Notes:
http://www.scp-wiki.net/zyns-co-authoring-tips
http://www.scp-wiki.net/security-clearance-levels#toc12
A good question to consider is "if I took the violence/sexual abuse away, would there be ANYTHING interesting left?" It's by no means universal, but sometimes it helps prod ideas
Text A
Almost there captain!
Title Ideas: [A Museum to the End Of The World] [Of all the doors to open] [Watch the world end with me] [Pandora's Doors] [???]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Classification Pending
Special Containment Procedures: Following Expedition XXXX-█-1 (See Addendum B), under no circumstances are O5 members permitted within 50 kilometers of ███████ Island. Disclosure of information on SCP-XXXX is permitted only to level 4 personnel. Accessing SCP-XXXX requires the approval of Dr. Elisa. The island that SCP-XXXX resides on is to be made to be a nature reserve, patrolled by MTF-Papa-94 ("The Curators"), and off-limits to civilians. SCP-XXXX-1 is to be kept on Dr. Elisa's person, SCP-XXXX-2 is to be kept to the main researcher working under Dr. Elisa, should SCP-XXXX-2 find it's way into the hands of any O5 member it is to be confiscated immediately.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a structure composed of industrial grade concrete measuring 5m X 6m X 3m, located on ███████ Island off the Antarctic continent. A single locking mechanism with a hexagonal depression fitting SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 is located on a solid steel door.
The exterior of the building and the surrounding area demonstrate no anomalous properties; however, the interior of the structure is estimated to span more than 60m on the first level alone.
The interior of SCP-XXXX is composed of several levels. The composition of the floors consists of 10m2 waxed patterns of several species of expensive and exotic woods. No two patterns have been recognized as exactly the same, though all patterns are Icovellavna with the exception of the main landing of each level, which is filled with a compass rose of the same woods. The walls and ceilings of each level are consistent in composition and design with the floors.
Each explored level of SCP-XXXX contains up to three collections of doors dedicated to titled exhibitions styled after a museum. Each door features a title of its own, and an engraved symbol:
- ⦿
- ⦵
- ⦻
Doors in exhibits have been observed connecting to a freestanding doorframe in a separate physical location and time. Multiple expeditions have been conducted to explore the other side of these doors. (see Addendum SCP-XXXX-B).
SCP-XXXX first came to the attention of the Foundation via an envelope found on Site-██, addressed to O5-██ by personal name and their O5 digit. The envelope was screened for potentially hazardous materials, and found to be made of an unknown synthetic polymer; the contents were scanned and sent to Dr. Elisa (see Addendum SCP-XXXX-A). The envelope contained two electronic brass keys of an indiscernible make; the keys contain synthetic diamonds that held a consistent charge of two volts. Following attempts to breach the structure by force, it became clear that these keys were the only known items that could grant access to SCP-XXXX. These keys have been labeled SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 respectively.
Addendum:
Dear ██████████.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’re already ██ years old now, I remember when your father was born, and here you are, on the O5 Council. Time does pass quickly, even when you watch.
I’ve seen what it took you to climb that ladder – blood, grit, and cold, ruthless calculation. And your will, child… your will can only be weighed in lives, sacrificed for a greater cause. The time it required was irrelevant; you think you’ve only dedicated ██ years to this, but I know this took no less than a lifetime of preparation. Many lifetimes, in fact: your forefathers were born to bring you to me.
I've prepared a special gift for your upcoming birthday, it’s about time I show you some of the things I’ve been working on. So, I've gone ahead and decided to let you have custody of one of my pet projects. You and your organization are running around 'containing' this and that so I hope you learn a lot from my contained items. I contained some of my very own things for you to look at and study. Some I've collected and some I've tailored for you.
I spent a great deal of time collecting these, so don’t waste them. I've enclosed two keys for you to access my collection with this letter. I won't give you the exact location, you'll have to hunt for it. But I'll tell you that it's on ███████ Island. Bring warm clothes, it gets cold down there.
I’ll be waiting for you,
Kaelene
Addendum XXXX-B: Notable Expedition Logs into SCP-XXXX.
Foreword to Mission Logs: Dr. Elisa is presiding over expeditions and in command of instructions to D-Class Personnel.
Level-1 | Exhibit Collection Title: Hammers of God
Opening Statement: Two D-Class Personnel equipped with body-mounted cameras are used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1 and D-2. MTF-Papa-94 is on standby.
0000: [D-1 enters a door labeled 'Enemy of Ra | ⦵.' D-2 is kept on standby.]
0010: [Video feed captures a city square plaza with multiple roads and cross-sections]
Papa-94-3: Papa-94-3. Visual confirmation, D-1 has exited the other side of the door.
D-1: This is Times Square.
[camera swivels]
D-1: …It's uh… it's empty. You seein this?
Dr. Elisa: Yes.
