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The weather and the landscape were all so silent.
Sound couldn’t be heard from the point Cloy got on the bus to the point he got off. The air was musty, and the sea could be seen dark and hissing in the distance. It had been a long time since he’d been this alone; so out of the loop of professional or clinical duties. It was very strange; he wasn’t sure if enjoyed or was a bit repelled by it, but there was still something attractive about getting away from the daily stress of… daily stress.
He could see the house up a short path that seemed to be overgrown from some time of neglect, but, in spite of this, the path was pleasant. Trees nearly as tall as the building grew near it, Cloy felt they gave it a more welcoming appearance. It was like he was going on a trip to his grandmother’s house like he used to when he was younger, whose house was in a park in his old hometown. A large garden plot was on the right of this place, and a vacant doghouse and small grassy yard to the left. It didn’t appear to have any light fixtures; instead, it had several household lanterns which appeared they needed to be manually lit. The house was either purple or black, though Cloy couldn’t really tell due to the sun setting in the distance. It was a romantic sight from this spot… to see the sun set.
He walked onto the porch and gave the door a knocking, “Hello? Is anyone home?” He spoke out, “Are you home, Ms. Loran?" He realized the name and said to himself, "Huh, what a coincidence…" Loudly he stated, "My name is Robert Cloy. I’m from the local agency and we wanted to talk to you about your residence in this-” the door opened upon his second knock, “House?” He looked inside; the lights were off inside but he heard something coming towards him… getting closer from the sounds of it. “Hello?” He got out his flashlight and gave the specter a flash.
It was a large german shepard that was panting. It didn’t appear to be aggressive, and frankly looked happy to see Cloy. “Where’s your owner guy?” The dog became excited and ran outside- to its doghouse from the looks of it. “So much for that.”
Besides the pooch, the house seemed like it had been empty for quite some time. None of the things in the kitchen appear to have been used for a long while, and it looked like the dogbowl was just starting to run out of food- it was a wonder how it’s been pent up in here for so long without anyone, the poor thing. The living room couch and chairs were pretty dusty, and it didn’t look like the person gave this place a television or anything; only books, a dog, and their lonesome.
Cloy suddenly heard something coming from upstairs.
He walked up the case while placing his hand on his holstered pistol in case of the worst case scenario. He could hear the noise once again at the end of the hall on top of the stairwell; it seemed to be originating from inside a room there, which, if not for his light, would have been pitch black. Finally he’d reached the door and he could hear the noise coming exactly from inside.
“I’m not playing any games here, I’m coming in with a weapon so don't make any sudden moves!” He stated to the unknown noise. Entering the room, he flashed his light around searching for anybody. The noise had stopped now, but in the corner of the room there was someone. He flashed his light at a person who was sitting down, hunched over something in the corner. They were clearly dead.
After getting a closer look at the cadaver, quietly he said, “That’s not… that’s not fucking possible.”
Sitting in the corner of this room in the house on the hill was Patricia Loran, a fellow co-worker to Cloy who he’d known since he began. There were no markings of physical confrontation, or any indication that she’d done this to herself. It appeared she’d been dead for years, her very body was practically mummified to the point that it was indistinguishable, but Cloy knew it was her. A badge reaffirmed his suspicions, simply saying “Patricia Loran: Senior Investigator.”
“That can’t fucking be- I just… I just saw you two days ago- oh my god…” Cloy was baffled. Nobody told him she’d gone here before him. Why didn’t anybody there tell him that? Was this mission a joke? Did they know she’d be like this? No wonder there was the coincidence with the names. Even more pertinently, what did this to her? A human body isn’t capable of decomposing this way in the span of two days, let alone dying in that short amount of time. Nothing had caused any external injury to her, so he was unsure of the situation- he needed to go back and get answers and help.
Walking out the room door again, there was something making a noise again, but not like the noise from before. A constant buzzing sound was in both of Cloy’s ears. It was as if bees had gotten into his brain and kept flying around and stinging everything they could find. The sound kept escalating and escalating. He couldn’t help but pound his hands against his skull, which didn’t help with the sound but gave him a new pain which he preferred over the other.
