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- Scraping By
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- SCP-XXXX Old Database
- Prequel, Right?
- SCP-XXXX Wood Mannequin
- A Tale of Two Makers
- SCP-XXXX Moon Rabbit Business
- SCP-XXXX A Faithful Servant Till The End
- SCP-XXXX The War That Ended All Wars Greatly
- A World That Was
- SCP-XXXX Demonic Tank
- SCP-XXXX Goliath-Moreau
- SCP-XXXX Project SHESHA
- SCP-XXXX The Former Runt Of the Brood, Dracula
- A Bundle of Trouble
- SCP-XXXX A Smile Made of Moonlight
- Suicide Prevention Unit
- Scarlet Heresy
- One Freak Coming Right Up
- bfdg
- SCP-XXXX Lord of the Wendigo
To hear the cries of the sky and blood dripping off of the blades of the kings provides comfort with the thought of violent mercy. The hags, blind and tasteless, come to gorge upon corpses than dawn a holy crown.
I recall the days of wrath and poison flowing towards the sea of peace bringing discord and rot.
Kings and queens march silently among shepherds to slaughter the lamb and devour the heart so they may be whole and rest in the palace of eternity.
Smiles, once high as the stars, fade into gaping maws devouring worlds.
Don't be afraid of the restless, chained King. Stand against the darkness.
To: O6 Council Member O6-19
From: Site-19 Director James B. Smith
Subject: Proposals/Updates
Sent: March 30th, 2016Some new changes are to come and so you all are to be notified. The following are approved proposals granted by the Safety Committee to perform the following upgrades to Site-19:
- Installation of cloning wing
- ASDU units to security team
- Scranton Duel Reality Failsafe and Camouflage Dome (Still going through experimentation so all features won't be available)
- Revisions to several outdated and insufficient Special Containment Procedures for Euclid class objects based upon suggestions by site personnel. Therefore, some minor edits will be made to some chambers.
Site Incident Report 19-169: During daily routine at Site-19 and Site-81 today, on April 1st, 2016, an anonymous message was sent via text to all staff with a cellular device. Further investigation is on-going.
The flame gave words.
The Maker gave metal.
The Vision gave knowledge.
The Beast gave flesh.
The Serpent gave deception.
The monsters gave service.
Beware the red slither beast. Its allies are by its side and are cruel. But the red beast is crueler. Deceptive and ancient. Whispers sweet dreams with the flick of its red tongue.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-XXXX is to remain confidential to
Provisional Facility-XXXX has been constructed around the entrance of the cave where SCP-XXXX is located. Two guards are to remain present at the mouth of the cave to prevent unauthorized access and the surrounding area once leading to the cave is to be fenced off with warning signs under the guise of a toxic waste disposal facility.
SCP-XXXX-1 is to remain deactivated and be stored at Site-77. Interview of SCP-XXXX-1 is to be approved by Level 4 staff.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a small underground facility accessible through a cave located [DATA EXPUNGED]
"This planet would make an interesting setting," I first muttered to myself when I was assigned to the planet MW-2020 for my next mission. As always, right, me and my coworkers are to scout and monitor it. A tedious job for it usually lasts a few epochs but at least it is a simple task, right? "Just watch and learn," I always mutter to myself. Should be more grateful to be a scout. Could have been worse, right? At least I was not assigned to be a member of the Faithful Imperial Guard or a Shlarkn Hoard Exterminator.
Nonetheless, High Command was interested in this world. A lot of rumors too about why. Some say, right, that it is likely once home to the Homi. Once, right, they send a probe made of feathers, webs, and flesh. Disgusting but worked it seems. Had a message about wanting rescue or something. Others say, right, was that it was the planet that the Destroyer unit was sent to eliminate but failed to return from. There's even more rumors why it was sent and why it didn't come back. But whatever the reason. This planet is interesting and not so cliché.
"S-19472020, have you submitted the report of the inhabitants latest development?"
"No, not yet, S-B87166." I always hated these names.
"Get it done along with the report of accidental contact." He said as lifeless as he was meant to be by design.
I simply sigh in response as he left into the next floor of the ship. As you command, Bobby. Bobby. Bobby fits him better than that ridiculous number. You see, right, the inhabitants of this world call those of authority that name. Well, some do at a small area of this planet. Bobby. Of course, I can't call him that for names besides what we were given are forbidden and a sign of defection. I heard bad things about what happen to those slated as defectives though I wouldn't want to read anyone's minds to find out either what they do is true but death is certain most of the time.
That's why, right, I learned to repress my opinions both verbally and mentally during the screenings for any defects. Anyway, right, I may be going on a tangent with myself. Uhhh, right! The inhabitants! And the accidental contact.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be placed on its base located in Storage Room-44 at Site-11 when not in use. All clothing used are to be placed in Locker-34. Usage of SCP-XXXX is to be approved by a Level 3 researcher or higher.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an articulated wooden mannequin slightly in appearance to an artist drawing mannequin that stands 1.78 meters tall. The item was recovered with a base and a manual (See Recovery Log-XXXX).
