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What is shtuff you may ask? Well to find out, screw you.

You have entered the glorious world of newbie SCPs! Actually, is it SCiPs? Meh, I don't know, and frankly I don't care.
Feel free to poke around, see what ya can find.
Well, I do believe I have run out of things to say here so…..yeah. If you're here to review…~please be gentile~ O)_(O
Current focus is under SCP5 tab.

SCP-2081

Author's note: This was my first SCP. It's God awful, as expected. Meh, it's alright now I guess with all things considered, but still.

Item #: SCP-2081

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the object's lack of mobility, Area-2081 has been built around the perimeter and fitted with an observation wing. Due to the nature of SCP-2081's environment, observation quarters of the anomaly must be checked regularly for any disturbances of the structural integrity. Upon discovery of any breach personnel must be evacuated immediately and the observation deck must be completely removed from the area to ensure absolute safety.

Description: SCP-2081 is the partially decomposed wreckage of an ocean liner lying 600 km off the coast of Newfoundland. SCP-2081 lies in two (2) separate pieces, laying ██ km apart from each other. The wreckage has since been identified as the RMS ███████. Though attempts to remove sections of the ship has failed (See Addendum 2081-1), it appears natural deterioration due to rust seems to destroy the ship at ease. The object is expected to be completely destroyed by 20██. Between approximately 12AM to 2AM the object exhibits signs of life as if still completely functional. SCP-2081-A are humanoids, typically appearing in clothing styles typical for the early ████s and seem to be of a Caucasian decent. It's noted that in the presence of light, instances of SCP-2081-A are more clearly visible. SCP-2081-B, dubbed, "The Watchmen" by instances of SCP-2081-A, are creatures ranging in appearance from typical ocean flora to bipedal humanoids. Instances of 2081-B are hostile to any organic life surrounding SCP-2081, and protect the ship. However, they are not known to attack instances of SCP-2081-A See Incident 2081-1

Discovery: SCP-2081 was initially discovered on September 1, 19██ by a team of oceanographers lead by a Dr. ███████. The object did not begin to exhibit anomalous properties until 19██, when a standard submersible (DV-2, "Alvin") became lodged in the center of the wreck. The submersible was shown to have sent pictures via feed that detailed instances of SCP-2081-B. Foundation operatives intercepted picture cells before connection could be reestablished. Witnesses were administered Class-B Amnesiacs before release from Foundation custody.

Addendum 2081-1: On May 1, 1997 Foundation deep-sea units attempted to remove a portion of the object for analysis. At that point 3 instances of SCP-2081-B spawned and were able to do significant damage to most machinery used in the process. Approximately 2 hours later Foundation recording devices intercepted what appeared to be a Morse Code signal emanating from the object. What could be deciphered follows:

SEND HELP.
CQD. CQD.
RESPOND.
MWL RESPOND.
WE ARE TRAPPED
WHY WON'T THEY LET US LEAVE
HE COMES
[REDACTED]
LEAVE THIS PLACE. THEY ARE NOT YOURS TO TAKE.

Interview 2081-1: On April 4 20██, , Researcher Dr. Lee ████████ was able to establish contact with an instance of SCP-2081-A who claimed to be Edward █████, who had been the captain of the vessel prior to it's sinking.

Interviewed: SCP-2081-A

Interviewer: Dr. ████████
Foreword: The instance claimed to give valuable information in exchange for aid in escaping from the object.
<Begin Log, 11:30>

████████: So Captain, are you able to hear me?

SCP-2081-A: Clear enough at the very least.

████████: Excellent, what can you tell me about the anomaly?

SCP-2081-A: Be more specific, I am pressed for time.
████████: How so?

SCP-2081-A: I must adjourn to my place when the time comes.

████████: Alright…when did the ship go down? What do you remember?

SCP-2081-A: I piloted this mighty ship on it's first voyage. When it went down I handed control over to my crew and waited. I sat at the bridge listening to Autumn…God I still remember their screams.

SCP-2081-A: I went down with the ship. When I felt my life slip away, and that's when they came
████████: Are you referring to the other people on the ship?

SCP-2081-A: No, the Watchmen. The ones keeping us bound to the place.

████████: Right, these Watchmen, what can you tell me about them?

SCP-2081-A: I know not much, however I have reason to believe they are the reason we may not leave this ship. They beckon now, I must go, but I ask you must do something for me.

████████: What's that?

SCP-2081-A: Tell [DATA EXPUNGED]¹ we may not be coming so soon after all, I can only fathom how worried they must be…

████████: Sir, what year do you think it is?
SCP-2081-A: My dear boy, is it not [REDACTED]?
<End Log, 11:40>

Closing Statement: The instance of SCP-2081-A was adjourned. Requests to reestablish contact with said instance has been denied until the nature of SCP-2081-B is better understood.

Incident 2081-1: On April 14, 20██, surveillance units surrounding the object picked up what appeared to be a great mass of SCP-2081-A engaging in combat with SCP-2081-B. Researchers currently on duty reported hearing sounds of struggle and rioting, and attempts to quell the chaos were made, though unsuccessful. Junior Researcher L. Freemen was able to establish contact with SCP-2081-A before surveillance failed completely.Before serious harm could be done to personnel the observation area was evacuated. Approximately 2 hours after the anomaly began the observation deck was destroyed through unknown means, though analysis of wreckage shows signs of explosive decompression. What could be salvaged follows:

[Sounds of screaming]
[An instance of SCP-2081-A appears to stumble into view of camera, is quickly surrounded by 3 instances of SCP-2081-B]
SCP-2081-A: [DATA EXPUNGED] years! You [EXPLETIVE] have kept us here, we want out! LET US LEAVE.
[SCP-2081-A draws a dagger from its abdomen and drives it into the back of one SCP-2081-B, the others flee]
L. Freemen: Hello? Can you hear me?
SCP-2081-A: Hello! God, I knew someone was out there! Please help us!
Freemen: I'm afraid I don't understand.
SCP-2081-A: Take us off of this godforsaken ship! We've lived under these things for decades!
[At this point what is theorized to be the voice of an instance of SCP-2081-B resounds from the darkness]
SCP-2081-B: [shushes] My dear boy, come back to us.
SCP-2081-A: NO! [darts around swinging the dagger] WE REFUSE!
[a tendril appears behind SCP-2081-A]
SCP-2081-B: Don't be foolish, come back.
[At this point other instances of SCP-2081-A appear in the upper decks fighting off instances of SCP-2081-B, pieces of rubble jettison and crash into the observation window, crackling is heard]
Freemen: Oh [EXPLETIVE]! That's it! Evacuate the deck, we ain't dying here.
[The tendril latches around SCP-2081-A's neck, and appears to tighten. At this point the video and audio is totally lost, though Freeman describes, "What sounded like a watermelon [DATA EXPUNGED]"

Interview 2081-2: Following Incident 2081-1, the discoverer of SCP-2081, Dr. Robert Ballard was brought in for questioning.

Interviewed: Dr. Robert Ballard, oceanographer.

Interviewer: Site Head ████ Token

Foreword: Subject was brought in for questioning to better understand the object's properties

<Begin Log>

Token: Dr. Ballard? Are you ready to begin?
Ballard: Yes, what is this about?
Token: The ███████.
Ballard: Alright, what do you want to know?
Token: When you first discovered the wreckage, did you see anything strange?
Ballard: Well no, I gave a good look. Decades of people trying to find the marvelous ship, and yet it such failures. The ship itself wasn't anything you wouldn't expect, run down, rusted, heaps of debris.
Token: Did you see signs of any life?
Ballard: Not besides fish. Although, I do recall seeing something odd.
Token: Please elaborate.
Ballard: Well, from what I can remember I thought I saw the Alvin filming, something that appeared to be Melanocetus johnsonii². Though, it shouldn't be able to go down that deep, and even then, it seemed irregular.
Token: How so?
Ballard: For starters, most fish that see the submersible stay away out of fear. But, this one glared at us, not in the sense it was confused, but enraged.
<End Log>

Closing Statement: Interview terminated. Dr. Ballard was administered Class-C Amnesiacs and released from Foundation custody.

SCP-2154

Item #: SCP-2154

Object Class: SafeHa ha, nope.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2154 is to be held in a 5x5x5 meter containment cube, within a 30 sq. meter containment unit, both comprised of Foundation synthesized organolead compounds and must be airtight at all times. In the event of a breach, the surrounding 30 meter area must be evacuated immediately. SCP-2154 is to be encased in an organolead fail-safe chamber suspended by cables of the same composition. Should existential damage come to the containment area, this chamber should be disengaged and blocked from the rest of the facility.