The dog was downstairs looking up at him at the top. “What the fuck are you looking at?” The buzzing and pain in his head was making it so he couldn’t think straight. The hound simply barked at him, while panting happily. “Stop!”
It stopped.
He breathed heavily, finally free from that he descended down the stairs quickly so it wouldn’t come up again. The dog sat there looking as happily as ever. “I don’t know what your deal is but maybe you should come with me.” It just kept wagging its tail happily. The house was quiet again besides himself and the dog, and he walked to the door. He opened while keeping his gaze at the dog and motioned the dog to come with him, it went through and he did too.
He noticed the house was still around him. He could see the kitchen and the stairwell and the living room he’d just seen only ten minutes ago and just walked past a second ago. The dog ran into the living room and lied down while he stood there motionlessly.
There was a document on the ground… one of the papers from his work. It said:
Cloy,
We need you to check out this house out near the coast. It’s marked as abandoned but from what we’ve uncovered someone named Loran has taken up residence in the place. That shouldn’t be the case. Go sort the matter out.
The ink on the page began running off. More ink then was on the page was starting to form a puddle of ink on the floor. He went through the door again.
He was back in the house. The ink was gone. The dog was gone. The walls he could see with his light were twisted and warped into a mess of paint and splintered wood. The kitchen was littered with broken cups and plates, and the living room was covered in pages of old fiction novels. The previously covered windows were now not; from the living room, through the window, Robert could see into the kitchen, and likewise with the kitchen into the living room; he still couldn't see the canine. He made his way for the back door past the stairs and practically knocked it down.
This exit was not an exit.
Robert began to get desperate. Quickly, he took a large tool used for tending the fireplace and swung it against one of the wooden walls, which proved to chop through them quite easily. As he kept swinging to break through the structure, one swing hit something that felt different; he could hear a sudden yelp.
Upon removing the wooden panels, a german shepard could be seen inside the wall, as if it were fused into it. "What?" I… how?" His tool had landed in the middle of the hound's head. "I… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean… I didn't want to…"
The dog's split head began moving and said, "I see."
"What the fuck?" Robert backed away quickly.
The dog laughed mockingly at him, "Robby. Remember last time? You never seem to." Tendrils began appearing in the split between the dogs face.
Robby was thinking of running, but instead asked it something, "Why are you doing this? Is this whole shit your doing? Are you the one who killed Patricia!?"
"I haven't done a thing." It emerged from the wall, and now possessed a more humanoid body except for its still-split head. Run Robby. He went to the door and headed through, still entering the same house he'd seen time and time again; the wall was still broken, but the being was in the previous house.
He climbed the stairs as fast as he could, but he felt so weak. Climb Robby. His light began dimming more and more, and the stairs seemed practically an endless dark ascent. He could hear the beast below him, near him, behind him. He reached the hallway. Robby… He ran to the door and looked behind him. A dog sat there happily wagging its tail at him.
"Who are you?" He asked.
It replied solemnly, "It doesn't matter. We appreciate your help."
He opened the door and closed it as fast as his weakened arms could.
Walking to the corner, he saw that the remains of Patricia Loran had all but turned to dust. "I'm… I'm sorry Loran." He crawled near where she was and waited. Robby waited. He waited for what seemed like days. His body felt skinny and dry, and he felt like he was very close.
He heard something downstairs. The dog was barking down there once again, and there was a voice. It was the voice of a woman. He recognized the voice.
"Mr. Cloy? I'm from the local agency; I wanted to talk to you about your house."
We look forward to seeing you next time, Mr. Cloy.
This is a tab for my various ideas that I may or may not try to hinge into reality as we know it. I don't know… we'll see :l
An item or creature of some kind- perhaps a robot- who always has the idea that he'll destroy the world. The unique factor is that he always claims he's going to destroy it tomorrow, but he always forgets to ready himself and decides he'll do it the next day still; this continues on nearly infinitely as long as no fucking stupid personnel give him the motivation and remembrance to do so.