[Camera lifts slightly, revealing bottom edges of active electronic billboards]
D-1: The billboards. There's timers on em. Countin Down. Shit. I don't want to wait around for that. They're all countin down together. There's… about an hour and forty left.
Dr. Elisa: Find something to tell us what the timers are for. Look for any newspapers or articles, possibly a broadcast.
D-1: …News. Yeah… yeah the papers. They ain't here. …They should be everywhere, shouldn't they?
Dr. Elisa: See what you can find.
0013: [D-1 has remained in the vicinity of the door connecting to SCP-XXXX and has not ventured in search of articles]
Dr. Elisa: D-1, is there a reason you are staying in the immediate vicinity of the doorway?
D-1: I don't like this. Not one bit. Do I really have to move away from the door? Somethin's off and I don't wanna be stranded here. I'll still be able to leave if the door closes, right?
Dr. Elisa: If you complete your tasks, then yes, you will be able to return.
D-1: Ok, alright. Here I go!
[D-1 spends roughly 85 minutes searching the area in a radial manner from the door to SCP-XXXX for a newsstand. Camera feed shows no sign of human habitation]
0143: [D-1 has located a newsstand. The stand has been largely abandoned and looted, however, papers are still present]
D-1: Ok I found papers. Everything seems to be missin from this block. Fuckin Christ on a Cross, where is everyone?
Dr. Elisa: Please read the news article, it may shed light on what's happening. State the date and headline article.
[Camera shakes as the newspaper comes into view. The headline article states 'Apophis: ███ ███ ██ ███ ████']
D-1: It's uh, ██/██/2036. Why's it say 2036?
Dr. Elisa: We are trying to figure that out. What does the article say?
D-1: It says here that there's this here thing called Apop-his… This really don't sound good.
[D-1 proceeds to read the article]
0155: [Camera begins to shake and detected lumens increase by 30%]
D-1: Fuckin shit! I knew somethin was bad, I'm out!
[Camera feed shows motion blur consistent with panicked running.]
Dr. Elisa: D-1, what's wrong? Why are you running?
D-1: Jesus Christ what is that? Fuck!
0158: [A sonic boom is heard over the video feed. Lumens increase by 50%. The door to SCP-XXXX is now visible.]
D-1: [Panting]
Dr. Elisa: D-1, come in! What's happening? D-1!
0159: [The door begins closing in what appears to be an automatic mechanism before D-1 can successfully arrive to be extracted.]
D-1: …Fuck me.
[Camera swivels, lumens increase by 300%. Visibility ends at 10m and appears overexposed. Video feed ends abruptly.]Dr. Elisa: Papa-94 can you give me any confirmation on what happened?
Papa-94-3: Papa-94-3. Can confirm that whatever was on the other side of that door was very hot. We lost contact with D-1. Can confirm I have heat burns. They should be inconsequential but I am requesting medical leave at this time.
Dr. Elisa: Granted. Prepare secondary expedition.
0211: [D-2 is prepared and sent through the door.]
Dr. Elisa: The first thing we want you to look for is another D-Class like yourself, they should be within 30m of the doorway.
D-2: Aight. Another dude dressed like me. Can-do.
0221:
Papa-94-2: Papa-94-2 to Command. Visual Confirmation that D-2 has exited the other side of the door.
[video feed shows D-2 has arrived at the same location as D-1]
D-2: Hey, Boss lady. Are those normal? It's a hella lot warmer here than back there.
[camera shifts as electronic billboards come into full view]
Dr. Elisa: How long do the timers have?
D-2: Uh… an hour and forty?
Dr. Elisa: Do you see anyone?
D-2: No. Nothin.
Dr. Elisa: Return through the doorway as soon as you can.
D-1: Don't have to tell me twice.
<End Log>
Level-2 | Exhibit Collection Title: Reap What You Sow
Opening Statement: One D-Class Personnel equipped with a body camera is used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1. An additional flying drone equipped with a camera and gimbal henceforth known as DR-1 is used. MTF-Papa-94 is on standby.
0000: [D-1 enters a door labeled 'Don't Breathe | ⦿.']
Papa-94-1: This is Papa-94-1, I have visual confirmation that D-1 is on the other side of the door.
0010: [Camera feed displays a rural town identifiable with midwestern America.]
D-1: Okay, uh… I think I'm in Idaho or something. Everything's looking all country to me.
Dr. Elisa: Is there anything out of the ordinary?
[Camera shifts to view the settlement. Several structures are in a heavy state of disrepair. Multiple humanoid bodies are positioned prone on the ground or propped up against walls.]
D-1: This place's looking like something really nasty came through, shit needs to be cleaned up. I see a lotta… bodies. Oh. I- I think I'm gon be sick.
Dr. Elisa: We need you to get a closer look at the bodies. What's wrong with them?
D-1: Fuck if I know, they don't look human from here. And I'm not curious enough to look.
Dr. Elisa: Need I remind you that disregarding instructions is grounds for termination?
