Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently stored within a safe secure locker at Site-██. As long as protocol is strictly observed, no additional security measures for the object is required.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a pair of prescription corrective spectacles. It has a blue frame made of a metal of unknown origin, with negative meniscus lenses 50mm thick at its normal state. The object was formerly in the possession of an optometrist named Dr. ████████ H█████ (also assumed to be its creator) until his death due to terminal cancer of the colon. The object was immediately secured from his residence and transferred to Foundation custody, with an identical copy substituted in its place.
When worn by a person with normal or emmetropic vision, the object does not manifest any anomalous behavior. However, when utilized by a visually impaired subject, the object exhibits an ability to manipulate its lenses in order to accommodate the condition of the current user, as detailed in Experiment Log XXXX-1. When asked about the effects brought about by the usage of SCP-XXXX, subjects report that, while the spectacles, barring its aforementioned shifting abilities, functioned normally for them, they were occasionally able to see various strings of incoherent text manifested on flat surfaces within a radius of 2 meters. Said text, however, promptly vanishes after discontinuing usage of the object. Subject's reports also stated that the location and content of the text also varied with every use.
The object also demonstrates the ability to regenerate parts that have been detached from the frame, though the method by which the material is produced, as well as the nature of the material itself, is as of yet unconfirmed. It has been theorized that the object can also reproduce its lenses in case of breakage, though no results can be obtained at present for fear of irreversibly damaging SCP-XXXX.
Experiment Log XXXX-1
Subject: 18-year old American male, with a case of hyperopia.
Notes: SCP-XXXX manifested biconvex lenses. Reported instances of the words "dark," "blind," and "failure." No other anomalous effects recorded.
Subject: 45-year old female, of Korean descent, with a case of presbyopia.
Notes: SCP-XXXX manifested bifocal lenses. Reported instances of the words "scenery," "promise," and "colors," in Korean script. Through this improvement, it has been stipulated that the text created by the object also has the ability to conform to the language/script that the subject is most comfortable with.
Subject: 29-year old male of indeterminate descent, illiterate, myopic.
Notes: SCP-XXXX manifested biconcave lenses. Despite being unable to read, the subject was somehow capable of understanding the text manifested by the spectacles, namely, "apology," "love," "cruel," and "father."
Subject: 23-year old American female, blind from a young age due to illness, identified to be Dr. H█████'s daughter.
Notes: SCP-XXXX manifested thin lenses, around 3.6mm at the center. No text was manifested, but subject reports to have heard a voice identified as belonging to Dr. H█████. Subsequent uses of SCP-XXXX by the subject yielded no more instances of the message. Subject reports that her father is now "at peace," and that they have parted on good terms. Subject willingly surrenders the object to the Foundation's custody, stating that the message was "all that she needed."
The transcript of the message is enclosed in Addendum XXXX-1, as dictated by the subject upon the request of the head researcher.
Addendum XXXX-1: Dictated transcript of Dr. H█████'s message
My dearest Grace,
If you're seeing this, then I'm glad to find that they worked. Gracie, I want to start with an apology to you. I'm sorry I've been an utter failure of a father to you.
The doctor said I've only got three months to go. Maybe by the time you find this, I'm already off. That is, if this ever gets to you. How long has it been since I last wrote home? I'm sure you've grown into a beautiful young lady by now, like your mother. I've lost count of the years. In my job, I don't really have the luxury to count.
I remember the times I failed you over and over. Your piano recital I told you I'll definitely attend? I broke that promise. Take you to the the resort? I broke that promise too. Take you to your favorite singer's concert? I also broke that promise. Remember I told you I won't ever leave you and your mom? Yeah, I broke that promise too.
And then you asked me what the world out there was like.
So I made this little gift for you. I would've so loved to look at this world again with you, but the time I have won't really let me, so this little message will have to do for me. A parting gift, you could say—one promise fulfilled on top of all the ones I broke.
Gracie, please look around and tell me what you see now. The city skyline? The seashore? A sunset scenery? Our old house? It's colorful, isn't it? I've always thought so. Though lately I haven't stopped to think about it.