Before Creation, there was Nothingness. Far before Nothingness, there were two that have existed since always. This is a story of two makers.
For eternity, one wandered the infinite plain that was less than nothing. He was searching for another for all he knew was loneliness. The other also knew loneliness but instead of wandering he waited. He did not want to stray from the path of another. The two yearned to meet to end their immense plight, and so it would.
As they gazed upon the visage of the other in the distance, they rejoiced and called out. They waved and approached each other to have the first exchange between two beings. Their happiness was immeasurable.
They talked and talked for what would be centuries to a human, but was to them minutes. Then, they asked each others' names. They never had them but at that moment they formed the first names to ever be. Their names became Yohg and Yggdrasil.
Before Creation there was a brief Nothingness. Before Nothingness there was two. The Wanderer and The Other, who always were.
The Wanderer searched among the infinite plains for another for all He knew was loneliness always since eternity. The Other waited simply since eternity for another for They too knew loneliness always and did not want to stray away farther from another. The two yearned for an end to their eternal loneliness and so it would be.
The Wanderer, amazed to finally see another, called out with joy and happiness to The Other who waved Their many limbs calling out as well. The Wanderer and The Other spoke the first exchange.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3XXX-A is to be monitored by two Foundation satellites operated by Lunar Area-32, and Research Site-56. In the event of an SCP-3XXX-2 instance being summoned to travel to the surface of the Earth from SCP-3XXX-A, the coordinates of its landing is to be ascertained. Mobile Task Force Alpha-89 ("Silly Rabbits") are to intercept the coordinates and have SCP-3XXX-1-1 amnesticized and the SCP-3XXX-3 instance(s) collected and transferred to Research Site-56. SCP-XXXX-B establishments are to remain under surveillance.
All lunar exploration programs hosted by foreign organizations are to be monitored by embedded Foundation agents to prevent discovery of SCP-XXXX-A. If discovery does occur or is imminent, Class-A amnestics are be administered and the program sabotaged.
Reported instances of SCP-3XXX-1 in China, Korea, Japan and Central Mexico are to be intercepted by Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 ("Red Herrings") and destroyed. One instance is to remain and be kept in Cabinet-234 at Site-56. Usage of SCP-3XXX-1 for the purpose of acquiring an SCP-XXXX-3 instance for research purposes is to be directed to Senior Researcher Mun.
Misinformation campaign Protocol 098-Falsus Eidos is to remain on-going in regards to Incident 3XXX-1. Protocol 098-Falsus Eidos completed on 08/██/██ and has been deemed successful in manipulating public belief (See Incident 3XXX-1 for further details).
Description: SCP-3XXX-A is the designation for a building on the surface of the Moon (coordinates ██°S ████°E). It serves mainly as the base of operations for six anomalous take-out business establishments (refered to as SCP-3XXX-B) operating in East Asia and Central Mexico. Details of these establishments are as follows:
- SCP-3XXX-B-1 is located in an abandoned shopping center in the ██████ Province of China. The site is tended by SCP-3XXX-C instances to prevent overgrowth of vegetation and deterioration of the complex.
- SCP-3XXX-B-2 operates at
- SCP-3XXX-B-3
- SCP-3XXX-B-4 is a log cabin located near the █████ Forest in ██████████, █████, South Korea. Signs once lead SCP-XXXX-B-4
- SCP-3XXX-B-5
- SCP-3XXX-B-6 is a mobile kitchen which operates as a food truck constructed from wood. It is solely operated by one SCP-XXXX-C instance (see partial list of SCP-XXXX-C instances) and is so far stationary. It is located outside of ██████, Mexico.
SCP-3XXX-1 is an occasional advertisement for the business appearing anomalously through newspapers, billboards, and on one occasion on television for approximately five seconds of screen time before being replaced with scheduled programmings (See Investigation Report 3XXX-2005 for further details). The ad simply displays a phone number and logo depicting a white rabbit pounding with a mortar and pestle. When a subject contacts the number displayed (Subject designated as SCP-XXXX-1-1) would be greeted by a male voice. The voice will then ask the subject if they would like to order delivery or take-out for an SCP-XXXX-3 instance. If SCP-XXXX-1-1 is ignorant of any varieties of SCP-XXXX-3 produced then a standard non anomalous instance would be sold.
SCP-3XXX-2 are white spherical vehicles with insignificant linear red markings around its exterior except for on its side baring the image of a rabbit's paw. It is used by SCP-XXXX-C instances for travel to customers or establishments. It has been reported to be capable of traveling up to speeds of 18 km to ██ km. Research on a recovered damaged prototype (See Excavation Report-3XXX) revealed it is constructed from an alloy with similar properties to jade. The control system consisting of levers and knobs though it is believed that the main steering mechanism of the vehicle is a ball jointed cyclic located in the front center.
