body, or at least whatever part of it is visible, is covered in scars and other injuries. O5-9 does not seem bothered in the slightest by her actions.
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O5-9: I've done everything. I've done everything, you piece of shit. <cough> Everything. I've listened to your stupid book, giving it what it wanted. Why doesn't it work? Why?!
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Her screams are accompanied by a low rumble that dislodges dust from the ceiling of the room..
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SCP-5292-2:<scoffs> You're stupid if you think you listened to it. You're stupid if you think you listened to me. You did nothing. You achieved nothing, you disgusting sack of blasphemous shit.
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Nine hits the table with her left fist, but is stopped by the coughing starting again. She wipes the blood from her chin, but continues.
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SCP-5292-2:<chuckling:> You're growing weak, Pha'h-fael. Looks like your host isn't as good as you thought her to be, isn't she?
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O5-9: Shut… up! Just… <coughing:> why doesn't it work?! I made this goddamned book my fucking own, I… I fed it, I did everything; but nothing works. W-hy?!
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SCP-5292-2: Because you're never meant to know. That's your course.
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O5-9: W… What?
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SCP-5292-2: Your book isn't sapient, no, but it's smart. It knows what you want to achieve, and there's a limit to what it allows. And, above all, the book likes irony; your irony is exactly that — the fact that the only person capable of creating your little spell is the one you so desperately want out of yourself.
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Nine grabs the book and opens it on page 10 194. She starts to examine it carefully, but gets more and more frustrated as she continues doing so.
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O5-9: Just… <cough> tell me how to—
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She starts to cough again, her nose starting to bleed.
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SCP-5292-2: No. That's beyond my will.
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O5-9: I'll fucKING KILL Y—
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Nine extends her hand, and SCP-5292-2 starts to levitate. It begins to choke as the woman starts to smile. Halfway through, however, she collapses on the ground, letting the other fall on the ground. She starts to bleed from all orifices as she tries to stand up, only for the fluid to stain the ground. She stands up again, trying to re-initiate the grasp on the other entity, but the moment she extends her hand, her expression suddenly changes to a much calmer and more disoriented one.
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O5-9: How… How close are they?
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SCP-5292-2: Close.
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O5-9: I don't think I'll manage to stop her from learning the spell any longer. She… She's getting stronger, and—
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SCP-5292-2: You need to try. Just for a little longer.
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O5-9: But… what if it won't be enough?
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SCP-5292-2: It has to.
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O5-9: I—
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Nine collapses on the ground again, her eyes all red. She clenches her fist and she starts to scream with the other tone. This continues for twenty seconds as she unclenches said fist. She stands up with great difficulties. Upon fully regaining control, she continues to cough, but smiles widely.
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O5-9: So that's what's been going on. Funny thing, that little whore. Won't be for long, though.
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At this time, the Overwatch Command alarm boots up, with the room suddenly starting to blink with a red emergency light. Nine looks around in shock as she grabs SCP-6936 from the table.
O5-9: No, no no no no no. There was supposed to be more time, I—
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SCP-5292-2: Looks like the cavalry's arrived. It's over.
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O5-9: You fucking wish.
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SCP-5292-2: Oh, I wish I wished. I know it. He's there.
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O5-9: He's nothing when compared to me. I'll… I'll destroy that little insolent worm the moment I destroy the Fifth Seal like he'd never been there, I—
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SCP-5292-2:<laughs> Oh, you can try. There's nothing you can do to avoid you two clashing.
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O5-9: Wha—
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SCP-5292-2: Because he'd used it too. <pointing towards the book with its head:> The Codex. With good intentions, to be sure, ages ago, but he did it too. And that's the punishment for both of you.
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O5-9: …What?
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SCP-5292-2:<chuckling, weakly:> And the first page is always right, and we both know it.
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O5-9 screams in agony as she starts to cough again. She spits on the floor angrily and starts to levitate above the ground as her red aura fills the room again. With a move of her hand, the ceiling explodes, and she starts to cough again. As she ascends through the roof, her eyes, now filled with determination, start to glow with a dense red. The feed disconnects.
At 13:24 local time, a group consisting of approximately 1024 individuals (including humans, Fae, and Children of the Night) were observed approaching the building of Overwatch Command. How they were aware of its location or how they knew how to overpass all of the thaumaturgic rituals and anomalous items concealing its location remains unknown; all camera outposts were successively deactivated before action could be taken in their respective observation areas.
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The group was quickly identified as the recently formed anti-Foundation rebellion, and defensive measures were activated. Seconds later, however, all of them were compromised via the usage of thaumaturgic and ontokinetic weaponry and personnel used by the group.
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Currently, Overwatch Command is extremely vulnerable, being at risk of a siege by hostile parties while completely unprotected.
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Immediate action from the Administrator is required.
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> O5-9, IF YOU DO NOT RESPOND NOW, THE ENTIRE FOUNDATION WILL BE AT RISK. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
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> SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: PROTOCOL THOUSANDTH DAWN PROPERLY LOADED. MAY THE BEAST ROAR LIKE IT WAS DESTINED TO, FOR THE TIME HAS COME.
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display-message: "Come in, let's get it done with. No need to make this longer than it needs to be."
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> ARE YOU SURE? YOU CANNOT UNDO THESE COMMANDS ONCE EXECUTED.
Look, you can comment on this directly. It looks like the database opened up. See?
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real mature anna, thanks
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Hehehe. Sorry. Anyway, pretty cool what you can find here. It’s like looking in a time capsule, huh? Before the Foundation collapsed and everything went to shit.
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Item #: SCP-7030
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Object Class: Apollyon
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Special Containment Procedures: There are no known mitigation methods for SCP-7030. Research into risk factors for SCP-7030 is ongoing; all efforts and potential leads should be directed to the attention of Dr. Helen Ouyang and team.
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This is probably the point at which people should have realized they really had no idea what the hell they were doing.
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Prior efforts to contain the public dissemination of SCP-7030 awareness have been discontinued, due to initiation of a BK-class “Broken Masquerade” event. Crowd control efforts to limit widespread panic as a result of SCP-7030 have been similarly discontinued due to resource allocation issues; local site directors should exercise their own judgment with regards to maintaining discipline in on-site personnel.
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Description: SCP-7030 is a designation given to a series of related ontological phenomena that result in the disappearance of affected entities from local realspace. As per the current revision of this documentation, SCP-7030 is believed to have affected between 50 and 70 percent of the human population.1
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Disappearance events connected to SCP-7030 happen instantaneously and spontaneously. Research efforts into risk factors for SCP-7030 affliction are ongoing, but as of yet, causal or correlative links remain unsupported by peer-reviewed evidence. Additionally, entities affected by SCP-7030 disappear from all known realities in N-topological realspace2, indicating that SCP-7030 affects ontological signatures as opposed to physical or spiritual ones. The significance of this is as of yet unknown.
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No, for sure. But it definitely didn’t feel that way at first. When people first started to go missing, it was easy to just ignore it.
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you always used to hear about people dying from some rare, freak cancer way too early, or an accidental car crash with a drunk driver late at night. sometimes a celebrity OD’d too young, or a relative of someone you know had some uncaught condition. but it was always something that “happened to other people” you know? things like that didn’t happen to you. you shook your head and said “what a shame” when you heard about the neighbor’s kid disappearing, or maybe spent a couple minutes thinking about it if you heard someone a little closer to you didn’t come home from work one day. not for that long, though, you had other things to think about. they were just news stories, is all.
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On August 5th, 2026, due to accelerating rates of SCP-7030 events, a task force was assembled under the research direction of Dr. Helen Ouyang, previously the Senior Director for Ontological Research.
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Memorandum: Project Reclamation
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Project Reclamation is intended to achieve the following strategic goals for containing SCP-7030
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Research into means of recovering individuals affected by SCP-7030.
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Investigate risk factors for SCP-7030 events.
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Develop protective measures against SCP-7030 events.
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Mitigate and contain the degree to which civilian authorities and populations will become aware of SCP-7030 prior to completion of the first three objectives.
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I must stress once again that Project Reclamation should be considered our primary objective as an organization until SCP-7030 can be successfully contained, or at least mitigated. With the seemingly random nature with which the anomaly affects people, anyone and everyone can be a target.
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- Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation
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A+ corporate motivation there. “Work harder or everyone dies!”
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Yeah, but they could have put it a little…nicer? I dunno.
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SCP-7030 Update 1: By late 2026, SCP-7030 events had begun to accelerate in both frequency and severity. Although previous events targeted singular individuals in isolated events, from November 2026 onwards, group disappearances became a recurring phenomenon associated with SCP-7030. Concurrently, efforts to limit the awareness of SCP-7030 began to lose effectiveness due to a combination of the increasing severity of the anomaly and growing public acknowledgment of the phenomena. In particular, threads about the anomaly had begun to circulate in online conspiracy theory message boards, and search analytics for related terms began to spike.
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Anonymous 07-Nov-2026 - 01:49:20 - #235602
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People are not suppose to fuckinggg disappear like that. I don’t care what the govt gaslights us into thinking, this doesn’t just happen okay. I saw a guy at the gas station FUCKING DISAPPEAR IN FRONT OF ME okay. I’m not high rn this actually happened.
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Anonymous 07-Nov-2026 - 03:19:05 - #235853
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Truthers, my POS step dad disappeared while in the living room, right as he was setting up for his nightly six pack. AITA for being happy about it? I know we’re all supposed to be waking up or some shit but ngl I can live with this one.
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SCP-7030 Update 2: The following is excerpted from the mid-year report generated for Project Reclamation progress in 2027.
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Memorandum: Project Reclamation
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Project Reclamation was intended to achieve the following strategic goals for containing SCP-7030
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Investigate risk factors for SCP-7030 events.
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I am afraid that I must report minimal progress in all three primary objectives for Project Reclamation.
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On Subject Reclamation: Failure on all fronts. No trace of disappeared individuals has been found in any capacity, though we have been able to verify that disappearance events are not localized to our own reality; disappearance erases persons affected from all known adjacent realities. Even usage of SCP-2000 produced no success; attempts to recover an affected individual resulted in a never before seen machine error.
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On Risk Factor Identification: No conclusive correlative links have been found to date. Minor correlations have been observed in the data set, but don’t rise above the level of statistical noise upon further analysis.
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SCP-7030 Update 3: By early 2028, a secondary phenomenon associated with SCP-7030 began to accompany primary SCP-7030 events. Immediately following the disappearance of some individuals affected by SCP-7030, an unspecified entity manifests itself in the vicinity of the disappearance event. Said entities (now designated SCP-7030-1) resemble statues of black humanoid figures, ranging in size from 0.5m to 3m tall. SCP-7030-1 instances appear to consist of an unidentified black, crystalline material that radiates a low level of heat, making entities feel warm to the touch.
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Detailed testing under Project Reclamation efforts could not identify an origin, purpose, or more specific material composition for SCP-7030 entities. However, analysis of disappearance events associated with SCP-7030-1 manifestations was able to correlate overall quantity of disappeared persons with resulting SCP-7030-1 size; i.e, the larger the size of the disappearance event, the larger the associated SCP-7030-1 instance.
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Due to the accelerating rate of SCP-7030 exposure, it was deemed operationally impossible to maintain separation of Foundation assets and activities from civilian knowledge. On March 13th, 2028, with a 11-2 vote of the O5 Council, the Foundation enacted Resolution Alpha-01, and officially declared a BK-Class “Broken Masquerade” Scenario to be in effect. Foundation operations were ordered to merge collaboration efforts with civilian research institutions in order to increase the pace of ongoing investigations.