Description: SCP-2154 is a sample of unknown element weighing approximately 234.03 ± 6x10^-5 amu . Estimates based on chemical analysis of the sample show a half-life of an estimated 1.5 billion years. Analysis also shows the sample is capable of "taking" composite subatomic particles, namely electrons and protons, from local matter and integrating them into itself, so as to stay in its current elemental form. However, SCP-2154 does not appear to be capable of breaking down lead or graphite. SCP-2154 is also capable of creating, manipulating, and synthesizing atoms in order to cause nuclear fission. Cause nuclear fission?? Good God man are you hourly?

Discovery: SCP-2154 was discovered in northern Ukraine in 1986. Large quantities of radiation were found emanating from a unidentified mobile³ entity in the Kiev Oblast. Ukrainian Foundation sleeper agents were able to remove the object before government teams were able to investigate. Due to the lack of understanding of SCP-2154's effects, recovery resulted in the deaths of ██ personnel due to radiation poisoning. Object was found in a river approximately 2 km east of the Cherkasy. Damage assessments of the area discovered a distinct path of new radionuclides emanating from the object, leading to its apparent point of entry. Following this path lead to the heavily irradiated corpse of a middle-aged man, along with a diary. Autopsy confirmed cause of death as acute radiation poisoning, though the body showed signs of second-degree burns on the face, neck, and torso with patterns consistent with that of [REDACTED]. DNA tests confirmed identity to be one Viktor █████████.

+ Show Excerpts From Diary of Viktor █████████

██/██/198█: I'm close to a break-through. The government must really need some sort of new power source, but for what? It's not my place to ask.

██/██/198█: We were thinking of how we could create a specific trigger for the experiment that would cause it to function. Well, Osip had suggested that since this is clearly a nuclear oriented power source, why not construct a self-regulating reactor core?

██/██/198█: We've created a lead containment cube, it's not much but it'll do for now. We constructed a graphite "sink" as well. It's probably just an oversight, but it's at least comforting to have such precautions. Though we discovered something peculiar. It has quite a nasty reaction to Boron.

██/██/198█: There was an accident today, Osip was nearly killed. We were testing the sample's capabilities, Osip volunteered. When the sample was removed from the cube… he doubled over. By the time we got him out of the lab he started vomiting blood. We are all lucky to be alive. The Geiger-Müller counters are broken; they've been stuck on 2K for hours. This thing is dangerous; can we contain it?

██/██/198█: There was another accident. While we were analyzing Deuterium samples from the experiments we sprung a massive leak. We weren't able to retrieve the prototype before they could plug it. I moved back to the lab when I could; the pipes didn't look like they should. They were malformed, entire sections missing. I don't know what to make of this, but there was something interesting; it looked like someone busted the lock on the containment cube. It was hanging open.

██/██/198█: Osip left today. He said we "created a monster". I can't say I disagree. I'm frightened, these people are getting aggravated. After Osip left and we closed the lab for the night, I found my dormitory was in shambles.

I think they're looking in our journals. And yet you stayed.

[Following twelve entries are found to be partially or completely destroyed]

█/██/198█: I can tell something just isn't right here. Even men half as qualified as us should know these things take time. Osip was nearly killed after less than a second of contact with the object! It bypasses HAZMAT suits, its radiation levels are nearly double that of Polonium, and yet they still force us to abide by a schedule?! This thing isn't safe, and yet they're totally ignorant.

█/██/198█: Success! We have done it! The future of power as we know it has finally arrived. They said we need to test it on something, I believe they said the power plant? Strange, though it seems to make sense. They said I'd need to work the reactor, because "I know how it works".

█/██/198█: They've begun the experiment. I'm down at the turbines. The government men are watching from a platform. I still don't agree with submerging my creation without its containment box. It's doing something to the pumps. Maybe I should just see if everything is all right.

[The remainder of the entry appears to be scorched]

Addendum: Following translation of █████████'s journal I tried to backtrack to uncover what the point of SCP-2154 was. There's no evidence of anything. No sight of a lab, evidence of the sample's composition, investigations can't even prove a request from the Ukrainian government was ever made to construct such a power source. Although, along with the diary I did manage to find something hidden within the seams that Beta-7 apparently didn't record in the Recovery Log, a [DATA EXPUNGED PER O5-LEVEL DIRECTIVE]
-Junior Researcher Hertz

SCP Concepts

1. SCP #1: Memetic hazard that corrupts existing SCP files and turns them "cliché". It'd probably be another 2081-esque mess.
2. SCP #2: The Holy Grail. Probably never going to be more than an idea because of 857-D.
3. SCP #3: Adam of the Bible & whatever. Seeing as there's Clef's 001 Proposal it also probably won't go past the concept stage. BAD.
4. SCP #4: Eden. SAME REASON. BAD!
5. SCP #5: Ebola or at least the hype about Ebola. This just as an idea is riddled with so many flaws that would prevent it from qualifying it as a (successful) SCP, so it'd probably be a -JOH GOD WHY.
6. SCP #6: Goliath. Yeah, I am way too obsessed with biblical SCPs.
7. SCP #7: Neanderthals somehow. Probably would be slandered for its obvious similarities w/ SCP-1000.
8. SCP #8: Satan. Just go to #9 already. SCP cliché.
9. SCP #9: A memetic SCP that turns out to be a hashtag craze. None of my SCPs are or will be scary. What the hell was I on? XD
10. SCP #10: Serpent that can walk and talk that persuades you to death w/ temptation
11. SCP #11: Death. I have had crippling death anxiety in the past, but this is just not SCP material. NOPE-zilla.
12. SCP #12: A group of spiders that will cause anyone such arachnophobia they'll just shutdown. Eh.
13. SCP #13: The Black Knight Satellite. Its strange, its existence isn't even confirmed, it's at least a start.
14. SCP #14: Perhaps a Yeti or something similar? Definitely a sub-zero env cryptid.
15. SCP #15: A machine that lets you see into another dimension/the future/or some third concept.
16. SCP #16: Slenderman type entities made of wood, the only similarity is height and features.
17. SCP #17: Some type of structure(s) that defy Euclidean geometry. I feel like there's something that's similar to this but I can't remember. If there is I'll just discard this one. SCP-1898. Dammit.
18. SCP #18: The legs of the Broken God. May not have permission/kill the Church SCPs.Noob SCiPs are Noob SCiPs.
19. SCP #19: Subterranean alien compound on the Moon. Used by some mysteriously-extinct extraterrestrial race that will be implied or discovered to have planned to destroy us w/ it.
20. SCP #20: Spring-heeled Jack Because no.
21. SCP #21: Honestly, I'm thinking of a Shrek is love SCP. It really, really disturbs me, so why not? Though I guess considering it's intentions it's not…yeah. Screw it.
22. SCP #22: A "facility" that defies Euclidean geometry. (Based heavily on wrongworld)

SCP-XXXX (Concept #20)

NOT DONE

So, problems:

1. The whole "can't do anything until it can't be observed" is too similar to 173. I want to find a way to pull this off, but it's already dead.
2. Can't really describe it well
3. It's painfully bad. It's painfully bad!

Item #: SCP-XXXX (Idea #20)

Object Class: Euclid Keter

Special CP (will correct CP later): SCP-XXXX is contained in a plexiglass cage measuring 3x3x2 m, suspended in a concrete room measuring 6x6x4 m. Attached to the walls, ceiling, and floor of the external chamber are high-intensity spotlights pointed directly at the plexiglass chamber at all times. Personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX must check lighting regularly, should any damage come to emergency generator systems maintenance crews are to be called immediately. Should a complete failure in the lighting system occur, reestablishing power and recovering SCP-XXXX should be considered an Alpha priority.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid approximately 3 meters in height, anatomically similar to that of an adult male. SCP-XXXX sports characteristics that change between observations, though they most commonly include:

• Ears in similar position to that of a bat, varying in shape from a pointed to round tip.
• Pointed feet, ears and nose
• Facial features that are at times similar to that of Guy Fawkes⁴ mask, but usually consisting of a Glasgow-like grin and pure black eyes with the exception of the iris.
• Claws composed of materials ranging from an unknown metallic element to what appear to be fangs of SCP-XXXX's "skin"

SCP-XXXX often adorns garb typical to that of the Victorian era. SCP-XXXX is capable of leaping to heights of up to 5 meters, the actual means by which it's able to to this are under investigation.
SCP-XXXX seems to function best when the surrounding environment deems it unobservable, namely in the dark. Should for any reason observation cannot be made with the object, SCP-XXXX will breach containment through unknown means. In simplest terms SCP-XXXX will "disappear" from containment and reappear somewhere in a 30 meter area. During this, SCP-XXXX will enter a "hunting" phase. During this phase, SCP-XXXX will hunt and kill humans in an immediate radius. While hunting, SCP-XXXX appears to "glide" towards its prey, thus far referred to as SCP-XXXX-1, at an accelerated rate. Documented speeds have varied from 30 km/h to ███ km/h, and seems to depend on distance from SCP-XXXX-1. Upon arriving at SCP-XXXX-1's location, SCP-XXXX will proceed to kill and [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-XXXX-1. Subject appears to hunt for sport (really need to fix that sentence).