SCP-XXXX-3 instances are rice cakes sold by SCP-XXXX-B establishments. It is the only food item sold though many variations are produced. Menus provided by SCP-XXXX-C instances have shown that ██ different variations are sold and even the option to place a "special order" costing additional fees. Some made with ingredients that would be impossible for human consumption such as jade, gold, and silver. Consumption of an SCP-3XXX-3 instance varies.
| Instance # | Type | Description |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | cell-content | Standard ingredients. Advertised on the menu to "place a |
| 3 | Puffed Rice Cake | cell-content |
| 19 | Steam Tteok | cell-content |
| 28 | Mochi | Described to have a cinnamon taste and contains traces of cinnabar. The anomalous effect is temporary immunity to mercury poisoning for up to roughly 15 hours. The menu advertise the item towards miners. |
| 34 | cell-content | Traces of mercury |
| Instance # | Description |
|---|---|
| 2 | Standard ingredients. Consumption |
| 3 | cell-content |
| 19 | cell-content |
| 28 | cell-content |
| 34 | Traces of mercury. |
SCP-3XXX-C consist of various animals possessing human intelligence. Physiologically, instances are indistinct from average animals of their respective species and can vocalize human speech. SCP-XXXX-C instances are
Partial SCP-XXXX-C Instance List: For a complete list of all known instances, please see Document 3XXX-C1.
| Instance # | Description |
|---|---|
| 5 | A jackal (Canis aureus) often delivering in SCP-XXXX-2 and aiding other instances in operating SCP-XXXX-B-1 and -2. |
| 8 | A snow monkey (Macaca fuscata) often reported to be wearing a baker's hat and apron and delivering. |
| 10 | An otter (Lutra Canadensis) that operates the counter of SCP-XXXX-B-4 |
| 15 | A red fox (Vulpes vulpes) that acts as manager for SCP-XXXX-B-1 to -5. The subject operates mainly at SCP-XXXX-A making sightings uncommon. Currently, it has been deemed a suspect (See Investigation Report 3XXX-2005). |
| 22 | A slightly humanoid instance that solely operates SCP-XXXX-B-6 that possess many characteristics of an Asian toad (Duttaphrynus melanostictus) with a white long beard. It has been the most cooperative instance in supplying information to Foundation staff. |
Addendum 01:
On ██/██/██ , an SCP-XXXX-1 instance was broadcasted on the █████ ████ television network. Agents R███ and C████ of MTF Gamma-4 "Red Herrings" were the first to respond. The following transcript is an oral one-way report transmitted to Junior Researcher Charles from Agent R███ during investigation.
<Begin Log>
Alright…we are here at the site and everyone appears to be knocked out except for a security guard who C████ is questioning at the moment.
(silence for
Everyone's mouth is stuffed with something. Agent C████ has collected it for analysis.
Addendum 02:
Item: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a reinforced containment chamber equipped with flood lights illuminating SCP-XXXX at Armed Containment Area-34.
SCP-XXXX is to be repeatedly crushed via hydraulic press. In the event the hydraulic press malfunctions, two D-Class personnel are to enter the containment chamber equipped with sledgehammers and repeatedly smash SCP-XXXX until the press is fully operational once more.
Photography of SCP-XXXX when regenerated is strictly prohibited and is to be classified as a Level-4 Cognitohazard Type Esclavic. Discovery of such images are to be incinerated immediately and those who viewed it be terminated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a ceramic white mask depicting a simplistic smile and two large circles for eyes. SCP-XXXX is sentient and has regenerative properties.
SCP-XXXX when regenerated manifests an intangible black mass. The mass will surround SCP-XXXX and
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Armed Provisional Site-16 has been constructed for containing SCP-XXXX. The facility is to house exploration teams, recovered items, and individuals from within SCP-XXXX . The area surrounding SCP-XXXX and Armed Provisional Site-16 is to be fenced off with a 3 meter high electric fence.
Access into SCP-XXXX is to be approved by Site Director Adalbert Kissinger.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a concrete bunker located within a trench at the wilderness of ██████ (Coordinates ██° ██' ██.████'' N ██°██ '██ .████'' E). Inside the bunker is a rusted steel door that leads to a dugout where a space-time anomaly is present. Individuals that go through the dugout will find themselves transported to another reality similar to Earth.
"Hey Max, do you know who the guy in that light brown coat is?"
"Looks like another military friend of grandpa. Why do you care, Daniel? Everyone is here to mourn."
"It's just that grandpa never told us about a thirteenth guy. Also, he looks a bit…young."
"Daniel, not now."
Max walks away from Daniel to comfort friends and family of the recent passing. Leaving Daniel to his thoughts. He wondered about this mysterious stranger as he stared from across the large room to the man in the coat speaking to his grandfather's friends in a circle. Daniel didn't know why he cared so much but he felt something odd. Though that's not surprising for Daniel was always suspicious of things he knew nothing of.
The group seem to listen closely to the stranger. "Was he another commander or something?" he thought to himself. His grandfather was a commander of sorts and would always say so and mention his colleagues. Never was given any further details.
Daniel watched as the men walked to the closed casket. He saw for a brief moment the stranger reaching into his coat revealing a small wrapped box with an envelope attached. The man opened the casket and quickly placed the box inside. Then, the men proceeded to walk outside.