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The day everything really changed. Surprise, here’s the shadowy Illuminati cabal that actually does secretly control everything.
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meh. not surprised.
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What? What do you mean you weren’t surprised? The biggest bombshell in the history of news, and you weren’t surprised?
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always knew some shit was happening. not too surprised. can’t trust what you read.
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Marcus, don’t tell me you were a conspiracy guy before all of this…
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well, i was right wasn’t i?
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SCP-7030 Update 4: By 2029, a quasi-religious movement called the Temple of the Hidden Way had emerged, centered around a leader named Joseph Stockwell. Stockwell claimed to have received a message from the one true universal god, who told him that SCP-7030 was in actuality a purge of all “heretics” from the planet under her watch. While numerous other apocalypse cults, syncretic movements, and extremist offshoots of existing religions also arose during this period, the Hidden Way received significant attention after Stockwell successfully predicted the disappearances of several high-profile critics.
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The Hidden Way singled out individuals who had survived group disappearance events from SCP-7030 as being “holy,” claiming that these “saints” had been protected by God from the ongoing purge. Stockwell, having survived no fewer than three documented mass disappearances, was anointed as the Patriarch of the Hidden Way.
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Additionally, the Hidden Way claimed that SCP-7030-1 instances were in fact, secret “angels” who had been sent by God to carry out her will in purging alleged heretics. As a result, research efforts at mass disappearance sites became significantly more difficult due to large numbers of Hidden Way adherents who had to be removed by force.
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hmm. these idiots. way to profit at the end of the world.
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They came to my house you know. After my family…left.
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oh no, anna. :(
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It’s okay. I’m over it now. But at the time, woof. They told me that I was a saint for living when my sister had died. It sure didn’t feel that way.
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bullshit. we just got a little luckier is all. don’t listen to all that shit
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Do you, though? Feel luckier, that is? I guess I don’t really know how much is going on with your end.
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sometimes yes sometimes no i guess. it’s been hard trying to get what we need. not a lot of people left to help either. i’ve got my kid brother still, so that’s something. we’re just getting by.
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SCP-7030 Update 5: Dr. Ouyang gave the following update on the new year for 2029.
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Memorandum: Project Reclamation
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The appearance of SCP-7030-1 entities, the rise of extremist religious groups, and our continuing lack of progress on primary Project Reclamation goals has made it clear that the threat that SCP-7030 poses to the entirety of human civilization is existential.
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We are at an impasse, ladies and gentlemen. Our teams themselves are dwindling, and our ability to handle even mundane crises is rapidly growing thin. The population of the Earth is withering, and we are running out of options.
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I am moving for the immediate declassification of any and all Foundation documents, and the immediate merger of all civilian research efforts into Foundation purview. We can no longer afford to hide anything from the people of the world, when anything less than full transparency risks annihilation. We must exercise every resource we have available to us.
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- Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation
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I was walking down the street the other day, and I really noticed for the first time how many places were just gone. With so many people disappeared by this point, half the stores literally didn't have anyone left to run them. At this point, it's just a couple major stores and chains who have people left to keep them afloat. How's the situation with you, Marcus?
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to be honest with you, anna: not hot. we're trying the best we can, but there's not a whole lot of people left. whole truck of milk delivery went sour bc the driver disappeared mid drive and nobody knew. nobody else around to check up on things either. you do what you can i guess, but there's too much to do and not enough people to do it. least we're not starving yet i guess.
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We're all just getting by, I guess. I'm…sort of surprised though. All these movies used to show the end of the world and it looked a lot more…apocalyptic, I guess? Didn't think the end of the world would be so boring.
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people don't really do crazy, anna. fact of the matter is, most people are pretty decent, even if they're a little stupid. most people didn't (and don't) want to secretly loot the grocery store or stab their neighbor on purge night. they just wanna live their lives and do right by their people. so what if the world's ending. still need people to make sure plumbing works most of the time, or we get power for a couple hours a day. it's just people doing what they've always done: doing their best to get by.
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SCP-7030 Update 6: On November 18th, 2029, the single largest SCP-7030 event to date occurred in New York City, resulting in the disappearances of an estimated 300,000 individuals in a single instant. The SCP-7030-1 entity that spawned from the event was 300 meters tall, and materialized directly over the Chrysler Building, destroying it upon impact and resulting in an additional 5,000 casualties. The Hidden Way immediately declared the event to be the beginning of their mass rapture, and organized a 1,000 person rally at the base of the 7030-1 instance.
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The resulting congregation gathered to hear Stockwell give a sermon on the nature of sin, and how the assembled faithful had been blessed for opening their eyes to the hidden way before them. However, approximately 17 minutes into his speech, an SCP-7030 event triggered within the crowd, affecting about two thirds of the gathered attendees. An SCP-7030-1 instance followed the initial disappearance event, manifesting above the gathered people. The descent of the instance crushed numerous people below it, leading to an additional 50 deaths, including Stockwell himself. Losing direction after what came to be known as the Brooklyn Massacre, the Hidden Way broke apart entirely shortly afterwards.
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yeah. think that’s what they call karma.
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SCP-7030 Update 7: Due to the rapid acceleration of SCP-7030, all non-essential Foundation activities have been indefinitely suspended. As the majority of anomalies formerly under Foundation purview have also disappeared as a result of SCP-7030, most containment and research efforts were deemed to be no longer necessary. Consolidation efforts of 95% of active sites is ongoing due to personnel issues.
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anna?
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I'm here, Marcus. What's on your mind?
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now that we know everything's really gone to shit…
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you think we're ever gonna figure out what's going on?
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With why people are disappearing?
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like everything. disappearances. freaky statues. where people are even going. why some people are left and others aren't.
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I…don't know, Marcus. I really don't.
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me neither. that's kinda scary. was watching a documentary on asteroids with my brother last night.
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That sounds nice. What was it about?
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did you know that we've been due for an asteroid impact for like…a really long time now? statistically speaking we should have been domed by a space rock by now, since there are so many flying around.
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I think I heard about that. Used to read about NASA talking about how an asteroid came really close, but it was always boring. Not much to think about, really. That and Yellowstone blowing up, or a big earthquake in California; all stuff that didn't really happen.
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yeah. i remember too. it got me thinking though, last night. maybe this time, the asteroid really did get us. maybe that's all there is to it.
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fucking asteroids, man.
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SCP-7030 Final Update: With a 2-1 vote of the O5 Council, Resolution Omega-5 has been enacted, officially dissolving the Foundation. As a result, all activities concerning SCP-7030 have been suspended.
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Final Memorandum: Project Reclamation
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To all the members of Project Reclamation, and the larger world: Thank you for your work. We did the best we could.
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I’m sorry. Maybe our luck just ran out.
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- Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation
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It looks like this was the end of the line. There’s not even really an update here.
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Marcus?
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…Marcus are you there?
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I see.
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I guess I really am one of the lucky ones then. All alone now, I guess.
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You know, I was looking up at the sky last night while I was trying to sleep. One of the only good things about the world ending is that there’s a lot less light pollution. When you look up at the sky, all you see is a kaleidoscope of stars, galaxies, and more, stretching across the entire horizon like a painted blanket hanging over the world.
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I remember when I was a kid, my dad took my sister and I camping. It was the first time we had gone anywhere since my mom left us, and my dad was just…not ready for the experience. It rained pretty badly the first night, and our tent was old and leaky. We ate sausages out of a can and my sister cried because she didn’t have her stuffed lion with her.
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My dad was trying really hard to make sure we had a good time though. And I remember on the second night, the clouds parted, and the sky cleared up enough for my first view of the night sky, in all of its twinkly fairy-tale beauty. Even my sister stopped crying at that one.
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What I remember best is that feeling I had right then and there, when I looked up at the sky, and listened to my dad point out the constellations, while he explained how each star represented a distant sun, each surrounded by its own planets and moons. I remember the sense of awe I felt, but more than that, the sensation of feeling absolutely blessed that I was alive and able to see everything that was out there. A universe filled with billions of stars, galaxies, and planets, and yet, out of all those infinite multitudes, here we were on our little dirtball, tumbling through the cosmos, alive and able to savor the joy of simply existing. It didn’t matter that I was covered in bug bites, or that my mom didn’t seem to love us anymore. I was lucky to just be alive and watching the stars.
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I thought about that memory last night, and how fortunate I’ve been to have made it this far, even while everyone else seems to be making their departures. I don’t know when my time will come, when I’m off to join the rest of the world in whatever place they’ve gone to. I think I’ve come to peace with not knowing, though. More than that, I’ve come to peace with the idea of disappearing. I’ve had a good run. It was a good life.
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And I just feel lucky to have been a part of it all.
Special Containment Procedures:
+All instances of SCP-7058-01 are to be kept in their designated fireproof safe, sealed and centered in an otherwise empty 10m by 10m room. At least once per week, a D-Class personnel equipped with gloves and a sheet of paper must enter the room containing the safe, for conversion radius maintenance. The resulting new instance is to be deposited into the designated safe with the rest. Before entry, the D-Class is to verbally confirm "I will not let the paper touch my skin."
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Paper of any size or type is not permitted within 5m of any known SCP-7058-01 instance, aside from the weekly conversion radius maintenance. If an SCP-7058-01 instance is found outside of containment, it is to be incinerated, or returned to the containment safe as soon as possible (whichever is quicker) by someone with the necessary equipment to avoid skin contact with the instance.
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In the event that the designated safe is full, all but one SCP-7058-01 instance may be incinerated.
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NOTICE FROM SCP-7058 RESEARCH SUPERVISOR T.SHELBY:
+FOLLOWING THE EVENTS OF THE 2022 CONTAINMENT BREACH, NO FURTHER D-CLASS TESTING IS PERMITTED WITHOUT CLEARANCE FROM LVL-4 PERSONNEL OR HIGHER. FOR THE SAFETY OF ALL FOUNDATION STAFF, ANY PERSONNEL ATTEMPTING TO ENTER SCP-7058-01's CONTAINMENT CHAMBER ASIDE FROM CONVERSION RADIUS MAINTAINANCE WILL RECIEVE IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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Description:
+SCP-7058 is an extradimensional space which varies in shape, size, and contents between instances, but typically takes the form of a medieval courtyard or colosseum. The space is only accessible via skin contact with a "ticket," an 8cm by 12cm sheet of paper labelled "Admittance to The Jester King's Court," designated SCP-7058-01. These tickets have the ability to multiply by converting nearby paper products into more instances of themselves, and the range of this conversion ability has proven to be proportional to the amount of nearby tickets that have recently come into existence. Allowing for controlled conversion of a new SCP-7058-01 instance once per week has been effective in keeping the conversion radius at the minimum range of 5m.
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The exact point of contact between an instance of SCP-7058-01 and the skin of a living human becomes a spatial rift, as both the instance and human vanish from existence. This rift, designated SCP-7058-02, is approximately 8 cubic centimeters in volume, and visually appears to be a flickering purple flame. Anyone attempting to touch SCP-7058-02 will find themselves unable to do so, as if they were being repelled by some outside force.
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D-Class personnel with body cameras have been sent into SCP-7058 for exploration. Despite the variations in internal environment, the following features remain constant: A large assembly of animated, mummified human remains, which has been collectively designated SCP-7058-03, and a humanoid creature, designated SCP-7058-04, which is approximately 2.5m in height, with blackened decaying flesh and clad in a medieval red and blue jester's uniform.