You'll get used to that beauty soon enough. I'll have to tell you, though, that soon this colorfulness will fade away. Soon, you'll be seeing the ugly shades, the sickly tints, the lurid contrasts. Soon you'll be seeing that much of the erstwhile prettiness are nothing but a mask over the grisly realities beneath it. Soon you'll be seeing that much of the beauty you once saw were just constructs made to lure you in. Soon you might even begin to ask, "is everything really worth the effort seeing?"
And yes, they are.
You know, some people possess sight yet are utterly incapable of really seeing, judging things by their face value and nothing beyond. Some are the very opposite. You're one among the latter, so I made this gift for you. I give this to you not merely to see and enjoy the sceneries the world has to offer, but to look past it and grow beyond it: to take in everything you can from it be they good or bad, for one cannot relish the beauty of this life while only looking at the good parts. You need to take to heart everything that the skyline, the seashore, and the sunsets can teach you, and you'll come out wiser than all of them.
And remember this: keep your eyes ahead—don't look away. Because no matter how cruel, unforgiving, or grim this world may be, it's still a world worth fighting to see.
All the love in the world,
Your father
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently enclosed within a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-4006. Personnel cleared to enter the enclosure's premises, such as researchers and utility personnel, are to be equipped with standard protective gear to avoid inhalation of the object's spores. In case of spore inhalation, the afflicted is to be swiftly removed from the chamber and sent to the site infirmary for immediate treatment.
Due to the general docility of the object, the threat of a containment breach is unlikely. However, in such an event, tranquilizer rounds targeted at SCP-XXXX-1 have proved sufficient for temporarily incapacitating the object until containment procedures are reestablished.
Site command has approved thirty (30) minutes of supervised interaction with an assigned Foundation researcher, every week as a reward for cooperative behavior, as well as toys that have been inspected and cleared by the senior researcher currently assigned to the object.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a handmade light-green knitted sweater made of a fiber which has been identified as a yet-unknown species of filamentous fungus. The name "Charles" is embroidered in yellow with the same fiber on the front of the garment. SCP-XXXX-1, meanwhile, is the corpse of a male child of Southeast Asian descent, around █ to ██ years of age, upon which SCP-XXXX is attached, which, due to reasons still under investigation, does not yet exhibit any sign of decomposition.
Despite SCP-XXXX-1 being in a perpetual state of coma, it appears that SCP-XXXX can utilize the former's body to navigate and interact with its surroundings. It also appears to possess sapience, though researchers have theorized that its intelligence is only approximately equal to that which SCP-XXXX-1 possessed in life, as demonstrated by tests conducted on the object. It appears to be able to understand human speech, and communicates with researchers through its limited knowledge of basic American Sign Language. It exhibits a cheerful, excitable, attitude in interviews, and appears to consider itself an identity completely independent of its human host. However, when feeling especially strong emotions such as sadness, irritation, or extreme happiness, it tends to release dark green clouds of spores, which have been tested and proven highly toxic when inhaled.
It has also made a few accidental references to a person it calls "Grandma," but refuses to elaborate when pressed on this detail, and lapses into uncooperative behavior as a result. It also displays hostility when confronted about its host's current state, and would attack nearby entities by releasing large amounts of spores.
Addendum XXXX-A
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. U████ Washington, project head
Foreword: An transcribed excerpt of the interview conducted with SCP-XXXX shortly after its extraction.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Washington: Hello. How are you feeling today?
SCP-XXXX: [releases an abrupt burst of spores] Hello! It's a bit hot, but I'm fine! Nice to meet you! What's your name?
Dr. Washington: You can call me Dr. Washington. And yours?
SCP-XXXX: Mine? I don't have a name! Funguses, they don't have names! This boy does, though! He's Charles! He's a good boy! He's a bit too quiet, but he's my friend!
Dr. Washington: Is that so? How long have you been with your friend?
SCP-XXXX: Can't remember! But it's not long ago! Grandma, she sent me to him! She told me to keep him from being, what did she call it? [pauses, trying to recall something] Ah! Lonely. She said to keep him from being lonely! I don't know what that is, but that's what she told me! She loved Charles a lot, see?
Dr. Washington: Who is this "Grandma" you're referring to?