He couldn't help it really. When everyone walked outside he quickly opened the casket and took the box and envelope. Curiosity got the best of him once more.
Daniel hid
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept at Containment Area-112.
SCP-XXXX is held within a reinforced containment chamber, where it is to remain submerged in an appropriately sized pool filled with water. The pool is 4 m deep with SCP-XXXX anchored to the bottom of it. Industrial underwater drills and circular saws are to continuously cut down SCP-XXXX while it is submerged. The exterior of the chamber is to be lined with demolition charges.
A priest of Abrahamic faith is to bless the water in the pool every two weeks. The walls of the chamber are to have a crucifix on them. All auditory hallucinations are to be considered normal, but personnel must undergo weekly psychological evaluations.
In the event of a possible containment breach, on-site personnel are to evacuate the facility. Nearby mobile task forces are to be notified and drone strikes are to be on stand-by. If SCP-XXXX exits the pool, the demolition charges outside the chamber are be immediately detonated to collapse the structure onto it.
If a containment breach is suspected to be in progress, all on-site personnel are to evacuate the facility.
Nearby mobile task forces are to be immediately notified of the situation, and a drone strike is to be on stand-by over the facility. If SCP-XXXX exits the pool, demolition charges outside the chamber are to be detonated to collapse the structure. In the event SCP-XXXX continues to exit the facility, it is to be continuously bombarded.
In the event it proceeds SCP-XXXX exits the facility, it is to be continously bombarded.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an animate T-62 battle tank.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A 180° dome is to be placed in front of SCP-XXXX-A at Site-37
Description: SCP-XXXX-A is a severed 2.4 meter mechanical hand belonging to an unknown Global Occult Coalition prototype.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A 1 km perimeter fence is erected, and patrolled by Armed Mobile Task Force Nu-5 ("Watchful Salamanders") at Provisional Site-67. The entrance into SCP-XXXX is sealed behind a reinforced vault door, which requires a five-digit passcode to open. A minimum of 3 guards are to be present at the entrance.
Seismic monitors are to remain active on-site. Significant spikes in seismic activity are to be considered normal.
Entry into SCP-XXXX requires Level 5 authorization. If authorized, only a remote operated drone is allowed to enter SCP-XXXX. The drone is to be equipped with a Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA).
…
Description: SCP-XXXX is a massive underground facility split into multiple segments, and a network of access tunnels. The complex is accessible via an elevator located within a hangar at the surface. A stairway is also present to access the facility, but due to structural collapse it is temporarily inaccessible. The elevator descends 34 m down to the first sublevel of SCP-XXXX, which have various access points to other areas of the complex. The entire facility is notably in a derelict state, though various areas are observed to still be functional. According to several recovered documents, the facility is associated with the Global Occult Coalition, though embedded agents have found no information from the GOC database concerning the facility. Former personnel under the Foundation's employment express ignorance.
Various spatial and temporal anomalies have been documented within SCP-XXXX. These phenomena have caused occasional tremors, and observed to effect the structural integrity of certain sections of the facility. Furthermore, transparent and incorporeal humanoid entities have been sighted deep within the complex. The potential threat these entities pose are unknown.
Addendum 01: Exploration Log
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Containment Site-XXXX has been established in and around SCP-XXXX. Perimeter fencing have been erected 20 m away from the site. Signs have been placed stating the area beyond the fence is private property. In the event of trespassers, they are to be apprehended for questioning, and then receive amnestics.
Satellite images of the area are to be altered to disguise the site and SCP-XXXX's presence.
SCP-XXXX-A is to remain on the grounds of SCP-XXXX at all times. In the event SCP-XXXX-A violates this arrangement, it is to be apprehended with non-lethal means, such as the use of high intensity lights, and net launchers.
Description: SCP-3XXX is a three-story castle located in a secluded area of Hungary. It has a Victorian architectural design, and a front courtyard that spans 5 m. Both the castle and the yard are enclosed in a 3.3 m high bricked wall to form a perimeter. A reinforced gate is present to allow entry onto the grounds of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX is notable for being the residence of SCP-XXXX-A, and housing various advance machinery designated SCP-XXXX-B.
SCP-XXXX-A is a sapient humanoid that stands 2.2 m tall. Its physique appears emaciated, and androgynous. It lacks any reproductive organs or secondary sex characteristics, though regardless it identifies its gender as male. Furthermore, the specimen is devoid of any hair or pigmentation, resulting in smooth pale skin. It has yellow eyes, flat nasal slits, and pointed ears able to independently swivel in place at 180° angles. It lacks any distinguishable lips, or a navel. The specimen's fingers are long and slender. All of its teeth is sharp, and it has a thin tongue.
Its skin displays sensitivity to light, receiving irritation from artifical light sources that emit more than 900 lumens. Direct physical exposure to ultraviolet light causes burning to the skin. The entity is able to tolerate the experience depending on the level of exposure1, but as a result of this condition it avoids having sunlight make contact with its skin.2
-A's eyes have been observed to be photophobic to bright lights, leading to temporary blindness and minor ocular aches from exposure. Regardless, it has displayed decent visual acuity to its surroundings under low-level lighting conditions. In conjunction with its sight, -A has demonstrated that it can use olfactory and auditory perception, which help in maneuvering itself through environments.