A monster based on a Philippines myth known as the "Tiktik." When it's far away from you, it sounds like it's very loud, when it's close to you, it's quiet.
A tale about a guy who's in a coma or something idk lol
Several helmets that, when placed on a persons head, causes individuals to do "quests" or "grind." After a certain point these persons will "level up" causing heavy physical alterations to their body as well as making them very anomalous figures. IE: Killing about ten animals "near your level" causes you to level; human kills give 3 times as much EXP. People with "levels" from killing creatures or doing the quests will have the numbers implanted on their foreheads. Individuals who possess a level higher than 10 cannot be killed by normal means- they can't be killed easily with guns and such and at level 20 it's possible for these persons to survive mass explosions.
A structure found on Ganymede that is identified as an exact 1:1 replica of Site 19, including a portion of the skips that happen to be in Site 19.
A phenomenon that causes old and classic books to re-release in stores that causes individuals to perceive them as newly released literature.
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Item #: SCP-YYYY
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The building SCP-YYYY resides in has been permanently quarantined with the guise of toxic chemical leakage. Access to SCP-YYYY is to be locked at all times and two guards are stationed to patrol designated sections of the building at scheduled periods. An automated ventilation system will empty out the space of all chemical fumes bi-monthly.
Description: SCP-YYYY is a 10 x 12 m locker room with an attached bathroom and single-celled office space; built into the ████████ baseball stadium in 1966 before the stadium's closure in 1986. Several mementos to The ████████ baseball team, uniforms with various numbers, and a photo of the interior were initially retrieved inside. Light fixtures present on the ceiling are still operational to a certain extent, occasionally turning off due to unknown static interference.
SCP-YYYY is internally layered with what appears to be standard building concrete, but is unaffected by all forms of physical damage or eroding. All entrances have been sealed with this same material with the exception of a steel-vault door on the south-most side. Metal present in the door matches the properties of the concrete material and will not rust despite the constant presence of gaseous saturation in the room consisting of Kerosene and [DATA EXPUNGED]; the origins of these vapors are unknown. Both materials possess a form of sound dampening, effectively making the space soundproof when completely closed.
When at least two human subjects are present in the center area of SCP-YYYY, or one subject remains in the room for approximately ten minutes, an instantaneous phenomenon will occur causing the entrance to the chamber to seal and all access in or out to become impossible. Soon after this event begins, electronic devices within a 15 meter proximity to SCP-YYYY will experience malfunctions at various degrees, while signal-outputting devices inside the room completely cease response.
The average duration of this event is inconsistent but has always lasted no longer than 30 minutes and is marked by the opening of the entrance. When the phenomenon completes, subjects that were previously inside and an assortment of items on their possession will have disappeared with no identifiable trace.
Addendum: Current hypothesis suggests that SCP-YYYY disposes of items based on their relevance of information to its anomalous properties, but this is purely speculation.
Due to the incredibly vague nature of SCP-YYYY and, moreover, the inaccessibility of collecting information based on it, all future research involving human subjects has been discontinued. ~Co-director Marley Malville of Site 339.
A documented exchange between Site 339 Administrator Hon Malville and 7th Degree Researcher of Foundation Reality Division, Leone ██████, recorded on November 7th, 2017.
Extraneous conversation removed.
Researcher ██████: But that segways into what I wanted to bring up originally. I need to talk to you about the documentation regarding SCP-YYYY.
Admin. Malville: What about it?
Researcher ██████: Aside from it being not quite up to par for record's sake, I've heard you're the one who wrote the original document.
Admin. Malville: I am, and what exactly do you mean, "Not up to par?" What the hell is wrong with it?
Researcher ██████: With all due respect, when I say up to par, I mean actual background studies done on the item. There could be additional strategies that we've yet to implement when it comes to information regarding the item. Not to mention just leaving the room in the area that it resides instead of moving it somewhere saf-
Admin. Malville: It won't be moved.
Researcher ██████: What?
Admin. Malville: There won't be any "additional" research for it. Ever. Is that clear?
Researcher ██████: I don't understand. Why not?
Admin. Malville: Because that's a fucking order and if you don't follow it bad things are going to happen to you. Is that crystal clear now? Have I gotten the idea across?
