SCPs
Self-sufficient farm (on the shelf)
A farm that somehow runs itself.
- Closed for critique
Forced Perspective Room (idea stage)
A single room at a hotel which displays physical anomalous properties in the effect of forced perspective.
- Not ready for critique
Tales
Untitled (idea stage)
An ordinary civilian woman who is exposed to an undetermined SCP. Alternatively, the Foundation as seen by someone who didn't know the Foundation even existed, and will never know again.
- Not ready for critique
Exterior shot of SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-XXXX is to be sealed off by a 10-meter-high chain-link fence, 400 meters away from SCP-XXXX itself. The perimeter must be patrolled and monitored by no less than 6 on-site personnel to prevent civilian entry. Upon contact with a civilian they must be told that they are trespassing on private property and local authorities will be notified. Failure to comply will result in the civilian being neutralized by non-lethal means and escorted off the premises. Amnestics may be administered if necessary.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be an abandoned farm located in ███, Oklahoma.
SCP-XXXX is approximately 200 x 300 meters with five buildings; two barns, one house, one slaughterhouse, and one combined storage and tractor garage. The farm is enclosed by a wooden fence. The entrance is marked by a 2-meter-high wooden gate, with a sign in poor condition at the top reading "Welcome to Igor's Family Farm!". Just outside the fence is a small field which grows wheat. SCP-XXXX is inhabited by two (2) cattle (bos taurus) and a varying number of domestic pigs (sus scrofa domesticus) with offspring. All living specimens are female and the means of reproduction is unknown.
Despite the lack of human intervention, SCP-XXXX continues to inexplicably perform tasks and responsibilities typically carried out by farmhands. The immediate environment of the animals somehow maintains good condition, and the livestock seem consistently cared for as they appear well-fed and groomed. While the buildings lack any aesthetic upkeep as shown by the flaking paint, the wooden structures seem to be in a constant cycle of repairing themselves. Once the wood has deteriorated to about 10%, it will slowly mend until fully intact. Taking account of the abnormally clean state of the animals' pens, testing was done to determine if the surfaces had been treated with dirt-repelling agent. The result came out negative. It would seem that the dirt in question somehow does not gather or attach to any surfaces without the use of repellent, and continues to move past the farm without the influence of wind or tools.
Upon the initial containment of SCP-XXXX, none of the animals showed any larger anomalous properties. However, after human presence in the form of on-site personnel was introduced, it seemed to have triggered lactation in the cattle, disregarding the natural requirement of birthing offspring in order to produce milk. Every morning at 5:00 AM during the lactation period, a small 4-wheel milking machine will maneuver itself to the cattle and milk them for circa 10 minutes. However, should anyone attempt to milk the cattle, they will react aggressively and refuse to be handled.
Long-term monitoring of SCP-XXXX has revealed that over the course of an undetermined number of days in the beginnings of June, a tractor of AGCO White 6195 make will exit the garage and proceed to harvest the wheat field, placing it all in storage where the wheat proceeds to move across the floor with erratic movement and into the far corner of the storage. There is no visible driver of the tractor, and there is no detectable machinery or entity in the vehicle that would indicate how it operates independently. The tractor appears to drive itself.
On ██/██/1996, three months after containment, it was reported that some of the adult pigs were slaughtering themselves. According to personnel witnessing the event, the pigs did not seem ushered or moved by force, unseen or otherwise, but relocated themselves from their designated pen to the slaughterhouse by free will. Roughly 10 minutes after gathering in the slaughterhouse, the largest pigs began to mutilate themselves by removing their own skin and flesh until incapacitated. The mutilated remains are immobile for several minutes before the flesh began to divide into finely cut pieces and sort themselves into neat stacks. Shortly after the meat is sorted the stacks are vacuum-sealed in various labeled plastic packages. The source of the plastic is unknown, but it seemed to "grow" out of the stacks themselves. Once the entire process was finished the remaining live pigs proceeded to consume the finalized pork products.
Removing livestock from SCP-XXXX has proven to invoke loss of their anomalous traits, and they will behave and reproduce normally. Tests in which livestock was moved to SCP-XXXX revealed that the animals will over time adopt the recorded traits of the resident livestock.
No traces of human life have been found anywhere within SCP-XXXX with the exception of one room in the house. Inside is a mahogany desk standing in the middle of the room with the words "I did it!" hand-written over the walls in black marker. Closer inspection reveals there is additional indecipherable writing underneath in what appears to be lead pencil.
Most of it is obscured by the black marker, but is legible in some areas.
In the uppermost left corner of the desk is a crude inscription which reads "Property of Igor" in all-uppercase letters. All other rooms are vacant and unfurnished.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe/Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Several things needed to be done before returning home (before Jonathan. That was detriment.), and being faced with the distressing facts of life was putting Paige in a disagreeable mood. Facts such as "DEPARTURE DELAYED" in its infuriatingly boxed letters, for example. She even had the misfortune of being unable to smoke the stress away, with utmost secrecy of course, due to her hands being compromised by grocery bags.
There was always the option to have a cigarette when she got home, but only if there was enough time to conceal the evidence before her husband arrived. It was standard routine since long ago, and it seemed to work just fine, unless Jonathan did know and he was just allowing it to transpire because he either a) was amused by the fact that she thought she was getting away with it, b) his berating of smokers and smoking were extravagant lies or c) he did not actually care for her physical well-being and the harm she would sustain from smoking. It could also be all of the above. Oh dear God, what if it was all of the above? Was this yet another Distressing Fact of Life she would have to deal with today? For the remainder of her life?
Her thoughts that were dipping dangerously into paranoid territories were interrupted by the tangible train she'd been waiting for this whole time. She heaved a heavy sigh, weighed down by endless possibilities and insecurities and-
No, she thought, firmly, going through the regular reminding process. Our marriage is stable. I am stable, and Jonathan is not deceiving me in any way. He loves me and I love him. Constant uncertainty would not guide her life. Not like it used to.