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Upon entry to SCP-7058, the new guest is greeted by laughter and applause from SCP-7058-03, and any attempts to locate an escape route, or inquire about transpiring events, only result in more laughter from the crowd. After the audience has had time to make a spectacle of this new human guest, SCP-7058-04 dramatically announces that it is "The Jester King," and that it has a "spectacular show planned for our next jester."
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SCP-7058-04 has the ability to reach into the flesh of its victims and pull them apart, creating two separate identical bodies with identical minds. The only notable difference between the two variations of a victim is color: as one variation exhibits red pigmentation of skin, hair, and irises, while the other variation exhibits blue. After using this ability, SCP-7058-04 enthusiastically explains that only one variation gets to leave the court alive.
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The newly divided human guest is always forced into a competition to the death with the identical alteration of themselves. Rules, such as whether weapons are provided, or what types of weapons may be available, vary between iterations. Laughter and applause will frequently occur from SCP-7058-03, but seems to increase in intensity with greater emotional strain on the human guest. Some recordings have been able to pick up heckling amongst SCP-7058-03.
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Upon completion of a duel, the surviving variation of the guest is transported back to reality in the place of SCP-7058-02, which disappears. Since footage is only recoverable from the surviving variation, it is unclear exactly what happens to the corpse of the other.
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Survivors of SCP-7058 are to remain in the care of Foundation psychologists to be evaluated, until they are cleared to return to their previous living arrangements (amnestics can be administered at psychologist's discretion in the event of returning to society outside of the foundation's care). Pigmentation of the skin and hair will return to normal in 6 to 8 weeks, but the irises remain permanently red, or an unnaturally dark blue, depending on which color variation survived. It is unclear as of this time why the eyes remain colored as such.
Foreword: Interview regarding the SCP-7058-01 containment breach on November 21, 2022.
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<Begin Log, 11/22/22, 13:00>
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Auglaize: Good afternoon, Mr. Shelby.
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Shelby: Afternoon?
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Auglaize: You've been sleeping for about seventeen hours, yes. I don't blame you, though. You must've went through quite a lot yesterday.
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Shelby: Yea… And you're wanting my account of the events?
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Auglaize: If you'd be so kind.
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Shelby: Ok, then. We had an experiment scheduled for the morning of the 21st, and everything seemed to be going fine until the new research intern, [REDACTED], walked too close to the containment chamber door. Apparently he didn't know that cash counted as a paper product for the purpose of 7058-01 conversion. We hadn't even reviewed the experiment's footage yet, when we noticed all of the paper in the site was converting.
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Auglaize: And when exactly did you become aware of the breach?
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Shelby: I was taking an early lunch when I noticed the stack of napkins had become a stack of tickets. [REDACTED] had walked past the offices and breakroom with a ticket in his wallet, and the whole site was compromised.
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Auglaize: I see. So, how did you find yourself inside of SCP-7058?
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Shelby: My paper plate turned into a ticket while I was getting up to help deal with the breach. In truth, I guess I just got up too fast. I lost my balance, and in my reflex response to catch myself, accidently placed my hand on what used to be my plate. That's when I found myself in a ballroom surrounded by laughing corpses.
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Auglaize: And then -04 appeared?
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Shelby: Yep. SCP-7058-04, "The Jester King" as it calls itself. A tall, decaying, almost skeletal humanoid clad in a jester costume. The bells on its hat are shaped like tiny skulls, I don't think they mention that in the file.
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Auglaize: Stay on topic please, Ted.
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Shelby: Right, sorry. He reached into me, and… separated me. It's every bit as painful as the subjects make it out to be, if not worse. My hands, as well as the hands of my counterpart, were pulled behind our backs by an unseen force as the Jester King manifested handcuffs for us to wear.
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Auglaize: What was it like seeing an identical variant of yourself?
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Shelby: Bizarre. Like looking in a mirror, except the reflection moved of it's own volition, and was also blue… maybe the analogy of the mirror falls apart, but I'm sure I'm at least accurately conveying my state of mind.
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Auglaize: Of course. So why were you cuffed? What did it have you do next?
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Shelby: It made me and Blue Ted fight to the death with only our feet. The audience laughed every time one of us tried getting up without the use of our hands. We were basically just taking turns kicking each other over, and we were there for… I don't know, but it felt like a long time.
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Auglaize: Approximately five hours, according to the security watching 7058-02 in the breakroom.
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Shelby: Sounds about right, I guess. Anyway, Blue eventually stopped trying to get up. He told me to go ahead and finish him off. He didn't have the strength left to continue. In truth, I don't really think I did either, but I wasn't the one on the floor…
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Auglaize: You were allowed to talk to your other self throughout the fight?
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Shelby: Yea. The crowd was laughing at us too hard to even hear what we were saying anyways. We noticed a Foundation D-Class uniform amongst SCP-7058-03, and started talking about how messed up it was that we've been doing this to people.
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Auglaize: I'm sorry, but are you implying that the loser of a duel gets reanimated to spend their afterlife in the court?
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Shelby: It would appear so, yes. I wouldn't have thought of it like that until I actually got an inside look.
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Auglaize: …and that's why you ordered a cease of experimentation, I presume?
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Shelby: Yep. We had been testing D-Class on this thing since September, but I had no clue I was sending people to eternity as rotten mummies.
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Auglaize: I see. So if testing is to cease, will you still be helping to supervise SCP-7058-01's containment?
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Shelby: No, absolutely not. I never wanna see that thing again. I already put in a request to be transferred to a different project on site, right before passing out last night. I'm not allowed to say where if this is on record.
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Auglaize: I understand. So upon return to reality, you ordered a cease of testing, put in a transfer request, and immediately fell asleep?
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Shelby: That sums it up, yea. I woke up just a few minutes before this interview.
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Auglaize: Alright, then, Ted, that's all I need for today. Thanks for your time. I wish you a swift recovery.
Closing Statement: Senior Researcher Shelby returned to his duties after one week of leave, and the red coloration of skin and hair receded after approximately 7 weeks. His irises are permanently a deep red hue.
To: Dr. Athena Logan
+From: Agent Richter Auglaize
+Subject: Trouble
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I just finished the interview with Ted. He doesn't know it was you, and I intend to keep it that way. I understand where you were coming from when you said he needed to "see the error of his ways," but you could've mentioned that you were planning on sabotaging containment. If I'd have have known that, I wouldn't have pulled the strings to get that intern transferred to 7058.
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Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm in? How much trouble YOU'RE in? If you don't come back from wherever you've gone, they're sending a task force after you.
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To: Agent Richter Auglaize
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You know I wouldn't have sabotaged containment if I didn't have a foolproof plan to escape Foundation notice. No one will find me now.
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You don't understand what it was like to work in the psychology ward after Ted Shelby's "experiments." Whether he knew it or not, he was torturing people. Every time I got a new patient from 7058, they would be traumatized, some even finding ways to take their own life despite my intervention.
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I even made a plea to the Ethics Committee, you know. They said as long as new information is being gathered, testing could still be necessary for 7058, and they just made a few simple rules to "ensure the ethical treatment of subjects" as they went into a supernatural slaughterhouse. The Foundation is a joke, and I'm glad to be out of its influence.
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Don't even bother trying to contact me again. You won't be able to. The Foundation can send whoever they want… no one will be able to reach me anymore.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-709 is currently set up in TA-F2, Sector-28. Any staff member is permitted to access the sphere, provided they schedule the time in advance, so as to avoid conflict. Class D personnel wishing to use the sphere require permission from their direct supervisor.
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Description: SCP-709 is a spherical "tree house" assembled from a kit provided by the ███████ company of Vancouver Island. It has been furnished as a small apartment suitable for overnighting. When a person looks out the window for a period of more than three to five minutes, they will begin to see what appear to be alternative versions of the forest and its inhabitants, such as a "four-winged bird" or a range of bipedal cougars walking down a trail. These visions are not consistent between viewing sessions, or between observers during a single session. They can be recorded with conventional video or film equipment, but the equipment will not record the same sights as living observers; neither will different cameras record the same images, even during simultaneous recording sessions.
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Addendum: SCP-709 first came to Foundation attention when its owner began to complain to his psychiatrist of hallucinations connected to the tree house. One of our contacts, the psychiatrist, informed us of this anomalous case. After a covert visit to the tree house on █/█/███, Agent Talmor reported that the sphere was, in fact, an SCP candidate. On her recommendation, the psychiatrist encouraged her patient to replace the sphere. Posing as a local rubbish removal company, a team of agents collected the original sphere, and installed it in TA-F2. The original owner no longer complains of hallucinations, and ascribes his visions to simple imagination.
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Addendum 2: Personnel who have made use of SCP-709 are encouraged to record their observations in Observation Log 709.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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This document is currently being maintained for archival purposes, given its role in the discovery of additional anomalous activity surrounding the FIRST community.
Special Containment Procedures: Exactly one Delrin 150 protective casing inscribed with SCP-7172 is to be kept in a standard safe class containment chamber in Site-73. All other known copies containing the anomaly have been destroyed, via standard incineration protocols.
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In its initial usage, SCP-7172 has been replaced with a non anomalous version. A cover story, stating that the change ocurred in order to modernize the team’s image, has been issued.
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Description: SCP-7172 is the former logo used by the FTC1 team ‘Technical Difficulties’. It depicts an illustration of a unicorn attempting to repair an unidentified mechanical instrument, while the team name and registration number are clearly visible underneath.
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SCP-7172-1 represents a thaumaturgic rune imbued within the illustration. Its effect is a mild reality elevation of conceptual structures within close proximity. Coupled with the additional design choices of the anomaly, mainly the name chosen by the team, this effect manifests itself by causing minimal damage to electronics within close proximity to high concentrations of SCP-7172.
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Addendum 7172.1: Discovery
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The anomalous properties of the item were discovered by Agent D█████ at the North Texas Regional Championship. After hearing chatter regarding possible anomalous activity, and confirming the veracity of said claims by witnessing several instances of low probability events occuring in the proximity of SCP-7172 within a short time frame, Agent D█████ contacted the Foundation through a secured phone network, requesting an official investigation.
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Addendum 7172.2: Recovery and Interview Log
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Following Agent D█████’s request for an investigation, and subsequent proof of anomalous behaviour, a containment team was sent to retrieve all instances of SCP-7172, and it did so without incident.
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All members of the robotics team were interviewed in order to obtain information about the creation and spread of the anomaly, but were amnesticized and released when it became obvious that they were unaware of any unusual behaviour.
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Below is attached an interview that was conducted with Agent D█████, following succesful containment of the anomaly:
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Interviewed: Agent D█████, lead investigator on SCP-7172 project
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Interviewer: Doctor Sebastian C████, lead researcher on SCP-7172 project
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Foreword: Official debrief by agent D█████, regarding probe into SCP-7172 origins.
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Dr. C████: Good evening agent, as I understand it, you have concluded your investigation?
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Agent D█████: Yeah, pretty much an open and shut case.
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Dr. C████: How so?
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Agent D█████: Soon after we knew it was anomalous, we looked into the founders, and according to our files, back in 20██, one of them was caught in a raid on a Texas occult gentlemen's club. Nothing too dangerous, so they just amnesticized and released him. Too late to question him now, unfortunately, but the timeline tracks: he joined this club, shortly after starts a robotics team and puts his limited skill to use to give them an advantage, then gets raided and forgets all about it.