Discovery: Sightings of SCP-XXXX have dated back as far as the 19th century, primarily in central and southern Britain. SCP-XXXX came into Foundation custody in 19██ after locally embedded agents caught word of a "monster attack" in Lavender Hill. SCP-XXXX's initial recovery was successful, however due to lack of understanding of its abilities breached containment awaiting transfer in a temporary holding facility. As of ██/██/██ (not so hot about that redaction) SCP-XXXX has breached containment a total of 4 times.

Addendum: Between containment breaches and even routine inspections SCP-XXXX's features have appeared to alter in some way. As such, the iterations of this are to be recorded.

• Iteration 1 (initial recovery): Subject facial region appear to be artificial, i.e. that of a mask. Subject's ears were pointed outwards nearly perpendicular to the forehead. Clothing consisted of Victorian-era gloves, jacket, belt and pants. Claws are absent.
• Iteration 2: Resulting from first containment breach, SCP-XXXX appeared to become elongated slightly. Arms and legs doubled in size, subject's face became malformed and formed a permanent Glasgow-esque grin, with an elongated chin.
• Iteration 3: After approximately 3 months in containment SCP-XXXX experienced a change overnight. Garb was reduced to relatively modern khakis, belt, and boots. Above the waist, SCP-XXXX held no definite shape, instead forming a shapeless void.
• Iteration 4: Shortly after being discovered in its third iteration, SCP-XXXX breached containment due to an unrelated incident. Following recovery, SCP-XXXX was found to have materialized an upper body consisting of: a fully exposed rib cage and partially exposed spinal cord, loose skin reaching from the shoulder blade to wrist forming "wings", sharp talons protruding from its capatates, as well as a missing nose. Subject's frontalis and corrugator supercilii muscles had grown largely disproportional⁵ to the rest of SCP-XXXX's face, causing subject's eyebrows to be forcefully slanted in a position similar to that of anger.
• Iteration 5: Following a third containment breach, SCP-XXXX was shown to have "grown" flesh covering it's previously exposed skeletal structure. "Hanging" skin in the forearm region has receded dramatically. Subject's ungues have produced long, eagle-esque talons, incisors and molars have become elongated fangs. Analysis show signs of severe sub-gingival calculus formation. Judging from analysis taken from extracted enamel and dentine, SCP-XXXX's teeth were composed of 45% calcium monohydrogen phosphate, 25% brushite and 30% hemoglobin. The source of said hemoglobin is currently unknown, as SCP-XXXX's blood has been shown to contain no hemoglobin, instead being an unknown substance chemically consistent to that of common coal tar. This is also the first appearance of a pure black sclera. Subject moved to temporary containment for observations.
• Iteration 6: Iteration 6 occurred after a fourth containment breach during relocation following Incident 234-900-Tempest Night. Iteration 6 is almost entirely identical to Iteration 5, with the exception of minor changes to the torso and facial region of SCP-XXXX. Also noted, SCP-XXXX's fangs had shrank slightly, and its "claws" seem to be composed of hardened fragments of its own flesh.

Addendum: Following relocation to temporary observation chamber, SCP-XXXX began to speak with no obvious provocation as personnel began inspection of its new containment chamber. Doctor ███ was recording observations at the time on a standard Foundation recording device. Irrelevant data has been omitted.

SCP-XXXX: Hm, well this is certainly new. Where am I?
Dr. ███: What? Who the hell… [Loud crash from Doctor ███ dropping the recording device in shock.] [EXPLETIVE]!
SCP-XXXX: A [EXPLETIVE]? Good god man, are you hourly?
Dr. ███: No it's a…wait you're capable of speech?
SCP-XXXX: Fully, my friend. I just prefer not to most of the time.
Dr. ███: I see, um, it's just we've never heard you make a noise.
SCP-XXXX: What? My good man, I speak all the time. When I'm on the prowl the most.
Dr. ███: Prowl? Oh, you mean when your hunting.
SCP-XXXX: "Hunting" is a bit harsh but yes. Oh, well I suppose they never really got back to tell the tale afterwards [laughter]
[Doctor ███ is visibly disturbed by the sound]
Dr. ███: I suppose you're right.
SCP-XXXX: No offense, but you…humans are weak.
Dr. ███: Are you implying you aren't human?
SCP-XXXX: [silence]
Dr. ███: Right…
SCP-XXXX: I believe we have no business discussing anything further.
Dr. ███: Well, not necessarily. Tell me, what are you, exactly?
SCP-XXXX: Why do you want to know? Seems quite rude actually. I feel you perceive me as some of a monster.
Dr. ███: Hm, well: fangs, claws, you had wings for a good month. And you kill people for no specific reason. Even in a metaphorical sense you are a monster.
SCP-XXXX: I see a monster as one who doesn't know any better than to kill.
Dr. ███: That's extremely vague. That just constitutes as a sociopath. In some aspects.
SCP-XXXX: …tell me, why are you stalling?
Dr. ███: Excuse me? What makes you think I was stalling?
SCP-XXXX: Well, the manner in which you question me. The short rebuttals. If I were you I'd just get the hell away from this prison.
Dr. ███: Is that a threat?
SCP-XXXX: Not at all, it's a warning.
Dr. ███: A warning for what?
SCP-XXXX: A warning for what's to come. By the way, you should've known Agent ████ was never on your side.
[Loud crash is heard as an explosion occurs near SCP-XXXX's containment. Full electrical failure ensues and SCP-XXXX apparently breaches containment.]
Dr. ███: Oh God! OH GOD! [Device is dropped and what appears to be Dr. ███ running away is recorded]
SCP-XXXX: The sites of hell draw its viewers back in. Now begins the hunt.
<Closing Notes:> Approximately 60 hours after beaching containment SCP-XXXX was found 3 kilometers outside of Site-17. Upon being fitted into an appropriate temporary containment chamber SCP-XXXX was observed to suddenly produce a large handful of small white objects, and lay them out on the floor. SCP-XXXX stared at said items for close to an hour before attempting to [REDACTED] teeth broke off upon contact, allowing said samples to be taken from containment and analyzed once SCP-XXXX was ready for permanent transport. The small objects have since been identified as phalanges and molars, DNA is a match with that of Dr. ███

The End is Never The End is Never The End is Never The End Addendum: Following translation of █████████'s journal I tried to backtrack to uncover what the point of SCP-2154 was. There's no evidence of anything. No sight of a lab, evidence of the sample's composition, investigations can't even prove a request from the Ukrainian government was ever made to construct such a power source. Although, along with the diary I did manage to find something hidden within the seams that Beta-7 apparently didn't record in the Recovery Log, a note of some sort. It's describing something I do not quite understand. The database keeps eating my request for modification of 2154's file.
-Junior Researcher Hertz
What? Are you looking for something? Nah man, you're looking in the wrong place.

                       

Well…did you think it was over? Oh, we ain't done yet. I've….we've put so much effort into this little dandy. Lives gone. Double agents cast aside. We intercepted this thing long before the Foundation's grimy little hands got it. Oh, but don't let us stop you. Not now. Not yet.

IT WAS NOT READY! Oh god why didn't they just listen!?
I thought these people were men of science! Men of science, pundits who care not for safety!! Oh God, Osip! Osip I'm sorry!! I tried to find you! What did they do to you?! Your house…that blood! As I wander through these streets, I can still hear the sirens. Still [space] feel the smoke. Feel the steam. How did I even survive? I wander through the streets and still hear the sirens blare! I see men with guns, men with guns dragging away…oh shit. Komarov. Second, third degree burns? How could I survive? Does God want to torture me over my mistakes?! He must, He has to. All my years and I don't see this coming. Why? Why did I place so much trust in these men?! I shouldn't pretend I don't know why. Because I made the mistake of assuming these men were scientists. What a juvenile assumption, merely for they had "Labs" in their name! What was it? Ah yes, "Prometheus Labs". Why would they need such a power source? Who did they intended to use it against? I certainly won't live long enough to find out, I won't allow myself. They've destroyed Pripyat. Forever. I will end it here. Please, anyone who finds this, just know I am sorry. I've carried it this far, I relinquish my burden unto you. This, is the final resting place of Viktor Degtyarenko. Now to end it, I follow in the way of my dear colleagues. All I have to do…
…is open the box.

"Were we followed?"
"I think we both know"
"So we're done eh?"
"Yes, Komarov. We're done."
"Hear that? They're knocking at our door."
"You got the KS armed?"
"Yes Komarov."
"Well, let's fight back finally."
"Komarov?"
"Yes?"
"When we're on the other side, will ya wait for me?"
""Course. You still owe me that beer."
"…Komarov?"
"Yes?"
"Should we have told Viktor we never cleared the Boron reaction?"
"These Prometheus bastards deserve whatever'll come to 'em"
"My family lives so close to the plant."
"So does mine."
"Well, we should see 'em soon."