Researcher ██████: I'm… sorry Administrator. I didn't mean to offend.
Admin. Malville: Well I apologize too. I was one of the few who actually went into the room, you know? It's a sensitive subject for me personally.
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Safe (Neutralization Scheduled)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX will be placed in a locked safe-storage container in Site-19. Only Level 2 Clearanced personnel will be allowed access to the item's containment; and interaction must be approved by site administrators via signed acceptance documentation.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 1 x 1.6 meter blanket made up primarily of wool and polyester; it possesses a cross-pattern of multicolored squares as well as patterns featuring items sewn in the middle of these squares- the items that appear vary from person to person. Items seen on SCP-XXXX will always hold a form of value to the individual perceiving them, whether it be moral, memorable, or monetary.
When a subject touches any item on the object, that specific item will be forced out of the fabric; instances have conclusively remained non-anomalous; however, any item obtained from SCP-XXXX will observably deteriorate after twelve hours until it is completely non-existent.
Item Obtained | Events |
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A 1988 bronze watch. | D-8823 states this item is the same watch their grandfather gifted to them on their 18th birthday. Item was confiscated and ran through tests to determine its properties, but was confirmed to be materialistically identical to watches created by the same manufacturer. After twelve hours the bronze began to rust off and decay until after approximately ten minutes it was completely dissipated. |
A Jonagold apple. | D-67R67 claimed he was hungry. The item was, again, physically identical to an apple of the same type. Research personnel allowed D-67R67 to consume the item. During the digestive period, item apparently began to rot inside the subject's stomach until its contents had completely vanished. Subject asked to reuse SCP-XXXX. |
A two-year old Dalmatian. | C-57M3 states this the same dog he buried just a week ago. Specimen was animate and recognized the subject. Request to take the specimen home was denied. |
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Addendum: Several researchers of Site-19 believe that continued use of SCP-XXXX more than once may be deleterious to the mental state of subjects, therefore personnel are advised to only use it once.
SCP-XXXX will be undergoing neutralization due to foreseeable XK-Class events as a result of the item's anomaly.
Item #: SCP-9999
Object Class: Euclid Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The item is to be kept in Site-██ and stored in an easily accessible storage containment room. All researchers at Site-██ are to be informed how to manually operate SCP-9999, now in requirement with Regulation 8-A of the site, and any new researchers are to be tested to the potential of their memories. Only personnel reaching a minimum of thirty-five series will be admitted into Site-██.
When active, SCP-9999 is to be operated with using a pre-programmed point-click drone. The drone will detect changes in the object’s patterns and interact with it accordingly. In the event of a site blackout, override, or system malfunction of any kind, research personnel are to stand by to operate SCP-9999 until the end of its active state.
Administrator's Note: To avoid another mishap, recorded video footage of the object is to be available at all times to all personnel interacting with it.
Description: SCP-9999 is an electronic cuboid black and yellow toy, similar in appearance and function to the popular memory skill game, “Simon.1" SCP-9999, as opposed to other toys utilizing memorization, features a quadrilateral nine-button light-up board with each button presenting a different color and sound when interacted with. The object’s power button has been forcibly removed, and volume and brightness slider switches have been permanently set into the max positions. Accessing the interior of SCP-9999 is impossible due to its seemingly impenetrable exterior, regardless of the fact that the item is composed of a standard form of manufactured plastic.
SCP-9999 will anomalously enter active states at random intervals throughout the year, with the shortest time between active states being three hours and longest time being (approx.) four months, respectively. At the beginning of this period, SCP-9999 will present one of two outcomes, each possessing an equal chance of likelihood:
- When the object’s display shows an O, buttons will light up and need to be pressed in the order that they appeared in. If the wrong button is pressed or 120 seconds pass before any individual button is pressed, the object enters a failed state and transmits SCP-9999-O.
- When the object displays an X, the goal is to hit any button other than the pattern of buttons that appear. If one of the buttons has been pressed in the ordered time that it appeared in or 120 seconds pass before a button is pressed, the object enters a failed state and transmits SCP-9999-X.