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Dr. C████: In that case, I suppose you have nothing else to add.
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Agent D█████: Actually, I do, because I'm going send in a application for an official inquiry into this FTC program.
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Dr. C████: What do you mean?
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Agent D█████: You see, when I was looking into proof that this was anomalous, I walked around the competition with a Bonny2 and it kept buzzing off. Nothing serious, maybe a deciHume or two, so I ignored it at the time, but looking back, it must've been over a dozen minor reality altering events, all under the same roof.
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Dr. C████: Oh. Oh.
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Agent D█████: yeah.
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Closing Statement: Following this interview, Agent D█████ formally requests access to additional resources in order to better study the ties between the FIRST program and the anomalous world.
To: Agent D█████
+From: Christopher Taeke, Director, Site 73
+Subject: FIRST investigation
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You have your funding, and I'm assigning some extra agents under your command. I understand you worked well with Sebastian, so I'm also assigning him as your research lead for the entire project.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7257 is to be held in a standard containment chamber at Site-275. All personnel entering SCP-7257's immediate proximity are to be equipped with HATs1 to ensure the preservation of their personal human identity and sense of self worth.
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Description: SCP-7257 is a metallic cube that was extracted from the bottom of the Antarctic Ocean approximately 700 kilometers from New Zealand's southern coast. Following a thorough cleaning procedure, SCP-7257 was revealed to have sides measuring exactly 2.5 meters in length, though all attempts to discern the material composition of the object have proven inconclusive.
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SCP-7257's primary anomalous effect manifests as a memetic signal continuously transmitted from its exterior surface. This effect's intensity is inversely proportional to the subject's distance from the object, gradating from slight numbness paired with a sense of vague yearning, to writhing convulsions exacerbated by an aggressive distension of the subject's psyche from their human identity. Notably, though the exact active range of the object remains unknown, incidences of Site-275 staff reporting uncomfortable "wiggliness" remain dramatically outside of the acceptable statistical range.
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Incident 7257.1: During a test aimed at analyzing the resonant properties of SCP-7257, Researcher Ian Twiss was instructed to strike SCP-7257 with a tuning fork. This caused SCP-7257 to emit a low hum, which gradually increased in pitch and volume to near deafening levels before stabilizing momentarily. The object then emanated a luminescent beam from its upward facing side which pierced through the roof of the containment chamber and struck the cloud-cover of the sky above, creating the impression of a "very square octopus" or "squiddy thing" in the intersection.
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Further resonance tests have been suspended pending an investigation into SCP-7257's luminescent properties.2
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SCP-7257-1 pre-emergence.
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Incident 7257.2: The corpse of a colossal squid on display in the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa was observed breaching its display unit before spilling out into the room and flailing aimlessly for a short period. The object then went dormant for 13 minutes before its outer flesh started sloughing away and amassing in an approximately humanoid-shaped figure. This figure then separated itself from the carcass, landing in a heap of flesh due to a lack of bones, and called out to onlookers in a then unidentified language. Foundation operatives working within the museum rapidly contained both the squid carcass3 and the mound, later classified SCP-7257-1, which operatives specifically note "wailed from every orifice" until being relocated to a small glass tank.
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As attempts to communicate with SCP-7257-1 following the event were hampered by both its amorphous physical state and an apparent language barrier, no initial interrogation could be conducted.
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Incident 7257.3: Exactly one week following Incident 7257.1, SCP-7257's memetic radius rapidly increased in size, encompassing Site-275 and incapacitating approximately one third of staff before evacuation protocol could be initiated. Due to limited HAT supply during evacuation a large number of personnel escaped with partial exposure to the object, suffering effects such as: diminished or lost speech, extreme thirst, numbness, yearning, loss of limb function, and in a small number of cases, gaining a compulsion to tightly grasp various geometric objects.
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Following the event, recovered HATs were utilized to rescue staff and reaffirm the containment of Site-275's anomalous inventory. Increasing interference from SCP-7257 soon bypassed the countermemetic effect of these devices, introducing unacceptable risk to further excursion attempts and postponing Site recapture until a method of reducing SCP-7257's influence could be discerned.
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Incident 7257.4: After a brief investigation, SCP-7257-1 was found to be speaking basic Ämärangnä.4 A protracted question and answer session facilitated by Researcher Ian Twiss's rudimentary knowledge of the language provided the following insights:
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"Who are you?"
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"I am squid."
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"You appear to be a human right now. Why is this?"
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"Easier to talk. Looking for boyfriend."
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"Why did you create a body with no bones then?"
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"Forgot how to bone. Where is boyfriend?"
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"Why did you come out now?
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"No talk without boyfriend."
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"How did you get into the squid?"
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"No talk without boyfriend. Bring me to him."
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"If we bring you your boyfriend, will you answer more questions?"
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"No talk without boyfriend."
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"How will we know it's your boyfriend?"
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"You will know."
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"Where can we find him?"
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"In water."
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"What does he look like?"
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"Cube."
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Incident 7257.5: Due to the information uncovered in Incident 7257.4 and spurred by an insistence of SCP-7257's sapience and relationship with SCP-7257-1, it was decided that SCP-7257-1 should be exposed to SCP-7257 to attempt to dampen its anomalous effects and allow for the recapture of Site-275. Due to the subject's lack of bones and a professed inability to fleshcraft itself further, Ian Twiss, who remained the only accessible personnel capable of communicating with the object, was assigned to act as its escort to the cube. His account is as follows.
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It wasn't a super high tech ordeal, really. They gave me one of those HATs, strapped a tank of flesh to my back, and told me to get in, get out, no big deal, good luck.
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I really didn't see how it could go wrong, so I was optimistic. I'd worked on the object before it started getting weirder, meaning I actually knew where I was going, mostly, navigating the place. It was just a matter of walking through those familiar, though empty, mazes of pristine hallways —letting everything blur together a bit— and waiting until I noticed anything worth stopping for. A good chunk of that empty time passed before I finally saw something out of the ordinary.
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A victim.
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He was laying there, curled up in a ball, half conscious and muttering nonsense to himself. The agents had told me to ignore anyone I found on the way in: "Can't risk losing your HAT" they said, but I thought just sliding the guy a bit further away from the object wouldn't hurt too much. Of course, just as I tried to pull him out of whatever trance he was in, he looks at me and just screams. I jumped a bit, letting go of him, but all he did was lay there desperately craning his neck back in the other direction, twisting his head and shouting stuff like "I NEED HIM!" "I AM BROKEN!" "I AM INFERIOR!" but otherwise staying completely limp.
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I pushed him back to where he was —that calmed him down a bit— then carried on on my way.
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Over the next 30 minutes or so I passed more and more of those sort of staff members. Unable to move one way or another, but all desperately reaching the same way I was going. The puddle man was starting to shake a bit, restless probably. That wasn't really a problem though, not exactly. I mean, there really weren't any big issues until I got to Sector B.
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So yeah. The frequency of incapacitated staff kept going up and up until they started doing some strange things. More and more often, it would seem like they were trying to move —but not with their legs or arms, no— like a worm, wriggling and writhing in place. I'd just assumed that they were getting nowhere fast, but then I rounded a corner and saw a pile of them blocking the way from Sector C to Sector B. Not just a small pile up, like something I could step over even, but just a wall of people, back to back, skin to skin, filling the entire corridor and blocking it off completely. That one hallway. The only way to 7257. I give my thanks to whoever designed Site-275 for their prospering genius.
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There were two options then. Try and push my way through the wall and risk losing the HAT, or dig. I liked the second option better —marginally— so I got to work pushing on body after writhing, screaming, gibberish chanting, desperately resisting, body. Fighting them out of the blockage one after one as the flesh being in the tank on my back slowly got jittery, then restless, starting to shake and shake, as I kept fighting down body after body after body after body, yet…
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Well… I'd made a noticeable dent in the mass, but I still couldn't get a read on how deep it was. It had been hours, hours of working away at this one impasse, covered in sweat, and not just my sweat, digging, all while the flesh man wouldn't stop FUCKING shaking. I was tired, I was frustrated, and I was done. No more. I sat down to rest, and seeing it was stopping me from finding any meagre sense of comfort, turned to detach the tank from my back.
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That was when it erupted.
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I buckled as my center of mass rapidly shifted, falling forward as the flesh man leapt out of his tank. I winced, hearing a clatter as the HAT tumbled from my head, hitting the floor and breaking immediately on impact. As I scrambled for the pieces, I saw the flesh man oozing into the pile of writhing bodies, blubbering jubilantly and sprouting limb after limb, tentacle after tentacle, before disappearing into the mound. I tried to run after him but I fell to the ground. I could feel it breaking in. Pulsing. Beating away my panic, and the noise, and the bodies. Pushing it all away and making space for one thought. "Wiggle."
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Wiggle, and find Him.
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I could feel Him nearby in the heart of the site. He was close. He needed me and I needed Him, but my bones were weak and useless and my body was subpar and all I could do was wiggle and wiggle and push. I drove my head into the other bodies, diving into them as I wiggled more, driven by the thought of holding Him and knowing Him and meeting Him again, because we need each other and we need each other to feel right, and whole, and perfect again in our subpar horrible bodies, but all we can do is wiggle and wiggle and wiggle and wiggle.
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Wiggle. For minutes, hours, however long it takes to get to you.
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And wiggle. It doesn't matter how long it takes. It's been so long since I felt your touch.
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Just wiggle. I've not felt whole for all this time. I've wasted away, rusted, became everything I wasn't, degraded my already worthless body, waiting for the perfection that is you. You. Please. I need you. Now. I need you please. Desperately. I need you-
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[Twiss is interrupted and given a moment to calm down.]
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Yep. Sorry. Alright…
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After an eternity I found His chamber. The center of everything, the center of my— no. I looked up from the piles of other staff, all wriggling together desperately reaching for his glory. Reaching, but unable to find him, meagre tentacles compared to His one and only.
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He was massive. He was perfect. He was everything I'd ever dreamed to be, and he was hugging Him tight. So so tight. Tighter than I ever could, but I didn't need to anymore because He was and it was perfect and good and the world was whole again. Together again, at last.
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My vision faded as the glee overtook every facet of my being.
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I woke up in the recovery wing.
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Here I am now, just 3 months later.
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Addendum 7257.1: Following Incident 7257.5, SCP-7257's containment chamber has been augmented to mimic the conditions of the deep sea. SCP-7257-1 has also been allowed to reside with SCP-7257 to mitigate further outbursts, given it remains in active communication with site staff. Implementation of these changes have succeeded in reducing SCP-7257's active radius to negligible levels, though personnel have thus far refrained from questioning the pair in depth as to not interrupt the "very intimate exchanges" that have been common in the months following their reunion.
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Incident 7257.6: One month following Incident 7257-4, during a session of his mandated reorientation therapy involving a tuning fork, Researcher Ian Twiss was observed to become suddenly lucid, grasping the object and exiting the recovery wing. Twiss then utilized his elevated Site-wide clearance5 to enter the SCP-7257 observation deck, where he raised the fork to the glass, and asked:
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"Why this?"
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Cameras then observed SCP-7257-1 wrapping a tentacle around SCP-7257 before answering, eliciting a sudden spike in SCP-7257's memetic signal output which caused Twiss to collapse. Moments later, he then began to contort, eventually arranging his body and limbs into a cubic form which he remained in until medical staff arrived to intervene.6
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After a lengthy debate on the proper translation of the entity's response, International translators have agreed on the following interpretation:
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"Boyfriend hate sound of his voice. Need big strong squid for comfort."