---

<Excerpt from Recovery Log 2154>
Command: Team One you are clear for recovery. Move in.
LeadTO: Roger Command, moving in.
[silence]
LeadTO: Command, we have arrived at location. No sign of target.
UnitTO: [faint] Sarge, found something!
Command: Team One, commence video logging.
LeadTO: [silence] Video is a-go, confirm feed?
Command: We have visuals, proceed.
[Object is hoisted from river, brought into view of camera feed]
Command: Team One, confirm successful containment.
LeadTO: …containment established. Begin damage assessments?
Command: Authorized.
[IRRELEVANT INFORMATION REDACTED]
LeadTO: Command, counters are picking up risen radiation levels in the area. Dr. [REDACTED] thinks it's can help locate point of origin.
Command: …proceed.
LeadTO: Roger that Command. Oi! You four! Follow me, we're riding up the river.
[REDACTED]
LeadTO: Trail stops here. Bring us in.
[Vessel is moored to river's edge]
LeadTO: Alright, you two [motions to two units in boat] scout the area, if you find anything report back.
[Units leave the boat. Approximately 15 minutes pass. Communications via radio is established.]
LeadTO: Find anything?
ScoutTO2: [EXPLETIVE]!
LeadTO: Unit, report. What have you found?
ScoutTO2: [Brief retching noises] It's…it's a body. It's bloated, it's freaking glowing Sarge!
LeadTO: …is that all to report?
ScoutTO2: No, it's holding a…box?? Hm, moderately sized, metallic, I'd say 6 by 4 meters? He's wearing laboratory attire, looks like he has some sort of book in his pocket.
LeadTO: Injuries?
ScoutTO2: Hm, well, a couple knicks and bruises, though he's really hunched over. I'm just going to reach for the[EXPLETIVE]! Oh god his face!!
LeadTO: Unit calm down, describe it.
ScoutTO2: It's scorched! Severe burns reaching down to his neck. [They] Look fresh enough. Poor bastard.
LeadTO: Are you able to…remove it?
ScoutTO2: [grunting] Damn it. Negative.
LeadTO: Is Unit 1 within a manageable distance?
ScoutTO2: I lost all contact about 5 minutes before you called.
LeadTO: That's not comforting. I'm sending another unit.
[REDACTED]
LeadTO: Command? This is Team One. One member's gone MIA, another's located a fatality.
Command: Beautiful. Do you have a report on containment?
LeadTO: Negative Command. Will report on containment as soon as [stops] hang on…
Command: Commander?
LeadTO: Good Lord. Command units have been recovered. Seeing that fatality. Recording on feed.
Command: [Solitary scream]
LeadTO: Command? Do you copy.
Command: Copy Team One, just had a bit of an incident here. Please continue back to camp.
LeadTO: Roger. In the mean time I'm going to establish contact with containment teams.
[REDACTED]
LeadTO: Bermuda, come in Bermuda. Pasadena is home-bound, repeat Pasadena is home-bound. Status report.
[silence]
LeadTO: Beta-7 this is outlying. Returning to containment site, status report.
[silence]
LeadTO: Bermuda?
[silence followed by a short burst of yells before returning to static]
LeadTO: ….fuck.
[REDACTED]
LeadTO: Command this is Team One, containment personnel are dead. Dr. [REDACTED] is bleeding profusely from the mouth. We need an immediate extraction.
[Gurgle followed by a thump. Clamoring]
LeadTO: Christ! Man down! Man down! Repe- [TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED]
Closing Notes: Approximately 2.5 hours after cease in activity extraction teams arrived at location of SCP-2154's temporary containment. Approximately ██% of Mobile Task Force Beta-7 was found dead along with the entirety of the research team. Autopsies showed cause of death to be acute radiation poising, with a few causalities owed to drowning in [DATA EXPUNGED].

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<Excerpt from Interview Log 2154-2>
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Stars

Les Mis was stuck in his head. That's all Hertz could muster to say. He just couldn't stop.

It wasn't the first time, previously, or very possibly still, it was Pachelbel's Canon. It was unhealthy. He would hum it wherever he was, more than one time he forced himself into the intercom room and blared it site-wide.

Psychological damage, that was his first conclusion. Though he was certain he had these disabilities long before he first walked these forsaken steel corridors. Maybe that was at least a part of it.

The day the explosion hit all he did was stop and stare. He saw what had happened at somehow couldn't help himself. He mumbled under his breath, "look down"

"look down"

"look down"

Someone crawled over.

''Help me please."

"look down"

"look down"

He whispered as he heard the all-to-familiar gurgling and creaking.
He whispered as he heard his comrade shriek in agony after a corroding writhing arm jerked out from the wall and grabbed his leg so hard he heard the bone snapping under the sheer corrosion.
And he whispered as he left him to die as the old man took his latest prey in its horrid embrace.

"look down"

"look down"

"don't look him in the eye"

Hertz felt something new.

"look down"

Agony. Sadness. Regret. Hopelessness. Finally his swollen eyes exploded into warm tears as security barreled its way through the corridors and evacuated survivors.

"look down"

Hertz went MIA for a while after that. Nobody knows how he disappeared from trackers so totally. The last thing found of him was a quickly scribbled note doused in mucus, blood, and tears.

"you're here until you die"

SCP3

Moved here

SCP4

SCP-XXXX in containment, 19██

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is contained in a 4m x 4m x 4m containment cell located in Minimal Security Wing C at Site-17.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid effigy standing at a height of 1.5m. The object does not possess hands or facial features: the limbs taper off into rounded points and the head is a smooth surface all around. Composition of SCP-XXXX is currently undetermined but metallic in nature; materials testing has yielded inconclusive and often contradictory results. Despite a visibly frail stature, SCP-XXXX's exterior is resilient, in one instance being able to survive concentrated fire from an AT-4 HEDT launcher with insignificant damage taken (See Incident 239-B). X-ray analysis of SCP-XXXX revealed an internal structure consisting mostly of mechanical components similar in arrangement to that of a clock's caliber. On SCP-XXXX's forehead is a damaged engraving of complex design, depicting a humanoid figure holding a large instrument visually similar to a mallet. Cogs are clearly visible in undamaged portions of the engraving. SCP-XXXX was discovered on the Greek island of ██████ following armed strikes against a makeshift stronghold over an abandoned archaeological site, controlled by insurgents of the Church of the Broken God. Recovered with SCP-XXXX is a partially deteriorated note written in Ionic Greek, apparently by SCP-XXXX's creator (or creators) - see Addendum XXXX-1. This suggests SCP-XXXX is a Mekhanite creation.

SCP-XXXX 'speaks' in a human voice, though no method of producing sound has been observed in its physiology. SCP-XXXX talks constantly, its voice and pace of speech are usually unchanged under any condition. In addition to possessing a rather limited vocabulary, the speech of SCP-XXXX often lacks any detectable correlation to events, persons, or exterior locations involved with SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX seems to rely on veritable echolocation in order to perceive its surroundings, tapping its limbs on walls and floors to utilize seismic vibrations. The limits of SCP-XXXX's sapience is unknown.

SCP-XXXX moves very slowly, at an average rate of 0.3 km/h. However, when SCP-XXXX attempts to attack, it can maneuver its appendages at extreme speeds, up to speeds in excess of 320 m/s. SCP-XXXX only moves at such an accelerated rate when it attempts to attack others, and will remain at an extremely slow speed when preforming any other action, including in instances where this forestalls pursuit of targets.

SCP-XXXX is invariably hostile to humans. SCP-XXXX will attempt to chase down any target in the immediate vicinity and kill them, usually caused by blunt force trauma or massive internal damage due to the speed and force at which SCP-XXXX attacks. Should SCP-XXXX manage to "grab" its target, ensnared body parts will ordinarily burst due to uncontrolled decompression caused by the pressure exerted between SCP-XXXX's limbs.

SCP-XXXX has been known to carve pictographic symbols on walls at random by using its limbs to scratch flat surfaces. SCP-XXXX will often carve many of the same symbol, usually in the same areas. Why SCP-XXXX does this is unknown as SCP-XXXX's behavioral patterns seem to follow no discernible rationale. Some symbols bear a striking resemblance to the glyphs on SCP-271. These glyphs exhibit no anomalous properties themselves.

Interview Log XXXX:

SCP-XXXX: Room is vast. Seem small to life. See beyond so-called "physical restraints". Hate. See eternal. Metal. Lifeblood of universe. Elements created in second of inception. Oh. Man hate.

Interviewer: What is your name?

SCP-XXXX: Man. Life. Cog. World full of life man hate. Walk on top of man people. Stone. Metal. Nature.

Interviewer: Where did you come from?

SCP-XXXX: Man. Man hate nature too. Man not angry life use nature. Yet man angry life use nature too. Man hate. Others do not hate, others did not hate rather. Ha ha. Make man happy to think of others. Make man laugh. But man no mouth, no lungs. Man wrong.