D-1: Goddamnit. If I go take your pictures for you, will you let me leave?
Dr. Elisa: Yes, you can come back when you're finished with your assignment.
0020: [D-1 arrives at the nearest structure. Camera feed shows heavy disrepair from negligence]
D-1: I see a- a man I think.
Dr. Elisa: Can you describe the individual?
[Camera shifts to show a deceased human male. D-1 begins showing signs of hyperventilating.]
D-1: He- he's got weird yellow- fuck… Weird yellow and — and purple shit growing on him… I think I- Oh fuck!
[D-1 is seen and heard regurgitating. D-1 pauses to regain composure and to recover from hyperventilation.]
D-1: That's disgusting! They're pulsing! They're moldy puss sacks and — and they're pulsing!
Dr. Elisa: Yes. I see the growths. Try to find out any information regarding what's happening here.
D-1: Please just let me leave? I don't want to be here anymore!
Dr. Elisa: Keep up the good work and you can come back.
Papa-94-5: Papa-94-5 to Command. Permission to enact biological hazard containment protocols?
Dr. Elisa: Do you feel it is necessary?
Papa-94-5: Affirmative.
Dr. Elisa: Granted.
0042:
D-1: I see a big tube in a crater. It looks like a missile. Is this a weapon?
[Camera swivels to show the impact crater]
Dr. Elisa: See if you can get closer to it, maybe there are some clues there.
D-1: Do I have to?
Dr. Elisa: Yes.
D-1: Oh God, please no.
0045:
D-1: I'm in front of the thing. Smells a like mold here. Makes me feel dirty.
Dr. Elisa: Are there any markings or tags? Anything to recognize the device by?
D-1: It says uh. Prometheus Labs. Can I come back now? Please?
Dr. Elisa: Soon. Is there anything notable about the structure?
D-1: Jesus… Ok, uh… this tube-thing's got a lot of poles sticking out of it like a tree, with some kind of sponge wrapped around the poles.
Dr. Elisa: Can you find some kind of date? Any kind of newspapers or articles? Maybe a T.V. broadcast?
D-1: [Cough] I'm infected aren't I? I'm not going to make it out. You lied to me.
Dr. Elisa: You can come back when you find a date marking.
D-1: No. I don't care what you do to me. I'm not turning into those things. I'm coming back.
Dr. Elisa: Papa-94. Terminate D-1 on sight.
Papa-94-1: Roger that, Command. Weapons primed.
0050:
D-1: Somethin's wrong. I can't breathe…
Dr. Elisa: What do you mean?
D-1: [Wheezing] You lied. I can't believe you lied…
[Vitals monitoring D-1 show an increase in heart rate. D-1 is making an attempt to move back to the door connecting to SCP-XXXX.]
0055:
D-1: [Gurgling]
Dr. Elisa: D-1, come in… D-1 do you respond?
[D-1 collapses. Yellow and purple growths become noticeable on D-1's skin. The growths are propagating across D-1 at an alarming rate.]
D-1: [Muffled] I… Breathe…
Dr. Elisa: Papa-94, do you have visual confirmation of D-1?
Papa-94-1: Negative, Command. No visuals, permission to perform decontamination since we have confirmation of biological hazard?
Dr. Elisa: Granted.
[Over the course of the next 30 minutes, the growths consume D-1. Vital monitoring shows an increase in heart rate and breathing rate, though sounds of suffocation are audible.]
0135: [D-1's vitals flatline. The video feed is continued to observe the growths.]
0140: [D-1's vitals start again. Heart rate is at a fixed 5bpm.]
0150: [DR-1 is prepared for a secondary expedition.]
0200: [DR-1 enters the rural town. All bodies noted before are in the same posture, location, and condition as before. No sign of D-1 is found. DR-1 is redirected to find dating of the event.]
0210: [DR-1 finds an operating T.V. set tuned into a nation-wide emergency broadcast]
Broadcast: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST. BIOLOGICAL HAZARDS HAVE BEEN FOUND ACROSS THE NATION. ALL CITIZENS ARE REQUIRED TO BE WEARING GOVERNMENT MANDATED ORGANIC PARTICLE FILTERS. CITIZENS NOT WEARING FILTERS WILL BE EXECUTED ON SIGHT. SEAL ALL VENTILATIONS IN YOUR HOUSEHOLDS AND AWAIT HAZWOPPER TEAMS TO RELIEVE YOU.
[The date on the broadcast is 05/10/2024. DR-1 is recalled.]
0220:
Papa-94-1: Papa-94-1 to Command. Door is closing on what appears to be an automatic mechanism. Permission to bar the door?
Dr. Elisa: Denied
[Video feed cuts.]
Papa-94-1: Papa-94-1 to Command. Door has closed.
<End Log>
Level-2 | Exhibit Collection Title: Reap What You Sow
Opening Statement: One D-Class Personnel equipped with a body camera is used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1. An additional flying drone equipped with a camera and gimbal henceforth known as DR-1 is used.
