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- 3000?? - ????
- 3000? - Self-Preservation
- SCP - Omega Infovore
- SCP - Caelivorous Remnants
- Caelivore Supplement
- Mesin Tempur
- SCP - A House, a Man, and Mercury
- Paradigm Shift series
- SCP - Lunar True Vacuum
- SCP - Deity Worshiping Origami
- SCP - CotBG Jellyfish
- SCP - Teleporting Cave
- SCP - The Living Cave Painting
- SCP - A Lobster in Shining Armor
- Joke SCP - A Talking Log
- Joke SCP - A Talking Log V2
- Other stuff
- SCP - Protect Kalmaris!
Item #: SCP-3000
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Access to the Amundsen Sea should be restricted, with Foundation vessels circling the area. Investigation of the anomaly should be done with ROVs only, piloted by researchers trained in handling cognitohazards and memetics. Anti-Cognitohazard bots should monitor all footage and images from the ROVs. Any personnel showing signs of possible SCP-3000 effects should be quarantined and monitored.
Research into the anomaly is ongoing.
Description: SCP-3000 a cognitohazardous species of Siphonophorae, likely located within the Amundsen Sea, off the coast of West Antarctica. Current knowledge suggests that the cognitohazard causes subjects to gain an affinity for the ocean, which appears to increase over time. Whether this increase happens after one exposure to the anomaly or is the result of multiple exposures is being investigated.
It is unknown when SCP-3000 was first discovered, though the encounter by the Foundation Research Vessel Pierre Aronnax is the first recorded one. The ship was investigating the possibility of SCP-879-2 instances in the area when personnel were exposed to SCP-3000, believed to have occurred around 18-2-2017. Following this contact with the Foundation gradually decreased. As security footage was destroyed, little is known about what happened during this time. Below are relevant excepts from the diary of Researcher Javier Demetrio, one of the ship's crew, which details the affects of the anomaly and events during this time.
18/2/17
Once again, no sign of the elusive -2(s). We've only been out for two days, so I'm not expecting any immediate progress, especially with such a large area to cover. I still don't feel one ship is enough for this investigation, though any more may be a waste of resources if this doesn't turn out to be around here, so I guess it's reasonable. Have seen some cool creatures, so that's a plus.
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19/2/17
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So far the pheromone trail has led us nowhere. We've got no way to test whether the detector is behaving right, and nobody is going to test the pheromoney water, so we're at a dead end here. It is nice looking out at the native creatures around here, though. You don't expect a lot of life out in this area.
20/2/17
The detector's busted. James practically broke it off the side of the boat (didn't know the sub claws were so strong), carefully took it out of the water and, after cleaning it out, poured some water into it. We got a high detection of pheromones from it, then after a few more tests we figured it was kaput. Sonar and sight is our best bet now, which may get annoying with the normal creatures that swim around the ship, though it might be more obvious if one shows up. Who knows. I'm going to tinker around with the machine a bit with the hopes of getting it working.
For the record I lost my mind after I saw what he was doing, but I've mostly calmed down now.
[IRRELEVANT TEXT EXPUNGED]The weird jelly guys are pretty strange. They look like long jellyfish, with weird reddish orbs in them that flash every now and then. Its been fairly soothing looking out at them from my bunk, as strange as that sounds. In fact I'm looking at them right now as a write.
21/2/17
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While Mali and I were looking out from the deck she was telling me about all of the stuff that lives around deep sea vents. I'd known about that before, but it's always been fairly interesting that stuff can live completely isolated from the surface for millions of years and do just fine. It seems so lonely down there, but it's far from that.
Also, before I forget, the pheromone sensor is more broken than I thought it was. Despite my thoughts of James breaking it off having broken it, something weird happened with the interior (and a bit of the exterior). Some rough holes had been carved in the side, leading to the electronics components, which had been intrinsically messed with. It got rigged to sense the [illegible - word scribbled out]g pheromones wherever it got dragged in the water.
22/2/17
First thing I did today, practically after waking up, I asked Mali about what the jelly-like serpent things were doing around our boat, since she's the resident marine biologist (the only one that actually wants to talk to me, that is). Her best guess was that there were a type of siphonophore, the things that are big colonies of smaller organisms. She wasn't exactly sure why they were so close to surface, but, strangely, she said, "It's not my job to learn about that." Actually she works as a FOUNDATION marine biologist, so identifying new species isn't her thing. Checks out for me.
Something nice is that she's been staring at the siphonophores a lot too! Turns out neither of us are weird for doing that.
23/2/17
24/2/17
25/2/17
26/2/17
27/2/17
Today is the last day I will see the crew for a long time. They're going to board the subs, and I'll operate the lifts to send them off to home. It's going to be the last day
On 27-2-2017, the ship's crew, with the exception of Demetrio, boarded the submersibles Conseil-1 and -2. The submersibles were released into the water, and began to descend. Below is a transcript of footage from an exterior camera on Conseil-2.
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After four days without communication from FRV Pierre Aronnax, MTF-Pi-9 ("Dyer's Crew") was dispatched from Antarctic Research Site-98 to the sea. On 4-3-2017, the vessel and Conseil-2 were found and retrieved. Conseil-2 had a series of dents on its underside, along with a broken rotor. The crew is presumed dead.
Addendum: blah
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation satellites MALAKBEL-1 through 10 will monitor the south pole of the Sun for SCP-3XXX. Under Protocol Koyash-Veure, all Foundation space stations and off-planet bases within the solar system will have monitoring of the Sun as their secondary mission objective. Connections will be maintained with major space agencies for enhanced monitoring of the anomaly, with accurate information on the phenomena restricted to specified personnel1. Any public information on SCP-3XXX should be confiscated or modified to remove signs of anomalous activity.
Description: SCP-3XXX is the designation of various anomalous solar phenomena, primarily occurring at the south pole of the Sun. There are three types of known SCP-3XXX events:
- SCP-3XXX-1: The event starts with the appearance of six equidistant ovular sun spots, approximately 40,000 km x 15,000 km in size, with a 35,000 km distance between each spot. The ends of the sun spots converge after 23 hours, often accompanied with the formation of a solar prominence. The prominence typically takes the shape of various patterns, some of which resemble and are presumed to be thaumaturgical symbols. Following this a coronal mass ejection will occur from the area around the sun spots, lasting 11 hours, with the prominence dissipating after 5 hours.
- SCP-3XXX-2: The event is similar to SCP-3XXX-1, though instead of a coronal mass ejection a solar flare occurs. This is followed by the formation of a "solar pillar,"2 a long prominence that extends an average of 70 au. After reaching this length the pillar breaks off from the Sun and moves away from it, likely entering interstellar space. The event lasts for 2 hours.
- SCP-3XXX-3: Sun spots form thaumaturgical symbols, which range in size. This can occur in conjunction with other events or separately.
The first recorded SCP-3000 event was on 17-May-2006, where an SCP-3XXX-3 event was observed, showing Thaumaturgic Symbol-22013. The event was classified as EE-9008 until similar occurrences were observed, leading to the classification of SCP-3XXX.
Addendum:
The Thaumaturgy Division has successfully identified and determined the nature of several symbols seen in SCP-3000. Below is a list of the symbols.
- TS-3XXX-1:
- TS-3XXX-2:
- TS-441-V2:
[INVALID CREDENTIALS - ACCESS DENIED]
[INVALID CREDENTIALS - ACCESS DENIED]
[INVALID CREDENTIALS - ACCESS DENIED]
[INVALID CREDENTIALS - ACCESS DENIED]
[TheGreatestofMindsbringsrelease]
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Backup copies of all information concerning SCP-2XXX and the documents it affects should be kept on secured secondary Foundation databases. Physical copies of this information should be well preserved in any appropriate means. Upon completion of Project Rozum, memetic documents on SCP-2XXX will be created.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a non-corporeal infovore4 that affects documents on the Foundation Gimmel-1-5 Main Databases. The entity consumes any information on or related to:
- SCP-033
- SCP-055
- SCP-579
- SCP-2111
- SCP-2173
- SCP-2XXX
- SCP-2821
- Project Rozum5
- All You Need to Know About The Noosphere (2011), by Dr. Armand Baldur
- The Mnestics Use Guide
The consumption process is characterized by chunks of information from a document being deleted over the course of three days. Each chunk is approximately 300 characters long in text documents, and is deleted instantly. For images, gradual image corruption will occur until the image is unusable, which normally takes two days. On the third day the image will be deleted from the document. In most cases this process leaves behind an empty document, though on rare occasions the document will be deleted.
The first known manifestation of SCP-2XXX was on documentation of SCP-033 on 23/11/16, consuming information of it on Gimmel-2, 3, and 5. This was believed to be database corruption until a the Foundation Memetics Division noticed a pattern between various information losses. Based on the lack of information on deletion in the affected articles' change logs, it was theorized that an anomalous entity was causing these deletions. To test this, several Foundation bots and AICs were set to monitor pages on Foundation database and report any additions to the change logs. If information was removed and no records of the change existed, there was anomalous activity. After several SCP-2XXX manifestations with no recorded changes, the information losses were determined to be anomalous. The anomaly was designated SCP-2XXX on 1/1/17.
Addendum-1: On 19/1/17, SCP-2XXX activity was detected on the Dalet-4 Secondary Database, affecting the documentation of SCP-2173. Whether SCP-2XXX can affect other secondary databases is currently unknown. Additional researchers have been delegated to Project Rozum in case SCP-2XXX's effects become more severe.
Addendum-2: On 23/1/17, SCP-2XXX activity began on SCP-033's documentation and stopped after one day. After a period of three days, activity was observed on SCP-2111's documentation. This is the only recorded time SCP-2XXX stopped consuming a document. The reasons as to why this occurred is unknown.
With the recent damage done to database by SCP-2XXX, I decided to go investigate what is going on with this anomaly. To start off, contrary to what the Memetics Division believes (which is the case most times), SCP-2XXX doesn't make information impossible to perceive when it eats. Any eaten text is turned into antimemetically hidden junk after being eaten. Images are corrupted, and the documents that "disappear" from the databases are filled with antimemes. An example of the corrupted text is below. Anything that stood out from the rest of the text is in bold.
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Currently the Antimemetics are aware of this, and are launching their own investigations. No sign of interest from the Counterconceptual Division, who are probably busy with their own issues.
Now, for the investigation itself.
The general idea was to monitor all of the documents that are normally affected by SCP-2XXX, and see if anything else happened besides from the creation of the antimemetic information. After five days of waiting, it showed up on SCP-033's documentation. Well, the Memetics Division was right. It is an infovore, but nothing like any normal infovore. As I was watching the document I saw it materialize in front of me in the way most infomorphs do. Appearance wise it is amorphous, with some kind of retractable horizontal jaw that it used to eat at information. It would grab onto the document in a sense, and start eating away. I hadn't attacked just yet, as I wanted to see what it would do normally. While I watched it seemed like something was wrong with it, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. It began to mutter after a while, saying "Secure contain secure conatin secure contain," repeated ad nauseam. Then something about it just clicked in my mind, and I realized what I was looking at.
It was us. It was an amalgamation of several ω-0 agents, melded together into a grotesque monster. I couldn't make out any specifics, but I could tell that it used to be some of us. I don't how it was done, and at the time I didn't care. I immediately went to attack it, and I ended up incapacitated for a day. SCP-2XXX knows every IWT trick in the book, and came close to deleting me from existence. Most of the moves were recognizably ones that all ω-0 know, but many were things that I think nobody knows about. As far as the amount of damage I did, I think I barely scratched its identity. I did scare it off to a different file, so I must've done enough.
Unless anyone has any objections, I'll be continuing my investigation on this anomaly. I don't plan on neutralizing it anytime soon, but I'll try to get as much information on this thing's origins as possible. If any agents want to join, just ask.
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2XXX-1 through SCP-2XXX-3 should be contained in a standard aquatic containment chamber at Site-201. This chamber should be outfitted with a Kant Counter to monitor Hume levels. Multiple Reality Targeting Devices should be kept focused on the chamber at all times, adding additional reality to the chamber to keep the SCP-2XXX instances fed. Hume levels should appear to be the area average. The RTDs should be checked for maintenance on a weekly basis to ensure optimal Hume levels are kept. If any changes in Hume levels are detected, Level 4/2XXX personnel should be notified immediately.
Any new SCP-2XXX instances should either be transferred to other facilities for containment, or used in experiments at secure testing facilities. In the event of a containment breach or the discovery of instances, RTDs should be focused on any aquatic location away from civilians, with additional reality being added to the location. Once the instances arrive at the location, a task force will be deployed for containment.
If a 2XXX-VÁRDIA Event occurs, the area of the event should be immediately quarantined for as long as necessary. Following the end of the event the area should be assessed for any remaining anomalies, and personnel should be interviewed. Any remains of an SCP-2XXX-1 instance should be collected and studied.
Description: SCP-2XXX is a species of anomalous aquatic animals, resembling eels in appearance. SCP-2XXX instances have 1.5 meter long trilaterally symmetric bodies, with slight edges separating each side. The instances are dark purple in coloration, with lighter patches on random parts. The head is a tetrahedron, composed of an unknown rocky material, grey in color. Extending from each edge on the base are frills resembling the gills of Ambystoma mexicanum, likely used in feeding or as a sensory organ. On each side of the body are a row of three bioluminescent sacs, which rapidly flash random colors. SCP-2XXX instances do not have blood or any similar substance. Instances reproduce asexually, transforming a sac on their body into a new instance. A single instance may reproduce up to nine times, as the sacs do not regenerate.6
The entities are caelivores, consuming Humes7 for sustenance. This is seen as a decrease in Hume level in a 15 meter spherical region around the head of an instance. The reality decrease becomes more severe as more instances enter a single region, which stops after around seven are present. Around this point any additional instances will begin to die from starvation. As a result, SCP-2XXX are rarely seen in groups; groups that form are often in schools8.
Based on an anatomical study and Hume-mapping of SCP-2XXX bodies, the Humes enter the head region through various microscopic pores, moving through vessels to a spherical central organ that connects to the rest of the body. How the Humes are converted into an energy source is unknown.
When an instance is obtaining a healthy amount of nutrients, their Hume level will be slightly higher than the local average. During starvation the levels will begin to decrease until it is lower than the local average, leading to the entity's death.
Visual effects of this decrease in reality include a spherical region of visual distortions in the area, normally resembling those caused by heat waves. Sounds also undergo various distortions. A sense of unease is often reported from subjects, sometimes escalating to terror. There is also a higher chance of non-anomalous subjects being able to cause changes to reality. In most subjects this is done unintentionally, often stemming from changes in perception being applied to reality. It is also more likely for anomalous phenomena to spontaneously occur, though it is rare for anything created during this to exist outside of the area.
When an SCP-2XXX instance dies, either from starvation or other means, the bioluminescent sacs will burst and release an unknown purple substance into the surrounding area. In most cases this will cause a 2XXX-VÁRDIA Event, which entails a temporary restructuring of reality in a spherical region, with a 50 meter radius. An outside view of the event shows the area as repeatedly bending and twisting, though no such phenomena are described by those entering or inside it. What happens in an event varies, though hallucinations and appearances of anomalous entities is common. After an event the area it took place in will return to normal, though some objects created or distorted in it remain. No casualties have occurred from these events. The remains of the SCP-2XXX instance are typically heavily damaged on recovery. The remains do not appear to decay.
Not all entity deaths will result in a 2XXX-VÁRDIA Event, with four out of the nine recorded deaths not causing one. Whether the probability of an event occurring is determined by outside factors or randomness is unknown.
Discovery Log: SCP-2XXX-1 was detected in Lake Ontario after a trail of lower than usual Hume levels was detected from underwater Kant Counters. MTF-Nu-3 ("Limnophobia") were dispatched to track and contain the cause of this decrease on 15/10/2016. SCP-2XXX-1 was discovered on a yacht, stored in an aquarium at the back of the ship. Interrogation of the ship's crew revealed that they were members of GOI#03088 ("The Church of the Second Hytoth")9, and were planning on bringing the anomaly, referred to as a Nohl-Av, back to a Church facility for preservation. A ritual was used by the crew to let them detect changes in reality, leading to the discovery of SCP-2XXX-1. Due to the affects of the reality decrease, a full interview was unable to be performed. The crew was detained and subsequently administered amnestics. SCP-2XXX-1 was brought to Site-201 for containment, and the yacht was stored for investigation.
Since the containment of SCP-2XXX-1, 24 instances have been born, 9 of which have died. SCP-2XXX-22 is the only other instance to have been discovered in the wild, also found in Lake Ontario. The instance died during recovery.
Addendum-1:
NOTE: Due to difficulties in retrieving footage of these events, most of the known details are based on reports from personnel. Conflicting reports will be described.
Event #: 1
Date: 19/10/2016
Location: Site-201
Instance: SCP-2XXX-8
Cause of Instance Death: StarvationDescription: A purple silhouette of an elongated SCP-2XXX instance begins moving through the area, carving holes in walls and personnel it would pass through. The walls became black in color as an object described as a 3-sphere manifests. The silhouette passes into the 3-sphere, which remains until the end of the event. Other personnel report seeing hallways flooded with a liquid appearing as visual static, which had no mass to it.
Recovered Items: A standard issue Foundation water bottle containing a gray liquid, composed primarily of carbon.
Additional Notes: Low Hume levels were detected and observed during this, though no personnel reported observing the affects of it.
Event #: 2
Date: 2/11/2016
Location: Site-201
Instance: SCP-2XXX-9
Cause of Instance Death: StarvationDescription: The entire area becomes black, with personnel experiencing the effects of zero gravity. A large white entity seen in the distance, rapidly changing in size and shape and occasionally being separated in half and reforming. Various white dots are seen coming off of it. The silhouette from the Event #1 (now designated 2XXX-E1) appears in the distance. At this point some personnel report being pulled towards SCP-2XXX-E1, which reportedly had a Hume level of zero around it. Descriptions following this vary.
Other personnel reported the white entity breaking apart into clusters of stars and some nebula. Some personnel would morph into miniature solar systems, which would disintegrate or change shape when near SCP-2XXX-E1. A dark blue silhouette manifests in the distance, with a vaguely humanoid torso, a spherical head on the chest, legs that have a mass of tendrils as the lower half, and five amorphous objects that circle around the torso.
Recovered Items: Eleven spherical objects composed of assorted human tissues of varying size, with genetic matches to personnel in the event; a Foundation issued tablet with the words "The Lesser of Mind envies" inscribed on the screen, with a corner of the device stretched out one meter in length.
Additional Notes: Contrary to reports, no changes in Hume levels were detected during this.
Testimony - Dr. Ilana Vardah
"I spent a good while tumbling around through that boring blackness. Sure, the white cosmic paint splatter was interesting, but there was a whole lack of excitement. Up until the serpent thing began slithering its way towards me. I tried to push myself away, but that's difficult to do when you can't push on anything. I saw James and the rest of them get sucked towards it and disfigured, so I freaked out and got a nice lungfull of bitter nothing. Next thing I knew I was joining them. I got stretched and split and reformed repeatedly, while the colors engulfing me beat disharmonious drums. Thank whatever god exists that I'm not in Nohlos's vision now."