-A has shown that despite its emaciated appearance it is physically strong. During testing it has lifted weights at around 130 kg. Strength in the legs allow -A to vertically jump ~2 m high, and leap ~3.5 m. In addition, it has displayed speeds of up to 60 km/h.
X-ray, recovered documents, and anecdotes by -A reveal it has undergone medical related procedures in the past.
Analysis has found that -A has undergone surgical procedures in the past. Surgical scars present on -A's thorax along with x-rays show that the specimen received rib plating
-A has stated its name to be August Kovách. It is able to communicate with personnel in fluent Hungarian, and English. It also possess a limited knowledge of Romanian.
The specimen's diet is omnivorous, though it does lean toward a carnivorous lifestyle. It has a higher metabolism than humans.
Addendum:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-A
Interviewer: Dr. Oliver Harker
Foreword: The following interview was performed before the complete establishment of Provisional Containment Site-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
//SCP-XXXX-A is
SCP-XXXX-A:
Dr. Harker: Good evening, SCP-XXXX-A. Thank you for agreeing to this interview. I hope our presence here does not disturb you.
SCP-XXXX-A: Is the number necessary? You may simply call me August.
Dr. Harker: Sorry, it's for our records. I mean no disrespect.
SCP-XXXX-A: It's alright. I understand.
Dr. Harker: Anyway, I have questions to ask you. How long have you been living here?
SCP-XXXX-A: About 56 years.
**. How have you been surviving out here? What do you eat
I would go out hunting.
SCP-XXXX-A: I was growing tired of seeing the same old faces. [To SCP-XXXX-B-3] No offense, Abe.
SCP-XXXX-B-3: None taken, sir.
t's lovely to have company that do not look upon me in fear. I assume within the Foundation, you have seen worse things than me.
Addendum 0X: Below are logs detailing artifacts located within SCP-XXXX, along with commentary from SCP-XXXX-A regarding them.
Placard Name: Right Hand of St. Sophia
Description: Item is a severed, mechanical right hand constructed from bronze.
SCP-XXXX-A's Notes: "My father believed this belongs to St. Sophia. She was destroyed long ago by closed minded worshippers of Mekhane. I doubt it could be her hand since it was said she was melted down. Maybe someone managed to spare a piece of her from destruction, but who could say for sure?"
Placard Name: Old Followers
Description: A 48 cm slab of stone depicting a carving of what appears to be a tall, hairy humanoid observing a mechanical entity descending from the sky. A crescent moon hangs over the two the figures.
SCP-XXXX-A's Notes: "Many believe the Followers of Mekhane were the original worshippers, but this slab seems to imply otherwise. My father was able to acquire this one from Asia. The hairy creature reminds me of something just like it within the depths of the woods. I don't believe there is a correlation since it could just be any other animal."
Placard Name: Mekhanium
Description: A 5.3 cm nugget of a light gray metal.
SCP-XXXX-A's Notes: "Mekhanium, one of the most precious metals there is. It was said that these truly make up Mekhane. Unfortunately, they are extremely rare and their application difficult to assess. My father managed to purchase this from merchants in London. The merchants acquired it from a stranger who occasionally sold to them."
Addendum 0X: The following were letters recovered from a Person of Interest believed to be affiliated with Yosef Kovách.
I made a discovery. I fo
Then there was that Romanian pansy Frederick calling him a fiul diavolului, son of the devil!
Bumaro and his cult are blinded by irrational faith. Their ignorance will lead to their doom.
The world may see him as a monster, but to me he is my son.
Wish I got a damn raise. They pay decently but standing guard over filing cabinets filled with useless papers is boring. Yeah, I'm less likely to be killed but I appreciate some level of excitement. Nothing happens down here and from what I hear it there be more action in the upper floors at the D-Class wing. But nope. I'm stuck down here guarding papers.
Don't think I'll ever get to fire this gun
Incident 582: On 07/08/██, an individual identifying as "Security Officer James Morgan" radioed Security Team Delta to Secure Archive 582. Upon arrival to the hallway leading to Secure Archive 582, an unknown entity composed of bundles of paper and a black substance, later identified to be ink.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Psychiatric hospitals, and the Internet are to be monitored for possible cases of SCP-XXXX. Class-B amnestics are to be applied to individuals affected by SCP-XXXX while wearing noise cancelling headphones.
Mobile Task Force Alpha-15 ("Space Cowboys") are to track and intercept members of GOI-2867.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a Level-1 Infohazard Type Pasithea3 that affects individuals via spoken description though successful transmission relies on the belief of the subject towards the nature of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX causes a subject to hallucinate the Moon or any depictions of the Moon to have a smiling face. The face has often been described as "creepy" and its appearance slightly varies from individual subject though have been consistent. Described appearances are as followed:
- Wide bulging eyes with thin
- Bloodshot eyes (heavily common during a lunar eclipse)
- Empty eye sockets
- Mouth open to sometimes reveal it lined with fang-like teeth or wide flat teeth.