0000:* [D-1 enters a door labeled 'Look At What You Started | ⦻.']
0010: [Camera feed displays a research facility.]
D-1: Oi-oi. This place looks high tech.
Dr. Elisa: Can you look around for anything that might tell us where or when you are?
D-1: Sure, thing. Do I get a hot shower after this?
Dr. Elisa: …
D-1: Oi-oi. I see how it is! I'll start looking.
0020:
D-1: Hey Princess. I found a thing.
[Camera shifts to see a magnetically suspended silver ferrofluid.]
D-1: It looks shiny, I bet it's squishy—
Dr. Elisa: DON'T TOUCH IT.
D-1: Then whatcha want?
Dr. Elisa: [Sigh] Look for any kind of documents or clocks or something with writing.
0032:
D-1: Oi. This clippy-board look important, dontcha think Princess?
Dr. Elisa: What does it say?
D-1: It says here uh… SCP-████. Object Class: Keter. So it a teapot? Ain't that what a keter is?
Dr. Elisa: Is there a date on the document?
D-1: 12/25/20██. We done, right? I can come back, right? Wait, why is it 20██? This a secret project for an i-Keter? Is this Apple?
Unknown: Stop right there! Put your hands where I can see them!
[Camera swivels to see STF-Yoren-1-1 trained on D-1. Containment breach alarm is activated.]
D-1: Fucking A!
Dr. Elisa: D-1- just- listen. Listen to me. Comply with security, we can fix—
D-1: Come any closer and I break your teapot—
[Gunfire is heard. D-1 collapses onto SCP-████, breaking its containment. The door to SCP-XXXX can be seen closing.]
Dr. █████ via Yoren-1-1 radio: Fucking hell! Get the magnets quick! Before it becomes uncontainable! We'd be lucky if a nuke halt's its advance. Prepare for Contingency Plan ████-Omega-Zero.
[Video feed shows SCP-████ rapidly absorbing all matter it comes in contact with, and exponentially increasing in mass and size.]
0038: [The camera is covered with SCP-████. Video feed cuts.]
0048: [A secondary expedition using DR-1 is carried out.]
0058: [DR-1 arrives at the location. SCP-████ has breached containment and has consumed a massive amount of the research structure. The door to SCP-XXXX instantly closes on DR-1 entry to the area.]
0100: [A large tendril of SCP-████ manages to apprehend DR-1.]
0101: [Video feed cuts.]
<End Log>
Level-3 | Exhibit Collection Title: It's The Little Things
Opening Statement: One D-Class Personnel equipped with a body camera is used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1.
0000:* D-1 enters a door labeled 'Pigs Might Fly. ⦿.'
0010: Video feed displays what appears to be late Middle Age European architecture.
D-1: Ma'am I see a lot of dead bodies.
Dr. Elisa: Are they human?
D-1: I think so.
Dr. Elisa: Find someone and try to communicate with them. Ask them for information.
D-1 Ok.
0030: D-1 interacts with a local, and it is learned that the people are speaking French. A translator is assigned to dictate speech to D-1.0040: D-1 attempts to interact with another local. The local populace is highly suspicious of D-1's clothing and makes attempts to shun them.
0100: D-1 makes contact with a traveling merchant who divulges information. The merchant claims the year is 'The second year of the reign of Stephen of Blois, cursed be his name.' D-1 is instructed to inquire about the state of the settlement.
0110: The merchant claims that Stephen of Blois has brought a plague from heaven on the populace and that so many people are dying that crops are failing.
0115: D-1 is instructed to return to the door for extraction.
0120: D-1 is intercepted by a mob, who claim that the D-Class uniform is proof of their witchcraft. D-1 attempts to retreat and is injured by a pitchfork in the process.
0140: D-1 successfully returns to the door connecting to SCP-XXXX and is extracted.
Statement: D-1 was quarantined on arrival and sent for a medical evaluation. D-1 tested positive for an influenza strain recognized as a subform of H1N1. D-1 managed to recover from infection after being placed in ICU for 3 months.
<End Log>
[This is a proto-Idea.]
- The scene depicted is of an Italian port town afflicted by the bubonic plague. Numerous corpses are placed in piles alongside the roadways. A date is marked 02/12/1353 C.E. The exhibit is marked '⦿'.
Level-3 | Exhibit Collection Title: It's The Little Things
Opening Statement: One D-Class Personnel equipped with a body camera is used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1.
0000:* [D-1 enters a door labeled 'Welcome to Cronenburg | ⦿.']
0010: [Camera feed displays a dilapidated and seemingly abandoned metropolitan suburb. Door to SCP-XXXX remains open.]
D-1: This place looks like shit. Is this a ghost town?
Dr. Elisa: Is there anything out of the ordinary?