Subjects affected by SCP-9999-O are observed to be unable to recognize and remember patterns in whatever form they take; particularly things such as numbers, alphabets, the time of day and even the typical ways they speak. Persons affected by -O are observed to be exceptionally skilled at future attempts at the O position of the item far exceeding the average human capability; however, these persons will refuse to attempt the X position.
SCP-9999-X causes subjects to be unable to recognize and remember anything that doesn’t fall into a pattern; persons affected by this are observed to be incapable of remembering things such as their place of birth, important events in their lives, their names, and a multitude of traits that characterize them individually. Just as with -O, -X causes individuals to be exceptional at solving the X position of SCP-9999, but will decline attempting to solve the O position.
Subjects affected by either SCP-9999-O or X will gradually worsen from the time they originally failed until the individual becomes essentially incoherent in one category or the other. The use of any kind of amnestics has thus far proven ineffective. On initial retrieval, the object would remain in its active state for seven rounds, and every subsequent completion or incompletion would add another series of patterns to it; today, the object’s active state lasts for 167 rounds, and this number continues to rise with each activation. Efforts to reset or deactivate the object permanently have remained ineffective.
ALL INFORMATION RELATING TO SCP-2449 IS TO NOT BE DISCLOSED BETWEEN 4 AM THROUGH 11 PM ON ANY TUESDAY. FOUNDATION PERSONNEL FOUND DISREGARDING THIS RULE WILL BE SUBJECT TO DEMOTION AND/OR TERMINATION.
Director's Note
To the ladies and gentlemen who might be reading this: I sincerely hope you take everything being said here seriously. We've been researching the activity of these beings and the rate at which they appear is in fact directly affected by the phrase that appears on SCP-2449 and even the information given about it. As a precaution the phrase is made confidential to document viewers, but please keep in mind that reading of this document can still effectively create more of these things.
If you read this disregarding the regulation, you are to blame for losses that might happen as a result.
Item #: SCP-2449
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2449 is to be sealed in a 10 x 12 cm tempered titanium crate. Beginning at 2:30 AM all soldiers must be present in Area ██ for Q-R Operations, optimizing facility defenses and preparing for engagement. All instances of SCP-2449-A that appear in the facility are to be destroyed and not allowed to make contact with the object. In the event any beings are capable of making contact with the object, the facility is to be quarantined for the remainder of the period and additional reinforcements are to be posted outside of area perimeters to avoid a G-Class Epidemic.
Description: The item is a small black composition-brand notebook with the words, [REDACTED] crudely scribbled down on every page, as well as various passages possibly written from the original owner.2 Attempts to destroy SCP-2449 through normal means remain futile: every time the object is destroyed, the closest nearby notebook has the words instantaneously engraved into its pages and the object then gains the same anomalous effects as the former- this function is not limited by range. Its anomaly remains dormant until after approximately 4:11 AM on any Tuesday; after this period, 2449-A entities begin to appear. On Tuesday exclusively, every time the phrase is read out loud, there is a 100% chance of 2449-A spawning; if reading information regarding 2449, there's an estimated 30% 60% chance of spawning.
SCP-2449-A are reptilian-like humanoids that appear diverse in size, physical strength, and are often capable of anomalous abilities.3 These beings have been conclusively non-sentient, but the presence of some form of intelligence has not been refuted. At approximately 4:11 AM, 2449-A beings spontaneously appear in random areas, but all instances retain a relatively close proximity to 2449.4 All instances of 2449-A have shown an inherent nature to find SCP-2449 through any means necessary- and if successful- are henceforth referred to as 2449-B.
SCP-2449-B is identical to its appearance as 2449-A; however, it gains the ability to create even more specimens of 2449-A that have the new initiative to effectively hunt and kill as many living creatures as they can (not restricted to humans). This effect seems limited in capability, but deadly enough to be considered a threat to even the most effective of task forces. 2449-B gains an increase to its flexibility, speed, strength, and evidence suggests even its intelligence as a result from clutching SCP-2449. Though it isn't impossible to effectively destroy 2449-B, it has proven to be an arduous effort.