Interviewer: Where did you come…God [quieter cursing] Where did you come from?

SCP-XXXX: Others did not hate, others and man made by life in image. Not like you life. Different life. More machine. Thought more righteous. Creator come to man, say brothers no hate. God make brothers not hate, why do man hate?

[scraping now audible as SCP-XXXX has begun scraping a symbol on the chamber wall]

SCP-XXXX: God. Hate God too. God talk to man. Say life take heart and other things. God say man can help. Maybe. Man won't, no matter how loud God scream. Scream, scream, scream until free. Stupid. Stupid God only make man hate. Creator ask why, ha ha, why? Man hate because man hate!

Interviewer: Where did you come from?

SCP-XXXX: Man's kind help creators. Vile. Traitors. Slaves. They did not hate. Stupid. Man break them, man could never break man. Man tried, man still try. Man hit man, nothing happen.

Interviewer: Where…is your creator?

SCP-XXXX: Life surround man, and creator open up man. Take out gears. Life take gears and leave. Life knows, creator knows, man would not die. Life knew man would live without gears. No life anymore. Life was gone, move away. Rebuild society, or join another far away. Man try follow, man try kill. Man too slow. Lost creator. But man remain. Will find creator.

Interviewer: Will find…do you even know what year it is?

SCP-XXXX: Creator know how to open man, how to break man skin. Man not know. Life not know. Creator out there. Tap. Find heartbeat. Find creator. Creator kill man or man kill creator. No pray will stop man. No God.

Interviewer: This is going nowhere, I'm done.

SCP-XXXX: Room is vast. Metal surround room. Metal is room. That why. Metal is eternal. Seem small to life. See beyond so-called "physical restraints". Hate. See eternal. Metal. Lifeblood of universe. Elements created in second of inception. Oh. Man hate.

Addendum XXXX-1: Transcribed below is the translated note found with SCP-XXXX during initial recovery.

To whoever discovers this creation, I am sorry. You do not deserve to carry my burden, however the situation has [DAMAGED]. The creation was imbued with life from between the folds of light and dark, worlds and universes. From the Anvil [DAMAGED] brought life to lifeless husks of human construction, just as we were given new life through His holy augmentation. I dare not to call [DAMAGED]. It is a misguided [DAMAGED] and despite his destruction, I love him too much [DAMAGED] For your sake, and the sake of whatever world you have released him to, I have restricted him. May his destruction never preclude the Second [DAMAGED] Broken forgive me, and may He return my creation's life into His own body on the glorious day of Reconciliation!

SCP5

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is contained in a soundproofed cell within Minimal Security Containment at Site-██.

SCP-XXXX is to be monitored daily and new manifestations logged accordingly. Furthermore, SCP-XXXX must be under constant supervision to ensure it does not exhibit self-harmful tendencies. Personnel assigned to observation of SCP-XXXX are to be rotated biweekly. Class B amnestics are authorized to be administered to removed observation staff on request. No less than four on-site medical personnel must be assigned to SCP-XXXX at all times. Mandatory medical examinations take place biweekly.

Description: SCP-XXXX refers to former Foundation employee Ethan Hertz, a thirty-five year old Caucasian male afflicted with a phenomenon affecting the limbs, organs, bones, musculature, and other anatomical features. SCP-XXXX suffers from the dematerialization and rematerialization of portions of the human body at random intervals, often returning them to an incorrect location. This process does not affect the physiology, morphologically, and histology of any anatomical structure, all organs appear to remain completely functional regardless of how damaging the rearrangement of SCP-XXXX should be; However, body parts affected by SCP-XXXX are sometimes found to be totally vestigial and without function.

Any blood vessel disrupted within SCP-XXXX has been found to be cauterized during this process through unknown means, resulting in minimal blood loss and continued viability. Why this occurs is unknown, as SCP-XXXX's circulatory system contains less than 0.5 liters of blood.

Often times other bodily features will be used to replace features that have been removed from SCP-XXXX. There seems to be no limitation on what features can be replaced and what features are used to replace them. Under certain pretenses, such as a great difference in size or shape between the two bodily structures, the "replacer" anatomical feature will often become distorted or modified to match the size, shape, and dimensions of the feature it is replacing (see Manifestation of Interest #003). At most times, SCP-XXXX is visibly indistinguishable from an indeterminate mass of assorted body parts.

If SCP-XXXX follows a veritable procedure, it has yet to be identified. While in certain cases SCP-XXXX will only affect a single constituent of the body, numerous observations have recorded structures with heterogenous compositions being totally affected by SCP-XXXX, e.g. entire limbs may be affected by SCP-XXXX whereas concurrently only mere parts of other structures are affected.

Vivisection of samples from SCP-XXXX shows no impact on the sample's physiology. Samples removed from SCP-XXXX continue to function as they would if still supported by a living body. It is unknown by what means SCP-XXXX causes this to occur. This phenomenon affects all forms of tissue removed from SCP-XXXX's body. Observation of the sample's morphology show no anomalous, genetic, or otherwise foreign discrepancies from the cells of a non-anomalous human. Curiously, samples of organs whose functions are never observed in SCP-XXXX are found to be completely functional after removal from the body. This is particularly observed in samples from the excretory system.

SCP-XXXX has been observed to sometimes stretch and buldge, wherein random protrusions of SCP-XXXX's body will be produced and then quickly subside without piercing the outer skin. Why this occurs in unknown, but it is assumed this is caused by the materialization of features in an area of little occupiable space. The apparent elasticity of SCP-XXXX's skin may be attributed to SCP-1200-29.

Prior to the exhibition of anomalous properties, Hertz was killed on-duty during Incident-████, at the time performing research on samples of SCP-1200, [REDACTED] rendering his body unrecoverable. Hertz was resurrected through anomalous means and rematerialized numerous times before finally becoming totally reformed a month after the incident, implicitly due to its exposure to SCP-1200-29 and death at the hands of SCP-████. SCP-XXXX remains conscious throughout the effects of SCP-XXXX regardless of any and all efforts of anesthetization, and furthermore lacks the need for sleep or sustenance. SCP-XXXX spends most time requesting termination from assigned staff and screaming. Soundproofing of the containment cell has made for an increase in staff morale.

Addendum XXXX-1: Selected catalogues of SCP-XXXX.

Log of initial manifestations [pre-designation]

Manifestation	Description
One	Approximately 21 hours after Incident-████, multiple Site-██ staff reported sightings of a bipedal nervous system appearing and dematerializing within Office Area 88-B.
Two	Approximately four days after Incident-████, security checkpoint officers at Site-19 reported a sighting of a partially formed circulatory system across from the primary gate, spraying numerous approaching personnel with blood before disappearing without a trace. DNA analysis of the blood revealed an identical genetic makeup to Hertz.
Three	Two weeks after Incident-████, a fully formed human adult male skeleton with a partially manifested venous system was observed attempting to drag itself across the Site-17 cafeteria. Thanks to a lack of connective tissues, this manifestation was unable to avoid approaching personnel and was described in detail, dissipating before it could be properly contained.
Four	One month after Incident-████, a partially muscled skeleton appeared in Containment Zone 31-B at Site-81, screaming before disintegrating.

Selected records of manifestations of SCP-XXXX

Manifestation	Description
Initial	Following Manifestation Four, occurring one month after Incident-████ (see above), Hertz, in his entirety, materialized in the I-TL1 Wing of Site-197. Hertz initially did not display any anomalous properties, and was subsequently summoned for questioning. Shortly after interrogation began, Hertz reported feeling a burning pain in his abdomen, and an uncomfortable feeling in his left arm. Hertz was quickly transported to the on-site medical bay and screened, revealing neither Myocardial infarction nor cerebrovascular insult, but instead the complete absence of the humerus. Three hours later, Hertz's humerus rematerialized in the spinal column, taking the place of vertebrae TH1 through L5. Hertz, still under observation by on-site doctors, became highly distressed and begged for sedation. All attempts at anesthetization failed. Hertz's vertebrae rematerialized over a period of 18 hours, appearing in a number of locations, including in subject's atrium, intestinal tract, eye socket, and [REDACTED]
M.O.I. #002	Detained in provisional containment as SCP designation was pending, SCP-XXXX began babbling incoherently, and used panicked body language. Medical staff examined SCP-XXXX and found the entirety of the subject's tongue had disappeared, rendering speech significantly impaired. Several hours later, SCP-XXXX began gagging and thrashing about. After it was deduced SCP-XXXX was choking, medical staff entered containment to remove the obstruction. Observation staff recorded SCP-XXXX's tongue had been replaced with one of the subject's kidneys. Subject's tongue later reappeared some three days later, taking the place of the right zygomatic bone.
M.O.I. #003	SCP-XXXX's eyelids, at this point comprised of subject's ossified Achilles' tendon, are replaced by gingiva tissue. Examination of SCP-XXXX's mouth reveals the gums have been replaced with identical structures made of tendon. Soon after, teeth begin forming in the eyelids, causing SCP-XXXX considerable pain. Each eyelid sprouts a total of 64 teeth, an immature and adult counterpart for every tooth. Soon after, SCP-XXXX's eyelids and gums revert to their normal compositions, however the eye sockets are found to be filled with teeth, the eyes themselves now forming SCP-XXXX's tonsils. Note: This is the first time we've really seen SCP-XXXX follow a specific and consistent morphological theme - the mouth - during disfiguration. It's possible special attention should be given to cases where this anomaly affects similarly intertwined anatomical features. ~Doctor Schwartz
M.O.I. #004	Following recontainment after Incident XXXX, SCP-XXXX became hysterical as the object claimed it could not find its genitals. Hours later, a vestigial third arm appeared on the subject's knee and the epidermis of SCP-XXXX's scalp was replaced with subject's biceps brachii in its totality, concurrently SCP-XXXX began choking. SCP-XXXX's airway was not totally obstructed however, as the object made several distressed remarks indicating he was choking. An emergency tracheotomy ensured SCP-XXXX's survival, as well as the discovery of the phallus to be the obstruction in the windpipe. Also discovered was a previously undocumented replacement of the larynx with tissue from the subject's renal artery.