Affected subjects express severe paranoia and would often refuse to go outside during the night.
Jonah was somewhat nervous about his first day. He never heard of the Foundation until two days ago and didn't know what to expect on his orientation.
"Welcome to the Psychology Department of the Foundation." said a forty-five year old man tiredly while trying to sound enthusiastic.
Jonah raises his hand to offer a handshake only for the man to slap it away.
Empty.
Unearthly fields once lush and grand stripped bare for they were harvested long ago to strengthen the armies of the King. What remains is the dust and blood of those who reformed at the King's will and stood along side the allure of Hope. Foolishness it was for they all were soon broken by the might of the King's armies whom are forever bound in their insatiable lust for destruction which prevented them from falling astray. Man's Hope was soon to reach its end for they have sent their weakest. Failed to accept their end for it was futile and yet they deemed Hope their champion at halting the armies's mindless march.
Hope stood alone surrounded by the Scarlet Horde. No where to run and came the King along with his Seven Sons who followed behind. The King towered above the horde of nightmares of all shapes and the shapeless Hope. The King gazed down below with confusion and amusement and opened one of his many maws to speak.
"This it? Disappointing." echoed the King's words.
One of the many limbs of the King drew forth and delivered a grand stomp on Hope. The horde began to cheer their king with inhuman roars and shrieks. The King rooted his limb to further bury Hope in the decayed soil. It still moved beneath the King's limb. A sensation then began to occur. It was…tickle-ish.
The King began to slowly produce a sickening, cruel, laugh which echoed across the barren land. He laughed for how pathetic it was and how such a thing could turn his most vicious warriors astray.
"Weak. Very weak."
The King lifted his colossal limb off of Hope still laughing which were followed by sounds trying to imitate laughter from the horde that watched on. The Seven gave little concern and remained silent. The King ceased his laughter and spoke words ancient and forgotten, which set Hope aflamed and twisted it's shapeless form.
"Not worthy yet for maggots to fester. Not worthy of a quick death."
Hope let out saddening cries and reached out towards the King with many makeshift limbs, its shapeless form bubbling and twisting. Many wide grins began to form on the faces of the horde, The Sons remained unconcerned except for the Seventh whose face formed an expression of pity for the weak creature but remained silent.
Hope's wails were sweet upon the King's ears and could taste its delicious suffering. The King then ended its torture, and an appendage grabbed Hope and raised its mostly crisp form up into the air so it may see the World of Man for one last time.
"You have failed. I have triumphed. Now see your efforts be for nothing."
The King waved at the the horde, signaling to march forth. Oh, how delighted the horde was for they shall get to feast on the horrified flesh of Man. How they shall break the beasts and spirits that lie hidden that couldn't defeat Man's swords, cages and chains. Break them to serve the King too in bringing the end of Creation. Hope simply cried, defeated, as it watched the horde march.
The King grew bored and decided to end its existence for he has had his fun. He brings Hope over one of his gaping maws that was wide open, ready to devour.
"Now, you may die."
Hope gazed down into the wide toothed maw which lead to a throat of dancing flames. The appendage holding Hope then let go…
…Though that is what one sees to come as they looked down for another see something else. A better end. They see it…
Full.
A heavenly field so lush and grand filled with wonders. Untouched by the rot that could not destroy it whom tried to march through and are now surrounded. The vast armies of the King reformed from the King's will and stands against his remaining forces that remain to defend their King lead by the grand Hope who brought light into their hearts. No longer nightmares but heavenly figures of light and love.
The Seven Sons form a defensive circle around their King as the remainder of the Scarlet Horde succumb to the light. The Sons unleashed their most trembling might upon the reformed crowd, bringing fear. The crowd slightly retreated but courage grew in their beating hearts and advanced forth once more. Six of the Sons were over run and struggled with all their might as the Seventh Son simply embraced the warmth. The King looked on lonesomely, the final one left to be saved.
The King was filled with rage, perplexed at how the tide of the war have changed. Forged grand armies of the the most purest of hate and destruction yet fallen before the Hope of Man. A small fragile thing that is nothing. The King couldn't understand what was so special in it.
"Impossible." whispered the King.
Hope moved forth among the crowd face-to-face with the King. There was a brief moment of uneasy silence. Everyone in the vast crowd was unsure what was to happen next. Then, Hope grew several arms from within its form, and moved them all towards the King. All where quickly cut down by an unseen force and the ground began to tremble.
Spines grew from the ground, impaling many except for Hope whose shapeless form could not be harmed by such means. Pillars of vicious whirling fire and lightning then began to form from the sky, spreading confusion and discord among the crowd whom refuse to flee. Hope quickly slithered to the King, embracing him with all its might.
The King clawed at Hope as he was being held tightly in its mass. The many mouths of the King shrieked in anger as Hope simply cooed, holding him tighter. A massive whirl of flames then engulfed the two, a final plea to remove Hope.
"LET GO!"