Event #: 3
Date: 10/11/2016
Location: Testing Facility-31
Instance: SCP-2XXX-13
Cause of Instance Death: StarvationDescription: The area bends into an orange dome, lit with an unknown light source, with a large metal statue in the center of it. The statue depicts a tripedal entity, with tendrils wrapping around its torso, a crescent shaped head, and two femur-shaped protrusions extending from its back. Various silhouettes of different entities fill the dome and begin to worship the statue. Personnel either turned into the silhouettes or joined in the worshiping. Common noises in the area included chirping, gargling, and chanting. One researcher stated that they saw the entity from Event #3 (designated SCP-2XXX-E2) floating overhead.
Recovered Items: The statue, which bears an inscription in Ortothan that says, "AllPraise the YerLord of AllMind"; a liquid composed of water, carbon, and sulfur10.
Additional Notes: This event occurred two hours after Event #4.
Testimony - Dr. Selman Haluk
"It was beautiful. What, you want me to say more? Did the others sound too delusional with their descriptions? It would be impressive if they didn't. Being there, bowing and shouting and… I… We had no privacy there, but nothing cared! We could melt into each other and dance through mental rivers as wafts of the burning skeptical thoughts filled the glory of the whole! It wasn't a big deal that we couldn't dissent, since we had no reason to!"
Event #: 4
Date: 24/11/2016
Location: Testing Facility-31
Instance: SCP-2XXX-17
Cause of Instance Death: Physical traumaDescription: The event began in a similar manner to Event #4, though one researcher transformed into the shape of the statue at the start. Eventually personnel reported SCP-2XXX-E2 appearing in front of them. The crowd around the statue starts to panic, and the entity reportedly vanished. At this point personnel report losing all control over their bodies, stating that SCP-2XXX-E2 had forced them out of their minds. The researcher who became the statue statue transforms into a red silhouette of the entity it depicts (designated SCP-2XXX-E3). Versions of SCP-2XXX-E2 emerge from crowd members and fly towards SCP-2XXX-E3, with the researcher reportedly blacking out. The SCP-2XXX-E2 versions vanish, and SCP-2XXX-E3 can be seen spasming while releasing blue light.
Recovered Items: None
NOTE: This event was experienced by a crew of three agents from MTF-Nu-3, who were on a Foundation containment submersible during this. The names of the agents are used in this, due to there being few personnel involved.
Event #: 5
Date: 1/12/2016
Location: Underwater, Lake Ontario
Instance: SCP-2XXX-22
Cause of Instance Death: Prior injuries11Description: The area turns black, with a cluster of light specs in the distance. The corpse of SCP-2XXX-22 transforms into SCP-2XXX-E1 and begins to swim around. The submersible transforms into SCP-2XXX-E3, and Agent Garvan Neil becomes SCP-2XXX-E2. Agents Alan Bridger and Kenna Rodina began yelling various words of an unidentified language repeatedly as Agent Neil phases out of SCP-2XXX-E3, moving towards SCP-2XXX-E1. He enters the head of the silhouette, and after several minutes SCP-2XXX-E1 transforms into a large four-dimensional maze, which Agent Neil is inside. Neil attempts to attack the maze with the objects circling him, which have transformed into scythes. Damage is done to the maze, and it begins to rapidly spin around, causing Neil to be thrown around inside of it.
At this point Agents Bridger and Rodina pass out from exhaustion. Based on damaged footage from a camera on the submersible, Agent Neil continues to be thrown around until the maze breaks apart. SCP-2XXX-E1 reforms, and splits apart into various smaller versions of itself. Agent Neil reverts back to his normal self after this.
Recovered Items: Eleven slivers of tissues suspected to be from SCP-2XXX-22, found in the submersible's ballast; a red metal spike with various unidentified thaumaturgical symbols carved on it.
Additional Notes: All agents were recovered when the submersible resurfaced an hour after the supposed end of the event. Agent Neil is currently undergoing medical and psychological treatment, after being found unresponsive and unaware of recovery agents while repeatedly tapping his fingers. As psychological issues are now known to result from 2XXX-VÁRDIA Events, all upcoming experiments involving SCP-2XXX at Testing Facility-31 have been called off. Instances stored at the the facility are being transported to nearby sites. The corpse of SCP-2XXX is presumed to have been destroyed during the event.
Testimony - Agent Alan Bridger
"Rodina and I couldn't talk to each other, but we knew we were going through the same hell. We weren't just compelled to chant about whatever it was, we were being forced to. Something was actively pushing and prying at my thoughts, scraping something that made us speak. Even when I thumped onto the floor I kept feeling it hold onto and reach through my brain in every place it shouldn't. Last I remember it just frantically clawed at me for a bit."
Addendum-2:
Event #: 6
Date: 18/1/2016
Location: Area-12
Instance: Unknown
Cause of Instance Death: NoneDescription: The area becomes black and all walls melt into the floor, with a white 3-sphere manifesting after. Various red cracks appear along this 3-sphere and it explodes after a minute, ejecting a grey silhouette of an SCP-2XXX instance out of it. The silhouette floats through the area until a second 3-sphere forms, which it enters. After entrance the 3-sphere vanishes, and the event ends.
Recovered Items: A four meter tall mass composed of skin tissues from SCP-2XXX instances, resembling SCP-2XXX-E1 in shape, with tendrils anchoring to the ground; one liter of SCP-874 in the instance containment chamber.
Additional Notes: During this event all RTDs at Area-12 shut off, accompanied with a large increase in Humes. Multiple hallways leading to the SCP-2XXX containment chamber had also collapsed, injuring five researchers. Security footage of the containment chamber immediately prior to the event show no signs of any instance deaths, suggesting that 2XXX-VÁRDIA Event can occur at any time.
Containment procedures are being reassessed by the Safe Containment Board to ensure proper containment of SCP-2XXX instances. Information regarding this event has been restricted to prevent fears of major reality shifts from low level personnel. Whether the shutdown of RTDs was caused by the anomaly or an outside force is under investigation.
The following is a document recovered by Agent Marth Karin from a Hytothan church in Jena, Germany. Due to the similarities between the narrative of this story and the 2XXX-VÁRDIA Events, it has been included in this document. All text has been translated from Ortothan to English.
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NOTICE TO READERS
This story involves events that occurred during the First Hytoth. It is likely that certain details in the story have been modified since it was first told, due to the age of the story and the events it concerns. Readers should not consider information in this to be completely accurate. Any questions regrading this, along with any additional information on the story, should be brought to any Church Scholar.
May the Holy Fourth forever protect us.
~ Eiv-Scholar Diana Olivier, Branch of History
Uravol the Bodiless
It was the Fourth Aeon of the Hytoth. The lesser deities fought and slaughtered for measly chunks of land in the recesses of the universe, as the almighty VyzGods ruled across the galactic planes. After the First Turmoil, all was at rest.
Uravol, the deity of Ozroq-Mind, gazed up at the planes with fear and hatred. The VyzGods should not have so much power, nor should they have such massive kingdoms, nor should they exist. He knew that it was an impossibility to level them and their realms, even with great effort. The chasms of Uravol's mind twisted and bent as a plan as formulated to erase it all. As war was waged below him, the idea was completed.
He left the bloodbath of the Galaxy of Yu and flew towards the Empire of the Thought Conglomerate, ruled by Vsi-Mind Erjo. On the outskirts of the psychic core the Trillion Followers bowed and praised their lord, dedicating their existences to the worship of her. Uravol knew of the potential of their minds, and used his power to exploit it. One by one the Followers' minds were replaced, and they all became Uravol. Erjo sensed a loss in faith, and sent a body of her's to solve the issue. The Uravol-Trillion mentally bombarded Erjo, and slowly her conscious was melted and absorbed. His body broke from the strain, but it did not matter.
The many bodies of Uravol soared out of the collapsed Empire and into the Eaten Chaos, the void carved out by the ancient Nohlos. The beast swam through the inky madness, shaping the realm with its imagination. If the First could be taken, the rest of the VyzGods would go too. The strength of the psychics coursed through Uravol as he made his approach, forcing the surroundings out of his focus.
The bodies began to channel their mind into Nohlos, with wave after wave of mental slices tearing through the psychic barriers. The beast only waited. After a seemingly timeless century passed, the a hole had been carved into the barrier, and Uravol dove in.
What was learned and witnessed within the beast will remain unknown. On the day of the entrance a scream rang out through the denizens of the universe and all of its dimensions. What was found trapped and buffeted Uravol with the alien unknowns of its mind. It could not be absorbed or controlled, but it had begun to do so to him. He fought for sanity, but it was futile. As he struck a final blow, Nohlos convulsed and tore itself into its many children, scattering them as far as one could perceive.
Uravol lost the grip on his bodies, and the trillions of them became unconscious husks. The psychic core was shattered and lost, and the Empire let out its last breath. The consumed realms were no longer chaos. With vast lands relinquished from their prior owners, the Second Turmoil began, and peace was lost. Uravol lost the ability to permanently connect to any body in his madness, forced into becoming a psychic nomad.
The Talaf-Mind continues to roam across the Hytoth, drifting from being to being in search of a body to claim as his. If one feels an unknown presence carve into you, briefly tugging on the strings and filaments of your mind as alien ideas spill forth, Uravol the Bodyless has gone through you.
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The decrease caused by a singular instance can be calculated by multiplying the average Hume level of an area by 1/3, with the product being the decreased level. Any additional instance in the region of another will multiply the average area level by 1/4, which changes to 1/2 when five instances are in the same or shared region. When seven instances or more are within a region, the decrease stops changing. This results in the death of most of the instances, caused by starvation from a lack of reality to consume.
Based on various tests, SCP-2XXX instances are largely solitary in behavior, avoiding other instances unless there is not enough space to do so. This is likely the result of how grouping together leads to a higher risk of starvation. However, on rare occasions instances will group together, sometimes to the point of near physical contact, and will move synchronized. Starvation is common during this, and it is theorized that this may be way of ensuring protection from predators.
Five machines launched out of a flashing sphere of light, each landing with a thud in a grassy field. A sixth one arrived seconds later, coated in the magenta blood of a Knight. The mech skidded across the ground, extending a steel arm to slow down. It gradually came to a stop, leaving a trail of uprooted vegetation behind it. The black dismembered chunks of the monster flew out soon after, rolling across the ground and spilling their blood on the greenery.
One after the other they stood up as their cameras rotated and whirred, surveying the landscape around them. The group was on a luscious island, with vast swaths of grass and the sea all around. By the shore was a large tropical forest, with bright green trees only slightly taller than the machines. The sky was a bright blue, and the sunlight glinted off the metal exteriors of the mechs. The scenic landscape was rudely interrupted by a looming volcano and its belches of smoke, occupying most of a distant area of the island. The silhouettes of large islands could be seen off in the distance.
"Alright, we're out of Site-88. Status checks, team!" spoke a commanding voice. "Zeta-One, no damage taken."
"Zeta-Two, all systems nominal."
"Zeta-Three, nothing unusual here."
"Zeta-Four, bewildered but otherwise fine."
"Zeta-Five, mech is fine but the damn Knight got the ammo crate."
"Zeta-Six, all fine and dandy over here."
Zeta-One turned her mech around and lumbered towards Five. Sure enough, the bulky crate was ruined, with most of the bullets broken into pieces and spilling out of massive gashes on the black crate. The team would get no use out of this now. After a series of whirs and the clanks the seemingly armored container crashed into the ground and crumpled. The group assembled around the wreck and scavenged for any remaining bullets, inserting them into containers on their arms.
"We'll have to conserve our ammo for this mission. Use melee whenever possible, especially on any Knights. Zeta-Two, put your bot brain to use and go investigate the surrounding region. Zeta-Three, determine an approximate chronological and physical location."
A cold voice responded. "Certainly, commander." The AI trudged off into the forest and marred the ground with a repeating pattern of rectangular footprints. The sound of trees collapsing could be heard as it entered. Behind them the rhythmic flashing came to a stop, and the portal back to the present vanished out of existence. The only sign of its presence was a small patch of burnt grass.
"Bloody great start to the mission," Zeta-Six sighed.
"Heh, think this is bad?" Five replied. "Oh the stories I have for you. Let's see…"
"Please no."
"I dunno, you might enjoy this one time back in my Nu-7 days…"
"How about we beat up the Knights, then you can vomit stories at us."
"Good enough. If you die you owe me 20, though."
"Fair enough."
Zeta-Four reared his cubic machine to the sky, and a slot opened up on the top of it. Out fired a cylindrical device, speeding off into the air with the assistance of a propeller.
"So Zeta-Four, what's that for?" inquired Zeta-Six. "Trying to bomb our enemies before we've found them?" he bantered.
"No Charles- err, Six. It's classified."
"Hmm."
A similarly shaped, camera-laden machine lifted up from Zeta-Three's mech and ascended into the air.
The sound of cracking trees faded out for a brief moment and returned. A new sound accompanied this; the sound of running. A circular saw unsheathed from One's right arm, and she braced herself. Leaping from the forest was a monster in black armor, reminiscent of a medieval knight. The upper half of its body was humanoid, but four legs extended out of the pelvis. Its lower arms were entirely replaced with long blades. One ducked, and with a single slice the saw cleaved the beast in half. The torso sailed overhead and the Knight's blood coated the mech.
"Looks like we're at the right place. Keep your eyes-"
"Hostile terminated, commander," interrupted Two. "Hostile terminated, commander," it repeated as the sounds of unnatural screams emerged from the forest.
One stared at the long path Two created through the trees. "Converge on Two and provide backup," shouted One as she charged towards Two's location, with the rest right behind her. "Prepare for a lot of Knights."
"T-time to save the Foundation!" Four nervously said.
"Hey Zeta-One, I'm not exactly sure where we are, but it's somewhere in the Dutch Empire, likely around their East Indies. Best guess for the time frame is during the 1800s," explained Three as he mech thundered into the dense forest.
"What's your reasoning?"
"Let's just say that a bunch of Dutch sailors are freaking out right now," she replied while attempting to hold back laughter. The attempt failed.
MTF-Zeta-99 ("Chronology Crushers") stormed onward.
"What do you see, Diederick?"
"Our valiant soldiers are being slaughtered. The silver knights have arrived, just as foretold."
"So the Old Thing was right."
"Why would it ever lie?"
"Such entities are known for duplicity. You can never be too careful with them."
"There is no need for you to be doubtful, Henk. During the transfer I sensed no treachery."
"Well, inform me if any further events occur on the island."
"Our soldiers' eyes are forever mine. I will let you know."
"Hostile terminated, commander. Hostile terminated, commander."
Two's battle against the Knights had created a large clearing in the middle of the forest. The ground was covered in the wooden fragments from the ancient, moss-covered trees that grew there. Various broken stumps were markers of what the forest once was. The eviscerated remains of beasts littered the area, their blood staining the fertile dirt. This was the first time in ages any light had gone past the thick canopy.
The ancient metal that made up the beasts' armor was no match for a simple enlarged power tool, though fragments of it had lodged in the saw and jammed it. Adhering to the rule on ammo Two kept slashing and tearing at incoming foes with no restraint. By the time One and the rest of the team had barged into the area four Knights had been killed, with a fifth one meeting its demise.
"I'll go find the source of the cannon fodder, you guys just keep on fighting." Five's rocket boosters activated in a short burst and he launched off into the air, flying over the clearing and out of sight.
A new sound emerged from some unseen area of the forest. A loud, fluctuating roar. A white blur sped out of the trees from One's left and flew through Two, skewering its mech. The beast sped back to the forest, continuing its unnatural sounds while leaving a trail of debris from the destroyed machine behind it. Dozens of trees shattered and collapsed in its path.
"Zeta-Two is down! Brace yourselves for a second attack!" broadcasted One.
"At least it was just the replaceable that got skewered," Six exclaimed in relief. "Sorry."
One grimaced, though none could see her face covered by various mechanical contraptions. "Everyone get down!"
The machines fell to the ground and the beast launched overhead, missing the intended targets and landing back in the forest.
"Where is it coming from?" panicked Six.
The sounds of the opponent echoed through the trees and clearing, making it impossible to tell where it would be coming from next. It whizzed by a third time and back out of view, leaving no tracks as it went. Suddenly, right as the noises grew louder once again, it stopped. An uneasy silence fell onto the area.
"I don't think it's gone, guys," Three commented.
"Hmm. Everyone stay down." One gradually began to stand up, carefully examining the forest. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the unmistakable silhouette of a Knight. Immediately she fell to ground as the beast resumed its charge, scraping the left side of the mech.
"Damn, it's actually smart," Six sneered.
The sounds stopped once again.
"Hey Thre- Zeta-Three?"
"What is it, Zeta-Four?"
"I think have a plan."
As they planned the monster watched, waiting for any sign of movement. In a burst of flames Three flung herself into the air, and the roar returned. Four raised his saw into the air as the jouster passed overhead, slicing off two legs. The beast uncontrollably flew above the ground and landed by the path to the clearing. It tumbled across the ground as Three fell down and landed on top of its back foot-first. The monster's armor crumpled like tinfoil and its spine snapped, killing it.
"Holy crap, that actually worked!" Four exclaimed in surprise, breathing heavily.
"Enemy neutralized," Three informed as she grinned, inspecting the body of the beast. The monster was a Knight with white armor and smooth metal discs instead of clawed feet. Where the usual arm blades would be were two long lances. While this was strange, the most peculiar feature by far were two poles extending from the shoulder regions, with flags on the end.
"Well, I've figured out who our villain is here. It's the Netherlands." The tattered red white and blue tricolors fluttered in the wind.
"Wait, what? Why would the Dutch make a bunch of monsters and go to the future to beat up the Foun-" Four inquired.
"Doesn't matter. Finish the mission first, then sort out the situation." Having interrupted the conversation, One beckoned the remaining MTF agents towards her. "When we get word from Zeta-Five we'll move out."
"Heh, speaking of the devil," said Five in a calm voice. The static of long range comms was faintly heard as he spoke.
"Have you found anything important?"
"There's a path running along a cliff face by the sea, with a tunnel at the end. I saw a Knight come out of it, so it's probably where we should go. The path's large enough for use to move double file, though there are some Knights and a few of those Jousters near."
"Guess that's what we're calling those things now," commented Four with a quivering voice.
"Any obstacles directly in the way?"
"Nada."
"Alright, we'll reconvene at the start of the path. Follow Zeta-Five's beacon."
"One knight has been slain. They still move on towards Salvation."
"Do not worry, Diederick. If one can die, the rest can too."
"…Have you told the king?"
"I do not wish to worry Willem with a situation that may end swiftly."
"I understand. I will continue my watch."
"Also, if they get too close, intervene any way you can."
"The homeland will be protected with all my might."
The team walked along the declining path as a cloud of smoke began to obscure the sky and sun. Each heavy step was marked with caution. Any sudden noises could alert the surrounding Knights and Jousters. Though they had made it out of the forest with ease, the lack of attacks was enough to unnerve the calmest of soldiers. Off the side of the path was a sheer drop to the ocean, with boulders scattered about along the side and large waves crashing against them. The path itself was well worn with the occasional patch of grass. The rocky cliff next to the agents was covered in scratches. There was no doubt that this was the way the Knights came from.
Three kept one eye ahead of her and the other on the feed from her drone. The cylindrical device hovered high above the cliff, whirring as it watching over the many beasts.
"So far, the coast seems to be clear," reported Three as she watched the drone's footage. "Hold up, we've got one incoming."
"Everyone press against the cliff wall," One ordered. "Don't activate your saws just yet."