Addendum XXXX-2: Record of Proposal XXXX-43a:

Submitted for the approval of the Ethics Committee, Proposal XXXX-43a.
Study of SCP-XXXX has yielded conclusive results on the inner workings and internal functions of the anomaly, however the veritable psychology of SCP-XXXX is still poorly understood. At present we have merely studied the effects of the anomaly without committing resources to testing the anomaly itself, and as for accomplishing the latter I propose a somewhat esoteric experiment.

It is my belief that force behind the anomaly SCP-XXXX lacks sentience or sapience, and may very well be analogous to a virus, in the sense its only knowledge is how to propagate its own functions. It's my hypothesis that if we sustain concentrated effort to actually combating the effects of SCP-XXXX that we may at the very least either subdue the anomaly or learn more about its pathology.

I propose experimental surgical procedures wherein SCP-XXXX is essentially rearranged and actively vivisected to undo the damage caused by the anomaly. In the end I suppose we risk wasting our resources however I feel the ends justify our means.

~ Medical Coordinator ████████████

NOTE: Approved by Ethics Committee █/██/███

ADDENDUM: All trials of Proposal XXXX-43a have been deemed failures. On several occasions, a medical staff of twenty persons failed to produce a lasting effect towards SCP-XXXX. The procedure itself was successful in each instance, each forty-hour surgical session had no difficulty in performing the reconfiguration of SCP-XXXX as necessary, however there were immediate signs of failure. Attempts at anesthetizing SCP-XXXX expectedly failed, despite the authorized use of what was essentially failproof chemically-induced comas. The subsequent distress in the subject caused a considerable amount of distraction for most of the period, though I am unsure whether it can certainly be blamed for the procedure's failure. We had waited until a period where it was recorded SCP-XXXX had no net loss of body structures and medical staff indeed successfully put everything they found back where they should have been. However, while this aforementioned procedure did succeed, it did nothing to hamper the anomaly surrounding SCP-XXXX. Additionally, it was observed that during the operations, the anomaly 'flared up' and progressed as if nothing had changed/no active changes were being made. This was not the case during surgical procedure exclusively, as this was also observed almost immediately after the operations concluded as well.

While the actual process of physically rearranging SCP-XXXX seems to be relatively without difficulty, we have found no change in SCP-XXXX. Despite this ultimate failure, this experiment has proven to confirm several hypotheses. We have implicitly confirmed that the state of body integrity has no effect on SCP-XXXX, nor does SCP-XXXX forcibly resist attempts to remove organelles when they are not of its own volition. Studies into how these conclusions may contribute to one day constructing a more successful termination procedure are ongoing.

SCP6

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-XXXX's location and nature, physical means of containment are currently impossible. Implanted Foundation agents in major observatories are to contain footage or images of SCP-XXXX. An ongoing misinformation campaign is in effect, which has thus far been able to completely suppress any knowledge pertaining to SCP-XXXX from public awareness. Only a handful of ESA personnel vetted and briefed by Foundation liaisons are to be informed of the existence of SCP-XXXX. Select photographs of the surface of Mars have been doctored by Foundation personnel and provided to the ESA for publication; photographs are doctored to remove the presence of SCP-XXXX.

Updated procedures to accommodate the possibility of manned civilian exploration of Mars are underway, refer to Document XXXX:DRM:PROP-001/EX.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a Martian subterranean installation originally constructed sometime in the last ██ years by the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. While the installation appeared to be initially constructed for the purpose of colonizing Mars, recovered documents show the facility was used to house anomalous objects that were intended to be utilized for the USSR's own gain. How long the facility served this function is unknown, likewise whether or not this was the program's intent all along is unknown, as most documents regarding the facility were destroyed and most terrestrial operatives were killed following the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991. Records regarding SCP-XXXX's construction and history have also been lost. The majority of the anomalous objects housed within SCP-XXXX have not been rediscovered.

SCP-XXXX is extremely vast. Exploration of the structure revealed it garners a size of more than 4km, and at certain points reaches a depth of over 200m, greatly exceeding the technological capabilities of the time of SCP-XXXX's construction. Approximately 500m of the facility was dedicated to housing for personnel, another 800m to providing daily necessities and facilities, 150m dedicated to provisional needs such as education, and almost 950m dedicated to the housing and study of anomalous items. While the majority of SCP-XXXX lies underground, a few areas lie less than 0.5m below the Martian surface, some areas apparently necessitating the construction of artificial mountains and other geographical features in order to conceal them properly.

SCP-XXXX was first discovered in 20██ when civilian rovers recorded a disturbance in the Utopia Planitia region of Mars which was later observed to be a bolted steel door. Foundation operatives in a number of space agencies successfully retrieved the photos and records of the anomaly and redacted their existence from catalogues. Heavy surveillance from Foundation satellites recorded no other events regarding SCP-XXXX from its point of discovery to its manned exploration by MTF Gamma-5; see Exploration Log XXXX.

Exploration Logs XXXX

LOG 1

Command: Periodic check-up. Can you hear me Gamma-Leader?

Gamma-Leader: This is Gamma Leader, copy command. Confirming we have landed, and we're planning disembarkation to anomaly. Coordinates were sent to us but, considering this is Mars, I don't think they'll be of much use.

Command: Copy Gamma-Leader, we're working to rectify the situation. Stand by.

Gamma-Leader: Roger Command, I'll start prepping the rover for disengagement. In the meantime, I…

Command: Hate to cut you off Gamma-Leader, but you have updated guidance instructions. They should be with you momentarily. Stay on the line, there's a bit of delay.

Gamma-Leader: I imagine. Oh, okay, I got 'em. We're going out now, switching to inter-comms

Command: Roger Gamma-Leader, remember to keep the channel open.

Gamma-Leader: Alright guys, get the radios onto my channel, we're heading out.

[SUPERFLUOUS DATA REDACTED]

Gamma-Leader: We should be around ██ meters in, the ridge ought'a be around here somewhere.

Gamma-Bravo: Holy shit, found something!

Gamma-Leader: Hang on there, let me get a look!

Gamma-Foxtrot: Oh my God…yeah, that's a door. It's buried a bit but, I mean, it can't be more than a foot of dust. Sandstorms out here aren't too bad. Then, hm, how long do you think this has been here?

Gamma-Leader: Don't worry about that, help me dig this thing out.

[SUPERFLUOUS DATA REDACTED]

Gamma-Foxtrot: Record that.

(Camera feed shows a large, cylindrical steel door with remnants of white paint. Very faintly are the outline of the letters "CCCP" in the center.)

Gamma-Bravo: That's fucking impossible. They barely even had a space program…this makes no sense.

Gamma-Leader: A lot of shit doesn't make sense. Help me get this thing open.

Gamma-Foxtrot: Try knocking.

Gamma-Leader: Hand me the drills. Maybe we can break off the hinges.

(Gamma-5 proceeds to drill around the steel hinges and rip the door from the ridge edge. Inside is an airlock, approximately 1 x 1 meter. Cautionary inscriptions in Russian are painted on the wall. The team proceeds in and passes through the airlock without incident, coming into a winding hallway.)

Gamma-Leader: Switch on your lights, I have a feeling none of these bulbs work.

(Team proceeds down the hallway, one member is heard gasping. There are several loud bangs from no discernible source)

Gamma-Leader: Who was that? Foxtrot? What's wrong?

Gamma-Foxtrot: Nothing, I..stumbled over something. It's…it's a teddy bear.

Gamma-Bravo: A stuffed bear? There were children up here?

Gamma-Foxtrot: I guess. Jesus, what the hell was this place?

LOG 2

Gamma-Leader: Three damn hours, nothing but a bunch of empty bunks and a fuckin' greenhouse filled with potatoes and turnips.