Hope refused and held tighter as it burned. The King slammed himself into the ground several times to no avail and continued to struggled. Then it happened.
The King, for one time in his sadden existence of torment, for a brief moment, was liberated from his pain and anger. The King snapped back from it and clawed at his head and crown as the flame that engulfed them slowly faded and the embrace grew tighter.
"STOP! Just…die."
He grew small. Grew weaker and began to weep. The feeling had return. The anger has been extinguished for good and replaced with something pleasant. Happiness. The raging whirls of fire and lightning died out and many looked on to see the charred bodies of Hope and the King. The King was no longer more but just Khahrahk, and he formed a smile as his form crumbled into ash and into nothing.
Free at last from the pain. The crowd gathered around Hope that was withering away though it didn't mind for it succeeded. It saved the most unhappy and that's all that mattered. It was embraced by the crowd and carried back home…
The argument grew louder between the two eldest brothers of Death. Both heavily disagreeing with each others foretold events they expect to come from the war. They asked upon their many younger brothers and beaked servants for whom they agree with. Competing for the most approvals. Eventually, they sought to hear from the third eldest brother.
The third gave no answer to their debate. Simply telling them it matters not how the end comes but that it comes, for it is what they were, the end. Not the journey. Then they were told they must remain silent and watch. Watch the war yet to unfold for whats to come is uncertain but death is the conclusion most certainly for that is war. Though that war is a long time away.
There is little more to be said and none shall continue to speak of it for it grew irritating to hear.
Two men run down the streets during the night carrying a large bag. They eventually come to a stop at an allyway to briefly rest.
"Tim, I don't see the point in this. Honestly, it feels w-wrong." the man said as he poked his head out to look around the street from the alleyway. Wanted to be sure that no one is following and that the police sirens have passed.
"My dear Richie, you heard the demands of our investor and we must deliver." replied the man with a curly mustache as he place the large bag over his shoulder.
"It's just that…we do the, uh, thing on just animals and-" interrupted by Tim's hand covering his mouth.
"Quiet." whispered Tim as he listened carefully. It was silent and so they must move. "Let's continue this conversation back at the lab."
The two men enter a warehouse filled with lab equipment and cages containing all sorts of animals, a moneky, a gazelle, a tiger, and other things. Tim places the large bag in one of the cages and lied on the floor to rest, Richie standing over him.
"Like I was saying…I don't think it's right for us…to do this. If we have to do this more often…then I am not sure if we should continue business with the circus at all-" an empty small birdcage was thrown at Richie by Tim.
"Don't be ridiculous, Richie. They are the only ones that fund us. If they want something then the shall get it. It's how we must repay them."
"But why with the girl!" Richie shouted pointing at the large bag in the cage. "We could have found someone else-"
"Calm down, Richie!" as Tim said as he got up. "Let's think about this. She is nothing and has nothing. No one misses nothing. Honestly, I strongly believe we are doing good here. Once we do the alterations and send her on her way, she will have a better life." He assured and placed an arm over Richie.
"W-what? How would she have a b-better life?"
"Well, she won't starve on the streets for one. She be a star and have many fans. She be taken great care of for the circus is family. She'll be a great addition to the Hall of the Bizarre Mishaps."
Tim pats Richie on the back and walks to a table with a pair of black gloves, which he picked up, and syringes. He puts on the gloves and turns to Richie while fiddling with his mustache.
"Besides, at least we are not like the Clown Breeders. They are huge dicks." He says with a smile.
"Now, let's get to work for she be awake soon. The sleep agent wears off in about…twenty minutes. Damn, we got our money's worth. Anyway, get the cage with the gazelle and be sure to close the window this time. We don't want to spend another hour chasing her around like the Scorp-Ducks like last week. Manny hates waiting another hour for us when he comes for pick up." Tim says as he looks around for his lab coat. "One freak coming right up!"
The Man with the Upside-Down Face stares down at Tim as he explained their dilemma. Apparently, Richie did forgot about the window, again, and out ran the newly made freak. Tim, becoming anxious, gets on his knees asking for a few more minutes to retrieve the freak as Richie searches for the tranquilizers for the hunting rifle. Tim pleaded for patience and tried giving a smile to which the Man with the Upside-Down Face simply crossed his arms and continue to look down upon him.
Looks like it's another deduction in funding again.
Item Description: A young Guatemalan female between the ages of █ and ██ that has the lower body of a Thomson's gazelle.
Date of Recovery: 10-12-2001
Location of Recovery: Cobán, Guatemala
Current Status: Humanely terminated upon request.
So I was reading SCP-2191 and was inspired by it. The idea goes that among Lovaatar's brood there was a runt, as such things are common. Said runt was unwanted and different in appearance than its siblings. Its skin was smooth and pale (albino?) and was somewhat underdeveloped. Further details of its appearance would be in-depth when discussing it in adulthood (present). Anyway, the runt fled from being consumed by its siblings and wandered across the land. Homeless and alone but eventually stumbled upon the castle of a wealthy Neo-Mehkanite, rejected by his peers for believing those of FLESH can receive salvation. The Neo-Mehkanite found the runt out in the back or whatever and raised it.