SCP-XXXX: Charles's, of course! Who else? She made me, see!
Dr. Washington: Made you?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, [pauses again, as if hesitating to elaborate] But that's not important, see! When I met Charles, he was really, really different!
Dr. Washington: Would you mind returning to this "Grandma" you've mentioned—
SCP-XXXX: [releases a significantly thicker spore cloud] It's not important, it's not important, not important! I was just about to tell you about when I met Charles!
Dr. Washington: Yes, please do that, then.
SCP-XXXX: He was a really, really loud boy! He was always shouting! He totally didn't want to put me on, see? At first I was sad because of that! Grandma—I mean, I was made especially for him, and he doesn't want to wear me, surely you see why I didn't like him at first!
Dr. Washington: Yes, and?
SCP-XXXX: He kept yelling, "Stop it! It's painful! It's painful!" How rude! I got really angry when he said that! So I made him quiet, see? But now, look at him! He's quite the angel! Now we're friends! I'm not angry at him anymore!
Dr. Washington: You … probably don't realize that Charles is, um, dead?
SCP-XXXX: [pauses, appears to be shocked at Dr. Washington's previous statement]
Dr. Washington: Hello?
SCP-XXXX: [appears to have regained composure] He's not dead, you silly! Look! [lifts and waves SCP-XXXX-1's arm] He's just real quiet! He's one of them shy people, see? He can't be dead.
Dr. Washington: We've checked him, he doesn't have a heartbeat anymore. I don't know why he isn't decaying yet, but he's dead.
SCP-XXXX: He's not dead! He can't be dead! I told you! Look! Look! He can't be dead, stupid! I didn't kill him! Grandma would be very, very angry if I did! So he's not dead, okay? He's not!
[The room is filled with SCP-XXXX's spores, forcing Dr. Washington and junior researchers to vacate the premises.]
<End Log>
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently contained within Provisional Containment Area-6438. Due to the behavior exhibited by the object when conscious, it is to be kept in a sustained medically-induced coma. A 2-km radius centered on SCP-XXXX has been cleared of human activity and barricaded to prevent entry of unwarranted parties.
The circumference of Area-6438 must be scanned by no less than two (2) patrol teams on a daily basis for any signs of awakening. Should such be detected, it is to be reported without delay to the senior researcher in charge of the object.
In the event of a complete awakening, maximum priority is to be placed on the evacuation of non-combatant personnel. A rapid response team is to be deployed to Area-6438 to incapacitate and tranquilize the object. Due to such an event being liable to compromise secrecy and public safety, termination of the object will be required.
At the moment, methods of efficient, long-term incapacitation and containment are continually being devised.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a network of 3 12 144 approximately 1700 organically interconnected instances occupying an area of 628 m2. Individual instances resemble the upper torso of an adolescent human female of indeterminate descent, each fused to its "parent" instance at a point on its body. The mass of the object, along with the intricacy of the network, has rendered it incapable of locomotion. The instances are observed to exhibit severe hostility toward personnel and other SCP-XXXX instances.
The object’s intrinsic anomalous properties are demonstrated when sufficient physical trauma (the observed minimum being 30 cm in length) is inflicted upon any of its instances. After an average of 30 seconds, an identical new SCP-XXXX instance will emerge from the wound. Due to the cannibalistic tendency of the object, the wounds the instances inflict upon each other also inadvertently produce new SCP-XXXX instances.
Currently, Area-6438 has reported ██ awakening incidents, all of which have been partial and were neutralized with no major casualties.
Addendum XXXX-1: Circumstances of Acquisition
The existence of SCP-XXXX has been brought to the Foundation’s attention due to gathered reports concerning Global Occult Coalition surveillance on a traveling circus known as "Trevor Trilby's Traveling Troupe," which has been flagged for purported anomalous activity. The Foundation swiftly mobilized a response team in an effort to intercept any hostile action from Coalition operatives as well as to facilitate the containment of the object.
As per available intelligence on GOC activity, the termination mission was commenced at 1300 hours on ██/██/██. A 35-minute crossfire ensued between GOC strike teams and Foundation personnel before the perimeters of the location were secured, resulting in ██ casualties and bringing about the object's current state. Noncombatant personnel including circus staff were administered Class B amnestics after the incident.