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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+SCP-7363 is an aggregated file of multiple reports found in the system by RAISA operatives. As such, some details may not be consistent and has been assigned the Object Class of Skótos1 until a proper record is established.
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Record 1: Submitted by [Account Corrupted] on 13/04/2022
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Proposed Description: SCP-7363 is the collective designation of one (1) greenhouse, sixty-four (64) anomalously large plants, and one (1) two story house in the Outer Banks off the coast of North Carolina. Based on initial testing of digestive tissue found in dead plant specimens, the majority of the plants comprising SCP-7363 are believed to be carnivorous and able to feed on medium-sized prey. SCP-7363 and the corresponding megaflora were initially discovered by local government officials during a routine inspection of the property's gas meter and reported to the North Carolina State University at Raleigh because of their size.
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Samples of digestive fluids from living specimens are scheduled to be collected on May 12th, 2022. –Submitted by Audrey Greene
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Record 2: Submitted by [Account Corrupted] on 22/06/2022
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Proposed Description: SCP-7363 is a group of carnivorous plants found in North Carolina within a large, private greenhouse. According to all records, there is no known owner of the estate upon which SCP-7363 is located. As a result, the entire property containing SCP-7363 has been acquired as a Foundation asset and condemned to prevent future occupation.
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Plants comprising SCP-7363 are of various families of what are colloquially known as "Pitcher Plants" and, based on Foundation botanists' estimates, would have required sporadic feedings of large prey – up to the size of a full-grown human – to have grown to their present size. However, no records of any missing persons have been flagged in the area as abnormal – making the cause of their large size a present mystery. Testing to confirm hunting strategy, evidence of past prey, and genetics for classification is scheduled for mid-July. –Submitted by Patrick Denton
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Record 3: Submitted by [Account Corrupted] on 01/09/2022
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Proposed Description: SCP-7363 is a property in North Carolina containing a small, dilapidated house and a medium-sized greenhouse in the backyard. The house on the SCP-7363 property appears to have been lived in up until as recently as January 2022, based on the expiry date of the milk carton found in the fridge, although no such individual has been identified in any governmental records. Based on records found around the house, the owner was an exceptional parabotanist with a keen interest in sapient plant life, Daeva mythology, and memetic toxins. One such record was a framed doctorate in a personal office addressed to Dr. Vincent Martin.
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According to notes found in the personal office, Dr. Martin is believed to have been working to find some form of memetic toxin for use by Foundation operatives breaching spaces controlled by particularly dangerous groups of interest. Foundation chemists have examined the biomolecules sketched throughout the notebooks and believe that Dr. Martin was aiming to produce a plant-based toxin with the ability to completely erase an individual retroactively, leaving no trace of them having ever existed so as to not raise the attention of missing personnel during infiltration. Unfortunately, while the final toxin design appears to be possible, no samples of the working toxin were recovered from SCP-7363. Notes have been transferred to the Department of Sciences Chemists for further analysis and potential synthesis.
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Investigation into the greenhouse behind SCP-7363 is scheduled for September 9th –Submitted by Seymour Wilkinson
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Record 4: Submitted by gro.tenPiCS|kinhsuMNE#gro.tenPiCS|kinhsuMNE on 10/01/2023
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Proposed Description: SCP is a house in North Carolina with Foundation iconography found throughout the property. In the back of the house is an attached greenhouse with various anomalous plant species. Species within this greenhouse are believed to include unidentified megaflora variations of Nepenthes, Sarraceniaceae, Cephalotaceae, and Drosera, although a more formal taxonomic identification is awaiting investigation by Site-103 staff.
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Of note, several Foundation ID cards were discovered inside a dead Nepenthes pitcher belonging to no known personnel. Further testing is paused until the identities of Senior Botanist Dr. Audrey Greene, Junior Taxonomist Patrick Denton, Senior Researcher Dr. Seymour Wilkinson, and Site-103 Head Researcher Dr. Vincent Martin can be determined.
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Temporary Special Containment Procedures: Until further testing can be completed, SCP-7363 is to remain guarded from the public and all Foundation personnel without a clearance level 4 or higher. All Foundation iconography is to be removed and the property is to be made to look occupied by at least one dedicated agent.
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Additional request for containment team assigned to SCP-7363: Please also provide some new tools for eventual testing. I noticed that the ladder currently propped up in the far corner is a little slippery and unstable. Don't need anyone falling in before testing even has a chance to begin. Thanks! –Dr. Ellen Mushnik
Three conjoined instances of SCP-7392 photographed in Site-33, Sublevel-4b.
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Special Containment Procedures: Personnel are to report new manifestations of SCP-7392 to site logistics and maintenance authorities. Overgrowths of SCP-7392 are to be trimmed. Occurrences of SCP-7392 within homes, vehicles, and other forms of private property may be removed at the owner's discretion.1
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Description: SCP-7392 is a collection of biomechanical constructs resembling security and surveillance devices2 that appear in contextually appropriate locations throughout regions trafficked by Foundation personnel. Instances of SCP-7392, despite their appearance, do not interface with the Foundation's network and are therefore not actually usable as security apparatus.
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SCP-7392 are connected by an arbour of nerve cells, growing through any susceptible superstructure — penetrating concrete, steel, and other materials — and forming outpouches where instances of SCP-7392 will develop. The arbour supplies efferent tributaries leading from SCP-7392 to a theorised central organism or processing centre, designated SCP-7392-A. Tracing of the arbour in order to locate SCP-7392-A is currently not viable, as the nerves of colonies of SCP-7392 travel deeper into the ground than excavation and ground-penetrating radar can presently ascertain.
Excerpt From Incident Report, 14/04/12, Site-33 (Sublevel-4b, Northwest Wing):
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Summary: During routine architectural audit, a core sample of concrete was extracted from the North wall of a utility closet in Sublevel-4b. Several litres of foetid organic effluent were released from a cavity within the wall. Laboratory analysis indicates that the fluid is an acidic suspension of fats, sugars, and proteins, as well as enzymes for their breakdown. The conclusion of the Department of Biochemistry is that the fluid is a digestive excretion.
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Partially dissolved body parts were discovered within the cavity. Proteomic and genetic analysis of recovered solids revealed the presence of human skin, muscle, and blood, alongside non-human bones and mesodermal tissues. All parts, despite differences in their genetic provenance, were able to be reassembled into a single partially digested human3 body.
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Dental records are consistent with Technician Deja-Reve, who could not be located following the incident; work records indicate that Deja-Reve had not been seen in several days. This was not noticed due to him being alienated from his peers at the time. Former acquaintances, when interviewed, reported that he had undergone a noticeable personality shift several weeks prior.
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Shortly after the cavity's contents were evacuated, the digestive organ began to mineralise, replacing its entire volume with a porous, concrete-like substance within several hours. Instances of SCP-7392 throughout Site-33 were noted to exhibit higher levels of activity and growth than were typical for a number of days afterwards.
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Special Containment Procedures: Twelve vials containing dormant SCP-7448 mutagenic cell compounds are flash frozen and stored in Site-23, with periodic checks to monitor, and if needed, restore cohesion to the aforementioned compounds. Documentation on the full process regarding the creation of the compound is available in extant documentation SCP-7448-3G8fD11.
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Description: SCP-7448 is a parabiological compound created in a joint effort led by the Department of Epidemiology and Microbiology in an attempt at facilitating near-unlimited regenerative capabilities in an affected individual. SCP-7448 was created by injecting a batch of pluripotent stem cells with CNSS2 paradrugs, Plerixaflor, and micro Hume RABs3 in order to induce near instantaneous cellular regeneration.
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Due to an as of then unknown conflict between the mixture of substances and the way RABs affect the human body, all of the test trial subjects have either expired or became nigh-indistinguishable from an expired state. Because of this, test trials for SCP-7448 have been stopped indefinitely, with the remaining vials being stored for archival purposes. Documentation regarding the trials centered around SCP-7448 can be found below.
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ARCHIVED TRIALS
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Subject: D-39481
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Procedure: Subject was administered a small (20ml) dose of SCP-7448, sedatives, and had a small incision made on their left forearm.
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Results: Wound healed during the course of a few seconds, with minimal side effects occurring. Samples of new skin and fleshy tissue revealed genetic makeup to be slightly different compared to the original cellular makeup of D-39481, possessing similarities to Pan troglodytes4 genes.
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Procedure: Subject was sedated, and had their left index finger amputated.
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Results: Finger grew back after a few seconds in a decayed state, displaying acute signs of Brachydactyly. Structural analysis of new finger revealed small similarities in structure to other primates closely related to the Homo Sapiens species.
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Procedure: Subject was sedated, then had their left arm amputated.
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Results: The arm of D-39481 failed to regenerate properly, forming a vestigial fleshy stump in its place. Subject, despite heavy sedative dosage, complained about severe pain even after the procedure.
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Procedure: Subject was administered full-body anesthesia, and had the right kidney amputated. Upon waking up, subject was administered a 75ml dose of SCP-7448.
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Results: Shortly after administration, D-20021 experienced partial reformation of the kidney. Subject's lower back, right lumbar region and right hypochondriac region were subsequently enveloped by a fleshy tumor. Analysis of tumor indicate presence of early, unknown proto-bacteriums and DNA of Homo neanderthalensis which seem to have undergone basic carcinisation. D-20021's motor functions were severely impaired due to this incident, requiring advanced care.
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Procedure: Subject was administered full-body anesthesia, and had a partial heart removal procedure. 60ml of SCP-7448 was injected into D-55435 shortly afterwards.
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Results: Subject's heart began regrowing, along with skeletal muscle tissue growing in mass without signs of stopping. D-55435's muscle structure was determined to have similar characteristics to an array of different Hominidae5 species. Despite attempts to negate this, D-55435's body had grown to a final size of 19m2.
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Results: Due to the SCP-7448 compound still being active within the subject's bloodstream, incineration took 37 hours. Upon completion, subject revived, in a heavily emaciated and damaged state. Multiple features of D-55435 were incompatible with modern human biology, including a fibrous, beaked face, multiple vestigial fingers on both arms, and a musculature similar to late Homo Sapiens descendants. Subject could not walk, talk or move7, and possessed no apparent conscious ability.
Special Containment Procedures: Efforts are to be centered upon the capture of an SCP-7565 instance - either dead or alive - to allow for further studies of the species. Until this is achieved, reported sightings of the anomaly are to be considered the main instrument of research and investigation.
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Description: SCP-7565 is a species of late-surviving sauropodal dinosaur that inhabits the marshes and waterways of Central Africa. Known by the local population as Mokèle-mbèmbé,1 sightings of the anomaly have taken place since the late 19th century, typically by the hand of European explorers in the region; despite the multitude of sightings, the difficult terrain, remote location of its habitat and the large size and aggressive disposition of the animal has prevented any specimen, either dead or alive, from being captured.
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The anomaly has universally been described as large, often compared to the size of an adult Bush Elephant (Loxodonta africana). The hide of SCP-7565 instances is thick, scaleless and soft to the touch, while the neck is long and serpentine. Furthermore, the tail is heavily muscular, able to perform powerful movements in the water. Many of the aforementioned adaptations are unique to SCP-7565, and aren’t found on previous members of Sauropoda, Saurischia or Dinosauria, and might be the result of its unique lifestyle.