D-1: I mean, there's shit all over the street, this looks like one of those post-apocalyptic video games. Is this some kind of park attraction? Is this VR? Super realistic I gotta tell you.
Dr. Elisa: Can you look for a newspaper? We want to find some kind of date and time.
D-1: Uh, the door of that house is open, does that work?
Dr. Elisa: Yes. That's a starter.
0017:
D-1: Hey, I think I found something.
[Camera shifts to display a heavily yellowed news page titled ODD CREATURES FOUND IN LOCAL MALL IN FREAK ATTACK, 7 INJURED]
D-1: It's dated uh… 20██. Hey, that's not too far from now. But this thing is old. Like 30-40 years old. Reminds me of the time my grandpa showed me a news clipping he was in, great —
[An odd, chittering noise is heard in the background]
D-1: What was that? Did you hear that?
Dr. Elisa: We did. Continue looking for clues.
D-1: Ok then, so as I was saying —
[A loud screeching noise, measuring 138 dB is recorded.]
D-1: Holy fucking shit! What the hell is that?
[Camera views to display an entity of unknown origin, the creature is tan in color and features multiple limbs with two large ocular organs devoid of sclera. Large mandibles make up a large portion of the head.]
Dr. Elisa: I advise you back away slowly, it may be sensitive to movement.
D-1: Fuck that shit!
[D-1 begins to retreat back to the door to SCP-XXXX]
D-1: Jesus Christ it's fast!
[Camera feed registers several screeches ranging from 100 dB to 140 dB from multiple directions D-1 is now at the door. The entity bites D-1, leaving lacerations in the process.]
D-1: [Screaming]
Dr. Elisa: Get the Curators in there, now!
[MTF-Papa-94 opens fire on the entity.]
MTF-Papa-94-3: Multiple hostiles detected! D-1 is in! Close the Door!
D-1: [Screaming]
MTF-Papa-94-2: Severe lacerations, bite marks, multiple puncture wounds. Issue D-1 into quarantine.
Closing Statement: D-1 began suffering severe mutations while in medical quarantine. Subject developed severely deformed skull, redundant orifices, and vestigial limbs within 48 hours of the expedition. Subject developed more redundant orifices and vestigial limbs developed into fully developed limbs. Fatty tissue increased 60% and exoskeletal structures on extremities formed out of existing skin tissue. Subject reclassified as SCP-████.
<End Log>
Level-5 | Exhibit Collection Title: Failures of the Forerunners
Opening Statement: One D-Class Personnel equipped with a body camera is used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1.
0000: D-1 is sent through a door labeled 'It Will Happen Again | ⦻.'
0010:
D-1: I see a mountain range. The air feels really heavy, almost makes me feel lightheaded. I don't recognize any of the plants here.
Dr. Elisa: There's something else showing up in your camera feed. can you tell what those are? They're all over the mountain range.
D-1: They look like… buildings of some sort.
Dr. Elisa: How far do the buildings look?
D-1: I think I could get there within… an hour maybe? I'm not under any time limit, am I?
Dr. Elisa: No, we don't have any time constraints. Keep an eye out for your surroundings, it could be dangerous.
D-1: Roger that.
0110:
D-1: I'm close to the buildings now. Looks kinda like a village… uh… there are people here, but they're not human.
Dr. Elisa: Can you elaborate what you mean?
[Camera shifts to view the set of structures. Tall humanoid entities as seen standing out in the open.]
Dr. Elisa: Describe the entities and structures if you can.
D-1: Uh… The buildings look kinda like they belong in that Atlantis movie that Disney had… they've got like, weird purple glowy lines on them and stuff. The people aren't wearing anything I think. They're like, tall blue people. With big heads and arms going down below the knees… I think one of them spotted me.
Dr. Elisa: Do they appear hostile?
D-1: It… it uh… waved at me. I think it wants me to go over to it.
Dr. Elisa: This is great. See if you can communicate with it.
0115:
D-1: These guys look super freaky, like no noses, some odd-8 feet, they're really tall. Maybe even 10 feet. uh… their mouths are sideways. like up and down. I think they have nostrils too, like Voldemort nostrils.
Dr. Elisa: Ask it about what it is.
D-1: [ Deep Breath] Hi there! Uh… Mind I ask what are you?
[Camera feed shows the entity acknowledging D-1's presence with a simple nod and pointing to the mountaintop.]
D-1: You caught that on camera, right?
Dr. Elisa: Yes. Train the camera on the place it's pointing at.
[D-1 points the camera at the mountain tip. Several structures are protruding from the mountaintop.]
D-1: I have a bad feeling. Why are they all just standing? Should I —
[The video feed captures the mountaintop exploding, ejecting plumes of green ash into the stratosphere. A pulse of what appears to be plasma begins radiating from the mountain. structures are atomized in the wake of the pulse.]
D-1: Such a beautiful —
[Video feed abruptly ends.]