"It's closing in on us fast."
The sound of the Knight running was now audible. The movement slowed down, and stopped entirely. Small clumps of dirt fell from the cliff.
"It's right above us."
"Why is it just standing there?" asked Four.
"I dunno, Zeta-Four. It's rare when they don't lunge at you on sight." Five commented.
"It's staring down at us."
"Keep waiting." One ordered.
As the volcanic black clouds obscured the sun, the only shadow revealing the Knight's location vanished. The monster continued to stand there, staring down through slits in its helmet at the agents. Its talons tapped at the hard rock. Minutes passed and the stalemate had not ended.
"Hmm, I think this monster might be broken in some way. Could be completely unaware of its situation." Six said. "Permission to move out, commander?"
One began to ponder this. Six seemed right in there being something wrong with the Knight, though this could be a set up. The wrong move could send a horde of monstrosities towards them. While the Knights are particularly easy to kill, it wasn't hard to be overwhelmed by them.
"I think Zeta-Six is right. Besides, we can't hold up the mission forever," Three added.
One came to a conclusion. "…Zeta-Six, you may proceed with caution."
Six's mech slowly lumbered away from the cliff face. Three continued to watch. The rest waited.
"I just lost connection to the drone!"
The drone sped through the air as it came crashing down on the cliff face, shattering into various fragments next to the beast. The Knight snapped out of its trance and lunged at Six, letting out a screech as it latched onto the mech with it's front legs. It immediately began slashing and stabbing at the machine.
"Oh Christ oh Christ oh Christ!" Six shouted as he flailed the saw in an attempt at wounding his attacker. The arms were swiftly cut off.
"Nobody engage, we cannot afford to bring any more attention to this area. I repeat, do not engage!"
"Please help! Please!"
Four raised his left arm as a compartment on it opened up to reveal a minigun. The barrel spun and several volleys of bullets were launched towards the Knight, impacting its chest and the mech.
"Zeta-Four stop now, that is an order!"
"I signed up for this job to protect people, and that's what I'm going to do!" There was no hope in changing Four's mind.
"Someone get over here already!" Six continued to shout.
"Look Zeta-One, our cover is already blown, we need to make a break for it. Zeta-Five, you agree?"
"I sure do, Zeta-Three."
"Fine! Zeta-Four, rescue Zeta-Six. You two, follow me to the tunnel entrance and provide covering fire."
A blend of horrid screams could be heard from the approaching beasts. Panels on the tops of the mechs opened and automatic turrets came out. The first wave from Knights to surge over the cliff edge were shredded with a spray of bullets. Six continued to stumble as the mauling continued, finally ending as Four tore the beast's head off with minigun rounds.
"Okay Charles, listen to me. We'll make it out of this, we can survive, don't panic!" Four said.
"Telling someone not to panic has never helped, Ruan! Christ!" The legs on Six's mech buckled and broke down, crashing into the ground. All that was left was a cubic torso in a pile of metal shards.
"Alright Zeta-Four, open your entrance hatch! I'm getting out of this broken wreck!" Six quickly activated the turrets, disabled the control interface, and rapidly climbed up the steel ladder leading to the exit.
"I'll keep holding them off! Just get out quickly!"
Knights continued to drop down, with more and more surviving the initial fire. One boosted and landed at the tunnel entrance, when a recognizable roar was heard. She backed up several steps as a Jouster sped out of the dark tunnel and off the island, crashing to the waves below. Three hovered in the air shooting down approaching targets, watching Five slowly walk backwards down the path. The cliff was now covered in Knight blood.
"I'm coming out Zeta-Four! Let me up to your hatch!" Six exited and slid out of his mech, stumbling in his gray and black jumpsuit as he landed on the ground. "Oh good lord this purple guck smells horrific! Zeta-Four, get me up there now!"
Four was preoccupied, chopping down several Knights. He boosted into the air and shot around Six's mech to fend off the hordes, some bullets landing mere inches from him.
"Shit! Four, I didn't go through all this bullcrap and more just to die from some stupid-"
Brief bursts from the rockets kept a slow descent to the path when a single slash tore through the rocket engines. An explosion tore off the back half of the machine as Four's screams filled his mic. The remaining chunks collided into the cliff wall and were impaled repeatedly by a Jouster. After a brief gurgle the screaming stopped.
Six watched in horror and his eyes widened. He shouted into his mic. "Zeta-Five get the fuck over here right-" A single stomp ended him.
Five launched over to Three and One as they entered the tunnel.
"Zeta-Five, were your charges damaged during the travel?"
"Yeah, only two left."
"Then get in the tunnel and use them now!"
"Right on it."
Five barreled into the tunnel and dropped two cube-shaped charges onto the ground. The survivors ran down the rocky corridor as a massive explosion destroyed the entrance and an unsuspecting Jouster, creating a small landslide that took down most of the path. Blackness enveloped the tunnel.
"Two more knights are dead, along with their dove."
"Good. How is the defense around Salvation?"
"No changes have been made to it. I requested the Old Thing to send reinforcements, but I received no response."
"…I'm worried, Diederick. Our soldiers are no match for the knights. If they destroy Salvation, one fears what Foundation will do to us in their invasion."
"Your fear is unfounded. The Old Thing knows what to do, and its power over time cannot be stopped. This day was what we have prepared for. Have faith in our success."
"But Diederick, don't you feel like there is something… wrong? We went to attack Foundation before the foretold assault from them, but…"
"Our attacks on Foundation won't go to waste. Have faith, Henk."
The curving and swerving tunnel was illuminated by a series of three floodlights, whose users trudged past repeating brown rock and mineral patterns. The only form of entertainment was to stare at the bumps in the ceiling and see if any patterns emerged. Hundreds of scratches marked the floor, signs that agents were heading in the right direction. A few blue crystals could be found protruding from cracks in the walls, letting off faint amounts of light. The repetitive series of ridges in the tunnel made it seem as if something had once drilled it out. An hour had passed, and there was no sign of how far to their destination they were.
The thirty minute long solemn silence was broken by One. "Team, I need to apologize. I've gotten half of us killed since we've entered the anomaly, and I may have ruined the mission." She took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
"Aww, you did the right thing back there, Jenn," Three said in an attempt at consolation. "There was nothing you could've done to change how that played out."
One sighed. "I understand, but that feeling of responsibility for their deaths never leaves you. I've felt it since Antioch, and I feel it now."
"Look, if it makes you feel any better, the six of us knew we were going into what was probably a suicide mission. We all knew we were going into the unknown for this." Five chimed in. "I was, at least."
"So was I," Three replied. "Once you get that this job can easily kill you, you stop caring as much about what happens. I sometimes wonder what's still keeping me going!" She snickered a bit.
The somber cloud of silence set back in as the tunnel began to slope downwards, and the rock became darker in color, appearing to be volcanic. The mechs slid down, scraping and breaking parts of the incline. They came to a rough stop at the bottom, and continued their march.
"Look, we're probably going to die, let's go out in style."
"Heh. Sounds like a plan, Zeta-Three. What does the commander have to say about it?"
"…The plan checks out." A slight grin was on One's face.
The long descent into the unknown depths of the island continued.
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Two hours had passed. Rumbling noises could be heard originating from some unknown location. The tunnel continued to move down, deeper and deeper into the island. As they did the rumbling became louder, likely a sign of them approaching their destination. A dim, eerie blue glow could be seen in the distance, and all too familiar noises could be heard.
"Ready all of your weapons. Prepare for anything."
The three rushed to the exit of the tunnel and halted as they entered a massive stone cavern, illuminated by bright blue glowing crystals. Knights and Jousters patrolled every corner of the area, and a large dark gray mass composed of hundreds of chitinous spheres hung from the ceiling, with four black tendrils holding it up. Sliding up the walls were five silver knights, long and slender with four arms and six legs. Their heads were metal spheres, with circular holes on the front as a way to see. The things grabbed spheres from the bottom and connected them to the ever expanding mass with a black substance. As the team stepped in all activity ceased. The hundreds of monstrosities stared, fixated at the new arrivals.
"Alright, assuming those spheres are important, they will be our main target."
"Is there anything else, commander?" Zeta-Five asked.
"Just take it down."
The automatic turrets opened fire, and the hordes rushed them. All three of their boosters activated, and the team began their ascent to the top of the spheres. A silver knight outstretched its slender arm and smashed into Three and Five, sending them falling back to the bottom.
One continued to speed upwards, slowing down the throttle as she came in for a landing on the spheres. As she landed on the uneven surface, causing it to shudder, four Jousters marked with blue highlights readied their lances. One fired at them as they charged, boosting up to avoid their attacks. A few bullets killed two of the Jousters mid-charge and their corpses flew off the spheres, colliding mid-air.
The other two enemies dodged the bullets, and chased down One as she leaped towards one of the tendrils and sliced it in half. The spheres began to shift and the boosters fired in short bursts to keep balance. A loud screech came from the Jousters and their lances fired off of their arms. One was unable to dodge in time and was skewered, piercing through the cabin and into her chest. In the minute left of her life she panicked and put the boosters on max throttle, flinging her into the ceiling and crushing her. The boosters kept the machine pressed against the ceiling for two minutes until the fuel ran out, sending the machine tumbling down.
Five and Three spun through the air as their boosters fired in an attempt to stabilize themselves. After a minute they regained control and came to a rough landing on the ground, immediately being assaulted by several Knights which were dispatched with ease.
"Shit, how much fuel do you have left Five?"
"I'm at 30%, you?"
"41%."
"Damn, we'll never make it back up their with those lanky freaks smacking us down. At least One got up there and has done some damage."
"Five, dodge!"
Five jumped as the wreckage of One's mech crashed down at his former location. What was left was a mass of twisted metal and two broken lances, covered in magenta blood.
"Oh fuck!" Five exclaimed as he looked at the remains.
"Christ, now what?"
As they sliced their way through waves of enemies, Five thought, searching every corner of his mind for the best plan.
"The Old Thing has responded, Henk."
"Well, what did it say?"
"…"
"What did it say?"
"…It… It tricked us."
"Three, we're going to do a fuel exchange. We'll transfer until I'm at 10% and you'll get up to the top and bring this whole thing down. I'll take care of the wall freaks."
A small hatch popped open on the back of Three's mech, and a metal tube came out. A similar hatch opened on Five's, and Three grabbed the tube and plugged it in.
"Initiating fuel transfer now!"
The two survivors span around, slicing and firing away. Chunks of armor and blood from the beasts were strewn about in the brawl. One Knight gashed Three a few inches off from the tube and was quickly decapitated. As the number of Knights dwindled dozens more appeared from several flashes of light.
"They are not going to give up any time soon."
"20% fuel!"
A Jouster launched towards them and barely scraped Five. It collided into the crowd of Knights and was unintentionally diced. Despite the many bullets being fired, the swarm approached closer and closer.
"I'm running low on ammo here, and my turrets have just run out. Shit, how close are you to 10%?"
A group of four Jousters tore through the Knights in their path, heading directly towards the agents.
"12%, it should be at 10% in…" Five scanned the area and saw the incoming attackers. "Screw it, ending the transfer now!" The pipe disconnected and retracted back into Three's mech, and the hatches shut. "Move!"
The mechs launched into the air and the Jouster passed underneath them, turning around and staring.
"You're pushing yourself too hard, Diederick!"
"If the Old Thing won't protect Salvation, I must."
"But… Good god Diederick, there's so much blood and light…"
Five and Three flew alongside each other for a brief time, with Five peeling off and slamming on top of one of the wall knights, denting its armor. The beast began to flail about as its attacker riddled its head with bullets, causing a burst of blood and the body to slowly slide down the cavern wall.
Three weaved around the outstretched arms of two wall knights, diving under the spheres to confuse them. Five leaped towards the nearest target and fired his last bullets at the opposite one, which attempted to block the bullets with a sphere it was carrying. A few seconds after the bullets hit the sphere and it exploded, evaporating the the wall knight's upper torso.
"Three, listen closely, because this is damn important!" he shouted as he began to saw open the monster's spherical helmet. "That thing on the ceiling is a bomb!" As cut through various pink tendrils began to pry the gash open. "Shoot it!"
A mass of pink tendrils surrounding a black brain-like object broke through the gap and slammed into Five's mech, grabbing onto it and slamming it into the cavern wall. The body of the silver knight went limp, and the tendrils pried through the cracks in the armor and into the pilot's chamber. It took two seconds for Five to be shredded.
Three landed on the top of the spheres and looked around. Two wall knights had moved to shield two supports with their arms, and the Jousters grew new lances from their upper arms by the third. With so few bullets and little fuel left, there was no possibility of cutting all of the tendrils. Three aimed her minigun down, and inhaled.
The lances flew, Three breathed, and the gun fired.
The bullets pierced the spheres and one after the other they burst. The contents of the chamber were evaporated, and large cracks were created through the rock. Rumbles shook the entire island as the cracks spread further towards the volcano and into its myriad of tunnels. Bedrock crumbled and lava forced its way up to the top of the volcano, spurting out in an explosive display. Loud booms resounded over the sea for miles around. Eventually the volcano itself began to crumble, with large chunks shearing off and crashing into the land. The ground fragmented and the island exploded, launching debris, smoke, and magma into the sky. A final, resounding boom was released as the sky turned black and earthquakes and tsunamis were unleashed.
The island was obliterated.
"The Old Thing is dead. It screamed in happiness as it was crushed by rock and melted by lava."
"…Why did it do this? After all that… why would it just give up and die?"
"In all its power it couldn't directly end its own life. It needed a way to end, and this way was the easiest."
"So Salvation was never meant to protect us, then."
"We never needed… protecting…"
"So now what Diederick? What will the King say when he learns we were tricked into a waste of resources and time? What will he say? …Diederick? Oh god, that light…… May god forgive me for what I have done."
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"Dr. Denica?"
"Who is this?"
"It's Dr. Arlo, onboard the SCPS Titulari. We're off the shore of Krakatoa and we found something you'll be interested in."
"What is it?"
"We picked up an unusual radio transmission, encoded with standard Foundation encryption methods. Here's a decoded clip of it."
MTF-Zeta-99, investigating SCP-3767, date 18-7-2016, identification code 5351-Spiritus-9-Eta.
"It was repeating constantly, and a small team was sent to find the source. After some exploring and digging they found a cylindrical metal device, distinctly Foundation made. It appears to be fairly old, though we can't figure out an exact age."
"I want you to ship this thing to Site-201 as soon as possible."
"It's already on it's way."
"Did you find anything else?"
"We haven't done any more searching just yet, but there are plans to."
"Let me know if more is found."
"Certainly. Bye."
"Bye…… Dr. Yuudai? This is Denica. SCP-3767 has been confirmed to be a temporal anomaly."
try to have some description of who this is happening to and why it is happening, which could be something as simple as giving a description of the mech. That can tell your reader who's controlling it and what its doing, like if you had it crashing into the ground with some damage that might tell the reader there was a fight
I think the check in might be a better place to give some personality to people, the one-sentence quips are going for something like that I think but aren't unique enough to really stand out from each other
"We'll have to conserve our ammo for this mission. Use melee whenever possible, especially on any Knights. Zeta-Two, put your bot brain to use and go investigate the surrounding region. Zeta-Three, determine an approximate chronological and physical location."
this feels unnatural and expository, it sounds like something that an ai would tell the player in an action video game
especially "Use melee whenever possible"then there's some dialogue after that with some characterization but it's not actually clear who's speaking
and you could probably attach some action to the dialogue since they're in the middle of a mission and such, keep things rollingLeaping from the forest was a monster in black armor, reminiscent of a medieval knight —> Again, show don't tell. Saying to the reader "yeah it totally looked like one of those medievel knight guys" is vague and much less interesting than describing a specific appearnce, even if its just that his armor is rusty and dented or something
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2XXX is to be monitored at all times by Foundation probes Veles-M217 and Veles-M903, orbiting Mercury. Any communication with SCP-2XXX-2 should be done with either Veles probe, using onboard computer monitors to ask questions. Non-Foundation personnel that discover the anomaly will be interrogated and administered amnestics, with any information confiscated or destroyed. This applies to any space agencies that find SCP-2XXX.
Description: SCP-2XXX-1 is the designation for an invisible plane orbiting Mercury approximately 950 km above its surface, estimated to be a 1 km x 0.5 km rectangle. This plane remains parallel to the surface of Mercury at all times. Its orbit around the planet lasts 24 hours. SCP-2XXX-2 is a Caucasian male, named Dejan Konstantin, that resides on SCP-2XXX-1. SCP-2XXX-3 is a house resembling an American suburban home, which SCP-2XXX-2 lives in. SCP-2XXX-2 is unaffected by environmental factors of the area around him, and appears to experience 1 g's of gravity at all times. SCP-2XXX-2 has not been observed to leave SCP-2XXX-1 at any point12. On a daily basis SCP-2XXX-2 will walk around SCP-2XXX-1 and interact with various nonexistent people, objects, and buildings, designated SCP-2XXX-4. If any SCP-2XXX-4 instance is brought into SCP-2XXX-3 it will materialize for as long as it is in the building. Whether these instances exist prior to entering is up to debate.
SCP-2XXX-2 perceives the area around himself as the town of Freeville, New York, United States, which appears to follow the same seasonal and weather changes as Freeville on Earth but has a different geographic layout. Known hobbies of his include jogging and stargazing, with his perception of the night sky as the night sky seen from Earth. SCP-2XXX-2 has been friendly in interviews, acting as if Veles probes are humans.
SCP-2XXX was discovered by the NASA MESSENGER
Addendum:
Item #: SCP-2821
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2821 must be monitored on a constant basis for any changes in behavior and size. Geiger counters and cameras are to be lined throughout the chamber, with two Minkowski Spacetime Monitors set up within a 0.5 kilometer distance around SCP-2821's chamber. The tunnel leading from Lunar Area-32 to SCP-2821 is to be maintained and routinely checked for radiation. Two airlocks coated with lead foil are placed at the entrance of the tunnel and the midway point of it to prevent contamination of Lunar Area-23 from gamma rays and decaying isotopes. The cover above the hole from the lunar surface to SCP-2821's chamber should resemble the lunar landscape to reduce risk of discovery from cameras. This cover should be made of heat absorbing materials to match the temperature of the surrounding surface. Transmissions of any sort from SCP-2821 must be reported to Level 4/2821 researchers immediately, along with any possible signs of communication. Non-Foundation personnel that detect these transmissions will be interrogated and administered amnestics.
Description: SCP-2821 is a spherical spatial anomaly, theorized to be a true vacuum13, located 1.25 km from Lunar Area-32 in a spherical cavern with a diameter of 0.9 km. The size of SCP-2821 changes erratically at the speed of light, though it currently has a diameter of ~0.55 km. Any objects entering SCP-2821 will become subject to the current laws of physics within the anomaly, which change at random intervals14, often causing the destruction of said object. At times objects can be seen forming or moving around within SCP-2821, labeled SCP-2821-1 instances. Occasionally SCP-2821-1 instances have left SCP-2821, often breaking apart into various radioactive isotopes and particles. One central entity can be seen within the anomaly, labeled SCP-2821-2. This entity appears as a mass of rapidly flashing colors, with occasional tendrils coming out of it, and has remained permanently in the center of SCP-2821 since its discovery. It is theorized that SCP-2821-2 is either the cause of the anomaly or is preventing its expansion.