Since conventional containment methods are unfeasible due to the object’s size, the immediate vicinity of the area was converted into a provisional containment site (Area-6438) with approval from the national government. A cover story has been published by the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) to prevent a breach of secrecy, foisting the incident as a military exercise.
During cleanup, a voice recorder was discovered among the effects of a GOC operative killed in action during SCP-XXXX's extraction (See Addendum XXXX-2). The body's torso seems to have been severed, and was only identified through a locket discovered on the operative's person, which carried a miniature photograph of SCP-XXXX.
Addendum XXXX-2: Transcript of Recording Discovered On-Site
The following is a transcript of a recording found during the aftermath of the extraction operation. Analyses show that the recorder belonged to a GOC operative under the alias "Greyhound" previously tasked with the surveillance of SCP-XXXX. Said agent has been found to be among the incident's casualties.
<Begin Log>
I’m sorry. I just want to give a proper goodbye. I know you won't ever hear this, but this is for me. To help me move on. To clear my conscience.
Whenever I look up at a rainy sky, I swear, I swear I remember you. Your eyes sparkled with the starlight that the clouds in the heavens hid, your smile as bright as the sun cloaked by the ash-gray of the storm. You were a blooming flower of purity in a barren ocean of filth. I always wanted to tell you how I cherished you. No guts.
I’m sorry. I’m getting poetic again.
[unintelligible]
The voice is calling my name.
I haven't stayed that long in the business, and I … I haven't met a lot yet, but you were - how do I put it - one of a kind. Making people happy has sort of become as natural as breathing to you, hasn't it? You always, uh, drew in crowds of people dying to see you sing and dance with the freakish creatures that sprouted from your back. “Flo” and “Mo,” huh. You’d tell everyone they were really clever animatronic props—with a soft, gentle, but confident laughter, and move on. Heh. You were never a good liar, were you?
I loved your clumsiness. You’d often toss a nervous look in my direction, and then avert your eyes with blushing cheeks when I catch you doing so. Ah, memories. So sweet, so painful.
The voice called again.
We quarrel, like, a lot—and when we do, you'd go on not talking to me for days on end. Remember when I misplaced the locket you saved up for just to give me? You threatened me with your "robot" friends, saying you'd tell them to rip me up in half. You look so cute when you're ranting at me. You'd shout a lot, but in the end we'd make up, and once again become as sweet as ever. I loved you for that.
[unintelligible]
Pesky fucking voices. Won't go away. Won't leave me alone.
I guess it was already too late when I realized that you’ve become more than just a beautiful stranger of the big top. You’ve come to possess a comforting warmth in your embrace. Your eyes never dimmed—they would always look straight at me, as if firmly saying, “It’ll be fine!” with your arms wrapped around me so tight I could break. I loved them. I love you…
Because those eyes … your eyes … gave me the delusion that I could still be saved.
But it’s all over for me. A little bit of self-deception won’t hurt, I thought, but I’ve indulged myself. I’ve begun to dream again. I’ve begun to dream of bright, starry evenings … of beautiful sunsets … of hopeful sunrises that I could share with you. For the first time in a long while, I felt human once more.
The voice in my head rang out again. It was much clearer.
“Greyhound, do you copy?”
… Loud and clear, Agent Fisher. The location of the threat entity has been confirmed. All units move in at 0100 hours.
<End Log>
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept within a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-19.
In light of the argumentative tendency of XXXX-A and XXXX-B with each other, the object is to be equipped with a standard straitjacket at all times to restrain movement.
In case of an attempted containment breach, the object can be incapacitated and re-secured with gunfire.
Description: SCP-XXXX is composed of two (2) distinct parts, hereafter SCP-XXXX-A and XXXX-B. XXXX-A appears to be a male humanoid of East Asian descent, ██ to ██ years old formerly known as Dr. K████ S███ according to official records. Meanwhile, XXXX-B resembles one of Caucasian descent, later identified as Dr. L█████ W████. Both parts are found in a state of emaciation. They are surgically merged with each other, the point of fusion being the objects’ abdominal regions, with their individual pelvic regions and legs appearing to have been previously excised to accommodate the operation. Attempts on gathering details concerning the methodology employed in the operation so far have proven unsuccessful due to the object’s mental instability and uncooperative nature.