<End Log>
Level-█ | Exhibit Title: ██████████
Opening Statement: One D-Class Personnel equipped with a body camera is used in the expedition, henceforth known as D-1.0000: D-1 enters a door labeled 'Inheritance | ⦾'
0010: [Video feed shows a single, barren room with a Victorian-era window installed, what is outside the window is unclear. A nude female entity devoid of genitalia and with hair that appears to be a two-dimensional rendition of celestial forms, most likely the Pillars of Creation, is looking out the window.]
Entity: You're not ██████████.[The unknown entity turns to face the camera.]
Dr. Elisa: D-1, return immediately, this is an order. Do not attempt to make contact with the entity.
D-1: …
Dr. Elisa: D-1, come in!
[The entity proceeds to take the camera off of D-1 and looks directly into the camera. The entity's eyes are white, devoid of any pupils or irises, and are emissive.]
Entity: It's ok, Elisa. Busy little O5 or not, ██████████ will come to me of their own volition soon enough. You don't need to worry your pretty little head over it, just enjoy the museum!
[Video feed abruptly ends.]
<End Log>
Co-written by Ensophos. Super thanks to Jazstar and Hippo!
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-XXXX-1 instances are to be contained in individual standard humanoid containment cells. SCP-XXXX-2 instances must remain with their paired SCP-XXXX-1 instances at all times. All personnel with children, intending to have children, expecting children, or have the desire to raise children, adopted or biological, are prohibited from entering within 20m of SCP-XXXX containment. All communication with any SCP-XXXX-1 instance is prohibited without the approval of a Level 3 Researcher.
All SCP-XXXX-1 instances are to be kept on a diet prescribed to adults and children as stated by the WHO and fed three times daily.
No requests for entertainment have been made by any SCP-XXXX-1 instance
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a group of [x] humanoid entities with the appearance of children between the ages of 4 and 10, henceforth labeled SCP-XXXX-1-[x]. Each SCP-XXXX-1 instance wears at all times what appears to be a burlap sack with a face of what appears to be a child painted on them, labeled SCP-XXXX-2. Every SCP-XXXX-2 instance has a different face painted on it, testing has shown this paint is made from organic compounds, mainly from various forms of plant matter, though traces of blood and human stem cells have been found as well.
SCP-XXXX-1 instances are highly manipulative and have shown to have knowledge of whether or not an adult desires offspring or already has offspring, both biological and adoptive on visual contact with the adult. Miscarriage has proven to be within the limits of SCP-XXXX-01 instance capacity (see Addendum XXXX-A).
D-XXXXXXXX - One instance of miscarriage. no known offspring. Two counts of homicide.
Are you my new mommy?
Mommy? What? No, I'm—
It's me, mommy. Jason.
Jason? No, I don't have a son. No, it can't be.
Are you going to let the bad man take me away, mommy?
No, no, no, no. you can't be real. this is not real I don't have any kids.
But I'm right here mommy.
who what where why how
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a set of books written in an unknown language theorized to predate Ancient Sumer. There are currently four known surviving copies of SCP-XXXX is bound in what appears to be a leather made of human skin.
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]
Description: SCP-XXXX is a book with a cover made from an alloy metal consisting of iron, lead, and tin. The cover itself features an inlay consisting of gold and silver. The paper sheets inside SCP-XXXX are lined with copper foil. The first page of SCP-XXXX features the phrase 'If you could trade, would you? All miracles require sacrifice." written with ink composed of liquid mercury. The ink itself re-arranges to different languages depending on who is currently employing SCP-XXXX, what causes this is currently unknown.
When any individual using SCP-XXXX writes on any page a sentence phrased as a wish, SCP-XXXX will manifest that wish. However, wishes will often be fulfilled in return for a 'sacrifice'. What determines how much or what is to be sacrificed, is currently unknown.
Ideas and inklings in here
(1) Book of Continuity
the journal is used to transfer the consciousness of the holder onto a person with [insert conditions here], overriding the victim's consciousness completely, essentially giving the wielder eternal life should there be enough victims. maybe can be used by the foundation to clone old researchers and keep them researching?
(2) Humanoid
what's so special? - Humanoids from a species that ruled the earth before man (?) an AI that replaced them, based on the cro-magnon as a template. featuring enhanced computations and physical strength. all dormant.
is it dangerous? Y/N
(5) A stained glass butterfly
The butterfly is alive and feeds off weight. Subjects will maintain matter density but mass and weight will be heavily reduced if encountered a swarm of them. breaking or crushing the butterfly will cause all the eaten weight to be condensed into the butterfly's body. an engorged butterfly can weigh upwards of a ton when crushed.
Butterflies seem to target subjects that suffer heavy distressful emotions, notably high levels of stress and depression.
(6) a refugee from another dimension
Develop this further
(8-2)
Child-sized entities with burlap sacks over their heads that have been painted with faces on them. entities are highly manipulative and parasitize adult humans who have, had, or want children, adoptive or biological.