Occasionally radio transmissions are detected coming from SCP-2821. A majority of these radio transmission are static, though some contain speech from an unknown individual and miscellaneous noises. The length and times at which these transmission occur is random, though some of their content has similar themes. Investigation into this is in progress.
SCP-2821 was discovered during tunneling from Lunar Area-32 to Lunar Area-13, which would have served as a means of transportation between the two sites. On 13/4/2015, after digging 1.25 km from Area-32, one of the mining equipment fell into a large cavern containing SCP-2821. At this point the cavern had a diameter of 0.8 km, and SCP-2821's size was fluctuating at a rapid rate. During the ensuing investigation and development of containment procedures SCP-2821 reached a diameter of 0.3 km for a day, before reaching 0.9 km, creating the current cavern size and creating a hole to the lunar surface. This investigation led to the current accepted theory of this being a true vacuum.
If SCP-2821 were to begin expanding at the rate dictated in quantum field theory, it would lead to a VK-Class reality restructuring event, with anything entering the anomaly following its new laws of physics and chemistry. As it takes 1.3 seconds for light to travel from the Earth to the moon and vice versa, both the moon and Earth would be destroyed before the Foundation could take a course of action. After ~6 hours most of the solar system would be destroyed. As the size of SCP-2821 changes at random, this could occur at any given time.
Work on creating a suitable means of containment to prevent VK-Class event is currently in development. The leading plan, Project Heisenberg-Stiriacus, involves the development of a modified Scranton Reality Anchor to either force SCP-2821 into staying at a set size or to neutralize it. Current issues with the plan include transportation of the device to Lunar Area-32 and the possibility of unknown interactions between SCP-2821 and the ORI operator, which could cause worsened containment or the expansion of the anomaly.15
Addendum-1: Below is a table detailing physics seen in SCP-2821, each designated with φ and a number. This only lists the longest lasting and important physics states. A full document of all recorded states and further information can be seen in Document SCP-2821-V1.
Designation | Description | Duration |
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2821-φ0 | This is the designation for a majority of the physics sets seen in SCP-2821. This is not any single physics set, but refers to periods where the anomaly is rapidly changing its physics or when the physics prevent any major visible effects. The most that is seen in this is occasional particles, a visual effect resembling static, and clouds of particles. These particles usually last for a few seconds or less. This state is likely what a non-anomalous true vacuum would appear like if one were to exist. Occasional radio transmissions consisting of static are detected coming from SCP-2821 in this set. | Variable |
2821-φ2 | During this set SCP-2821-1 instances in the form of light blue rocky objects were orbiting SCP-2821-2. A probe was sent into SCP-2821, which experienced some communication issues. It began to be pulled into orbit, and was destroyed when three SCP-2821-1 instances collided with the probe and destroyed it. A secondary probe equipped with thrusters that would activate after three minutes after entering SCP-2821, around the time it enters orbit, was sent into the anomaly a week later. Upon thruster activation the probe began to exit SCP-2821 with two SCP-2821-1 instances following. These instances vanished after exiting SCP-2821, releasing large amounts of gamma radiation. Equipment onboard the probe detected ~0.7 G's coming from SCP-2821-2 when it was briefly in orbit. Camera footage taken shows the area outside of SCP-2821 as heavily distorted, suggesting that outside light is bent when entering the anomaly. So far this has been the only physics set to allow for objects originating from outside of SCP-2821 to survive within the anomaly. | 3 Weeks |
2821-φ7 | Initially, the set resembled 2821-φ2, but after an hour all movement of the SCP-2821-1 instances ceased. During this, sensors in the chamber detected a temperature of 0.00000001 Kelvin before malfunctioning and breaking. Objects brought into the chamber would lose momentum as it got closer to SCP-2821, gradually slowing until reaching a complete stop16 It is unknown how cold SCP-2821 got during this, though it is likely the temperature reached temperatures incredibly close to 0 Kelvin. SCP-2821-2 experienced no changes in movement or behavior. Following the end of this set a radio transmission was detected saying, "The place outside of worlds."17 | 12 Hours |
2821-φ11 | Various SCP-2821-1 instances were seen drifting through SCP-2821, resembling a variety of green, blue, and purple complex hypotrochoids and epicycloids18. Inspection with long zoom cameras shows that these instances are also composed of smaller hypotrochoids and epicycloids, possibly going down to the atomic level. It is believed that these structures are the result of atoms being able to form chemical bonds that naturally form these shapes. At times smaller instances would go through gaps in larger ones and vanish. One instance exited SCP-2821 and immediately broke apart into radioactive isotopes of carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen. A radio transmission of Hurrian Hymn No. 6, the oldest known melody, being sung by female voice was detected three times in this set. | 1 Month |
2821-φ14 | For one month various SCP-2821-1 instances resembling nebula manifested inside SCP-2821, with bright spots similar in appearance to stars in and around them. After this month the color of SCP-2821-1 instances and SCP-2821-2 began to become red in hue over the course of 2 months, with movement decreasing as well. At the end of these two months no movement was observed, and everything in SCP-2821 was colored with various shades of red. It theorized that this was redshift19 caused by the speed of light decreasing in the anomaly. Three months later SCP-2821 entered another physics set, with normal coloration returning after an hour. This is believed to be the speed of light returning to it's normal value. A radio transmission was detected coming from SCP-2821 at the end of this set by Foundation radio telescopes, which showed the cosmic microwave background with a Sierpinski triangle20 overlayed on it. | 6 Months |
2821-φ15 | In this set SCP-2821-2 was replaced with a black spherical object and SCP-2821 reached a brightness of ~100,000 lumens per square meter. SCP-2821-1 instances were rapidly expelled from the spherical object, damaging equipment in the chamber and the chamber walls. The instances were twisted chunks of rock and metal, along with unknown objects made of various elements on the Foundation's expanded periodic table21. One chunk of metal had what resembled the ensign of the Foundation Orbital Division on it, along with unknown text below it. Minkowski Spacetime Monitors around the anomaly detected -190 trillion G's during this set. It is unknown what happened in this set, with theories including the reversal of gravity and the formation of a white hole22. | 24 Hours |
2821-φ17 | For approximately four hours SCP-2821, along with any SCP-2821-1 instances present, and SCP-2821-2 disappeared. Experiments performed in the space previously occupied by SCP-2821 showed no anomalous properties, suggesting that the anomaly had been neutralized at the time. After the four hours SCP-2821 reappeared operating under the physics of 2821-φ11. It is theorized that the event was the result of SCP-2821's physics randomly becoming standard physics, though it is unknown how this could occur with its possible state as a true vacuum. This has led to debate over the accuracy of this theory. Despite this event a radio transmission was detected coming from where SCP-2821 formerly was after 3 hours, saying "The mind numbs in that white expanse." | 4 Hours |
2821-φ20 | One of SCP-2821-2's tendrils began to extend to lengths beyond those which have been previously observed, forming a spiral pattern centered around SCP-2821-2. After expanding to the edge of SCP-2821, Foundation Anti-Cognitohazard bots blocked footage of the rest of the event. This event is the only observed behavior of its kind from SCP-2821-2. A request to experiment with the footage to determine any cognitohazardous effects is pending. | 5 minutes |
Addendum-2: On 15/9/2016 a radio transmission originating from SCP-2821 was detected. The transmission was four minutes long, with audio composed of static, multiple languages, and miscellaneous noises. Known languages used are Spanish, Icelandic, Yiddish, Scottish Gaelic, Ortothan, and Esperanto. Below is a mostly translated transcript of the transmission. Words that have no exact translation to English are in brackets along with any sounds or unknown words. Capitalized sentences show any loud portions of the transmission.
[Trapped, imprisoned]
There was void, and it was maddening
[Horror, abomination] made [Dolphin whistles] stay
THEY BUILT A LOCK AND THREW AWAY THE KEY
[Whale calls] left area out of realms and back to [Unknown][Shattered, broken]
The comrades were ensnared in the wires and bled bled bled [Broken]
[A minute of static]
The home returned to is in chaos
Reality ended with [Dolphin whistles] absence
AND ITS KILLER STARES BACK AT ME AND INTO MY BEING
[Unknown]
Consumed and fragmented and torn asunder [Trapped, imprisoned]
Guards [Unknown] hounds got them and ripped their minds
The flesh was extracted and stored forever
[Fix, repair]
[A minute of static]
Yesodon23, the horrid name
AND WHEN IT IS SLAIN
When the embodiment [Unknown] is struck down
[Sounds similar to construction work] [Order, patterns]
[A minute of static with random fluctuations in volume]
[Whale whistles] SCREAM
YESODON LISTEN
[Static until the end of the transmission, with noises similar to the sound of waves]
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2XXX is to be stored in a standard containment chamber at Site-201. Every 24 hours a 0.5 ml vial of blood is to be provided to SCP-2XXX. Interviews with SCP-2XXX are to have the interviewee and SCP-2XXX separated by wall, with microphones and speakers used for communication. Paper and/or blood is to be given as a reward for information.
Description: SCP-2XXX is a piece of sapient white kami paper24. SCP-2XXX is able to fold itself into various shapes and locomote. Its preferred shape resembles an octopus with seven arms, with a height of 8 cm and a width of 14 cm. SCP-2XXX can vocalize through anomalous means, being conversant in English and a language referred to as "Ortothan." Work on translating this language is underway, with assistance from SCP-2XXX.
SCP-2XXX is skilled at origami when paper is brought to it, and has decorated its containment chamber with its creations. It manipulates the paper by folding parts of its body into various manipulator appendages. The models it creates have no known anomalous properties, and it has been deemed safe to bring paper to SCP-2XXX as a reward for cooperation.
SCP-2XXX worships a deity it calls Rakmou-leusan, and claims to be part of an organization known as "The Church of the Second Hytoth."25. SCP-2XXX claims that Rakmou-leusan requires a "blood sacrifice" each day in order to aid him. These rituals consist of SCP-2XXX creating a small incision on the finger or palm of a human subject. SCP-2XXX will then absorb the blood, which disappears after 20 seconds. The more days that pass without a sacrifice will cause increasing amounts of anxiety in SCP-2XXX, claiming that "Rakmou-leusan's wrath is coming." After roughly 5 days SCP-2XXX will begin hiding in a corner of the room, often turning itself into a cube or pyramid shape. When a human subject enters the chamber during this time SCP-2XXX will attack the subject in an attempt at gaining blood.
SCP-2XXX was found in the apartment of Alison ██████, owner of an origami store in Toronto, Canada by a personal acquaintance on 09/08/2016. Alison had died on a vacation in Germany from internal hemorrhaging a day prior to the discovery. The acquaintance called the police after reportedly being assaulted by "living origami." An undercover Foundation agent intercepted the call, and MTF-Upsilon-20 ("Hogtown Garrison") was dispatched to the location under the guise of police officers.
SCP-2XXX and various pieces of origami were discovered in the kitchen. These pieces included a set of stairs leading to the kitchen table and cupboards, seven four-armed humanoid figures, spires, and a small circular table. Other items found in the apartment include a jar of blood, stacks of kami paper, religious documents regarding the Church of the Second Hytoth, and origami similar in appearance to SCP-2XXX's preferred form. Based on the documents, it is believed that Alison ██████ was a member of the Church of the Second Hytoth. An investigation into the existence and whereabouts of the church is currently underway.
Addendum:
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. ████ Akio: Good morning, SCP-2XXX.
SCP-2XXX: Greetings doctor. Are you here to give some more blood? What you have given will suffice, but more is always appreciated.
Dr. Akio: No, I'm here to ask you some questions.
SCP-2XXX: Oh, in that case go ahead.
Dr. Akio: Before we begin, is there any name you would prefer to be called? I understand that for some being called SCP-2XXX may be strange.
SCP-2XXX: Call me Aímact Priest Alison ██████ of the Church of the Second Hytoth.
Dr. Akio: So… Alison, to start things off, who or what is Rakmou-leusan?
SCP-2XXX: Oh, the grand Rakmou-leusan! Last of the great Koru-teusa, the seven holy warrior gods of the Second Hytoth, our world. While they fell, Rakmou-leusan lives on and defends the gates to our realm!
Dr. Akio: The Koru-teusa?
SCP-2XXX: The Holy Seven were once beings like you and I, who ascended from their mortal forms to combat forces from the Voru, the outside realm, that threatened reality. They fought for aeons to protect us and those that came before us, but have been lost or defeated one by one. The first sacrificed himself to save us all. The second and the third, killed by the jealousy and hatred of each other. The fifth forgotten. The sixth, killed in combat. The seventh ceased to exist. Rakmou-leusan, the fourth, is the sole defender of our realm.
Dr. Akio: I see. So, why do you need to give Rakmou-leusan blood?
SCP-2XXX: Ponder what occurs when a human loses blood. They become light headed, they become weak, they faint. When one ascends from mortal to god, you keep some part of your mortal form. The Koru-teusa kept their blood, yet it would leak. Their divine forms could not keep their mortal blood within them, yet they needed it like us. So they required those before us to give them blood, a requirement that was passed down to us. As time went by, they were forgotten, and without their blood they fell. Few know of Rakmou-leusan, and the ones who know are killed by the Church's enemies.
Dr. Akio: I assume the rest of your church believes in the same thing.
SCP-2XXX: What point is there in believing in what we know as the truth?
Dr. Akio: Hmm. The church also performs rituals similar to yours, correct?
SCP-2XXX: Yes, though while I can channel blood into Rakmou-leusan's form, the others require a stone with the holy mark of the Koru-teusa that will be bathed in the blood to transport it.
Dr. Akio: Now, you said our world is the Second Hytoth. This means there was a first one, right?
SCP-2XXX: Yes, a strange and alien world. A testing ground for universes to come.
Dr. Akio: What happened to it?
SCP-2XXX: It was devoured by a beast whose horrid name has been forgotten.
Dr. Akio: Is this beast still around?
SCP-2XXX: The truth has been lost to the aeons, though some say that the beast silently lurks in unseen corners of areas between realms. Perhaps one day it will return, as all things must hunger eventually.
Dr. Akio: One last question. As the last of the Koru-teusa, what would happen if Rakmou-leusan died?
SCP-2XXX: Imagine releasing poison into a pond full of fish. From where it was released it will spread throughout the pond, and it will kill all the life within it. The endless horrors that roam the Voru are that poison, and they would not hesitate to enter if given the chance. Our existence depends on Rakmou-leusan, and his depends on us.
Dr. Akio: Well, thank you for the interview, Alison.
SCP-2XXX: My pleasure.
[END LOG]
Dr. Akio: Greetings Alison.
SCP-2XXX: Another interview, I presume?
Dr. Akio: Correct.
SCP-2XXX: Sure, but be sure to provide some blood afterwards. Rakmou-leusan needs strength to vanquish his enemies.
Dr. Akio: Certainly. Now, can you tell us some information about your life?
SCP-2XXX: In the beginning my mind was brought from the pools of unreality into existence, on August 3rd, 20- no, 19- it was on August 3rd. I seem to have forgotten the year, though that doesn't matter right now. My family did not bring me into the Church, for they knew not of Rakmou-leusan's glory.
Dr. Akio: At what point did you join?
SCP-2XXX: I was ignorant to the Church until the second year of college, when I met Diana █████, a roommate of mine. She was the one who taught me of the Church and the truth of the universe. I remained skeptical until I performed my first blood sacrifice. Diana took the knife to my left index finger and created a small cut. My blood dripped out onto a stone marked with the holy heptagon. When it made contact I saw… I felt…
Dr. Akio: Well?
SCP-2XXX: My apologies. I am still entranced by that moment. My mind was whisked away to some long forgotten corner of the universe. That's when I saw the holy fourth in all his glory, suspended above a hole in reality. Though my eyes perceived a mass of light and arches of darkness, my mind saw a knight in battered yet gleaming white armor. My mind became connected with the universe for a split second, and I knew that I had to learn more. Sadly this is where my memory greatly deteriorates, and much of my past becomes isolated from my mind.
Dr. Akio: Hmm. Can you remember what you did immediately before we met you?
SCP-2XXX: I lived in the home of a fellow Aíma Priest, Alison- wait, her name was… No, that's not possible… But she… Her name isn't important. She was a nice person, yet she died before I could know her well.
Dr. Akio: I'm sorry for your loss, Alison.
SCP-2XXX: Do not feel sorry, for her spirit now resides in a better realm. Anyways after her death my old friend Hanae ██████ came to visit, who seemed, disturbed. I know not why she acted the way she did, but she ran out of the apartment. You know very well what happens next.
Dr. Akio: Well, if you are able to remember anything else be sure to let us know.
SCP-2XXX: It will be a big discovery for the two of us. Before you leave, may I make a request?
Dr. Akio: Anything that will improve your stay.
SCP-2XXX: Can you contact the Church? I wish to know how they are doing. They've been going through tough times recently, and I need to make sure Rakmou-leusan continues to be well supplied. Contact them at [REDACTED].
Dr. Akio: I'll get right on it.
[END LOG]
NOTE: Following the interview an attempt at contacting the Church via the provided phone number was attempted. An automated message played, stating "The Church of the Second Hytoth is currently busy. Please call again at a later date. Praise the Fourth." Further attempts have had the same result. Currently SCP-2XXX has not been informed of this.
Addendum-2: On 19/08/16 a letter arrived at the apartment building Alison ██████ resided in, and was intercepted by undercover Foundation operatives. Inspection has revealed it to have no known anomalous properties. As of the time of writing SCP-2XXX has not been shown the letter.
To Aímact Priest Alison ██████
It is good to hear that the ritual worked! Like many of the old ritual instructions we have laying around, you can never be sure if the outcomes are what they say to be, or if there are any unintended side effects (such as that one time in Austria). I'm currently organizing various other priests to perform the same ritual once we are ready, though there are few people who can make origami as good as yours.
However, I feel like we might want to change the plan. If we let the origami vessels out into the wild, who's to say that an enemy could trick them into divulging information? If they get destroyed (which is very likely) it would be a waste of time, effort and blood. Your idea also seems like it could get violent quickly, which would make us no better than the Daevas who tainted our reputation. Now, I know what I'm about to say can't be changed for the plan, but the idea of amnesiac vessels of myself and friends wandering around feels strange. It will probably take a while for some people to get used to that idea.
Ultimately this would increase the Church's size and make it easier to gain and send blood, but these issues need to be sorted out first. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your trip in Germany! Tell your vessel (and any other ones) I said hello!
Grand Aímact Priest Sean ███████
Addendum-3: On 25/08/2016, at approximately 2:51 PM, Dr. Akio entered a side room next to SCP-2XXX's chamber for a third interview. The rooms were separated by glass panel with small holes for sound to travel through. Upon entering the room SCP-2XXX folded itself to go through the holes and attacked Dr. Akio, cutting his jugular. This caused Akio to die from blood loss three minutes later. SCP-2XXX then absorbed the blood, with the stains fading out after three hours. SCP-2XXX claims that it had to do so to prevent the death of Rakmou-leusan. Containment procedures have been updated, and a reclassification of SCP-2XXX to Euclid is pending. A full incident report can be seen in Incident Report 2XXX-A1.
As of the recent discovery of a Church of the Second Hytoth meeting place in Vancouver, the existence of the Church has been confirmed and a full investigation is in progress. Due to this it has been deemed important to give SCP-2XXX blood so further interviews are possible. As it is likely SCP-2XXX's concerns over the state of the Church contributed to the incident, SCP-2XXX will be continually informed of the status of the Church.