The object was discovered by embedded Foundation agents after being alerted to the doctors’ suspicious activities in the area, having been implicated in a series of disappearances involving students the area’s citizens. SCP-XXXX was extracted from a private laboratory owned by XXXX-B and soon transferred to and contained at Site-19.
SCP-XXXX-A appears to function as the main part of the object. SCP-XXXX-A is responsible for intake of sustenance, while SCP-XXXX-B’s mouth serves as [REDACTED]. Despite its appearance, SCP-XXXX is capable of effective bipedal locomotion, utilizing SCP-XXXX-B’s arms in the same manner regular humans use legs.
It has been noted that while XXXX-A is capable of speech, XXXX-B seems to lack these faculties(See Addendum XXXX-01). Though it is dormant most of the time, XXXX-B is shown to exhibit sporadic episodes of activity. At such times, it will repeatedly and vigorously express resentment toward XXXX-A for “stealing his brainchild”, which often escalates to heated arguments and culminates in the two parts attempting to inflict physical harm upon each other. Due to the state of their bodies, however, XXXX-A and XXXX-B will feel equal pain for any damage dealt to either part. Despite this, it seems that neither part is deterred by this fact, requiring heavy sedation for the events to be neutralized.
Addendum XXXX-01: Post-Acquisition Interview Log of SCP-XXXX
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. J███ "Asriel" I█████
Foreword: The interview was conducted two (2) weeks following SCP-XXXX’s containment.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Asriel: Good morning, XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-A: Ah, the doctor from last time. Hello.
Dr. Asriel: I was wondering whether you’d entertain a few questions from me.
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh! I’m being interviewed, am I right? I love being interviewed. Shall I tell you about my involvement in [REDACTED] back in 1981? Or our well-received research study last—
Dr. Asriel: We may discuss them at a later date, XXXX. For now, like a tad more detail on how you created, um, that.
SCP-XXXX-A: A brilliant question! Well, there was a bit of dissection, sutures, tinkering with the organs here and there, and then voila! Here we are. A beautiful masterpiece! I’m sure you get that much. You’re a doctor!
Dr. Asriel: Well, I’m not a surgeon, so no. Please, by all means, elabor—
SCP-XXXX: Okay. You kids gather ‘round, Grandpa’s got a story to tell! Long ago, I was just an itty-bitty little doctor fresh from doctor academy. But I had a dream—a dream that would change the world—
SCP-XXXX-B: You lying, stealing fuck.
(Nearby personnel attempt to locate the source of the voice, before tracing it to SCP-XXXX-B)
SCP-XXXX-A: Why the hell are you awake? I thought I’ve put you down!
SCP-XXXX-B: I was the one who came up with the project idea, not you, you slobbering moron!
SCP-XXXX-A: I was the one who gathered all our subjects, retard! I was the one who arranged for the prototype subjects! I was the one who did the fucking experiments, not you!
SCP-XXXX-B: It couldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me! You wouldn’t even recognize a good idea if it bit you in the ass! I designed every fucking bit of this! Then you thank me by making my mouth your [REDACTED]? This is my intellectual property! I’ll sue your sorry ass—
SCP-XXXX-A: Go fuck yourself!
SCP-XXXX-B: Neither of us even has a fucking ████ now!
SCP-XXXX-A: Then go suck an armpit lemon!.
(SCP-XXXX-B commences attempts at physically harming SCP-XXXX-A, regurgitating [REDACTED] and launching it towards the latter’s face. SCP-XXXX-A retaliates. Guards soon intervene and neutralize the situation with tranquilizers.)
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Object regained consciousness two (2) hours after being administered with tranquilizers.
[Author's Note: Basically a rehash of The Reluctant Chronicler. I'm not sure if it's gotten any better, though.]