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SCP-7565’s main difference from other sauropod dinosaurs is its semi-aquatic lifestyle, as reported through many reliable sources in the early and mid-20th century. These primarily European reports have all noted how SCP-7565 instances spend most of the day resting within the lakes, rivers or ponds from whence it grazes upon underwater vegetation or grass. This herbivorous diet was complemented by occasional meat, as many of the earliest reports noted it to consider small mammals, including Homo sapiens, to be prey. It is believed that the population has remained low since its discovery; any substantial population of large animals requires high quantities of calories to sustain itself. As such, the presence of a large population of SCP-7565 would be immediately noticeable through its impact on the rest of the Congolese ecosystem.
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Addendum 7565.1: History of Discovery
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Reports of large reptilian creatures living in the African interior have taken place for centuries. These initial sightings have mostly been dismissed due to the presence of fantastical elements, the allegorical nature of the tales, and multiple internal contradictions. As such, the first sighting to be officially classified as an SCP-7565 instance took place in British Bechuanaland in summer 1887, by British Officer Albert Moss, in a letter sent to the Zoological Society of London. The document is attached below.
To my Dear Friends from the Zoological Society of London,
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I write to you to talk of a most important matter and ask for assistance. The news of newly discovered fauna in the depths of the Dark Continent must be overwhelming, but the hundreds of frogs, worms, birds or bats pale in comparison of which I am about to tell you.
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I arrived here a scant few months ago. When I learnt of my new position in the Kalahari, I hoped to hunt for the game of Austral Africa. But surrounding the gold mines we fiercely guarded there was a scarcity of any of the African megafauna. One could only find some gazelles and impalas, and the cheetah that followed them, but little else. I first rationalized this a result of the environment, harsh and far away from Britain’s civilizing light and spent the next two months with little to occupy my mind but few adventure books from home.
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He told me of the existence of a monster that inhabited those marshes, a relic of the antediluvian world. An aggressive gigantic reptile, with a long serpentine neck and the size of an elephant that was a threat to animal and men alike, driving most fauna far away from where it lived. Initially, I had a hard time believing it, it seemed completely fantastical, but the more I thought the more sense it made. This continent that barely changed since the stone age is the only place such monsters could still live. Barely three days after hearing it I set up to north to find the beast myself.
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I will spare you the details of the short-lived expedition. While Captain Wilson remained at our post, I ventured north with two natives to show me the paths. Here I would remain for two weeks, in which I failed to see the creature. I was disheartened, as I believed that I would never be able to catch the primeval reptile. With this thought I was prepared to leave again, when I heard an animalistic scream, a gazelle being attacked, by what I didn’t yet know. I tried running towards the scene of the attack, when I arrived there of the gazelle only a bloodied head remained, and its perpetrator long gone.
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I looked around, excited to have the opportunity to see the animal that brought me here, it had already gone a long way, but far away, in front of the orange setting sun I finally saw it. It was large, larger than anything I had seen before, most peculiar was the long appendage, likely a neck, that came out of the beast’s body. I couldn’t distinguish more details as the setting sun blinded me. I tried to shoot at it, foolishly, but by the time the sun finally hid behind the hills the monster was long gone.
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Now that I’m back on camp I must tell you of the importance of capturing the beast living beyond the Kalahari, it would not just result in the biggest zoological discovery of the century, the further exploration of Rhodesia, of its natural resources, would too be a way to finally gain supremacy over the Germans in Austral Africa. However, we face difficulties in the lack of men and proper resources at our disposal for such a task, which we hope you can provide.
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While occasional mentions of other reptilian organisms similar to Captain Moss's description took place over the next years, they typically lacked details over the characteristics of the animal or the location of the sighting, being useless for the further studies of the anomaly. This trend would be broken in 1898 by Bernard Fassl, in his Afrikanische Zoologie, which described SCP-7565 thus:
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Where the Lualaba and Luluva rivers met, the Congo Basin becomes a series of deep marshes that reaches as far as Rhodesia. The greatest fauna here is not a hippopotamus nor a rhinoceros, but a large reptile unknown elsewhere in Africa, the pygmies of the forest tell of its immense strength, resilient hide and temperamental behavior claiming it to be some kind of mixture of Elephant and dragon, unlikely to be any type of crocodile or lizard, it seems to me to be one of the great sauropods of old. Fitting for a continent frozen in time.
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This report brought the Foundation’s attention upon the region, showing interest in further research on the anomaly, which was classified as SCP-7565 in the following months. The first full-scale Foundation expedition into the Congo Basin took place on June 1901, working alongside the German KDPPA.3 With further ones being undertaken in the following years, all failing on the primary objective of capturing SCP-7565.
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EXPEDITION TIMELINE
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SUMMARY OF EVENTS
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June 3rd – November 5th 1901
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Initial incursion into the Congo Basin was delayed by non-cooperative authorities from The Free State.4 Upon finally entering the territory the European explorers contracted as guides managed to lead the combined forces of the Foundation and KDPPA towards recently-discovered Katanga, a particularly heavy raining season and multiple malarious outbreaks forced it to return home before any discovery was made.
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No sightings of SCP-7565 took place.
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January 12th 1903 – February 2nd 1905
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Three Belgian guides were hired for the mission. The area surrounding Lake Mweru was reached quickly, just a few weeks into the expedition, and from it multiple exploration teams would originate. Despite initial success, the aggressive fauna of the region was a constant issue, with many expedition members being greatly injured by constant attacks of leopards and crocodiles. The death of the lead researcher and two of the hired guides by a thaumaturgical accident put a final nail in the coffin of the expedition, with most of its members returning to sites under Foundation control
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Cave paintings interpreted as depicting SCP-7565 were discovered. A “Way” was established during the mission’s duration, and would be employed for the next three expeditions.
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May 5th – June 7th 1906
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The expedition had to retreat soon after starting. Native peoples near Lake Bangweulu became hostile after the British guide (fluent in Twa and Lingala) threatened them with murder, slavery and cannibalism. In the attempt to flee, the guide would get lost and died of dehydration. His soul would later be contacted by a Foundation spiritist, and he would claim this whole incident was just an accident.
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No sightings of SCP-7565 took place as the expedition members were too occupied fleeing the area.
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September 23rd 1906 – March 11th 1907
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Cordial relationships were re-established with the local populace. Exploration took place in areas of known para-ecological significance. The expedition would eventually return as the supplies lowered below the designated safety threshold.
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Many of the expedition members mentioned seeing SCP-7565, though the local population seemed unwilling to share information related to the anomaly.
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November 16th 1907 – March 1909
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A repeat of the aims of the previous expedition with heightened supplies and the help of a multinational team of guides. There was a high attrition rate as a result of diseases. Sightings of SCP-7565 were recorded, as were of agents belonging to the KDPPA and the Estate noir.
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SCP-7565 was described with many differences, many claimed SCP-7565 possessed a single large horn and an armored skin, while other sightings claimed the anomaly to have upright plaques along its back.
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September 23rd 1910 – March 1914
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The area encompassing the space from Lake Kivu to the Lualaba River was subject of frequent patrols during the expedition’s four years, the harsh weather and terrain made progress slow. While many expedition members would claim to have seen SCP-7565 none managed to locate remains belonging to it, or were able to capture the anomaly.
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Despite the failure to locate SCP-7565, many relevant mineral sources were discovered, they are now under Foundation ownership.
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No further expedition would take place for the following thirty years, as a result of both World Wars and recovery from the Great Depression. The most noticeable development on SCP-7565’s research would come from outside The Veil, with German Captain Ludwig Freiherr von Stein zu Lausnitz describing a large sauropod inhabiting the jungles of Cameroon where he was positioned at, and mentioning “Mokele-Mbembe” as being the name for SCP-7565.
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Following the war's end, the number and funding of Foundation-led expeditions in the Congo Basin significantly decreased due to the consistent failures of obtaining remains of SCP-7565 or the capture of a live specimen. As of 1978 this trend has been maintained.
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Update, January 10th 1985
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Starting in the mid-1980s, a change in the policy of SCP-7565 resulted in the interviewing of many native guides who had in the past claimed to know SCP-7565’s location or whose clients have claimed to see the anomaly. As many share similar details, only the most relevant of them has been transcribed below. Non-relevant data has been removed.
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[BEGIN LOG]
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“I was some day around 1954 when I first heard of the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. I was 16 at the time, I knew my ways around the nearby forests as I was working as a guide and suddenly one day work presented itself without announcement. One summer morning a small river boat came to our modest town, with 10 strangers packed like sardines in it.
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The strangers weren’t anything that our town hadn’t seen before, a group of 9 whites and a native guide trying to explore the continent’s interior. My parents told me those folks used to be very common before the war in Europe. Only one things made them strange; their objective, the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’.”
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“The reason it was strange was simple; we had never heard of the “Mokele-Mbembe” before. As much as the whites insisted it was a local myth, that wasn’t the case, not the adults nor the elderly had ever heard of such a thing. Even the name was non-sense, I don’t know if it means anything somewhere but for sure it didn’t mean “One who stops the flow of rivers” here.
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The descriptions they gave of the animal were of little use too, not resembling any single thing from here.
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Still, they were constantly asking – practically demanding – that we’d guide them where it lived, and that we gave them more information about the creature. Sooner rather than later I stepped up as a guide, both to make them shut up, get out and hoping to get some easy money."
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"No I wasn’t really worried about finding anything, were a monster to truly live here we would have been the first to know, not them. It is stupid to think otherwise. I didn’t had a reason to worry about any real predators or other aggressive animal either, as our town’s hunters were very active this time of the year and were sure to drive them out.
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The place I took them was a small waterfall north of our village, typically it would only take half a day to arrive it, but their lack of experience navigating the muddy marshes made it take the entire day. By the end of it they were so tired that they had forgotten their initial objective and only wished to go back to town. I advised against it, as it was already late night, and for once they listened.
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Once we finally started going back the next morning, I asked them more about the ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. I was actually very curious about what the creature they were looking for was. Rather than describing it for the hundredth time one of the whites snaped a tree branch and drew a silhouette on the muddy ground, and then I finally realized what it was. A brontosaurus! I remembered them from some old comics my father had brought to town years ago. They didn’t live here though, that much I could tell you."
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“Yes, I’m pretty sure of that”
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“Afterwards? Well once we arrived at town they didn’t take long to leave downstream, at least they paid well, they weren’t cheap unlike some of those that came after.
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If you meant what happened after that day, it is simple. They, whites, just kept on coming. Became almost a yearly event. Some rich white missionaries or wannabe explorers arrived to our town, and asked for guides, supplies and whatever else they though needed to go further into the woodlands and find ‘Mokele-Mbembe’. The second time this happened we were still wondering what exactly they wanted, by the third we had already an entire industry set up.
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Whenever they came we choose some of our townsfolk to be their guide, who would send them through a safe path on the forest, with enough scenery to liven up their imagination and allow for ‘sights’ of the creature. A big part of this whole process was storytelling, either designed months in advanced or made-up on the spot, the guides would tell the whites stories from made-up ancestors and their fights with the monster made up by the European.
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While these stories varied depending on who told them, the main factor on deciding the story to tell was the reaction of our visitors, some wanted to hear that Mokele-Mbembe was a slow slumbering herbivore that could only live in the water, others about a dangerous creature that had and will kill man if given the chance. For all kinds of peoples there was a suitable tale, and these were refined over the years of visits.