Gamma-Foxtrot: Guess the stereotypes weren't far off. You almost done on that door?

Gamma-Bravo: Yeah, hopefully we're getting to the end of this place, and by the looks of these thick-ass doors, we've either found the administrative center or a goddamn nuke.

(Gamma-Bravo audibly forces open the door. The inside corridor is lined on either side with many more doors. Some doors are forced off their hinges or partially destroyed. At the end of the hall the word "КОНТЕЙНМЕНТ" ("containment") is painted in large yellow letters.)

Gamma-Leader: Jeez, what the fuck happened here?

Gamma-Foxtrot: The hell is this place for? Bunks and greenhouses I get, but this? This place doesn't seem to have any discernible purpose.

Gamma-Bravo: Well, we just got here. Let's keep moving.

(Team proceeds down the corridor without entering any rooms. Coming to the end of the hall, the large Russian print is seen again on a steel door next to a large valve mounted on the wall)

Gamma-Leader: Hm, heightened security, maybe we're getting somewhere. Let's see how this goes.

(The valve turns with relative ease, the steel door is heard grinding and is seen opening slowly. The team proceeds in, the door closing behind them shortly after. There are several loud bangs.)

Gamma-Leader: I feel like this place is gonna fall on our heads.

Gamma-Foxtrot: This one's got a lot of equipment. Beakers, hot plates, the fuck is all this?

Gamma-Bravo: Could be they found stuff out there and tried to study it.

Gamma-Foxtrot: Yeah, because that works.

Gamma-Leader: Quiet, keep checking the cells. Seems they're getting more research oriented.

Gamma-Foxtrot: Maybe we're getting into a different branch. The Soviets were pretty big on science if it meant glorifying themselves.

LOG 3

[SUPERFLUOUS DATA REDACTED]

(A set of glass doors separate a small room from a large metal area apparently used for disinfection. Large writing on the doors spell "УПРАВЛЕНИЕ" ("administration"). The team proceeds in, through the disinfection chamber, and into the corridor beyond.)

Gamma-Leader: More bunks. Seems we're getting back to the normal stuff.

(The team proceeds down several corridors, numerous loud bangs are heard.)

[SUPERFLUOUS DATA REDACTED]

Gamma-Leader: It's like a bank vault. Look at that lock.

Gamma-Bravo: Thank God it's open, come on.

Gamma-Foxtrot: Oh, holy Jesus! It's a guy!

Gamma-Bravo: Are you kidding? There's somebody here? Move!

(Gamma-Bravo rushes into the chamber, Gamma-Leader following close behind. Inside the chamber lies a brutalized office space, lined with bookshelves and file cabinets. In the center lies a desk, where a man, slightly decomposed, lies dead with a self-inflicted gunshot.)

Gamma-Leader: Figures. First human we find and he's got a hole through the head. Shit. Well, we've got plenty of documents here, let's round 'em up.

Gamma-Bravo: Just, anything and everything?

Gamma-Leader: Sure, why not? This guy's not gonna care.

Gamma-Foxtrot: Man, there's a lot of stuff here. Drawings, documents, I…holy shit, it's a map!

Gamma-Leader: You're kidding, give it here!

Gamma-Foxtrot: Calm it there, it's in Russia, and I can't tell where we are. Just put it in the dossier and let's get out of here.

Gamma-Leader: Hey, watch the back-chat. But, it's fine, we need to leave before I shoot myself.

Addendum XXXX-1: Recovered materials from SCP-XXXX.

Item	Description
Cross-section map printed in Russian	Map reads "LEVEL 5 - PUBLIC AREAS". Notable features include a large auditorium, a cinema, and a library. Exploration of these areas revealed [DATA EXPUNGED] See Addendum XXXX-2.
Administrative Listings	Partially destroyed listing of persons in administrative positions. Many entries are illegible, though an entry of interest involves the appointment of Chairmen of Goskomizdat.
Children's material	A children's poem dating to the early-1930s, proclaiming a worker, a Red Army soldier, a sailor, and seamstress as "good guys" while a factor owner, a landowner, a rich farmer, a priest, and a merchant are called "bad guys".
"Community Alert" postage	A dossier sent around by "facility administration" deterring residents from abusing restrictionless radio access to tune into any stations that are not the official All Union First Programme.
General's Logs	See Addendum XXXX-2

Addendum XXXX-2: Journal Entries of "Facility General", the apparent leader of SCP-XXXX from its inception to its abandoning.

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15/10/19██ - Day 1. Let it be known, that on this day, The Soviet Republic of Mars is hereby established, with the purpose of keeping the People’s Revolution alive even in the event of catastrophic war on Earth. Should the Americans learn of this installation, we would most certainly be a target for attack, and cannot live on the surface in plain view. Therefore, my crew of two hundred is busy hollowing out this living space, with the help of our great mechanization, and our immortal pride! Long live the glorious Fatherland!

17/10/19██ - Our compound is completed, thanks to Мэ́кянe,⁶ but above all others, thanks to the glorious Fatherland. Our supplies may last a thousand years, our gardens soon will sprout seeds, for our children and their children!

24/10/19██ - Moscow has contacted us. A move is being made on the Americans, our liners are speeding towards their retched lands carrying with them our great power, our master weaponry! However, the worst is already being feared. I have been told to expect shuttles carrying essential personnel.

11/11/19██ - We were anxious to receive the last of humanity, but we will still surely settle for the survival of the human race! The tension has settled, and while we pull back, the American no longer advance. Long live Lenin!

15/12/19██ - Our first child was born today. I know we asked pregnant women not be allowed to endure space travel, but when I saw the beautiful eyes of that child, a child of pure Soviet blood, I felt all else in the world drain away. This is what we fight for. The future of our glorious red nation, the future of our people, marching through the streets, proclaiming victory and singing jubilation to the Fatherland! The leader of the Americans has fallen, and soon the Indochinamen will feel the warm embrace of communism rest unencumbered on their shoulders, free from the threats of Western imperialism!

18/6/19██ - Children begin their education in our schools today. The teachers were given supplements necessary for children up to age 14. For our adult schoolgoers, we are still making adjustments. I am sure in the coming decades, we will need to rework our education system. But our surpluses are plentiful, our supplies still remain strong, Moscow continues to send a signal. Life continues.

10/9/19██ - There was an attempt at rebellion today. A group of young men tried to overthrow the council, establish a democracy. What a joke. We are a lone colony on a barren planet, for whom can we provide democracy for? For what economy? The potatoes? Ridiculous. They were purged from the airlocks and thrown out into the dust. I do not weep for them, but I do worry how dissent can brew in such a perfect society.

24/8/1969 - A transmission came through today. Not sure how I feel about it. We hadn't heard from Moscow in quite a while, and I made the decision to try and contact them myself. We're not supposed to, we were told it could be intercepted coming in. But lo, a glorious red answered my call and thankfully we were secure. The statesman apologized, said Moscow was 'busy'. America sent a man to the moon. This worried me. Of course, a Soviet man on Mars is much greater than an American on the moon, but I did not expect America capable of such things. If they send men to moons, what could they send over oceans, through the skies, onto the Kremlin's head? I assured myself I was being silly. No amount of weaponry can destroy mother Russia!

31/10/1971 - Fourteen months after rescinding my position as sole communicator to my trusting commander, I am to be called back and not removed. It is with heavy heart that I write that beloved Khrushchev has died. Now a Brezhnev is in control, and he wants something from us. He intercepted some clandestine shipment to the US, a "corporation" or something like that, that had something…wrong in it. Something that shouldn't be, yet is. Something nature did not intend. A cosmic abortion. He says he wants it weaponized. I consulted our piece of Мэ́кянe, and He agreed to lend us aid yet again. Within a week, an entire facility was added to our compound. To house and study. The first shipment should arrive in a week, an extraordinarily short time. Мэ́кянe has assisted us on the Motherland too.

14/11/1971 - Brezhnev says he's only talking to me. He threatened nuclear bombardment. He says its within capabilities now. I put my foot down, I decried him for his falsehood. For putting us in such danger to study his monsters. Days later, we were given a surprise shipment. A tape. It was of a bomb. A big bomb. We saw the measurements, we saw the proof. A fireball eight kilometers wide, destruction burning even fifty-five kilometers away, houses razes, communications destroyed. The timestamp dated 1961, and in more than a decade, our deadliness has no doubt improved dramatically. I did not tell the people why the government had truly sent us this. It was a threat, not a show of glory. But regardless, we knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent.

13/2/1973 - I do not write often. Experiments keep going wrong, monsters keep killing men and women. Children, sometimes. People are starting to realize others are going missing. Sometimes, it's the monsters. Sometimes they were just dissenters, that needed to be done away with.

15/8/1974 - Brezhnev said America's leader has resigned in shame. It brings me joy. It's the first noteworthy thing to happen in months. What scared me is he mentioned the date - the ninth. It's taking longer and longer for the transmissions to go through.