I could feel Rakmou-leusan dying. The unholy Voruteut surrounded him, inflicting wound upon wound, clawing at gashes in his armor. I could've waited for the Church to act, though I did not want to wait for what might not occur. So I took the doctor's life, and channeled his blood to Rakmou-leusan. I wish I did not have to perform such a horrible task, but without blood infinite lives would be lost. Do not worry, the doctor's spirit has gone to the Eitoth to compensate for his tragic death. Whether he stays or returns is up to him now.
The following day SCP-2XXX began writing on a piece of paper in its chamber, using one of its tendrils as a pen, with ink coming out of it. Below is a transcription of what was written, translated from Ortothan.
Rakmou-leusan stands at the gates of the Second Hytoth.
His four arms wield his staffs of triumph, stained with the blood of invaders.
For five aeons he has guarded this world, and will do so for aeons more.
Him and his brethren fled the First Hytoth, and vowed to protect those that would follow.
When there were seven he defeated the One of Dark's attempts at claiming the new world.
When there six he quelled the rising of the broken creation and locked his city away.
When there were four he saved Kornoct, watcher of the Eitoth, from Wonlaik the trickster's treachery.
When there were three he ended the uprising of the First Gods.
When there were two he slayed Wonlaik, who regrows to this day.
When there were one he fended off the Voruteut's invasions.
Rakmou-leusan did not give into the lost of the First Hytoth's harmonious screams.
He did not bow to the god king of the star's voice.
He did not budge or accept defeat like his brethren.
Rakmou-leusan will fight on till death, till the end of time, till the nameless creator no longer watches.
Rakmou-leusan will protect us.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently uncontained. The movements and hevaior of SCP-XXXX are to be carefully monitored, with MTF-Chi-55 ("Poseidon's Trident") following it. Personnel and ships are to maintain a distance greater than 0.5 km from SCP-XXXX at all times. Non-Foundation personnel or ships nearby SCP-XXXX are to be diverted or destroyed. If the current beacon on SCP-XXXX is destroyed, work on attaching a new one is to be undergone. Any changes in behavior are to be reported immediately.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a large oceanic machine of unknown origin, resembling a jellyfish in appearance. The "bell" of SCP-XXXX is a damaged hemisphere with a radius of 1km, with various lights along it. Extending out from inside the hemisphere are 3 km long "tentacles." The entirety of SCP-XXXX appears to be made out of a combination of various metal types, though due to SCP-XXXX's current nature no analysis can be made. The central tentacles resemble segmented cylendrical buildings, and the outer ones are used as entrances or weapons. The weaponry are attached to the ends of the tentacles, and appear to be [REDACTED] cannons. A few tentacles have blades on them, presumably for close range combat. Four interior ones have tubes used to move objects and people into SCP-XXXX's interior. The center of SCP-XXXX has glowing structure, presumed to an engine used for propulsion.
Little is known about SCP-XXXX's interior. Footage from inside shows an elaborate series of bronze colored metal corridors, rooms, machinery, and a large cavernous space in the center of the hemisphere. This space has various pillars connected to the ceiling, along with six rectangular buildings. The center of this area has a pyramid shaped building, with a mass of gears and mechanics located within it. This mass is theorized to be a control center for SCP-XXXX, or an entrance to one.
On its discovery SCP-XXXX was docile, though during Incident XXXX-1 it became hostile. Any objects or entities entering a 0.5 kilometer range will be destroyed by SCP-XXXX's cannons. So far no projectiles fired have missed the intended target. Investigation into a possible minmum target size is underway. It is currently unknown if SCP-XXXX is sapient or sentient, though it is believed that it is currently being controlled to an unknown degree by a Church operative. After the incident SCP-XXXX has been moving a rate of [INSERT SPEED HERE] km/h south.
Discovery Log: SCP-XXXX was discovered by undercover agent Anthony ███████ during an infiltration on a Church of the Broken God facility at ████████, Malaysia, on 23/08/16. A map showing the Atlantic Ocean was discovered on a bulletin board. This map had a red circle surrounding an area off the coast of Morroco. A piece of paper was next to the map, "The path to Mekhantos has been unveiled." Photographs were relayed to Foundation analysts, and an investigation into the region was launched.
On 01/09/16 four armed Foundation submarines Lotan-Zayin 1-4 were dispatched to [REDACTED] for investigative purposes. On board were MTF-Chi-55 and MTF-Theta-5 ("The Bigger Boat"), along with four armed Bythos-Ayin submersibles on each submarine, and eight Nommos ROVs. At 7:04 AM the submarines were launched from Site-38 at ███████, Madeira, Portugal. Each submarine went in different directions to improve the chances of discovering the presumed anomaly. At 7:54 PM Lotan-Zayin 3 spotted SCP-XXXX at coordinates [REDACTED], at a depth of approximately 834 m. Lotan-Zayin 1, 2, and 4 began to converge on the anomaly, arriving at 8:41 PM.
At 9:03 PM four unidentified submarines begin to approach SCP-XXXX. A message is sent from one of these submarines, saying // "His awakening will only benefit mankind. You cannot be allowed to stay." // The submarines are identified as being of Church origin. The submarines engage in hostilities with Lotan-Zayain 1-4 at 9:05 PM, starting a battle. Around this time a Church submersible enter SCP-XXXX, with MTF-Chi-55 entering at 9:07 PM. Full details on this conflict can be seen in Incident Log SCP-XXXX-A1.
Addendum XXXX-1: Exploration Log
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All entrances to SCP-2XXX must be sealed with steel hatches, which are to be surrounded by a security outpost (Outpost 2XXX Alpha-Eta), which is surrounded with an electric fence. A minimum of ten (10) security guards and one (1) therapist are to be assigned to each outpost. Any non-Foundation personnel who enters SCP-2XXX without permission or finds an outpost is to be administered Class-A amnestics. No personnel may enter SCP-2XXX more than two times.
Description: SCP-2XXX is a cave that teleports to different entrances every 24 hours (precisely at 12:00 AM Eastern Daylight Time). This space-time anomaly will move between seven (7) entrances (SCP-2XXX-1 through 7), all located in the ██████ Forest Region in Canada. Teleportation will halt when daylight savings time goes to effect, until 12:00 AM is reached the next day. There is no set distance between entrances, with some 1 km apart and others 8 km apart. Each entrance is a circular tunnel 6 meters wide and 20 meters deep. When an entrance is active (the cave is at the entrance), the entrance will lead into the cave. When an entrance is dormant (the cave is not at the entrance) it will simply lead to bare rock. All entrances are on the ground except for SCP-2XXX-5, which is located on the side of a cliff. The stone and dirt that forms an entrance cannot be damaged. Those who are in-between an entrance and the cave during the teleport will be split in half. Anyone inside an entrance during the teleport will experience nausea or (rarely) and brief hallucination. This is also experienced to a lesser extent by those within a 1 km radius of an entrance during the teleportation.
SCP-2XXX is roughly rectangular in shape, with a length of approximately 43 meters, a width of 41.5 meters, and a height of 60 meters. The singular entrance is located on the ceiling of the cave. It is mostly composed of a rock identical to normal stone, but it is impossible to break. The only area composed of normal stone is the cave floor. Inscribed on the walls of the cave are symbols that resemble various patterns of straight lines and circles, some intersecting. The only signs of life having been in the cave are scattered and broken human bones, with some partially intact skeletons. Broken mining equipment is also present. Both the bones and the mining equipment have the symbols engraved in them.
SCP-2XXX was first discovered in 17██, by early settlers of the region. After SCP-2XXX-█ was found by explorers, the cave became a superstition in the town of [DATA EXPUNGED]. A few decades later the town began to use the anomaly as means of transportation to other regions, sending settlers through to colonize nearby locations easily. The most developed of the colonies using the cave was at SCP-2XXX-5. When the cave was found by Foundation in 19██, the towns had been abandoned. Nobody linked to any of the towns has been found. Next to the town at SCP-2XXX-█ is a mass grave.
A journal was found at the town by SCP-2XXX-█, which is the only document about the towns the Foundation is in possession of. The journal was written in by multiple people, a man named Arran Conall and his son Felix Connal. After his father's death Felix inherited the journal, and continued to write in it. Events from the start of the town to [REDACTED] are detailed, with entries becoming more cryptic and erratic near the end. The last entry, dated September ██, 18██, says "Today the enlightened shall meet god."
The teleportation of SCP-2XXX has been recorded to last three (3) seconds inside the cave, but on the outside it is instantaneous. People and technology inside the cave will experience unusual visual and auditory phenomena during the teleportation. People will experience hallucinations which can range from three (3) seconds to a minute length. The visual part of the hallucination varies, while the the auditory part is always a voice (see addendum for further details). Any video recording taken of the teleportation will show three seconds of static, and any audio recordings will be white noise of the same length. This with the exception of a video recording which shows the message "The jailers will pay" in the static. Occasionally objects and people will have symbols (similar to the ones found inscribed on the walls) engraved on them after the teleportation. When the cave moves to or from SCP-2XXX-5, orientation of the cave will change to match the entrance's position. This does not affect the direction of gravity in the cave.
Human subjects who have been in the cave multiple times will express the desire to continue entering. The longer a subject experiencing this is prevented from entering, they will become increasingly psychotic. In this psychotic state the subject will attempt to rush towards the current activated entrance (knowledge of the location is shown, even if the subject hasn't learned of it), and will attempt to enter by any means. The subject will display no regards for his/her personal safety, and at times will attempt to kill nearby people. Upon reentering the subject will return to a calm state. The more times the subject enters the cave the faster the transition from calm to psychotic will be. It is unknown how long this process takes. A psychotic state can still occur in the cave, with the only action of the subject being constant clawing at the ground. Amnestics can remove this compulsion.
Addendum:
Interviewed: Kenneth ████, Outpost 2XXX-Delta Security Guard
Interviewer: Dr. █████, outpost 2XXX-Delta Therapist
Foreword: Kenneth ████ came into Dr. █████'s office, stating that he had been experiencing unusual dreams for the past three days. Kenneth ████ had been stationed at the outpost for two weeks.
<Begin Log, 9:40 AM>
Dr. █████: How would you describe these dreams?
Kenneth ████: They all start in a dark place, where I can barely make out the details on anything. It sort of looks like a large green-ish room. There is heavy breathing all around me. When I'm there… I don't know how to really describe it. I feel like I'm nervous and calm at the same time. It makes no sense, but that's how it feels. I always wake up sweating and panting, always at 12:00 AM. It's hard to go back to sleep after them.
Dr. █████: Hmm… What happens in these dreams?
Kenneth: In them someone, or something floats in the middle of the room. I can't even make out what it is, but I know it is there. It just keeps muttering endlessly. Every time before I wake up, I start to slowly move towards it.
Dr. █████: Do you know what the "person" is saying?
Kenneth: I can't remember it very well, but I think it was saying something like, "Someone somewhere will find me." It just kept repeating it. I'm certain it also said the word "innocent" once.
Dr. █████: Thank you for informing us on this. Don't worry, most of the people here have experienced similar dreams. Feel free to come in whenever necessary.<End Log, 9:44 AM>
Closing Statement: After the interview Kenneth ████ returned to his post at 9:46 AM. He has reported similar dreams occurring on a monthly basis.
Foreword: Dr. Mathew ██████ was first Foundation researcher to be assigned to SCP-2XXX after its discovery, before it was known of the cave's mental side-affects. He performed a total of eight experiments, and had entered an unknown number of times. On █/██/████ at 9:24 AM, he was found missing from Outpost 2XXX-Eta. His corpse was found five days later, in the area surrounding Outpost 2XXX-Delta, having died from a combination of starvation, dehydration, and hypothermia. This note was found in his room at Outpost 2XXX-Eta.
"For 3,782 years our god has waited. 3,782 years of imprisonment. 5,798 years of memories flowing through me. The jailers and the Foundation refuse to let him go. When the barrier is broken and our lord returns, they will be punished. His rightful revenge shall come."
Addendum: Sonar technology has identified a second cave underneath the main one, called SCP-2XXX-A. SCP-2XXX-A is shaped like a heptagonal prism, with a width of 20 meters and a height of 30 meters. Located inside is [REDACTED]. No attempts should be made to dig to or enter SCP-2XXX-A.
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The cave entrance is to be closed off, with MTF-Nu-16 ("The Watchers of the Old") patrolling an area of 100 meters around it. The rest of cave system is also to be closed off. Any non-Foundation personnel who find the cave entrance or enter the cave system are to be warded away with the most applicable cover story (view Document 2XXX-1K9 for a full list). Non-Foundation personnel who see SCP-2XXX are to be administered Class-A amnestics. SCP-2XXX is to be monitored daily with cameras for new events in the painting or possible changes in its nature.
Description: SCP-2XXX is a cave painting located in a cave in █████, Austria. The painting covers an area 10 meters high and 16 meters long on one of the cave walls. When the painting was made is unknown, but the art resembles Paleolithic Era cave paintings drawn by early humans. The colors used are those typical of the time period. On the left side of the painting is a mountain, with a network of caves inside it. In one of the deeper areas of the cave is the number "2067," which is etched onto the cave wall. Starting at the base of the mountain is a forest, which covers the middle area of the painting. On the right side is a grassy field. The top quarter of the painting shows a sky, which has a sun and moon. Humans and animals from the Paleolithic Era are present in the painting. Based on current observations the painting doesn't take place in any specific location or time, and is a generalized version of things present during the era.
All organisms in SCP-2XXX are animate, and will interact with each other and the environment. Humans have been observed to hunt for food; eat, sleep, light fires, and interact with each other. Animals have been observed to eat food, and depending on the species hunt. Both have been observed to reproduce, while drinking has not been recorded. Animals will often cross the painting's horizon, but humans rarely do. SCP-2XXX has a day night cycle, with the sun and moon moving on and off the sides of the painting (right side to left side). During the night the sky changes from the color of the cave to a dark gray. The day-night cycle of the painting matches with the time in Central European Time. Weather and lunar cycles do not appear to occur.
Attempts to sample the paint of SCP-2XXX have proven unsuccessful, with no technique picking up any of the paint.
Addendum:
10/6/████ - 2:43 PM: One of the human males breaks his spear, and begins to build a new one. First recorded instance of humans crafting tools.
10/8/████ - 5:21 PM: A group of four humans successfully kill a Smilodon. Said Smilodon had been seen roaming near the mountain on multiple occasions. The hide is made into clothing and the corpse is brought to the cave to be eaten. The humans appear to rejoice. One of the hunters dies from injuries he suffered.
10/8/████ - 6:35 PM: What resembles to be a funeral is held for the dead hunter. He is buried at the base of the mountain.
10/10/████ - 9:21 AM: One of the adult humans teaches a child on how to make tools, and shows him various animals. First recorded instance of teaching.
10/13/████ - 11:13 AM: The animals in the forest all pause and stare at the sky. After four minutes they stop.
10/16/████ - 10:01 PM: The humans begin dancing around the fire in the cave. First recorded instance of ceremonies being performed.
10/18/████ - 7:03 AM: A gold colored Glyptodon enters the forest from the right side of the painting, having passed through the field. Animals avoid the creature. This is the first observation of colors not used in Paleolithic art.
10/18/████ - 9:43 AM: The gold Glyptodon breaks apart and appears to die. Animals and humans continue to avoid the remains.
10/21/████ - 8:31 PM: One of the children in the cave attempts explore the caves, but one of the adults stops him. The adult scolds the child, and both go back to the camp fire.
10/23/████ - 10:52 AM: A group of humans enter the field from the right of the painting. They set up makeshift tents and begin to hunt animals. This is the first time humans outside of the main group have been seen.
10/23/████ - 12:23 PM: The humans from the cave encounter the humans from the field. They regard each other warily, but eventually begin to interact and socialize.
10/23/████ - 6:47 PM: After socialization, both groups return to their homes.
10/24/████ - 6:08 AM: A cobalt fire with a white circle in the center of it appears in the fields. After three minutes it vanishes.
10/27/████ - 8:09 AM: The humans from the field begin a small berry farm. The humans from the cave appear to be intrigued by this. This is the first observation of farming in SCP-2XXX.
10/28/████ - 1:21 PM: The cave humans begin their own berry farm near the mountain, with the field humans apparently aiding them. No water appears to be used in either farm.
10/28/████ - 2:25 PM: A deer (exact species unknown) attempts to eat the berries of the cave humans, and is warded away. A fence is constructed around the farm. This the first time the cave humans have been seen to build structures.
10/29/████ - 3:14 AM: Eight purple ovals appear around the moon. After one minute they vanish.
11/1/████ - 8:28 AM: The field humans begin building a primitive wooden hut. After several hours it is completed.
11/2/████ - 9:41 AM: The cave humans begin chopping down trees to expand their farm. The remains of the gold Glyptodon have become a rust color, and have broken apart into smaller pieces. Humans and animals appear to be less cautious around the remains.
11/3/████ - 2:57 AM: A black circle appears underneath one of the sleeping field humans, and a black humanoid figure steps out of it. The figure grabs the human and pulls him into the circle. Following this the circle fades away.
11/3/████ - 7:05 AM: The field humans begin searching for their missing member. After five hours they give up. One of the females appears upset.
11/4/████ - 11:50 AM: One of the cave humans kicks some dirt and uncovers a silver sliver in the ground. He attempts to pick it up and fails, and begins digging with his hands. At this time a short-faced bear begins to attack the field humans.
11/4/████ - 11:53 AM: The man digging is interrupted by one of the field humans, who leads him to their settlement. The man who was digging assists in fighting off the bear. After five minutes the bear runs away.
11/4/████ - 11:56 AM: The man from the cave returns to the spot where he was digging. Three other hunters from the cave assist him in digging.
11/4/████ - 5:08 PM: The cave humans succeed in digging up most of the object. The object resembles a nuclear warhead.
11/4/████ - 5:31 PM: The cave and field humans meet around the object and talk. The field humans appear frightened by it, and an altercation starts. After an hour both return to their homes.
11/5/████ - 6:41 AM: The field humans leave their home, and head over the horizon. The cave humans do not investigate.
11/6/████ - 4:12 AM: A cobalt flame burns the grassy field, and the cave humans wake up and watch from their cave. After two hours the grassy field and the structures there are gone and replaced with ash. Occasionally blue dots appear there.
11/7/████ - 5:06 PM: One of the adults goes into one of the deeper areas of the cave and opens a locked box. which was previously hidden behind a large rock. He pulls out a worn down book with the letters "SCP" on it. He gathers the children around and begins to show them the contents of it, which show drawings and labels for anomalies contained by the Foundation. He flips to a page about █K scenario, and points outside of the cave. The children seem shocked.
11/8/████ - 12:09 PM: A damaged white truck bearing the Foundation logo on it arrives at the edge of the forest. Three humans come of it, one of which shoots a red flare into the air. The humans at he cave rush down and run over to the truck. At the truck some of them hug each other, and they celebrate. Black objects resembling guns and armor are taken out of the back of the truck, and the humans start to talk. They then rush back to the cave and put the armor on.
11/8/████ - 5:06 PM: Animals leave the forest over the horizon.
11/8/████ - 9:14 PM: Navy blue humanoid figures emerge from a cobalt flame in the center of the forest.