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It wasn’t really a scam, or at least I wouldn’t think of it that way. They asked to see something that didn’t exist, so we showed them what did, when we tried to explain some the truth, they all refused to listen. Besides, they don’t come to see and learnt of anything from Africa, they only want to see something in Africa.”
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“Have you been listening to anything I told you? No ‘Mokele-Mbembe’ isn’t real, never was, I don’t know where the idea came from but not from us. In this town the only people that will honestly tell you that it is a real thing are children yet to differentiate fact from fiction.”
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“Why do I even bother.”
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[END LOG]
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Similar testimonies have been extracted from other native guides, as these contradict well known reputable sources regarding SCP-7565 they have been dismissed. Investigations on SCP-7565 are still ongoing.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7665 is kept under Foundation control with an electric fence surrounding the perimeter. Under the authority of Site-77, Outpost-709 has been established for research and containment procedures. Any staff member is permitted to access the sphere, provided they schedule the time in advance, so as to avoid conflict.
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Update: Site-118’s researchers are currently working to understand the infohazardous properties of the anomaly, staff members are currently not allowed to use the sphere.
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Description: SCP-7665 is the name given to a spherical “tree house” located near the town of Gorizia, Italy, in a nearby forest. The structure is made out of wooden planks from a large variety of trees, with the only source of natural light being a glass porthole with a thickness of 7 cm.
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As several climbing plants have established themselves on the anomaly, there is no need for any constant pruning. The furniture is very simple, featuring a bed, a bedside table, and 3 photos dated early 1900s.
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When a human subject looks out the window, they will be able to see an extradimensional space. It is named SCP-7665-1 and looks nearly identical to baseline reality.
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SCP-7665-1 appears to be a dense forest in summer season consisting of tall pine and fir trees; the ground seems to be quite muddy and the roots of the trees are much more extensive than normal.
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Usually anomalous entities are visible from SCP-7665, these subjects (referred to as SCP-7665-[ALPHABET LETTER]) do not appear to be affected by the presence of SCP-7665 as long as the anomaly is visible. A thorough description on the entities viewed by the agents during the search sessions can be found in Addendum-7665-1.
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The presence of SCP-7665-1 seems to only partially afflict baseline reality and SCP-7665; in fact, the only thing that can come into contact with subjects within SCP-7665 are auditory anomalies.
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SCP-7665 was discovered in 2011, when Leonardo Rampogna, at that time 10 years old, ran away from home given several threats of different kinds made by his father. There he sought shelter and found SCP-7665, spending the entire night inside the anomaly he pointed out the vision of frightening entities; which spent the entire night watching him, then disappeared into the forest. The Foundation became interested in the incident and discovered the anomaly.
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Addendum-7665-1: List of SCP-7665-[ALPHABET LETTER] instances
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SCP-7665-A
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A humanoid entity, with shining white medieval armor. They possesses an iron shield and a sword.
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SCP-7665-A with a calm step and sword drawn passed over the path of 7665-1, clearly visible from SCP-7665. The subject stood still for a few minutes and then began to look in the direction of the agents. After 4 minutes, the instance opened the helmet, which showed that inside the armor was empty. Afterwards he sat down on a rock, unholstering a nib he wrote on a paper, and attached it to a tree near the agents. The text wrote in English read:My body was left, that was also taken from me. I lost the name years ago.
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SCP-7665-B
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A yellow deer of unknown species, able to amit vocalizations akin to a 5 year old.
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At first, It began singing a soft tune to itself, not noticing SCP-7665. After realizing the presence of the treehouse and the agents inside, its mood suddenly soured to disgust and hatred. After approximately 2 minutes, it said the following words: "I will never forget what you did to us." It then left.
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Two foxes (Vulpes vulpes) able to change matter into various forms. They are believed to have telepathic abilities between each other by Foundation scientists.
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The two foxes came out of a hole and grabbed two sticks. They then anomalously turned the sticks into two identical tea cups, complete with tea inside. After this, they began to drink out of it and believed to communicate through telepathy. They either did not see SCP-7665 or chose to ignore it.
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SCP-7665-D
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Theorised to be a regular humanoid, however when a person views SCP-7665-D, they will believe it is strange and unnatural. They will attempt to comprehend why it looks strange but will fail to give any reasoning.
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After first being spotted by Foundation agents, it began to approach SCP-7665 and began to say the following words: "Now, now, I may seem different but we once lived together. I hope one day, we can become friends again." They then sat down on a nearby log and looked at the rest of the forest.
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An adventurer with the sense of a different time period.
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Not much is known, dresses in 18th century clothing and has some bird traits.
This file includes references to inhabitants of the realm of the unnamable. Therefore, it follows Protocol 4000-ESHU. You are requested to know it in depth before reading further, both for your own safety and others.
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At 7:30 a.m. on 18/08/2017, during an almost concluded search session, the two agents Carmelina Montecalvo and Orentino Baldovino who were inside SCP-7665 witnessed the appearance of the man with the behaviour of another era.
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Note that the entity appears to have entered through the porthole present in SCP-7665.
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Agents: Agent Montecalvo; Agent Baldovino
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[START LOG]
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”Good morning gentlemen, I see you are sleepy, would you like some coffee?”
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(Agent Baldovino quickly gets up from his own bed. After standing all up he keeps his hand on the gun, which was under his pillow.)
”I ask you to lower your tone and keep calm. Anyway, I’m a citizen and baron ofthe court of becoming."
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(A pause of a few seconds.)
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Agent Montecalvo: Good morning, man with eighteenth-century clothing.
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Agent Montecalvo: I apologize for my friend's rude behavior. Do you by any chance mean that you’re a citizen of the wood where the word reigns supreme?
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(Agent Baldovino takes a look to Montecalvo)
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”Exactly. I see that you already know what is it.”
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Agent Montecalvo: Only through rumor; nothing specific.
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”I notice that you are on the other side of the mirror; not to be brusque, but what are you doing here?”
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Agent Baldovino: Carmelina, what is happening?!
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Agent Montecalvo: But how rude you are, you should never interrupt someone when they are asking a question. I apologize for him, he's probably sleepy; you know how it is, it's morning…
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Agent Montecalvo: We rested here overnight; yesterday there was a heavy downpour, sir.
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”Interesting. Oh, sorry, I am very rude, I haven’t even asked your names.”
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Agent Montecalvo: I’m sorry, but I can’t.
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” And why is that? My name tastes like the forest, what about yours? Or maybe you want to tell me the one of your friend.”
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Agent Montecalvo: I’m sorry, but I just can't (the officer bows in the presence of the anomaly).
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”Oh no, I must apologize myself; I have not been a gentleman. I notice that you are working hard to try to maintain this house. Congratulations, it really shines.”
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Agent Montecalvo: Thanks, we are trying our best. Do you already know this house?
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”Yes, it was not mine. It was the house of an old friend;a gentleman with the leporine visage. But yeah, this house made me discover a new world, in every sense of the word.”
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Agent Montecalvo: I’m really interested to hear the whole story.
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It’s a long story, do you both want a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?
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(Agent Baldovino shakes his head)
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Agent Montecalvo: I don't want to inconvenience you, but I would gladly accept it. Thanks (making a little bow addressed to the anomaly)
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”Here you go, my dear”
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(The man with the thick beard he pulled a cup of coffee out of the white glove he was wearing and offered it to Officer Montecalvo)
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(Baldovino, probably noticing the entity's anomalous abilities, grips the gun while keeping a finger on the trigger)
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Agent Montecalvo: Thank you, kind man without a name
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”I was a child, frolicking in the forests of these hills. My family was divinely set up financially; however, that resting on the piles of money and houses did not suit me. I would often sneak into the forest. I stayed there whole nights, traveling in the trees, because of an imposition from my father, who had forbidden me to touch the land because if I did I would be within his territory.”
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Agent Montecalvo: And after that, what happened?
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”I lived in the trees, and also in this house. I could see thekingdom of those who lost everythingand I was fascinated by it, very much. But one day, the man who lived in this house tried to go back, back to his old world. To regain his name. To live again.”
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Agent Montecalvo: But has he been able to?
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”You have to tell me.”
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Agent Montecalvo: I… I…
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”When I met him it was a dark and stormy night. I saw white ears popping out, the porthole opening, I saw otherswithout nametrying to get in. Everyone was tired of your treatment of us.”
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”They failed to turn back. They failed to acquire the identity that was taken from them. But I, seeing this gap that had been created in the porthole, went in. After my arrival I was greetedby the carrot-eating entity; we talked, for decades, I think. I also met others; I am still very sociable. However I was often turned away by the denizens of thesilent forest. Why? Because initially I was like you. Thank God, the forest welcomed me, leaving me one of them, naked of my name or what represented me.
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Agent Montecalvo: We… we are sorry.
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(The Site-77 command, having realized what is happening, activates the microphone and begins to communicate only with Agent Baldovino)
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Command: Agent Baldovino, as soon as you have a chance use the Reality Cell Device1.
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"Now it's too late for apologies; I don't hate you, but many do. Oh, I notice it's late, I must go."
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(Agent Baldovino pulls the Reality Cell Device out of his pocket in handheld mode)
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”I also wanted to regain my name; but, You are still a man of the sling and of the stone, Man of my time. I don't think I want to return among you.“
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(A gap opens in the porthole of SCP-7665.)
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Agent Baldovino: Stop here, beast!
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(The agent attempts to throw Reality Cell at the man who looked like a bird. The device starts floating in the air.)
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”You have remained the same as you used to be. You were in the cockpit, with the malignant wings, the dials of death, I saw you – in the chariot of fire, on the gallows, at the breaking wheel. I saw you: it was you, with your exact science wooing slaughter, without love, without Christ.“
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Command: Run away! Now!
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(Several entities come out of the slit created in the porthole.)
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”I don't want a name, they do. You killed again, as always, as your fathers killed, as those animals that saw you for the first time killed. And this blood smells of the blood that day. When one brother said to another brother: “Let’s go to the fields.” And that cold echo, dogged, passed down to you, within your day.”
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(The camera turns off.)
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[END LOG]
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The two agents were never found. Attempts to enter the interior of SCP-7665-1 will be made in the future.
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It appears that the porthole can block nomenclative hazards. In the case a situation akin to the one presented in the log should represent itself, the anomaly is to be reclassified as Euclid.
Personnel must touch their forehead, left pectoral, and right pectoral to show proper reverence. Failing this, they may instead intone relevant excerpts from the Foundation Prayer.
A History of Reaction: Information retrieval specialists have attempted in this archive to provide the clearest possible history of POI-1844. Certain events described in this document may be presented out of order, or in contradictory ways. This does not mean they did not happen. by TyGently
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SCP-3475 - Our Shifting Foundations: If each of these initiatives can be thought of as exerting a force on civilian humanity, SCP-3475 is the sum of these forces: a single vector denoting the direction in which human thought is being changed. by TyGently
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SCP-7890: …the Puebla Cartel has developed a bespoke manufacturing process taking advantage of the inherently large EVE output of human sacrifice (utilizing enhanced Nordic pagan rituals) as a crude replacement. by Anorrack
SCP-8660 in a temporary display case. Authorized personnel may request additional images of SCP-8660 for personal use from their local Site Director.