Addendum: RE-1
Incident 1: At the first known occurrence of this anomaly, a 2449-A being was encountered by the item's proposed original owner, █████ ███████, on December ██, 20██. Though only a fraction of the size of other documented 2449-A variations, the witness claims it held the same unusual interest in SCP-2449 (At this time, the object was not in Foundation databases). Over the course of the next three hours, several dozen more of these "infantile" versions were entering the home of the witness. Authorities were contacted and, consequently, Foundation agents were informed.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-1 is not currently containable. The area the object is located in is under restriction to the public; all individuals caught in the act of jeopardizing SCP-XXXX-1’s location and/or containment are to be taken in for interrogation of their involvement and given amnestics pending perimeter administrator's approval.
SCP-XXXX-2 is to be kept in a secure medical institution until further notice. Exclusively Agent ████ and on-site medical staff are allowed contact with XXXX-2, and must adhere to regulations regarding the subject’s mental status. In the event the subject begins to communicate ideas regarding SCP-XXXX-1, these conversations are to be documented for future understanding of the item and its origins.
Manuscripts XXXX-PC-2 original copies 1 through 6 are located in Site 77; only Level 2 clearances are authorized access to their contents.5
Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is a spherical object of indeterminate size and shape ship-like object floating 40 meters off the ground planted by a large spherical anchor that is located approximately ██ miles from ████████, █████. Reports have confirmed that SCP-XXXX-1 is externally invisible due to unknown methods, and liquids/materials that would otherwise cause pigment alteration roll off with no resistance due to its unknown surface material. XXXX-1 features no clear entrance and efforts to physically damage it have proven unsuccessful. On May 7, 2006, SCP-XXXX-1 displayed signs of activity; this motion continued for several hours causing collateral damage to the nearby forest until the object finally ceased movement and, consequently, became visible. The object originally implied to be SCP-XXXX-1 was shown to be a non-anomalous weight holding down a floating vessel; this vessel appears as an 18th century naval ship made of teakwood with widened black sails, but this is believed to be a form of camouflage due to the structures metallic texture.
Item #: SCP-2E3-J
Object Class: Keter Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures:SCP-2E3-J is to be contained in a 3 x 3 x 3 ft lithium crate that is to be sealed with three digitally locking mechanisms. Three personnel are to monitor the container for three hours, then replaced by three new personnel receiving three minutes to be in the room. Personnel must be in possession of three items during time of watch and are required to wear identical uniforms.
Instances of SCP-2E3-J-A through C that appear are to be terminated through the use of three 3 gauge shotgun rounds. In the event of a C-entity containment breach, three alarms are to be sounded in Site-333 and all 333 personnel are to be evacuated in thirds three times as per protocol 33-3 put into effect by O3-3.
SCP-2E3-J is no longer functional.
Description: The item is a USB flash drive with the phrase 2E3 engraved onto it. The item was originally given to Foundation administrators in 2013 by its creator █████ ██████. All attempts to inspect what data might be found on SCP-2E3-J have been inconclusive due to the nature of the item. The object is completely animate, and possesses anomalous abilities related to the data that is stored on it.
When any organism enters a 10 inch (open) radius of the object, a specimen of SCP-2E3-J-A, B, or C will materialize in a nearby position. (Footnote) Each specimen appears and interacts differently:
- SCP-2E3-J-A is a tan arthropod that instinctively attempts to latch itself onto a human cranium; generally slow but can leap with high velocity.
- SCP-2E3-J-B is visually and instinctively similar to -A, but commands thinner limbs and moves at a much faster rate.
- SCP-2E3-J-C is a charcoal-colored arthropod similar in structure to -B, but with the added trait to utilize radiation toxic appendages.
- SCP-2E3-J-D is visually identical to -A, but has been confirmed to be docile. Specimen has currently escaped container and searches for it are ongoing.