Writing generated by SCP-XXXX.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Standard Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a cryogenically-induced coma inside a soundproof humanoid containment chamber at Site 19. Only personnel with at least Level 4 clearance are allowed to view the object for purposes of study and monitoring of vital signs and REM activity, however, interviewing the object has to be permitted by the Site Director. Class B amnestic is to be mandatorily administered to said personnel immediately after the results of the aforementioned are submitted to the Site Director. Three (3) Class D personnel are to be assigned to clean the chambers of the object on a daily basis.
Under no circumstances are personnel to make physical contact with SCP-XXXX. Aberrances and/or cessation of REM activity are to be immediately reported to the Site Director. In the event of a complete regaining of consciousness, all Mobile Task Forces are to be put on high alert and prepared for engagement in case of a containment breach.
Upon confirmation of a breach, greater priority is to be placed on evacuation of personnel and animate contained objects. All Mobile Task Forces are to be militated to locate and re-secure the object. Upon unanimous approval of the O5, the on-site nuclear warheads are to be activated.
Description: SCP-XXXX resembles an adolescent female humanoid of indeterminate descent, around ██ to ██ years of age.
The object is observed to spontaneously generate writings on surfaces within a ten-meter radius, drawn with a substance later determined to be blood, in the presence of people. The writings vary in coherence, but appear to be relative to the current intensity of REM activity. It seems that SCP-XXXX is utilizing this for communication, and is capable of both creating and disintegrating these said writings. How the object produces blood is currently unknown; however, tests have indicated that the DNA from samples obtained from the writings any given time completely matches that of the persons in the immediate vicinity.
SCP-XXXX repeatedly insists that it had been abducted and systematically tortured by a certain group, led by one Dr. █████████ prior to containment, but no traces of either physical damage on the object’s body or the existence of such a group have been found at the site of acquisition. It also often expresses a desire to be "let out" and frequently referring to its current location as dark.
It is important to note that the writings, regardless of REM activity, invariably refer to SCP-XXXX using third-person pronouns, implying that the object and the creator of the messages may be separate entities. However, presently, due to the lack of cooperation on the object’s part, confirming this is not yet possible.
In all these messages, for unknown reasons, the number “82635” is notably present in some form.
Addendum XXXX-1: In light of the results of Interview A – 03/27/11, no personnel is allowed to interview, or otherwise attempt any form of verbal contact with, SCP-XXXX.
Appendix XXXX-2: Circumstances of Acquisition: SCP-XXXX was recovered on 03/██/██ in an abandoned residence after the object’s existence was brought to the Foundation’s attention after the occurrence of Incident XXXX-1. The object was discovered in its present comatose state, in pristine condition.
At the time of acquisition, it has been observed that no signs of human life were detected within a 1-kilometer radius. Houses have been found within the area, suggesting the site was formerly inhabited, however, local records turned up no evidence of this.
No conclusive traces of the purported Dr. █████████ were found at the house where SCP-XXXX was found, except for a handwritten note of unknown origin found at the house's basement (see Addendum XXXX-4).
Appendix XXXX-3: Excerpt from Interview Log XXXX-01-3021, dated ██/██/██
<Begin Log>
[SCP-XXXX does not respond coherently. A random selection of words is generated in the vicinity, along with crudely drawn human figures]
Dr. W█████: Nice drawing you’ve got there.
SCP-XXXX: thank you …
Dr. W█████: (whispers) One … (clears throat) How do you like your new place?
SCP-XXXX: new place? cant see it … asleep… wake soon … lets play
Dr. W█████: Indeed, indeed. We’ll get there in a second … (whispers) two … so, will you tell us about what you were up to, prior to your acquisition by the Foundation?
SCP-XXXX: aquicition?
Dr. W█████: Oh, I beg your pardon. I mean, what were you doing—what were you up to—before you got here?
SCP-XXXX:… its dark here … let me out … lonely here … scary people …
Dr. W█████: (whispers) three … Scary people? Can you kindly elaborate on that?
SCP-XXXX: illaborate … ?
Dr. W█████: Please tell me more about those “scary people.”
SCP-XXXX: to wake her up … important.
Dr. W█████: They … plan to wake her? You mean you?
SCP-XXXX: No … the girl … im not her …
Dr. W█████: What do you mean by that? … (whispers) four.
SCP-XXXX: (no response)
Dr. W█████: Okay. So what can you tell me about the people you’re afraid of?