11/8/████ - 9:24 PM: [REDACTED]. The remaining humans retreat deeper into the caves. During this they encounter another another navy blue humanoid.
11/8/████ - 9:27 PM: [REDACTED] rush to the truck.
11/8/████ - 9:34 PM: One of the remaining humans gets badly injured next to [REDACTED].
11/8/████ - 9:36 PM: [REDACTED]
1/21/████ - 12:00 AM: A lime green angelic being with a red outline appears over the crater. For three seconds of all the colors on the painting turn lime green, then return to normal. The angelic being flies into the sky.
3/30/████ - 7:38 AM: Plant life begins to regrow in the crater and burnt field.
7/1/████ - 1:00 PM: Animals begin to repopulate the forest.
9/29/████ - 3:05 PM: A group of six humans arrive at the forest in a red van.
Addendum-2: Based on the implications of near-future events observed in SCP-2XXX, monitoring it is to be made a high priority. Security will temporarily be increased at sites [REDACTED].
Coming to a Foundation near you
Item #: SCP-XXXX-J
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-J is to be contained in a standard metal containment chamber. The interior is to have a microphone in each corner to pick up sounds, which are connected to audio devices outside the unit. This allows people outside the chamber to listen to any noises inside. Personnel must request permission to speak with SCP-XXXX-J from any Level 4 or higher researcher, and are required to partake in a test that measures their stress levels.
Description: SCP-XXXX-J is a sentient log that was found in a forest nearby ██████, England. SCP-XXXX-J is capable of speech, and only speaks when spoken to. SCP-XXXX-J will only criticize the person who is communicating with them for "talking to a log." SCP-XXXX-J will suggest that the person is mentally ill for doing so, and will insult them in similar ways. This has been known to cause irritation and anger in anyone who attempts communication with SCP-XXXX-J.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-J
Interviewer: Dr. █████ Anton
Dr. Anton: Hello, SCP-XXXX-J.
SCP-XXXX-J: Why are you talking to a log?
Dr. Anton: [silence] Come again?
SCP-XXXX-J: Why are you verbally communicating with a log?
Dr. Anton: It's for an interview, you see.
SCP-XXXX-J: What's the point in interviewing an inanimate object? They can't talk to people.
Dr. Anton: Well you're clearly talking.
SCP-XXXX-J: If you think that a log is talking to you then there is something wrong with you.
Dr. Anton: We have audio devices on right now. You are talking to me.
SCP-XXXX-J: You are delusional.
Dr. Anton: Hey Jeff, are you picking up SCP-XXXX-J on the audio feeds?
Jeff: Yessir.
Dr. Anton: See? You are talking.
SCP-XXXX-J: Both of you are delusional. Also, why are you calling a log SCP-XXXX-J?
Dr. Anton: I work for an organization that contains various anomalous objects and entities, such as you.
SCP-XXXX-J: You contain logs? Sounds like a waste of taxpayer's money.
Dr. Anton: No. We contain things such as invincible reptiles, humanity destroying monsters, alternate dimensions…
SCP-XXXX-J: Your intelligence?
Jeff: [heard faintly snickering]
Dr. Anton: My job is very important. If wasn't for us, reality could easily be erased in any number of ways.
SCP-XXXX-J: If this organization hired someone who talks to logs, that "invincible" lizard is probably just a gecko.
Dr. Anton: [silence] Look, you are a sentient log. You should be happy that we are containing horrors that could destroy you.
SCP-XXXX-J: Logs can't feel emotions.
Dr. Anton: Maybe you can't, but you are quite clearly sentient if you can talk to me.
SCP-XXXX-J: That isn't the case.
Dr. Anton: Yes it is.
SCP-XXXX-J: No it isn't.
Dr. Anton: Yes it is!
SCP-XXXX-J: Maybe you inhaled a gas that is making you imagine inanimate objects can speak.
Dr. Anton: Trust me, no gasses could enter this location.
SCP-XXXX-J: Could also be a memetic contamination.
Dr. Anton: Wait, how do you know what memetics are?
SCP-XXXX-J: A log wouldn't know that.
Dr. Anton: Oh, why does this have to be so hard?
SCP-XXXX-J: There's an easy way to do this.
Dr. Anton: Then what is it?
SCP-XXXX-J: Accept the fact that you either have schizophrenia or are the victim of a sinister plot.
Dr. Anton: How are you TALKING TO ME? Can't you just tell me?
SCP-XXXX-J: The log isn't talking to you.
[Dr. Anton kicks SCP-XXXX-J while muttering profanities. Jeff's laughter can be heard.]
SCP-XXXX-J: You should go see a psychiatrist, they could help you cope with your problems. You can also vent your life problems to them.
Dr. Anton: I'm just trying to do my job! WHY CAN'T YOU COOPERATE WITH ME?
SCP-XXXX-J: Logs can't cooperate with people.
Dr. Anton: I didn't sign up for this lousy, dangerous job to do this! I was told that I could help the world by working here! That I could protect my loved ones!
SCP-XXXX-J: This is sad to watch.
Dr. Anton: But no. Instead I have to interview a FUCKING LOG THAT CAN'T ACCEPT THE FACT IT EXISTS!
[Jeff continues laughing. Dr. Anton leans against a wall and begins to slowly breathe. This lasts for 4 minutes.]
Jeff: Uh, is the interview over sir?
Dr. Anton: No it isn't.
[Dr. Anton leaves the containment unit and re-enters with a gasoline canister. He pours gasoline on SCP-XXXX-J and takes a match box out of his pocket.]
Dr. Anton: If you can't talk, then you are, quite obviously, a normal log. Bye.
[Dr. Anton lights the match and drops it on SCP-XXXX-J. The gasoline catches fire, and he waits for 5 minutes.]
Dr. Anton: Why isn't it burning. Why aren't you burning?!
SCP-XXXX-J: You must've been abused by a log as a child. You really hate them.
Dr. Anton: I'm not done with you yet, you log shit.
Addendum: After multiple requests from Dr. █████ Anton, he has been granted permission to experiment on the durability of SCP-XXXX-J.
__Test XXXX-J-1 - Date 4/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton attempted to cut SCP-XXXX-J in half with an axe.
Results: The axe broke with no damage done to SCP-XXXX-J's surface.
Analysis: What sort of log is this durable?
__Test XXXX-J-2 - Date 4/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton used a chainsaw on SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: Chainsaw broke with minor damage done to SCP-XXXX-J.
Analysis: What the hell!
__Test XXXX-J-3 - Date 4/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Flamethrower is used on SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: No damage is done to SCP-XXXX-J.
Analysis: Just burn you existential piece of wood!
__Test XXXX-J-4 - Date 4/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was put into an incinerator, which was activated for a minute.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J was slightly burned.
Analysis: YOU SON OF A BITCH WHY WON'T YOU BURN?!
__Test XXXX-J-5 - Date 4/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was put under a hydraulic press.
Results: The hydraulic press broke after causing a minor dent on SCP-XXXX-J's surface.
Analysis: That didn't deal with the damn thing. Really?
__Test XXXX-J-6 - Date 5/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton poured gasoline on a chainsaw then lit it on fire. Said chainsaw was then used on SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J attained minor damage. The chainsaw broke and Dr. Anton suffered minor cuts and burns injuries.
Analysis: I'm debating on whether that was worth the pain or not.
__Test XXXX-J-8 - Date 5/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Various military weapons were fired at SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: Minor damage to SCP-XXXX-J. Most bullets broke upon hitting SCP-XXXX-J.
Analysis: Machine guns can't even dent this thing. I wish I was making this shit up. Why couldn't they just assign a Junior Researcher to this? Why assign a Level 4 one to a log?
__Test XXXX-J-11 - Date 6/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was covered in gravy and thrown at SCP-682 by D-42423.
Results: D-42423 was eaten by SCP-682.
Analysis: For fucks sake! How is a gravy log less appetizing than that scrawny murderer?!
__Test XXXX-J-12 - Date 7/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: C-4 was strapped to SCP-XXXX-J and detonated.
Results: A few wooden fragments came off SCP-XXXX-J.
Analysis: IT'S A LOG! A GODDAMN LOG! AND IT IS STRONGER THAN [REDACTED]!
__Test XXXX-J-31 - Date 8/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was launched into space with a sub-orbital trajectory.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J was retrieved in the Atlantic Ocean at [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-XXXX-J was burned, but it sustained no other damage.
Analysis: God, if you exist, I want to punch you in your divine dick for making me go through this. If you don't have one, your face will do.
__Test XXXX-J-15 - Date 9/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was launched out of a Howitzer cannon and was targeted by 5 homing missiles.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J was slightly dented in multiple locations. Several wooden fragments came off.
Analysis: Why couldn't that have worked? Why?
__Test XXXX-J-19 - Date 9/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was put in a Tesla driven by Dr. Gerald.
Results: [REDACTED] SCP-XXXX-J sustained no damage.
Analysis: How is that POSSIBLE?
__Test XXXX-J-22 - Date 12/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton asked SCP-XXXX-J to commit suicide.
Results: Dr. Anton was told by SCP-XXXX-J that "logs have no means to kill themselves."
Analysis: I'm tired of this. Time to bring out the big gun.
__Test XXXX-J-23 - Date 12/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was nuked.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J gained a large dent in the middle of it, with burns covering the surface.
Analysis: If this next one doesn't work I'm going to throw myself at [REDACTED].
__Test XXXX-J-24 - Date 12/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was nuked ██ times in a minute.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J was blown apart into 14 sections, with each part having sustained major burn damage.
Analysis: HOLY FUCK! YES! YES! IT'S BROKEN! IT'S FUCKING DEAD! YES! NEUTRALIZED YOU STUPID LOG!
Addendum-2: After an interview with SCP-XXXX-J revealed that it has not been neutralized, Dr. █████ Anton has been assigned daily Anger Management sessions. He will be reassigned to normal work if progress is made with these sessions.
Item #: SCP-XXXX-J
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-J is to be contained in a standard metal containment chamber. The interior is to have a microphone in each corner to pick up sounds, which are connected to audio devices outside the unit. This allows people outside the chamber to listen to any noises inside. Personnel must request permission to speak with SCP-XXXX-J from any Level 4 or higher researcher, and are required to partake in a test that measures their stress levels.
Description: SCP-XXXX-J is a sentient log that was found in a forest nearby ██████, England. SCP-XXXX-J is capable of speech, and only speaks when spoken to. SCP-XXXX-J will only criticize the person who is communicating with them for "talking to a log." SCP-XXXX-J will suggest that the person is mentally ill for doing so, and will insult them in similar ways. This has been known to cause irritation and anger in anyone who attempts communication with SCP-XXXX-J.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-J
Interviewer: Dr. █████ Anton
Dr. Anton: Hello, SCP-XXXX-J.
SCP-XXXX-J: Why are you talking to a log?
Dr. Anton: [silence] Come again?
SCP-XXXX-J: Why are you verbally communicating with a log?
Dr. Anton: It's for an interview, you see.
SCP-XXXX-J: What's the point in interviewing an inanimate object? They can't talk to people.
Dr. Anton: Well you're clearly talking.
SCP-XXXX-J: If you think that a log is talking to you then there is something wrong with you.
Dr. Anton: We have audio devices on right now. You are talking to me.
SCP-XXXX-J: You could be experiencing auditory hallucinations.
Dr. Anton: Hey Jeff, are you picking up SCP-XXXX-J on the audio feeds?
Jeff: Yessir.
Dr. Anton: See? You are talking.
SCP-XXXX-J: Could be your audio equipment malfunctioning. Also, why are you calling a log SCP-XXXX-J?
Dr. Anton: I work for an organization that contains various anomalous objects and entities, such as you.
SCP-XXXX-J: You contain logs? Sounds like a waste of taxpayer's money.
Dr. Anton: No. We contain things such as invincible reptiles, humanity destroying monsters, alternate dimensions…
SCP-XXXX-J: Your intelligence?
Jeff: [heard faintly snickering]
Dr. Anton: My job is very important. If wasn't for us, reality could easily be erased in any number of ways.
SCP-XXXX-J: If this organization hired someone who talks to logs, that "invincible" lizard is probably just a gecko.
Dr. Anton: [silence] Look, you are a sentient log. You should be happy that we are containing horrors that could destroy you.
SCP-XXXX-J: Logs can't feel emotions.
Dr. Anton: Maybe you can't, but you are quite clearly sentient if you can talk to me.
SCP-XXXX-J: That isn't the case.
Dr. Anton: Yes it is.
SCP-XXXX-J: No it isn't.
Dr. Anton: Yes it is!
SCP-XXXX-J: It doesn't have to be.
Dr. Anton: It clearly is!
SCP-XXXX-J: Not really.
Dr. Anton: Why does this have to be so damn hard?
SCP-XXXX-J: There's an easy way to do this.
Dr. Anton: Then what is it?
SCP-XXXX-J: Accept the fact that you are experiencing various mental disorders, possibly schizophrenia considering that you think a log is talking to you.
Dr. Anton: Then how are you TALKING TO ME?
SCP-XXXX-J: The log isn't talking to you.
[Dr. Anton kicks SCP-XXXX-J while muttering profanities. Jeff's laughter can be heard.]
SCP-XXXX-J: You should go see a psychiatrist, they could help you cope with your problems. You can also vent your life problems to them.
Dr. Anton: I'm just trying to do my job! WHY CAN'T YOU COOPERATE WITH ME?
SCP-XXXX-J: Logs can't cooperate with people.
Dr. Anton: I didn't sign up for this lousy, dangerous job to do this! I was told that I could help the world by working here! That I could protect my loved ones!
SCP-XXXX-J: This is sad to watch.
Dr. Anton: But no. Instead I have to interview a FUCKING LOG THAT CAN'T ACCEPT THE FACT IT EXISTS!
[Jeff continues laughing. Dr. Anton leans against a wall and begins to slowly breathe. This lasts for 4 minutes.]
Jeff: Uh, is the interview over sir?
Dr. Anton: No it isn't.
[Dr. Anton leaves the containment unit and re-enters with a gasoline canister. He pours gasoline on SCP-XXXX-J and takes a match box out of his pocket.]
Dr. Anton: If you can't talk, then you are, quite obviously, a normal log. Bye.
[Dr. Anton lights the match and drops it on SCP-XXXX-J. The gasoline catches fire, and he waits for 5 minutes.]
Dr. Anton: Why isn't it burning. Why aren't you burning?!
SCP-XXXX-J: You must've been abused by a log as a child. You really hate them.
Dr. Anton: I'm not done with you yet, you log shit.
Addendum: After multiple requests from Dr. █████ Anton, he has been granted permission to experiment on the durability of SCP-XXXX-J.
__Test XXXX-J-1 - Date R/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton attempted to cut SCP-XXXX-J in half with an axe.
Results: The axe head broke off when contact was made with SCP-XXXX-J.
Analysis: Couldn't the Foundation actually get something good and not give me this cheap piece of crap? -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-2 - Date R/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton used a chainsaw on SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: The chainsaw's internal combustion engine broke when activated, and filled the chamber with smoke. Dr. Anton threw the chainsaw at SCP-XXXX-J and left the room.
Analysis:
__Test XXXX-J-3 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Flamethrower is used on SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: No damage is done to SCP-XXXX-J.
Analysis: Just burn you existential piece of wood! -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-4 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J would be
Analysis: Be lucky that this is the best thing I can burn you with. -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-5 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was put under a hydraulic press.
Results: The hydraulic press broke after causing a minor dent on SCP-XXXX-J's surface.
Analysis: That didn't take care of the damn thing. Really? -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-6 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton poured gasoline on a chainsaw then lit it on fire. Said chainsaw was then used on SCP-XXXX-J.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J attained minor damage. The chainsaw broke and Dr. Anton suffered minor cuts and burns injuries.
Analysis: I'm debating on whether that was worth the pain or not. -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-8 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. █████ Anton would fire an ACR (Adaptive Combat Rifle) at SCP-XXXX-J until the weapon's clip was empty.
Results: The ACR jammed. Dr. Anton bludgeoned SCP-XXXX-J with the ACR using the barrel as a handle. During this a bullet was fired out of the ACR and grazed Dr. Anton's left leg.
Analysis: Does anyone check these weapons before use? Anyone? -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-11 - Date █/█/████
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__Test XXXX-J-12 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
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__Test XXXX-J-13 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
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Analysis: God, if you exist, I want to punch you in your divine dick for making me go through this. If you don't have one, your face will do. -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-14 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was covered in gravy and thrown at SCP-682 by D-42423.
Results: D-42423 was eaten by SCP-682.
Analysis: How is a gravy log less appetizing than that scrawny murderer?! -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-15 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was to be launched out of a Howitzer cannon. A GPS tracking device was attached to SCP-XXXX-J, which would be targeted by five homing missiles.
Results: The howitzer canon failed to fire. Dr. █████ Anton sustained major injuries from shrapnel.
Analysis: That was not worth it. -Dr. Anton
_Test XXXX-J-17 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was to have tanks dropped on it by a Boeing C-17 Globemaster III. The plane was piloted and controlled remotely.
Results: A system error with the system lead to the plane dropping the tanks before arriving at the log's location. The plane crashed soon after.
Analysis: Jeff actually thinks this is a waste of Foundation resources. Really. Can someone slap some sense in him? -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-19 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: SCP-XXXX-J was put in a Tesla driven by Dr. Gerald.
Results: SCP-XXXX-J fell out of the car when the back seats fell out. [REDACTED] Dr. Anton suffered minor injuries from debris launched by the third shockwave.
Analysis: [DATA EXPUNGED] LOG -Dr. Anton
__Test XXXX-J-22 - Date █/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
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__Test XXXX-J-29 - Date ██/█/████
Subject: SCP-XXXX-J
Procedure: Dr. Anton asked SCP-XXXX-J to commit suicide.
Results: Dr. Anton was told by SCP-XXXX-J that "logs have no means to kill themselves."
Analysis: [Various scribbles were present here]
Addendum-2: After Test XXXX-J-30, Dr. █████ Anton has been reassigned from SCP-XXXX-J to daily anger management sessions. He will be reassigned to normal work if progress is made with these sessions.
Here is a man who learned the unknowable. He saw what could not be seen, he witnessed realms that went beyond comprehension, he saw what was lost to time. He saw broken kingdoms and beasts that should never roam the universe. This wasn't the product of a creative imagination, fueled by the experiences of his life. This wasn't a product of madness and hallucination. He saw the universe as it truly is. This truth had escaped mankind for centuries, but now it could finally be revealed. He would be the one to usher in a new era in human history.
But he didn't. He wrote about what he had seen as fiction, claiming the truth to be his invention. He could've warned as about the truth that would inevitably be learned about the hard way. Instead, to tried to gain wealth with this knowledge.
This is why he is here. This is his punishment. If you are unable to learn from his mistake, you too deserve this.
The elevator doors open to reveal a large gray cylindrical room. In the center of it is a metal ring that is connected to the floor and ceiling with rods. A machine is in the center of the ring, with wires and tubes connecting to the inside of the ring. Along the sides of the ring are 20 naked human bodies, all of which are headless and have tubes extended from their necks to the ceiling. Some of the bodies are in a state of decay, while others appear healthy. One of the bodies has been torn in half (from the right shoulder to where the left leg should be), while another one appears to have been exploded from the inside. Decayed organs, dried blood stains, and broken glass are visible on the floor. Every second one of the bodies spasms (including the decayed and heavily damaged ones). The letter "M" can be seen on the chest of each body. Various organs been assembled into the words (in Russian) "END IT" on the ground. As SCP-2XXX-1U approaches the center of the room H765's signal is lost.