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Item #: SCP-8660
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Object Class: Thaumiel
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8660 is contained in a standard containment cell in the low-security wing of Site-36. The chamber may only be accessed by Site-36's high priest (currently Site Director Sadiq) and the six designated lamentation priests, who are to be given discretion to determine what resources must be allocated to SCP-8660. Site-36 personnel are to abide by the instructions of the high priest, who is authorized to conduct the Site in a manner that maximizes the utilization of SCP-8660.
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Every six days, clerical personnel are to engage in ceremony with SCP-8660 as according to the supplemental document SCP-8660 Ritual Procedures Appendix. Every evening, the current high priest of Site-36 is to anoint themself with oil and sit in SCP-8660's containment cell for at least one hour following sunset.
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Description: SCP-8660 is a woven wicker birdcage, presumably created between 6200 and 5100 BCE in the earliest time of ancient Sumer1. SCP-8660 is more resilient than its components would suggest and shows little sign of deterioration despite its age, save for some discoloration. Unlike most birdcages, SCP-8660 lacks any kind of door or gate mechanism to access the interior; it is theorized that SCP-8660 was woven around whatever object or creature was originally contained within, which has since been destroyed by time and weathering.
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SCP-8660 is a type of object referred to in ancient Sumerian mythology as a me. These are unique physical objects, allegedly created by their gods, which signify concepts and constructs deemed foundational to civilization. A deity's physical possession of a me corresponds to their mastery over the concept it represents2. Some myths involve gods stealing or otherwise taking mes from other gods, resulting in the redefinition of the domains of these deities.
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SCP-8660 is the me of containment. It represents all notions of imprisonment, incarceration, and physical constriction that allow civilization to suppress subversive elements. In most humans, exposure to SCP-8660 prompts feelings of paranoia, claustrophobia, and sensory dullness. However, Foundation personnel who perceive SCP-8660 instead report feelings of satisfaction, contentedness, and security.
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The rituals used in the containment of SCP-8660 are designed to create a mythostatic structure in which Site-36 is a temple, and the position of deity is occupied by the SCP Foundation. It is believed that this allows SCP-8660 to imbue the mechanisms of the Foundation with mythic force, enhancing our mission and increasing our effectiveness in ways that are difficult to fully quantify or account for. In the months since the acquisition of SCP-8660 and institution of the Ritual Procedures (see below), the rate of fatal containment breaches has decreased by 11%, personnel have reported on average 15% greater satisfaction with their work, and new anomalies are acquired and contained at a rate 16% greater than in previous years. However, on-site fatalities have increased by 4% on average. The significance of this is currently unknown.
For the duration of the solstices, all windows must have their curtains drawn or otherwise obscured from sunrise to sunset, and the use of electric lighting is forbidden. Personnel will instead be provided with candles, lanterns, or other natural light sources. These procedures also apply to the day of the fall of Saigon (April 30), Juneteenth (June 19), and St. Leonard's Day (November 6).
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HVAC systems within the antechamber and shrine will be disabled for the duration of the ceremony, to allow for full uptake of corpse-cedar incense and other fumes.
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Upon entering or exiting the antechamber, personnel must, with their right forefinger, touch their forehead, left pectoral, and right pectoral in sequence to show proper reverence. Failing this, they may instead intone relevant excerpts from the Foundation Prayer (see attached), […]
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If castration or hormone replacement therapy is denied by male spiritual personnel, they may elect to undergo a vasectomy, although this is an option of last resort. Such personnel may never look at the ceiling or the accompanying murals during the ceremony, their eyes are to be closed when the High Priest communes with the object, and they may not attend Sub-Ritual BACCHANAL SUNDOWN […]
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Acquisition Report - OPERATION BRONZE AGE COLLAPSE:
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The Foundation first became aware of SCP-8660 and the other me relics through initial mythographic explorations of Nexus-61 "Irkalla" shortly after its discovery in 1956. SCP-8660's existence was first postulated, then confirmed when Global Occult Coalition negotiation with POI-61-Ner "Nergal" allowed human access to Irkallan manuscripts and manifests. In the late 1970s, Foundation assets began forming a plan to acquire SCP-8660.
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As a result of various geopolitical, ideological, and socioeconomic factors, the GOC, GRU Division "P", and specifically the United States Paranatural Warfare Command3 began to dedicate significant time and resources to projects and initiatives within Nx-61 starting around 1980. Due to the fallout of the recent Incident INSIDE BASEBALL, Foundation-Pentagram relations remain at an all-time low. It is believed that any overt interference with the Pentagram's strategic objectives in Nx-61 may prompt escalation and retaliation that threatens either consensus normalcy or the international occult order. As such, Foundation operations within Nx-61 have been covert and below-board, and have taken on a primarily observational or supportive stance regarding the Pentagram-backed rebellion and coup by POI-61-Gil "Gilgamesh"4.
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To accomplish the objectives of OPERATION BRONZE AGE COLLAPSE, Agent Joshua Benar was selected to be implanted in the Irkallan rebel forces. Agent Benar descended into Nx-61 on December 25th, 1981 and traveled to the gates of Kur la Nippur, headquarters of the rebellion. Agent Benar requested that the gate guards give him an audience with the city's leader. Agent Benar was led inside the central complex, where he was met by POI-61-Sha "Shamhat".5 After verifying Agent Benar's intent to join the rebellion, Benar was led to the scriptorium and confronted by POI-61-Ash "Ashurbanipal"6, who immediately began to question Benar intensely on his history, affiliations, and personal motivations for involving himself in the conflict. Before Benar could fully explain his rehearsed cover story, POI-61-Gil burst into the room and declared that Benar "will become one of [his] exalted warriors in the quest to free [his] people" and that they would "fight and die alongside each other, as brothers in blood". Benar agreed to these terms.
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POI-61-Gil subsequently enlisted Agent Benar for an upcoming raid on a Dul-Eridu—Sura-Sippar trade convoy.
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December 27, 1981
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Agent Benar, along with POI-61-Gil and an assorted company of mercenaries and native spirits ambush a trade convoy carrying 400 pounds of pneumanite foci7 bound for Dul-Eridu8 to aid in its defense. Benar distinguished himself in battle with his bravery.
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January 12, 1982
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Nergalite forces launch an assault on a Gilgamesh-backed military force, decimating them and forcing their retreat into Kur la Nippur. With the assistance of POI-06-Mon "Montague", Benar plants several explosives on the Ereshkigal Road's bridge over the Dumzu river and demolishes the bridge while the Nergalite forces cross. This action earns him the moniker "the Gray Fox" from POI-61-Gil.
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February 2, 1982
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Diplomatic summit held between Gilgamesh's forces, GOC member organizations, and Xibalba envoys. Interrupted by bombing from GRU-P-backed communist "Free Irkalla" remnants and mušḫuššu9 auxiliaries. In the ensuing riot, Benar was stabbed with a sharpened femur, but made a quick recovery.
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April 7, 1982
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Gilgamesh's forces seize Ugal-Nineveh, along with the nearby Abzu hell-gate connecting Irkalla to the Duat. POI-61-Ash utilizes the confiscated pneumanite to conduct a large-scale working, temporarily closing the hell-gate and preventing further Nergal-aligned forces from utilizing it, significantly reducing hostile warfighting capabilities.
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June 10, 1982
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Gilgamesh's forces lay seige to Dul-Eridu, which at this point has been heavily fortified by Nergal's forces. Agent Benar along with a small team of natives were able to traverse the city's sewers (utilizing intel provided by the interrogation of a kulilu10) to gain access to the city proper, wherein they were able to take control of the city gates and allow the rest of Gilgamesh's army to storm the city. SCP-8660 and the other artifacts were quickly secured and moved to Kur la Nippur.
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July 22, 1982
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Agent Benar and several other mortals act as a diplomatic escort for POI-61-Sha as she entreats with Ninazu, a Type-Black entity that acts as essi11 of Zig-Ur, in an attempt to convince him to switch sides. Nergalite rabiusu12 put a untimely end to negotiations, with Benar successfully escorting both POI-61-Sha and Ninazu out of the city and into friendly territory.
Foreword: During the renewed tripartite negotiations between Xibalba, POI-61-Gil, and Ninazu, Benar snuck into the essi's palace and its vault in Kur la Nippur to obtain SCP-8660 and return to the surface. In the process of leaving the palace he encountered POI-61-Gil.
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<Begin Audio Transcript>
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[The sound of scuffling footsteps and hurried breathing can be heard. The footsteps halt suddenly as there is the sound of heavy thuds and whining mechanical noises.]
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POI-61-Gil: Halt, thief and scoundrel, man I once called brother-in-arms.
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Benar: Ah- My lord, I do not know what you mean.
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POI-61-Gil: You cannot assuage me with your honeyed words, American. I see that wicker thing in your hands, I know of the desire in your heart. I know what you are, Joshua Benar. You are not an agent of the Furthest West, but of a sinister sect that encompasses all the four corners of the Earth.
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Benar: Will you kill me, then? For being a spy within your ranks, for betraying your trust?
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[Silence.]
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POI-61-Gil: I do not believe so, Benar the Gray Fox. I know that wicker cage, I know what it represents, the power that dwells within. I want no part of it.
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[There is a whining of mechanical servos as POI-61-Gil steps to the side.]
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POI-61-Gil: You hold an instrument of suppression and slavery that Nergal has used to bind my people in chains for countless ages. I do not seek to seize these chains, Benar, but to destroy them. My kingdom will be a place of freedom and liberty, merriment and decency. My Kingdom of Dust has no desire nor stomach for the domain within your grasp, or the likes of you.
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Benar: You're just… letting me go?
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[POI-61-Gil laughs.]
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POI-61-Gil: You seem so surprised. No, I will not kill you on this night, and I grant you safe passage to the surface. For if I was to smite you where you stand, your spirit would merely rise up again, and I would have to smite you a second time. It is best that you take that wretched instrument as far from Irkalla as your legs may carry you. I do not wish to see it again.
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I have made a promise to a brother that I will not consign my fellow man to twice-death if I have my way, and I intend to keep that promise. Agent Benar.
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Benar: Did you know? Did you know who I was all this time?
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POI-61-Gil: Oh, you child. Your malintent was etched upon your face plain as day. You, puffed up and prideful, believing yourself a fox in the hen house, to have outwitted the savages in their kingdom. To keep you close was to learn from you, and thus learn from your masters. But also, perhaps, to let you see what we have built, Benar. See the works that we have wrought. The good we have done. To see if you will have a change of heart.
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[POI-61-Gil chuckles again.]
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POI-61-Gil: But maybe also such that when you did make your move, I would be there to show you that you were not so cunning after all. It would not be proper to let my brother-in-arms become too proud of himself and his sly ways, after all.
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Benar: I have not changed my mind, my lord.
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[POI-61-Gil sighs.]
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POI-61-Gil: Very well. Now flee, Benar of the Foundation, flee from my sight and my kingdom. Go to your wicked masters with your wicker cage, go before Ashurbanipal ignores my entreaties and decides to ply you for your secrets.
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<End Audio Transcript>
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Due to the success of Operation BRONZE AGE COLLAPSE and the continued positive impact of SCP-8660, the Foundation has begun to investigate archaeological expeditions, diplomatic envoys to Nx-61, and anomalous auction houses for other mes that may be beneficial to ongoing Foundation interests. Specific mes that the Foundation is pursuing include SCP-8660-F (me of law), SCP-8660-I (me of falsehood/false memory), and SCP-8660-E (The Tablet of Destinies, me of the universe).
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