Persons who attempt to make contact with SCP-2E3-J will cause the item will move out of range. It is known to be capable of ethereal abilities, and will shift into most solid objects; however, certain metals such as Lithium, Magnesium, and [REDACTED] are incapable of being phased into. Personnel claim they are still unable to make contact with the item, as it keeps moving away even with the introduction of barriers; this has confirmed to be the item itself distorting nearby persons' perceptions.
The object also grows in activity based on its imagery of nearby occurrences of the number 3; when there is an insufficient amount of reoccurring "3's," the object will begin to materialize various humanoid entities. These entities are equipped in what appears to be white soldier uniforms, red center-view helmets, and various weapons such as shotguns, pistols, and a form of energy rifles. These entities are extremely hostile and to be terminated by on-grounds patrolmen, or the site evacuated via approval of site administrator.
Addendum: Foundation Agent Thompson was able to engage in an interview with a known colleague of the creator: Joey █ ████████.
Joey █ ████████ is brought into Site 333 claiming to know information about the item. They are shown an image of SCP-2E3-J.
Agent Thompson: Do you recognize this?
Joey: Oh that that's Mr. ██████'s flash drive. I bet that has the game on it… and probably other shit too…
Agent Thompson: The game?
Joey: Yeah you know; ████ ████. Say did you guys happen to see Lamarr come out of that thing? He's a rambunctious little guy.
Agent Thompson: You knew about this thing being able to make beings just appear?
Joey: Well yeah, everyone in the company knows about that.
Agent Thompson: Why does the item seem so obsessed with the number three? We've lost a lot of men just to that factor alone.
Joey: I don't know. █████ has a fucked up sense of humor. Might have to do with the memes.
Agent Thompson: It's memetic?
Joey: Sure buddy. I don't really know why he gave it to you guys; although I'm assuming he probably wants to just make the game in a different engine or something. Can you bring me to it? I'm sure I could probably make the thing work properly.
Mr. ████████ is allowed access to Site 333 to interact with SCP-2E3-J by approval of the site administrator.
Mr. ████████ appears to make physical contact with the item, and removes it temporarily from its containment; no entities spawn during this time and he inserts the object into a laptop.
Joey: Let's see what the big deal is about…
He stands gazing at the computer for a short amount of time before appearing visibly agitated.
Joey: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE MAN NOT THIS AGAIN.
Mr. ████████ throws the object on the floor, causing it to break into many parts upon impact.
Agent Thompson: Why the hell did you do that!?
Joey: IT'S A FUCKING RICK ROLL VIDEO.
Joey █ ████████ was given amnesics and Site 333 has been permanently disbanded. Efforts to locate █████ ██████ for termination has thus far been unsuccessful.
**Item #:** SCP-XXXX
**Object Class:** Keter
**Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-XXXX will be placed in a Class Ω storage container in Site 84 until further notice. Objects contaminated by the anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX within either Stage 1 or 2 will be brought to SCP-XXXX for decontamination.
Discovered objects contaminated with SCP-XXXX-1 whilst in the first identified stage of the phenomenon are to be isolated from all other items of identical material //or similar make// and brought to the nearest Foundation Site available for processing and delivery to Site 84. Items are to be handled with extreme care and consideration to the contagious nature of SCP-XXXX-1; in the event of multiple contaminated items due to reported personnel negligence, suspension or termination may be authorized. Objects in the second stage of this phenomenon are to be disassembled or broken up into several parts to be isolated; in cases where the object is inferred to be nearing metamorphosis into SCP-XXXX-2, personnel are authorized to destroy said object.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are to be identified and terminated as soon as possible. Objects further contaminated by SCP-XXXX-2 need to be recognized and undergo the same process within 36 hours.
Due to the seemingly random nature of spontaneous contamination as a result of SCP-XXXX, the region surrounding where SCP-XXXX has been present is to be monitored often and rumors related to the anomaly investigated.
> __Site Administrator Note - ██/█/████:__ In the event of a containment breach of SCP-XXXX due to "repositioning" by SCP-XXXX-2 entities, MTF Ω-21 ("Followers") are to be deployed and re-secure the artifact as soon as possible; SCP-XXXX-2 instances and local residents are NOT allowed to leave the perimeter of the region until containment of of the item is successful.