The nameless creator watches from all sides over his invention.
The One of Light and the One of Dark clash in their endless struggle.
Rakmou-leusan stands at the gates of the Second Hytoth and fights on against those of the Voru.
Kornoct watches over the five levels of the Eitoth, and his legions guard it.
Mekhane the builder and Yaldabaoth the crafter remain locked in conflict.
Oan and his children fly on their many wings at the edge of the world, searching for the song that will set them free.
The Voruteut push against the barrier and leak through into our realm.
The first gods lurk in the Voru, and long for their forgotten power to return.
Adidal the god king grows his vast hordes and commands with an iron tendril.
Saint Alagadda rules over his failed creation.
Wonlaik the trickster scatters his devices and deceives.
The lost of the First Hytoth endlessly scream in realms of nonexistence.
The nameless beast remains trapped in its prison.
This is how existence is, and how it will be for eons to come.
Location Description: A cylinder of water with a radius of 3m and a height of 7m, which is suspended 4m above the ground.
Date of Containment: 23/09/197█
Location:
Security Protocol:
I HAVE BEEN LOCKED AWAY
THE KEY WAS DESTROYED
THE HORRORS DID NOT WANT US TO RETURN
I HAVE PUSHED AND LEFT THE EMPTY REALMMY BEING IS BROKEN
HALF OF IT IS LEFT BEHIND IN THE ACCURSED PLACE
THE HOME I HAVE RETURNED TO IS CHAOS
OUR ABSENCE ENDED REALITY
AND ITS KILLER STARES AT ME
BUT IT CAN BE FIXED
[A minute of static]
FOUNDATION IS ITS HORRID NAME
AND WHEN IT IS SLAIN
WHEN THE EMBODIMENT OF DISORDER IS STRUCK DOWN
THE WORLD CAN BE FIXED
[A minute of static]
I SCREAM
FOUNDATION LISTENS
Old version of interview for second Church scip
Interviewer: Agent Allan Bridger, MTF-Nu-3 member
Interviewee: Michel Helmuth, yacht crew member
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Bridger: Mr. Helmuth, can I ask you some questions about-
Helmuth: If you guys are just going to shoot us can you at least get it over with?
Agent Bridger: Look, we aren't here to shoot anyone.
Helmuth: Then why break into our ship with guns and-
Agent Bridger: We're just here to make sure you have nothing dangerous on board. We got reports of a boat carrying drugs, and we've been doing checks of the lake.
Helmuth: …You're part of the Foundation, aren't you. Sean26 told me about you people. Going around and locking up artifacts and the like.
Agent Bridger: Well, yes.
Helmuth: …Fine then, ask away.
Agent Bridger: Alright. First-
Helmuth: Doesn't seem like I'll get a choice- Oh, sorry.
Bridger: …First, what is the eel-thing that you have on this ship?
Helmuth: That thing is a Nohl-Av, spawn of the dead god Nohlos and
Bridger: Which god is that?
Helmuth: Nohlos was its name, one of the menagerie of weirdness that is First Hytoth. It was one of the stronger gods, and enjoyed bending reality to its whim as it ate it.
Bridger: Do the Nohl-Av do similar things?
Helmuth: On a much smaller scale, yes. You won't get any madness reality sinkholes from this creature.
Bridger: What caused Nohlos to die?
Helmuth: That's a long story, but I'll try to simplify it. Basically Nohlos was one of the big gods back in the First Hytoth, and was feared by pretty much everyone. The other big gods didn't care much, as they were busy with their followers or fighting others. Then one of the lesser deities, Uravol, decided that he wanted power. Uravol's main power involved mind control, so one day he hijacked the mind of the god Erjo, a more powerful mind controlling god, and went attempted to use him as means of replacing Nohlos's mind with his.
Bridger: How did Uravol take over Erjo if Erjo is more powerful?
Helmuth: He took over the entirety of Erjo's trillion followers, who were much weaker and stronger in unison, but that's besides the point. Uravol sent Erjo directly to Nohlos and put all of his willpower into killing Nohlos's mind. However, intense mind stuff like that can get out of hand quickly. This resulted in Uravol's body getting shredded, meaning that he only existed in the followers and Erjo. Are you understanding this so far?
Bridger: Uh-huh.
Helmuth: Good. Now, Nohlos was able to resist Erjo and pulled him towards itself, into the reality that was being eaten by Nohlos. In this area of reality Nohlos was practically the ultimate god, and it was an insane one. Right as Nohlos gets its mind broken Uravol, who has it this point accidentally replaced the minds of Erjo and the followers, goes insane from Nohlos's last thoughts. So two gods are dead, along with a trillion people. Uravol remains insane, jumping between minds across the universe until the First Hytoth is destroyed. After death Nohlos's body broke apart into Nohl-Av, and this one has existed ever since.
Bridger: Huh. Well that's one way to die.
Helmuth: The First Hytoth was like that. It was kind of like the Nameless Creator's prototype for our universe, the Second Hytoth, which is much more stable.
Bridger: So wait, if the First Hytoth was destroyed, how does the Nohl-Av still exist?
Helmuth: If I knew I would tell you. All I know is that it somehow has survived the destruction and creation of universes, and the chaos in between. Probably luck.
Bridger: So you plan on keeping this?
Helmuth: Was, until you people came in all menacing and serious. I wouldn't let something this ancient die after being through so much.
Bridger: I can understand why. Now, how did you find this in the first place?
Helmuth: What happened was that the Church wanted my friends and I to test out this one ritual they found in one of their older archives, to see if it may be useful in any way. The description of it said it let you sense the fabric of reality for a day, but you never know what will happen. Luckily it did what it said, and I'm currently having the strangest experience of my life.
Bridger: I'm assuming this let you sense the location of the…
Helmuth: The Nohl-Av? Pretty much. We sensed something bending reality, we remembered the story, we came over here and got it.
Bridger: How much did you prepare to capture the Nohl-Av?
Helmuth: Very little. We've used this yacht before to retrieve stuff from the lake, so we still had some leftover supplies on board from our previous expeditions.
Bridger: Hmm. Oh, about the ritual, how much do you remember of its details?
Helmuth: Nada.
Bridger: Alright. Thanks for talking with us, Helmuth.
Helmuth: [sigh] Just make sure not to hurt the Nohl-Av.
[END LOG]
Other version of interview
Interviewer: Agent Allan Bridger, MTF-Nu-3 member
Interviewee: Michel Helmuth, yacht crew member
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Bridger: Mr. Helmuth, can I ask you some questions about-
Helmuth: If you guys are just going to shoot us can you at least get it over with?
Agent Bridger: Look, we aren't here to shoot anyone.
Helmuth: Then why break into our ship with guns and-
Agent Bridger: We're just here to make sure you have nothing dangerous on board. We got reports of a boat carrying drugs, and we've been doing checks of the lake.
Helmuth: …You're part of the Foundation, aren't you. Sean27 told me about you people. Going around and locking up artifacts and the like.
Agent Bridger: Well, yes.
Helmuth: …Fine then, ask away.
Agent Bridger: Alright. First-
Helmuth: Doesn't seem like I'll get a choice- Oh, sorry.
Bridger: …First, what is the eel-thing that you have on this ship?
Helmuth: That thing is the Nohl-Av, an ancient relic of the First Hytoth, and a little fragment of a god
Bridger: Who was this god?
Helmuth: Nohlos was its name, one of the Yepoc-primordial gods and probably the oldest of them. Some believe it wasn't made by the Nameless Creator or existed before it, though I'm not too sure about that.
Bridger: What did Nohlos do?
Helmuth: It ate reality. It swam through the universe and ate away at its fabric, causing sinkholes of madness in its wake. Once you fell in, you couldn't get back out.
Bridger: How similar are these Nohl-Av to it?
Helmuth: Considering nobody here has gone completely mental, not that much. They still have an affect on things, but it is severely lessened. It's more like they are chewing on it, rather than straight up eating it.
Bridger: Thank goodness. Now, where do the Noh-Av come into this?
Helmuth: Well, do you want the long story or the short story?
Bridger: Is there a medium length one?
Helmuth: Hmm. I'll try to shorten things.
Bridger: Alright, go ahead.
Helmuth: So this is back during the Fourth Aeon of the First Hytoth, two aeons before it got destroyed. Since the primordial days of the universe all of the fighting and destruction has simmered down. The existing high gods don't bother each other much, and most of the fighting is between the lesser deities. Then this deity called Uravol came along, and decided that he wanted power. He set his sights on taking down Nohlos, and taking the spot as one of the strongest gods.
Bridger: I'm assuming Uravol was fairly weak.
Helmuth: In every way but mental. See, he was psychic. And psychics can pull off a lot of insane stuff, literally and metaphorically. The only way he could take down Nohlos and gain power would be by replacing its mind with his. However, he still didn't have enough mental power for that, and needed to work his way up. He went for Erjo, a much stronger psychic god, but to take over her, he had to take over her Trillion Followers, who were all slightly psychic.
Bridger: So he took over the Followers first to amplify his psychic powers?
Helmuth: Exactly, leading to him eventually reaching Erjo and merging her mind into his, with him in full control. However, Uravol's body is destroyed by some other deity, so he is now only in the Followers and Erjo's body. Now he heads straight for Nohlos, following its chaos trails until he reaches it. Uravol then barraged Nohlos's mind, with the collective power of Erjo and the Followers.
Bridger: It doesn't end well, does it?
Helmuth: To say the least. Nohlos does die, but Uravol experiences problems in trying to understand how its mind worked. He basically cracks and goes mental, causing him to lose control over Erjo and the Followers, who are all dead by now. He wasn't able to get into Nohlos's body, which shreds itself apart into the Nohl-Av. Uravol was left as an insane mind, hopping between being to being forever.
Bridger: Huh. Do you know if Uravol still exists, or…?
Helmuth: He was probably eaten with whatever host he was in when the First Hytoth got consumed. However, I have my doubts knowing that this Nohl-Av still exists.
Bridger: Hmm… Well that's one crazy story.
Helmuth: It isn't the craziest one, to say the least.
Bridger: Wait, do you know how this thing survived the First Hytoth's destruction?
Helmuth: All I know is that it somehow has survived the destruction and creation of universes, and the chaos in between. Probably luck.
Bridger: So you plan on keeping this?
Helmuth: Was, until you people came in all menacing and serious. I wouldn't let something this ancient die after being through so much.
Bridger: I can understand why. Now, how did you find this in the first place?
Helmuth: So my friends and I often test some of the rituals the Church has in the archives, just to see if any would be useful and to see if they are safe to use.
Bridger: Isn't that fairly dangerous, considering you don't know the affects?
Helmuth: …Well, we'll be going to the Eitoth anyways on death, so it doesn't matter much. Anyways, today's one said that it would let you sense the fabric of reality for a day, and we tried it out. This means I'm currently having the strangest experience of my life.
Bridger: I'm assuming this let you sense the location of the…
Helmuth: The Nohl-Av? Pretty much. We sensed something bending reality, we remembered the story, we came over here and got it.
Bridger: How much did you prepare to capture the Nohl-Av, considering… [Bridger taps on the aquarium]
Helmuth: Very little. We've used this yacht before to retrieve stuff from the lake, so we still had some leftover supplies on board from our previous expedition. I was actually expecting capturing it to be harder than it ended up being. It practically swam into the cage we let down.
Bridger: Hmm. Oh, about the ritual, how much do you remember of its details?
Helmuth: Nada.
Bridger: Alright. Thanks for talking with us, Helmuth.
Helmuth: [sigh] Oh Holy Fourth, don't let the Foundation harm this creature. Rakmou-leusan, listen to my prayers.
[END LOG]
SCP-2XXX instances reproduce asexually. This process involves one of the bioluminescent sacs on an instance elongating to a length of 0.5 meters, with the bioluminescence being lost after an hour. After two hours the front of the sac will harden and turn into a head, and smaller versions of the frills will form. Rows of plates28 will also form along the sides around this time, likely used as a means of protection. After three hours the newly formed larvae will separate from the parent. After a larvae is made the sac it was made from is permanently gone, suggesting that a single instance can only reproduce nine times. The times when reproduction occurs appears to be random.
It takes three months for a larvae to reach a length of 1.5 meters after birth, during which the plates move apart from each other as it grows. After six the plates fall off, with fully formed sacs underneath it. At this point the larvae is considered to be an adult instance.
When an SCP-2XXX instance dies, either from starvation or other means, the bioluminescent sacs will burst and release a black substance into the surrounding area. In liquids this substance behaves as a fluid, while in air it behaves as a gas. These fluids are likely a mixture of dead bioluminescent bacteria and bodily fluids. No decomposition occurs after death.
Item #: SCP-2XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2XXX is to be contained within Provisional Site-31. SCP-2XXX-1 instances are to be monitored at all times for new changes in behavior. No personnel are allowed to interact with SCP-2XXX-1 instances without permission from Level 3-2XXX clearance personnel. Minkowski Spacetime Monitors are to be set up around SCP-2XXX and Provisional Site-31, and will monitor any gravitational distortions within an area of 1 kilometer. These are to be routinely checked and repaired. Due to the limited spatial control of SCP-2XXX-1 instances, it is unlikely for any major distortions to occur. If one occurs, personnel at Provisional Site-31 are to follow Protocol Eureka-4 (detailed in Document 2XXX-E4). Non-Foundation personnel who discover SCP-2XXX or Provisional Site-31 are to be administered Class-A Amnestics.
Description: SCP-2XXX is a large abandoned factory located in Norrbotten County, Sweden. SCP-2XXX is not accessible by road or footpath. It is believed that SCP-2XXX was constructed at some point during the 1960s-1980s, based on the architectural style and apparent age of the building. One part of SCP-2XXX has a mural painted on the eastern facing wall of what is presumed to be the main entrance to SCP-2XXX. The mural is 5m x 10m, and features black and white depictions of an unknown person, presumably of authority, in the middle. Scientists and engineers are on the left side, and instances of SCP-2XXX-1 are on the right. All of them are saluting. The background resembles the flag of the Kalmar Union29. On a wall opposite to the mural there is red text reading, "SUOJAA KANSAMME30." The mural is located at what is presumed to be the main entrance of SCP-2XXX. The function SCP-2XXX served when it was in in use is unknown.
SCP-2XXX-1 instances are Caucasian males of varying height and apparent biological age. Each instance wears a white metal helmet that extends to cover the shoulders, upper chest, and the head. A cylinder approximately 1 meter in length with a rounded end protrudes from the middle of the front of the helmet. On the left side of the cylinder is a rectangular box with a small, square hole on the front of it. On the upper half of the helmet's back is a similar cylinder that is roughly 0.5 meters long. Each instance is clad in a long-sleeved shirt, trousers, and a belt. SCP-2XXX-1 instances do not have difficulty with movement, despite the shape of the helmet. SCP-2XXX-1 instances have posts, which are positions they stay at at each entrance to SCP-2XXX. When nobody is attempting to enter SCP-2XXX, instances will sit or stand at their posts. Every 6 hours SCP-2XXX-1 instances will leave their post and enter SCP-2XXX, with other SCP-2XXX-1 instances leaving SCP-2XXX and replacing them at their post. SCP-2XXX-1 instances are conversant in Swedish, Finnish, Danish, Norwegian, Russian, and English.
SCP-2XXX-1 instances will actively prevent humans from entering SCP-2XXX via the use of verbal commands. Non-compliance will result in escalating use of force, terminating in the use of what appears to be the generation of localized gravitational distortions to remove individuals from the premises of SCP-2XXX. The distortions can be generated within a radius of 4 meters around the instance. SCP-2XXX-1 instances will also use said gravitational distortions as a form of self defense, via physically repelling attackers and deflecting or neutralizing projectiles fired in its direction.
Current observations have shown them not to be hostile without provocation. So far only three subjects have been killed by SCP-2XXX-1 instances, due to gravitational distortions appearing on or in their body after attempted attacks by the subjects. Further details are in Document 2XXX-D7. This is believed to be caused by attempts by the SCP-2XXX-1 instances to relocate the subjects, and was unintentional. These abilities have prevented the capture and study of SCP-2XXX-1 instances. This has also prevented any exploration of SCP-2XXX.
Addendum:
Interviewed: An SCP-2XXX-1 instance, which has been named SCP-2XXX-1H for the purposes of the interview.
Interviewer: Dr. █████ Vadim, who imitated a journalist during the interview.
<Begin Log>
[Dr. Vadim enters SCP-2XXX]
SCP-2XXX-1H: Stop right there, sir.
Dr. Vadim: What is it?
SCP-2XXX-1H: Please identify yourself.
Dr. Vadim: I'm Emanuel Enok, a journalist from ████████ News Agency.
SCP-2XXX-1H: State your reasons for visiting.
Dr. Vadim: I'm here to write a news report on this building and the work you guys do here.
SCP-2XXX-1H: May I see your identification?
[Dr. Vadim takes out a Swedish press card and shows it to SCP-2XXX-1H.]
SCP-2XXX-1H: You have invalid credentials. I cannot let you in.
Dr. Vadim: Well, can I ask you some questions about this place?
SCP-2XXX-1H: You are going to have to leave, sir.
Dr. Vadim: What work do you do at this factory?
SCP-2XXX-1H: Be assured that our work will greatly benefit our nation. Please leave now.
Dr. Vadim: Why is this so important that the public can't know about it?
SCP-2XXX-1H: Leave- [An electric hum begins emanating from SCP-2XXX-1H. Distorted audio could be heard during the pauses in speech] to volunteer- show your credentials- will protect- feels weird- against enemy- our work will greatly- Project Dažbog- did not see a sky- our nation. Please leave now.
[The electric hum ceases. No further audio distortions occurred.]
Dr. Vadim: What's Project Dažbog?
SCP-2XXX-1H: There is no Project Dažbog. Leave now.
[Dr. Vadim was removed from SCP-2XXX via gravitational distortions. Attempts to go back to SCP-2XXX-1H and SCP-2XXX were prevented in the same manner. SCP-2XXX-1H did not respond to further questioning.]
<End Log>
Addendum-2: On █/██/████ at 10:54 am, an SCP-2XXX-1 instance (named SCP-2XXX-1V for the the autopsy log) proceeded to spasm and collapsed. Three minutes later, another SCP-2XXX-1 instance emerged from SCP-2XXX and took its place at its post, ignoring the collapsed instance. SCP-2XXX-1V was able to be retrieved with no complications arising. After confirmation that the instance was dead, an autopsy was performed on the corpse.
The helmet is composed of stainless steel, painted in white. The helmet contained differentiated biological tissue connected to multiple electronic components, grafted to a series of metal struts. In the center of the helmet is a brain, which many of the electronic components are connected to. The tissue resembles organs that have been found in other anomalous beings, such as [REDACTED]. It is currently unknown what purpose the organs served. It is theorized that they were able to generate an alternating current of a constant voltage to power the electronic components, and process glucose and other nutrients for the body via ██████. The helmet is connected to the rest of the body's skeletal system, and cannot be removed without causing a collapse of the spine and chest. The number "KU-21" has been tattooed above the naval. The rest of the body and its attire showed no abnormalities.