SCP-XXXX: they hurt me … want to wake her … took me away … the doctor is always guarding me … hurting me … █████████
Dr. W█████: Five. But, truth be told, we fail to confirm that a Dr. █████████, as you said, exists or ever existed—and not for lack of trying.
SCP-XXXX: … what are you counting … why …
Dr. W█████: Nothing. It just somehow puzzles me. You seem to like drawing the number 82635 every time you generate a message. You've done it five times already. Is there a hidden significance in that? And may I know what that is, too?
SCP-XXXX: (no response)
Dr. W█████: XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: (Coherent response abruptly ceases. Characters from a presently-unidentified alphabet appear on the walls in rapid succession. Dr. W█████ makes an attempt to retreat.)
[Video feed fades to static]
Closing Statement: All personnel inside SCP-XXXX's containment chamber were quickly evacuated after the object initiated hostile behavior, and were administered Class B amnestic as per standard containment procedures. It was noted that the object's REM activity was normal, and that the video showed minimal motion on its during the interview. No significant changes in its vital signs were apparent throughout the video when viewed in its raw form. However, a magnified still screen from it at the 3:25 mark showed that, moments before the video was cut off, SCP-XXXX had been smiling.
<End Log>
Addendum XXXX-4: "We woke her. Remember us." — a handwritten note found in Dr. █████████'s alleged residence
I’m sorry. I love you.
Every time I look up at a rainy sky, I swear I remember you so vividly—your images so lifelike it chokes me. Your eyes sparkled with the starlight that the clouds in the heavens hid, your smile as bright as the sun cloaked by the ash-gray of the storm. You were a blooming flower of purity in a barren ocean of filth. Oh, if I could just tell you how I cherished you.
I’m sorry. I’m getting poetic again.
The voice was calling my name, hardly recognizable from the garbled din in my ears.
You are beautiful—full of warmth, full of energy, full of power. I guess making people happy has sort of become as natural as breathing to you. ”The Branching Child” always drew in crowds of people dying to see you sing and dance with the freakish creatures that sprouted from your back. “Flo” and “Mo,” huh. You’d tell everyone they were really clever animatronic props—with a soft, gentle, but confident laughter, and move on. You were never a good liar, were you?
Your clumsiness was always endearing. You’d often toss a nervous look toward my direction, and then avert your eyes with flush cheeks when I catch you doing so. Ah, memories. They felt like candied shards—so sweet, so painful.
The voice called again.
You’ve taken a tendency to latch onto my hands when you’re afraid. “Flo” and “Mo” would hiss protectively, but that’s all. They’d jump to your rescue when you might get hurt. Clever animatronics, those two. That’s what you’d say, anyway. That’s what the whole circus would call them.
The ringmaster of the circus always tells everyone not to let you get wounded. I wonder why that is so. Not that I cared for long.
Pesky fucking voice. Won’t go away. Won’t leave me alone.
I guess it was already too late when I realized that you’ve become more than just a beautiful stranger of the big top. You’ve come to possess a comforting warmth in your embrace. Your eyes never dimmed—they would always look straight at me, as if firmly saying, “It’ll be fine!” with your arms wrapped around me so tight I could break. I loved them. I love you.
Because those eyes gave me the sweet delusion that I could still be saved.
But it’s all over for me. A little bit of self-deception won’t hurt, I thought, but I’ve indulged myself. I’ve begun to dream again. I’ve begun to dream of bright, starry evenings, of beautiful sunsets, of hopeful sunrises that I could share with you. For the first time in a long while, I felt human once more.
The voice in my head rang out again. It was much clearer.
“ Greyhound, do you copy?”
“… Loud and clear, Agent Fisher. The location of the threat entity has been confirmed. All units move in at 0100 hours.”
SCP-XXXX-B instance in its enclosure
Item#: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A is currently installed in a standard safe secure locker at Site-515. All living, healthy instances of SCP-XXXX-B are to be kept within a standard animal enclosure. SCP-XXXX-B with physical deformities and or other defects that may prove detrimental to its survival are to be immediately euthanized after examination.
Personnel conducting research on SCP-XXXX-A are highly discouraged from reheating any sort of food using the object.