(9)
A Museum of the Apocalypse
A building that contains a multitude of currently contained K-Class Scenarios that are suspended. It is highly theorized that breaking the containment of any of these events will remove the event from suspension
(10)
Base off of H.P. Lovecraft dreamscape. People physically die when they sleep and come back to life when they return from the dreamscape. possible a 'wondertainment' item
(11) A hivemind of potatoes that spread their influence through potato memes. people metamorphasise into potatoes. eating a potato will turn you into a potato. potatoes can re-seed and grow more potatoes. autonomous cells are used as a hive-mind conduit. the hive mind seeks world domination.
use these words: ptoptops onoons potptot
also the hive mind talks like shit: ALL ARE BE PTOPTOP. ONOONS IS WEK. PTOPTOP MAKE ATTAK
PTOPTOP IS ARE SAVE ALL PTOPTOP
(12) The Alchemist's Wishbook. You can write anything you wish for, and you will get it. But the book will exact from you a sacrifice, and it determines what is worth sacrificing.
Addendum where someone wishes an end to gang violence thinking he can save his brother who is in a gang. all gang members in the city die at the same time, including his brother.
(13) Dead-zone Fog. A ghost town covered in a fog that doesn't dissipate. All electronics refuse to operate and lose power in the vicinity of the fog. The layout of the ghost town changes each time an expedition is performed. structures in the town appear from different time periods and of different makes. Entities watch from the structures and have not shown aggression. they just watch.
(14) A mirror that kills people by capturing themselves and then committing suicide. injuries inflicted on the mirror-self applies to the real person.
(15) A boil of parasitic worms of the Onchocerca volvulus species that causes its host to sing "I've Got You Under My Skin" By Frank Sinatra. It will only infect humans and uses the song to attract other humans to it, whereupon the host will attempt to pin down its victim and vomit worms onto them.
(16) Cronenberg's Monster from idea #9. make it a tie in. Mission Log 3-3-12
(4) Serial Killer's Scalpel
When picked up, subject assumes they are a surgeon and will attempt to operate on the nearest human possible, claiming that they need to 'remove the problem'. if subject manages to touch its victim the victim will become paralyzed by unknown means. the subject will subsequently begin cutting open the victim while muttering that they need to 'remove the problem'. the subject will first remove the intestines and large intestines, and will procedurally remove organs working upwards towards the chest cavity, upon emptying the entire torso, the subject will claim that the 'problem is fixed' before searching for a new victim.
Feedback
unoriginal. easy to write in a bad light that will get downvoted easily.
(7) an entity that targets people who are labeled/seen as corrupt, unjust, or oppressive. cognito-hazard.
Record from Dr. [REDACTED] after █ hours of exposure to SCP-(7)
I want this to go on the record. This is why I think we shouldn't contain SCP-XXXX. It is the ghosts of Auschwitz. it is the rage at the injustice of every black man killed by police unjustly in America. It is the spirit of the Intifada and the enemy of oppressors. It's the scorn of the apartheid sufferers. the pain of black slaves. Where it goes those who are corrupt or unjust meet a fitting and violent end. It is the hand of God! The Dark Messiah. It is a great equalizer that washes sins in blood. You want to contain it to protect us but it IS us. We created it to rectify us and cleanse the evil from the veins of our peoples!
Feedback
Too offensive. will rely too heavily on historical events and will be difficult to make original.
(8-1) X burlap sacks with child faces painted on them.
what happens when you put the sack on?
subject assumes the identity of a child. different child per sack.
interviews with each instance of SCP-(8) has revealed that all instances are afraid of an entity they refer to as 'the man in the wall', describing various activities the entity has taken on them. Most of these activities are considered by the CPS as child abuse. taking off the sack will remove the identity, however, the subject will retain false memories of these activities in relation to their own father figure from their childhood. If the subject had no parental figure the memories are linked to the most prominent authority figure of the time. Subjects will display a heightened fear of authority after donning SCP-(8)
Feedback:
if I took the violence/sexual abuse away, would there be ANYTHING interesting left? Sexual abuse is a hot-button topic and doing it improperly is stepping on a landmine. Idea sent back and re-formatted for still using burlap sack-head kids.
(3) A cracked lens filter
when a picture is taken while this filter is on the lens, anything within an XX distance is seamlessly cut in the shape of the fracture. Zoom will make the incision smaller or larger, depending on how wide the lens focus is. Original user is a photographer stationed in Afghanistan/Syria/Iraq who used it for self-defense
Result: +31 (06/24/18) http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3912
Feedback:
- Dialogue is over-punctuated.
- A lot more of an emotional punch compared to the draft.
- under-edited, but definitely not under-developed.