During the autopsy the instance was surrounded by a gravitational lensing effect31, and subsequently vanished along with the autopsy table and various instruments. Sensors picked up a large spatial and gravitational distortion in the area when this occurred, which pulled the instruments towards SCP-2XXX-1V's body. A hole was reported appearing in the lens, which led to a dark, gray area. The body and the equipment have not been found.
Addendum-3:
Foreword: Experimentation with interactions between SCP-2XXX-1 instances and machinery have determined that small robotics and machinery are largely ignored. Horus Camera Drone H765 (1 cm x 1 cm x 1 cm) was attached to an SCP-2XXX-1 instance (named SCP-2XXX-1U) on the front of its helmet. After 2 hours at 6:00 PM, SCP-2XXX-1U left its post and entered the building. The following is a transcript of what H765 recorded inside SCP-2XXX before the signal was lost. Further explorations are planned.
<Begin Log>
SCP-2XXX-1U walks towards a series of doors. These doors open on their own, presumably caused by SCP-2XXX-1U's gravitational distortions. It enters through them and begins walking down a long hallway. The hallway has various exits along the walls, presumably leading to other segments of SCP-2XXX. The walls are less worn than the outside of SCP-2XXX. Despite the apparent age of SCP-2XXX, lights inside the building are still operational, suggesting there is a running source of electricity. The end of the hallway splits off into two corridors, with a door in the middle. Next to the door is a map (further details are in Addendum-4).
The door leads to a stairwell, which appears to have been designed to accommodate the helmet shape of SCP-2XXX-1 instances. SCP-2XXX-1U descends down this stairwell for several minutes. The stairwell leads to a catwalk above a large room, with various other catwalks near the upper area of it. On the catwalk floor is wrinkled poster. The poster has a gray silhouette of a person wearing black shades, on top of an orange background. A caption underneath says, "If you see someone wearing glasses, ask them to remove them! They might be CONSTRUCTED!32" SCP-2XXX-1U walks down the catwalk for two minutes before reaching a set of stairs at the end of it.
As SCP-2XXX-1U walks down the stairs at the end of the catwalk, H765 is able to see more of the room. This area has various deactivated conveyor belts and machinery that appear to have been assembling SCP-2XXX-1 helmets. Metal vats are attached to the walls, some of which have fallen off and spilled blood and organs on the floor. These organs resemble the ones found in SCP-2XXX-1V's helmet. Several SCP-2XXX-1 instances are patrolling this area. Much of the machinery is either in a state of disrepair or broken entirely. On the floor are two documents (detailed further in Addendum-4) and the back of a human body protruding from the floor, as if submerged. On the wall is a propaganda poster, depicting a soldier planting the Kalmar Union flag into a cracked outline resembling the United States of America. The outline has the Great Seal of the United States in the center. The caption says "We beat the States, and we can beat the communists too!" SCP-2XXX-1U goes through a set of metal doors into another room similar to the previous one. At this point connection with H765 is lost for one minute.
Upon connection with H765 being restored, SCP-2XXX-1U enters an elevator, and turns around to face the doors. The elevator's walls and doors are made of glass, allowing a view of a tall metal chamber. Inside the chamber is an object resembling an enlarged version of an SCP-2XXX-1 helmet, with various electronics and machinery connected to it. At the top of the chamber is a broken window, which leads into an unknown area. The elevator descends below the chamber, and only shows concrete. Connection to H765 begins to decrease.
The doors open to reveal a large gray cylindrical room. In the center of it is a metal ring that is connected to the floor and ceiling with rods. A machine is in the center of the ring, with wires and tubes connecting to the inside of the ring. Along the sides of the ring are 20 naked human bodies, all of which are headless and have tubes extended from their necks to the ceiling. Some of the bodies are in a state of decay, while others appear healthy. One of the bodies has been segmented diagonally from its right shoulder to the left side of its hip, while another one appears to have been exploded from the inside. Decayed organs, dried blood stains, and broken glass are visible on the floor. At random intervals one of the bodies spasms (including the decayed and heavily damaged ones). The letters "KU2-S" can be seen on the chest of each body. Various organs been assembled into the words (in Finnish) "DID I SAVE YOU?" on the ground. On the wall the words (also in Finnish) "PLEASE TALK TO ME" can be seen, having been written in blood. As SCP-2XXX-1U approaches the center of the room H765's signal is lost.
Addendum-4: The following are documents seen by Horus Camera Drone H765 in SCP-2XXX. All text has been translated from Finnish to English. Any text written in italics were written in pencil on the documents. A majority of the second document is missing, due to it being obstructed by the first document when seen. Images of each document can be seen in Document SCP-2XXX-E1R.
Project Dažbog
End of Week Report - 21/10/1979
This has been a week of great progress for Project Dažbog. Our engineers have put the finishing touches on the construction systems, which have produced 11 new Karewit Units in a single day. The organ construction cells are healthy, though at times the organ production has gotten out of control. Four days ago one of our growth vats broke apart after rapid organ growth pushed too hard against the vat's walls. Even during the cleanup operation the cells were still attempting to construct more organs. However, this is believed to be a freak incident, and is unlikely to happen again. However, we have added a system to our vats that will get rid of unneeded organs if too many grow.
Karewit-U2 continues to grow stronger. In one experiment KU2 was able to hold a 3 m x 4 m x 3.5 m rock in the air for approximately 2 minutes outside Facility 63, better than it has ever done so far. Other tests have shown that KU2 can now manipulate gravity anywhere within Facility 63. If we are able to keep KU2 in this state for a long period of time, the next year might see militarization of KU2. However, its personality is still that of a child. It is unknown why this is, considering the brain size and augments. At some point next week we will look into this further. Currently this seems to have no negative side effects.
The biggest advancement we've made so far happened during testing of a Karewit Unit. While testing how many objects can be manipulated at once, the unit vanished and reappeared several meters away. This means we can create artificial wormholes with the units, though we don't know how this works. This discovery has been made today, so little testing has been performed, but research will be continued on this next week.
Lastly, we are now being paid more money by the government. With tensions building on the Finnish-Soviet border, they want us to finalize our Karewit Units soon. However, this will not override any planned projects and experiments for next week, as the Karewit Units are close to being finished. Hopefully next week brings further progress.
Dr. Eino Jere - Lead Project Dažbog Researcher
vanished after the transport, with the cord sliced in half. Footage from the Unit only showed static and a blue sky. One researcher who went through with a Unit, Dr. Cai Egil, claims he saw another world for a brief second, though he can't give any specific details about it. Based on other footage taken by units, it is theorized that the wormhole passes through another dimension, then reenters into ours. While this opens up many possibilities, wormhole transportation is very dangerous. One Unit ended up inside a wall after transporting itself, with parts of its body filled with concrete. The only reason we knew where it went was when we saw its hand sticking out of a wall a few hours later, twitching. It is unknown where the rest of the concrete was displaced to. I hope that our missing scientists haven't suffered the same fate.
Due to these dangers related to wormholes, there is worry that KU2 will be able to do the same thing, but on a larger scale. After having studied on how the wormhole creation is performed, our engineers have developed an inhibitor that prevents this from happening. We have also had to call off any further testing on the wormholes, due to the escalated tensions on the border and government worries. Karewit Units are currently being produced at the fastest rate possible right now. Hopefully we will live to see further developments next week.
Dr. Eino Jere - Lead Project Dažbog Researcher The war has begun, and Soviet troops are already pouring over the border. With our proximity to the fighting, I worry we will be attacked soon. I don't know how long the guards will hold them off for, but whatever happens we can't let them get in. They can't be allowed to learn.
The inhibitor hasn't been installed.
This is written description of a map seen in SCP-2XXX.
The map is titled "Map of the Modern World - 1975." Various countries are depicted in the colors blue, red, and gray. A legend on the map says "Blue: Capitalist and Allied Nations, Red: Communist Territory, Gray: Neutral, Bronze: Mekhantos, Black: Lost" The countries on the map are very different than maps made during the Cold War. Some major differences include North America being composed of ten countries, ranging in size. Three of the western countries are colored in red, with a majority in blue. Cuba and most of Central America are blue. The countries in South America are a mix of blue, red, and gray, with a resemblance to Cold War South America. The only major difference is that Chile is smaller in size, and that Brazil is two countries, one blue and the other red.
Africa and the Middle East remain fairly unchanged, with slightly different borders. In Europe, Italy isn't a single country, and is made up of various smaller ones. Portugal and Spain are both one country. Sweden, Finland, Norway, and presumably Norway's overseas territories are also one nation. What is presumed to be the Soviet Union extends up to its 1945 borders. Asia (including Japan) is predominantly red, though what is believed to be China is blue and smaller in size. In the South Atlantic Ocean is a bronze circle roughly the size of Brazil. Four smaller bronze circles are in the Pacific Ocean. Greenland is the only area of the map that is colored black.
SCP Ideas
- Cognitohazardous hand gestures used by antimemetically hidden gangs in Youngstown, Ohio
- Hideout of one of the gangs
- One of the gangs is a cartel
The Listeners' War
Foundation antimemetics-laden civil war over info on the pattern screamers. Involves the Memetics Division, Antimemetics Division, the Counterconceptual Division, and Team Ea.
- Patchwork Infovore
- Non-Conceptual: Stopping a Team Ea agent that intentionally underwent conceptual degradation.
- Unnamed: Interrogating the assassin.
Tale Idea: A Foundation researcher begins communicating with alternate reality versions of herself during a containment breach, in an attempt at surviving by learning what other versions of herself did/are doing (some are farther ahead in their timelines). They can communicate via an IRC type thing, with live feeds and death notifications for whenever a researcher dies. The main researcher (the main character) has to multitask between surviving, seeing what others have done, and guiding new researchers.
- IDEA: The oldest researcher gets to the site's exit and find that it is locked with seemingly no way out. Since they all tried to follow her path, she has doomed them all to failure. She commits suicide, and several others follow.
- Remaining people along this path have to see if they can succeed this way, while new ones have to go out on their on a different way.
That one Paradigm Shift tale series idea
- SCP-778
- SCP-2932 (Part of Dark is contained in a similar prison)
- He Who Makes Dark gets fragmented and stuff
- SCP-123
- SCP-435
- SCP-017
- SCP-2154 (the cloud things)
- SCP-1050 (warning signal)
- He Who Makes Light tries to take over the universe (mini-sun appears behind the moon, more stars seen with SCP-2154)
- SCP-037 (tiny star)
- Entities that want the universe to be the pattern they want, which to us looks like chaos and a lack of patterns
- Got trapped in unreality so they wouldn't totally destroy the universe
- They scream to get back into reality - These screams can affect reality (often computers, electronics, and machinery)
- If they scream in harmony and loud enough they can break into our universe
- A single one can cause an XK (the one from SCP-739 wasn't fully formed)
- Could create a false vacuum, where things can be the way they want them to be
- Foundation can only look through computer databases, research, and hope
- Turn information about themselves into (what we think is) a jumbled broken mess (direct conceptual link to them (seeing one yourself would compromise you)) (reason why info on them is so vague)
- Information affects do not occur with ENKIDU
- How to see a document about them
Thanks EmberTech and djkaktus for coming up with some of this stuff! :D
- SCP-001-1 The pattern screamer contained by randomness (amorphous substances for walls, d-class rolling dice until their heartbeats get ruined by pattern changes)
- SCP-001-2 The one that got out of SCP-739
- SCP-001-3 is SCP-2521
- Font size zero reveals infiltration by pattern screamers into the ENKIDU doc
- Object Class: Namat
- Discovered when AIAD Kusihla bots (made to monitor Foundation databases for major changes) found changes created by pattern screamers. Information inferred from this and other anomalies caused people to notice patterns, though pattern screamer's affects on info prevented people from connecting the information. ENKIDU prevents the affect from occurring.
- Memetic confirmation agent: The SCP-S image but inside the Foundation logo.
- Inspecting source code reveals pattern screamer messages
- Test patterns in ENKIDU randomly glitching
- ENKIDU stability bar going down at random points
SCP-001-1 is to be contained in a 15m cube chamber made of a combination of various sturdy materials (unequal amounts of each material are required). The inside of this chamber is to be filled with a mixture of amorphous substances. Machines composed of various metal types and of varying shape and size are to move along the chamber's interior along rail systems that follow complex paths around the chamber. Each machine is to roll dice at random intervals. Each die will have varying shape, size, color, and numerals. A secondary 17m cube chamber is to hold the first one, with amorphous substances in between. Struts keeping the chambers connected are to be placed at random. In the case of of one component of the chamber breaks, any number of D-Class personnel are to surround the chamber, rolling different types of die while repairs are performed. In case the chamber fully breaks, the room the chambers are held in is to be flooded with various kinds of amorphous substances. During reconstruction of the chamber it must be built differently.
SCP-001-2 is to be contained in a titanium chamber filled with water. Cameras and microphones are located in each corner of the chamber, in order to monitor the speech and movements of SCP-001-2.
http://scpsandbox2.wikidot.com/collab:ember-volt-proposal
IDEAS
- Omega-0 beats up an infovore (The infovore is its own trail, essentially. You see the food getting eaten and what is excreted, but not the animal doing it.)
- GAW infovore that eats security footage and excretes YTP versions of the footage
Oneiroi/GAW Tale Series Brainstorming
- TALE TITLES (possible)
- "The Dreamers and The Memers"
- "Dream a Little Meme"
- "Surreal Shitposting"
- "DrEMEscape" or "Dremescape"
- "Memescape"
- "Esoteric Trolling"
- "And If You Gaze Long Into a Meme…"
- "…The Meme Also Gazes Into You"
- "Dreamers Against Weed"
- Main characters: Name1 Name2
- Land of Granite and Water (Oneiroi West province) (Name1's dreamscape)
- Trolling the dream enities/oneirois with memes
- Weird dream selves
- Mememares (aideneldritch)
- hey remember dat boi >sharp wake up screaming cold sweat (aiden)
- Waking up with a faint smell of doritos and mt. dew livewire, vape comes out when screaming (famine_)
- "It's just a dream, bro." "You blew up the entire province with memes!" "IT'S JUST A DREAM, BRO!"
- subject exhaled substantial amounts of propylene glycol and food flavoring when they gained consciousness
- subject claims to have felt euphoric
- Oneroi are just people who did that (entering a dreamscape) and just stayed there
- Maybe inception but with fedoras and memes
- Full on meme province page
Name: Dr. ██████ Bond
Security Clearance: Level 4
Profile: Dr. ██████ Bond is a male 3█ year old researcher currently working for the Foundation. In the ██ years of working for the Foundation, Bond has been involved in the containment and research of a multitude of SCPs, and has served in multiple divisions. He is currently serving in the Foundation Area-08 Space Division. When not performing research, Dr. Bond is an avid writer, artist, and gamer. He also has a fondness for science fiction and fantasy.
Dr. Bond's research style is characterized by a cautious approach, spending hours considering what could go wrong in an experiment and only using only what is exactly required. However, he will at times use additional security precautions in case of unexpected results. Outside of his job Bond has been described as relaxed an fun loving, but mostly enjoying time to himself.
Dr. Bond has had a degree of cross contamination from other anomalies, including a resistence to Class A-D amnestics. After a notable incident involving SCP-████, Dr. Bond gained a permanent memetic effect on his head region, appearing as a black cube with a depiction of a face on the front of it. This is seen by anyone looking at Bond, and is also seen in video or images of him. Objects being worn on his head will be obscured entirely, even if they are larger than the box appears to be. Objects being moved to his head will also be obscured if brought close enough. The eyes and "mouth" of the face will change shape, correlating to Bond's facial expressions. Attempts at reversing this have been attempted, though none have succeeded. This does not hinder his research, though careful attention has been payed for any unusual behavior and possible side-effects.
History: Prior to joining the Foundation in 19██, Dr. Bond was originally labelled as POI #4377. In 19██ Bond had been involved in experimentation with anomalous objects at the University of Calgary at the age of 21, having gotten several fellow students to join him. He was discovered when one of the anomalies, a extradimensional safe, released several humanoid entities composed of plasma onto the campus. Undercover Foundation operatives in the area witnessed this, and an MTF unit was dispatched to the location. After securing the anomalies Bond barricaded himself into his dorm room, using several pieces of [REDACTED] to block the door and windows. Later interviews stated that this done because he was worried he would be killed. Upon breaching the room Bond willingly surrendered and turned himself in. Interrogation revealed that he had found the objects at [REDACTED], which he had been visiting for roughly a year.
Bond was brought along for an investigation of the area, as he had familiarity with it. With his aid several anomalies were contained, along with a space-time anomaly believed to be the primary source of these. Bond requested to join the Foundation, stating that it was the best way he could make up for the incident at the University. After consideration he was administered Class A amnestics, though these had surprisingly no effect on him33. After attempted use of other amnestics, Bond was made a Junior Researcher, with careful supervision to look for any suspicious activity. Since then Dr. Bond has become a Level 4 Researcher after proving to be adept in handling anomalies. For a brief period he served as an MTF agent in MTF-Eta-834, but left following Incident ████-1, where SCP-████ killed all agents deployed but Bond. After psychiatric counseling he returned to his researching duties.
SCPs
SCP-2180 [+46] - The Living Cave Painting
SCP-2919 [+32] - Protect Kalmaris!
SCP-2417 [+30] - Deity Worshiping Origami
Documents
[REDACTED]
Other
The Research Lab
NOTE: This bit is incomplete because of laziness. At some point there will be insightful information here on the creation of all these things. ~ 9Volt
This scip was the first thing I ever posted to the site, and I believe I did a damn good job with it. It wasn't my first draft, though. That goes to my teleporting cave draft, which can be seen on my sandbox page. After abandoning that I still wanted to do something with caves, and after some searching I saw that nothing had been done with cave paintings on this site before, besides from a single creepypasta. After a month or so of drafting (interrupted by a vacation), I got the idea written and polished thanks to various users of #site19. When I posted it I was unsurprisingly nervous (about as nervous as the first time I ever asked a girl for her number), and amazingly it got many upvotes. In a fairly short amount of time it reached rating of +40, something I will always be proud of. Not a lot changed during the drafting phase, though. After posting I did modify some wording and tone issues, though.
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According to quantum field theory, a vacuum refers to space with as little energy as possible in it. As quantum fields still exist, by removing as much energy as possible creates a false vacuum, which does not have the global possible minimum of energy. The global minimum of energy would be a true vacuum, though there would be a barrier to reaching such a state. This makes a false vacuum metastable, as it could get past the barrier and "fall" to the lowest energy levels if certain energy requirements were met. It is theorized that our universe exists as a long lived false vacuum on the border of stability, based on the mass of the top quark and Higgs boson, an extension of the Higgs field which gives particles interacting with it mass. If an event such as quantum tunneling occurs with the Higgs field, where a particle could "tunnel" past a barrier, the result of Higgs field reaching the lowest energy level would create a true vacuum. The true vacuum would be a bubble expanding in all directions at the speed of light, destroying anything that comes in contact with it. The inside of the true vacuum would operate under entirely different laws of chemistry and physics than the universe.
In short, a true vacuum is a region of space at the lowest possible energy level, expanding at the speed of light. Said region would operate under different laws of chemistry and physics, leading to the destruction of anything entering it.