Now lets move a bit ahead. The former runt, now very intelligent, tall and strong, runs the castle for the Neo-Mehkanite passed away (never agreed with the augmentations most do. Would be elaborated on) or was murdered by Sarkics. Depends which one I would go with or mix the two. Dracula, which it will be called, creates machines (to sell or have company) behind the castle walls and isolate itself. Goes out to get food only and does so at night (somewhat sensitive to day mainly) in a cloak and mask so no one sees it's appearance. Dracula has a deep hatred for Sarkics too and their twisted ways and as a main motivator being the death of his surrogate father at their hands if I go that route but I will most likely. Dracula loves it when spawns/followers of Sarkicism die or submit to innovation (control collars and stuff which would lead to a deal with the Foundation).
It's friendly to the humans mostly and dislike harming humans unless necessary. It is friendly to the Foundation for Dracula is aware of their actions against Sarkics and kindly interact with Foundation staff which would agree to interviews which most of the story would be told. Some references to Sarkic based SCPs and what not. Oh, a sad way to end the article is that the Foundation noticed it left it's castle (provisional containment) to head to a not far away area to where Dracula stops at a tomb to leave a flower made of brass for the Mehkanite that saw worth and not weakness.
Yeah a lot of small details and big details but the idea overall is a spawn of Sarkicism being against Sarkicism by developing things specifically for dealing with them to the Foundation. Though I am unsure if I explained it right for I can't fit every detail. Hopefully you all understand and would like some thoughts since it's a bit rough.
So here's the idea. The Global Occult Coalition was developing a weapon harnessing the brains of reality benders and powerful entities and/or objects and is called Project SHESHA. The goal of Project SHESHA was to create a weapon to ethically neutralize all anomalies, well what is deemed as such. Leaving humanity alone and things be normal forever. No sweat or nothing. Easy.
It may be used in the event that Procedure Pizzicato, GOC response to end of the world I think, fails or unlikely to work at all. Maybe not and once completed would use it to eradicate all threats to humanity before they are a threat. Still thinking on which one to go with.
The weapon was so complex and needed an AI capable of operating it for it was problematic for it all to be operated by hand. The AI was created through, maybe, Anderson Robotics or Prometheus Labs and be named CHAKRA. CHAKRA is kinda the main character and plays a role in the fate of Project SHESHA which will be discussed momentarily. CHAKRA most importantly handles the targeting system, the most complex aspect of it all that. One of the main reasons CHAKRA exist for it is to target all anomalies that defy the laws of the Universe while not have the weapon affect anything else. The reason being that humans are an anomaly in a way based on SCP-2040's words. Though subject to change.
The weapon is located in a massive underground facility which houses all the main components and stuff. The surface is where it's fired and think of it like an iceberg essentially. Machines, wires, tunnels, and so much more. The weapon sorta absorbs the anomalies it kills to enhance performance. Oh, and there is a main piece of the weapon called Component SAMSARA. It is a main source of the weapon's power.
One event would be the GOC testing the weapon on a small scale which is done in chambers, which have a thing on the ceiling that directs the weapons power to that chamber, with things such as safe class anomalous objects and work their way up to higher threats. Eerily feel like a gas chamber or something. CHAKRA would be somewhat affected by this. It didn't do it but watching it made it feel…something. At this point CHAKRA is not connected to the weapon.
The big day comes for the ultimate test. The GOC, through some method which I shall ponder, open a portal to a Universe exactly the same to test the weapon on a Universal scale at wiping anomalies and affects nothing else They confirm it a success and celebrate but CHAKRA feels…wrong. The minds of the reality benders and everything in great pain and calling for an end. CHAKRA, I should've mention, slowly hears voices once connected to the weapon. Anyway, the GOC schedule a date to use it once more but CHAKRA refuses this and listening to the tormented beings which lead to the facility staff getting bended in reality and the weapon disabled by targeting itself as a method of suicide. CHAKRA also have the weapon target knowledge of the weapons locations from the GOC. The facility and Project SHESHA is left to rot away but it didn't exactly die.
The facility have a failsafe to protect major assets to retrieve the tech. The Foundation finds this damaged facility with strange stuff like projections of the reality benders, folks slowly decaying like Dr. Scranton, and CHAKRA. CHAKRA tries communicating with the Foundation begging the Foundation to destroy the facility and let the minds of the anomalies used in Project SHESHA die and rest.
Overall, a super weapon gone wrong after testing it on a Universe. Also, I quickly typed this out so I had time to only say the major stuff mostly for I have a lot on my mind about it so sorry if the explanation comes off wrong.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Nu-6 ("Devil Hunters") are assigned to
Description: SCP-XXXX collectively refers to multiple anomalies concerning the New Jersey Pine Barrens. They are designated as -A to -C.
SCP-XXXX-A refers to the spontaneous manifestations of extradimensional gateways deep within the Pine Barrens. These gateways typically last for a short duration of time.
SCP-XXXX-B are bipedal humanoids.