Description: SCP-XXXX-A is a cobalt blue electric oven with an chrome-colored doorframe. Several stickers, appearing to be caricatural depictions of SCP-XXXX-B instances, are attached to the edges of the doorframe, as well as the words "LET'S BAKE LLAMAS," spelled out using said stickers.
The anomalous properties of the object are manifested when one attempts to bake bread using the machine, the oven's transparent fiberglass door panel will darken for the duration of the baking process, which in most tests lasts around 30 minutes. During this period, the oven door resists all efforts to be opened. However, at the end of this period, the panel regresses to transparency, and the door will automatically unlock itself. An SCP-XXXX-B instance is then produced from the machine.
Their exact appearances vary from case to case, but the average SCP-XXXX-B instance resembles an adult llama (Lama glama), but with a notable absence of legs and a tail. It does not appear to possess internal organs of any sort; beyond its skin layer, it is composed entirely of a substance with an appearance and texture identical to that of non-anomalous bread crumb. The external features and the disposition of the instance are found to be largely dependent on the composition and condition of the dough mixture, but with the exception of a few, SCP-XXXX-B instances are generally docile and remarkably eager to interact with humans, unless they are attacked or otherwise hurt. Some notable instances are shown to be capable of, at the very least, human-like vocalizations.
Numerous tests demonstrate that SCP-XXXX-B can be consumed without adverse effects on the consumer, though the instances appear to experience severe pain as a result of this. They also have no means by which to regenerate lost material, and thus most instances expire upon losing around 40% of their original body mass.
This phenomenon has not been noted to occur with recipes that do not involve baking bread in any form, though a lesser form has been reported to transpire with food that involve wheat products (e.g. pasta) or other similar grains like corn, as detailed in the test logs summarized in this document (see Testing Log).
Testing Log
Mixture Composition: Standard homemade bread recipe mixture
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 175 kilograms, with pale brown wool and white crumb. Docile and timid.
Mixture Composition: Identical mixture, except using corn flour in place of wheat.
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 188 kilograms, with dark brown wool and yellow crumb. Very active.
Mixture Composition: Mixture with significantly increased salt.
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 155 kilograms, with light brown wool and white crumb. Marked hostility toward researchers. Notable for being first instance to exhibit ability to emulate humanoid vocalizations, though its vocabulary appears to be limited to profanities of varying severity.
Mixture Composition: Dried fish flakes from Dr. C████'s lunch added to the dough.
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 177 kilograms, with grayish wool and dark brown crumb with fish flakes intact. Demonstrated ability to swim.
Mixture Composition: Raisins were added to the dough mix.
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 140 kilograms, with white wool and dark purple spots. Specimen's crumb retained raisins. Markedly more sedate than prior instances. When introduced to the enclosure, the instance was swiftly attacked and [REDACTED] by the others. Remains were quickly disposed of.
Mixture Composition: A blood sample from a D-class personnel added to standard mixture.
Result: One (1) [REDACTED] with facial features resembling blood sample source. Tried to attack other instances within the enclosure before being subdued and terminated.
Mixture Composition: One (1) piece of yellow lantern chili (Capsicum chinense) finely chopped and added to the dough.
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 180 kilograms, with white wool and yellowish crumb. Excitable and hyperactive, prone to ejecting fire through its mouth cavity when especially agitated.
Mixture Composition: Lasagna mix.
Result: The cooked lasagna is covered with thick brown wool. Otherwise, no signs of life or activity was detected in the specimen.
Mixture Composition: A five-week-old loaf of bread in a state of decomposition.
Result: Upon opening the oven door, SCP-XXXX immediately [REDACTED] all SCP-XXXX-B instances to [REDACTED] Dr. C████ in the neck. Two wounded researchers were sent to the infirmary. Experimentation on SCP-XXXX was suspended for three (3) weeks upon order of site command.
Mixture Composition: Standard mixture.
Result: One (1) SCP-XXXX-B instance, weighing 155 kilograms, with light brown wool and white crumb. Notable in that, while no deliberate alterations were made to the dough mix or its ingredients, the head of the specimen appears to be a human hand with a raised middle finger.