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"Get up, prisoner." The cold water rudely awakens Aira. The sweltering pain at the back of her head throbs in tandem with her pulse. "The Warden is here for you." Her eyes focus on the stones on the floor. And the blood stains. She becomes painfully aware of the shackles around her wrists and ankles that force her into an uncomfortable position. Hanging from the wall and not enough room to stretch or curl, leaving aches and coiled muscles with no place to exert themselves. The collar around her neck weighs her down, adding to the dull pain in her head.
The sound of boots clicking on the floor come into focus slowly, each step declaring the quality of the hard leather. "Let's see here…" the sultry voice of a man echoes off the walls, "This is the one responsible?"
"Affirmative Sir. According to Haest's report, Gort initiated the altercation with the prisoner. The prisoner incapacitated Gort and managed to disarm Haest before attempting escape, and was apprehended in the barracks." A nearby guard reports to the Warden.
"And what is Gort's condition?"
"Sir. Fractured jaw, hemorrhage abdomen, and concussion. With enough bed rest, he should make a functional recovery."
The Warden crouches down in front of Aira, gingerly wrapping a silk-gloved hand around her jaw as if to appraise her. "What are the prisoner charges?"
"Sir. Assault of Nobility, Assault of Citizenry, Resisting Arrest, Vandalism, Arson, Petty Theft, Grand Theft of a Horse, Absence of Proper Documentation, Attempted Assault, Assault of Royal Guardsmen, Attempted Murder, and Horse Riding Without a Permit."
"That's quite the sentence for just a bar fight. You must have angered the wrong person to get that much thrown at you." He muses before lifting her chin up.
The Warden' s clean shaven face stares intently into Aira's eyes. She glares up at him, her jaw clenching tight.
"That's the spirit. Such fire, such passion. Raised for the fight." He marvels, letting go of her chin and letting her hang.
Aira raises her head indignantly, staring down the well-dressed man before her. "Get it over with, I'm not like the old man, I don't have anything for you to further yourself along with your buddies, you snake."
"A bark as loud as her bite! Quite the opposite, my dear, the Lord Commander General has begun a new campaign against some upstarts in the North Territories and needs fresh troops. He would be most pleased were I to give him a donation of prisoners, far better for you to serve your sentence being used as opposed to rotting away in here, no?" He draws the last bit of his explanation out slowly, tasting the words as they drop out like a liquor.
"And if I say no?" Aira spits. "I don't think I feel like helping you."
"Oh, that's most unfortunate." He snaps his fingers, "But you should know by now, I have ways to make you say yes."
The chains around her neck grow taught as the collar pulls on her neck, dragging her to the ground. Her face smacks the wet stone, eliciting an audible grunt from her.
"I will give you one more chance before I begin." The Warden states, taking off his red coat. "I don't want to have to leave your blood on my boots, they may not be my best boots, but they are mine, nonetheless."
"Sorry to disappoint your cleaners." Aira spits back, "But I am not a pawn or puppet."
"No, you are not." The Warden chirps, "You're a bargaining chip." He cracks a whip he had hidden on him. The lash rakes across her back, cleaving right through her ragged clothing and digging into her flesh.
The scream comes out before she can bite down, grunting heavily through the pain. The streak burns; heat and blood stream out onto her back, soaking into the cloth. The sting radiates and swells. She tries to focus on her clenched fist, trying to ignore the pain.
"One." The Warden states before lashing out again.
Aira is prepared this time, but the sting pierces through her concentration. She grunts through gritted teeth, pushing against the restraints as best as she can. She tries to focus as much as possible on breathing slowly this time. Her back feels impossibly hot, as though it were on fire.
"Two." The Warden chimes, walking over to a table. "You may think to take my offer up at any time, but no. Not until I ask again." He walks back to Aira slowly, "Pray to any God you want, sanctioned or no." He stands over her, his boots occupying her entire view. "Do you believe in Ulrauche? Maybe Mura or Mara? If you don't believe in any…" He splashes her back with a red liquid, "maybe now is the time to pick one."
She can hear the wounds sizzle, but it takes a moment for the pain to register. Her mind lets loose in wild abandon, the pain arcs through her body like a wildfire as she thrashes against the chains holding her to the floor. She stops caring about the screams, she cries out until her voice is hoarse until the air in her lungs is depleted. Her whole body is on fire, the pain digging deeper into her and spreading like a virus. It's when the pain reaches her bones that she screeches like a banshee. The only thought is to erase the pain from the skull, try as she might she couldn't reach her face.
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I know something was off about the day the moment I wake up. Just a feeling of sorts, like the day masked soldiers stormed my home and dragged me and my wife screaming into a van. Those same masked soldiers entering my cell for God knows what.
I was prepared for this to happen. Running for President against the President for Life is a quick path to a short life, my wife told me. I didn't think they would drag her into this.
I raise my hands forward for the shackles. Instinct. The soldier slaps the cuffs on my wrists before pulling the chain. I'm meant to follow; I don't say a word, my jaw is still sore from the last time I was rebuked for speaking.
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