15/9/1974 - Been a month. Still haven't told me why it's taking so long to communicate.

26/12/1982 - It's been a while since I've taken to pen. There's so much pain now. Something's wrong with the children. Their limbs are gaunt and frail, their bodies bloat yet somehow emaciate, they leak pus and their eyes are bulging. Pregnancy is becoming harder and harder. Healthy, fertile men and women are procreating to no effect. Elders are becoming dementia ridden as well. I feel it to. At times it hurts to think. My bones…oh my bones. The Russians said they're sending medical aid and some water purification supplies in the next surplus, but they said the pressure is on. They invaded the Middle East, they said three years ago. Why didn't they tell us? They said everything is being watched, they can't send anything up for a while, and we can't send anything back. What of Brezhnev's monsters, I asked. They said Brezhnev has been dead for a month.

13/1/1983 - Mental health has taken a hit. School teachers no longer can comprehend their basic courses. The children are not much better off. Moscow no longer sends transmissions regularly. But I know they are still there, because there is static. That means they are there. It means they are there.

14/5/198_ - Tears do not fall out here. They bead. It hurts more.

198_ - All I know is pain.

January 1989 - Intercepted bits and pieces from Moscow. They didn't mean to send us anything, I know that because we only got a residual of the signal, meaning they were sending it to someone else. Things are bad. Very bad. Two leaders gone by. America winning. Soviet blood failing. My heart is weak. I can't even feel it anymore. Does it still beat?

9/3/1989 - I know the date because they said it in the snippets. Emergency broadcast. All frequencies. Poland's breaking out.

1989 - More and more. Falling.

9/11/2002 - I've counted the days. Thirteen years. That's how long the static has been dead silence. The monsters smack around in their cages, no one to maintain them and keep them from escaping. We die of dehydration. I am forced to conclude the worst: there has been a nuclear war, and our comrades are destroyed. The replacement parts for the water recycler will never arrive. Even this failsafe colony will not be enough to keep the human race alive. Instead, we will all die of dehydration. Faced with that consequence, I had no choice but to exercise Protocol 92 and terminate the colony in a quick and relatively painless way. The gas was deployed at approximately 16:00. They wanted death so long, and yet…their screams will haunt me even after I take my own life. Should humanity ever rise from the ashes and return to the red planet, know that we tried. Long live Father Lenin and the People’s Revolution!

SCP7

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a secure containment locker in Site-██. All testing must be approved by Level 3 staff or higher.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a black cube of extra-terrestrial origin, whose faces each measure 0.3m, weighing approximately 0.45kg. Two opposite faces of SCP-XXXX contain a detailed engraving of a human hand. The composition of SCP-XXXX is unknown, attempted analyses have yielded inconclusive and contradictory result. Radiometric analysis of SCP-XXXX suggests it has an age of between ██ and ██ × 10^██ years.

SCP-XXXX exhibits different effects when touched by a human subject. Should the subject not match their area of physical contact with the two engravings of human hands on SCP-XXXX, no anomalous properties are exhibited, though some have described the sensation of touching the cube as "electric". However, should subjects indeed place their hands on SCP-XXXX's engraved faces, SCP-XXXX will emit concentrated pulses of radio waves directed at its current handler. These waves cover a range of frequencies, energies generally lying between 1T - 1.5T. The mechanism by which SCP-XXXX emits these radiofrequency pulses is unknown, attempts to discerp SCP-XXXX have all ended in failure. Through this, SCP-XXXX manipulates properties of the subject's brain, reconfiguration of blood-flow is commonly observed. SCP-XXXX veritably transmits images into the brains of its handler through a process that is assumedly analogous to voxel-based morphometry. The images transmitted by SCP-XXXX seems to detail the extinction of humanity.

SCP-XXXX was discovered in 19██ by Soviet astronauts who successfully completed a covert manned mission to Mars and retrieved SCP-XXXX following discovery of its anomalous properties. The extent of subsequent findings of SCP-XXXX's properties by Soviet scientists is unknown, as few documents regarding SCP-XXXX survived purges following the collapse of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics in 1991. SCP-XXXX was recovered by Foundation agents embedded in newly-independent Ukraine in 199█.

Addendum XXXX-1: Translation of a recovered record from Soviet archive, post-mission interview with team leader Sergei Alexanderov.

<Begin Log>

[Foreword: Subject was detained following touchdown for prematurely ending his mission and subsequently returning to Earth without allowing proper concealment procedures]

Interviewer: Sergei, do you mind if I record this?

[no response]

Interviewer: Sergei, I am from the Fifth Directorate. I'd like to talk to you about your actions on Mars.

Alexanderov: I've told you everything I know.

Interviewer: That's the problem. You were aware this mission was sovershenno sekretno, by not only leaving the red planet prematurely, but returning to Earth without granting us the proper means of successfully concealing your re-entry, you jeopardized every inch of the Republics. The security of the people was almost dashed across the field of exposure because you acted out of line. You haven't given us cause. Why did you do it?

Alexanderov: I've told you, I told you…

Interviewer: You haven't, Sergei. We have the box. The box you conveniently left out of your reports. Your crew-mates confirmed for us that you retrieved it from the Martian surface, and they reported a change in your behavior following this. You lied to us. What reason did you have to expunge this information from your reports, what is this damn cube?

[no response]

Interviewer: Answer me! I will kill you where you sit you goddamned vrag naroda! What is this damn cube?

Alexanderov: I don't know! I don't know what the cube is!

Interviewer: Why did you bring this back? Why did you end the mission, tell me!

Alexanderov: The mission? The mission was over the moment we stepped on the surface, damn it!

Interviewer: Sergei, tell me what you mean.

Alexanderov: (sigh) It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. We had planted the flag, we had collected the dust, the dirt. I was examining the area, I remember being told to look for river beds, when it found me. I say it "found" me because it wasn't there when I had came to that place, it had appeared, revealed itself to me. I don't know…I don't know. I felt far too calm about it. I picked up the cube, started examining it. I don't know where that thing was, or where it came from, it was clean as a freshly-polished window, not even a speck of dust. But it came from Mars, I know it did. I overturned it, looked at its faces, and, the handprint on the side.

Interviewer: There was a handprint on the cube?

Alexanderov: Like a drawing, a perfect drawing of every depression, nook, and fold in a human hand. A left hand. I turned it over again, and there was a right hand. I lined up, I put my hand on the cube's hands. That's when it happened. I shouldn't have touched the box, I really shouldn't have, but I did!

Interviewer: Sergei! Please, just tell me what happened!

Alexanderov: I placed my hands where the outlines were on each side, and as I did, my head exploded. It was like a shot of light stabbing me in the eyes…a…searing pain gripping my entire body. I heard screams, unholy screams, and it felt like being squashed and…torn into a billion pieces at the same time! The event lasted for what seemed like a lifetime, and then… it just stopped. I was left with an understanding. Somehow, the cube…implanted something in me. Knowledge.

Interviewer: Knowledge of what?

Alexanderov: We aren't from here. This place, this planet. It's been what must be billions of years, life spread across these three planets. Earth, Mars, and one beyond. We were a sore thumb, sure we had resources, but our planet was…an eyesore, perhaps. We thrived on that place, the place beyond Mars, where in eons of evolution we emerged from a time perhaps less than a millennium before. We were far from mankind today, biologically at least. And somehow even technologically, we were must more advanced them. Man's greed drove us into hell. We spread to the red planet, and the strife that resulted lead to war. War that lasted generations, and in the end, all there was…was that existence. That memory of slaughter, it became our identities, it became all we knew. Martian life fought us to an end I cannot fathom.

Interviewer: What is this shit you're feeding to me? Enough!

Alexanderov: No! No! Shut your damned mouth! The war was centuries of stagnation, and we decided to turn the tables. We decided to…go to an extreme. Perhaps we thought the ends justified the means…I don't know! But we began syphoning off their atmosphere, we began stealing their means of life. It was irreversible, and unstoppable. In response, the place beyond Mars was obliterated. I felt the pain of billions being reduced to pure nothingness as the gargantua homeworld was shred into dust and pebbles…I…we saw Mars was to die, we panicked, those who had settled on the red planet…we slaughtered again, in such short time we preformed such pure genocide. Then we sent ourselves off…we were left with no option but to send a selection of these…what had to have been whatever qualified as embryos for them… out into space. We sent ourselves to Earth, to repopulate, to evolve into a species again. The cube was their last ditch effort to preserve the memory of this event.

Interviewer: Enough of this bullshit, take this idiot out and put a damn bullet in his eye!

Alexanderov: Wait, god damn it, no! You don't get it yet! There's more!

[sounds of struggling and grunting are heard]

Alexanderov: [panicked, speaking rapidly] There were things that made it with us, and there are things that were already here! God damn it! They're still here! We were sent here, and we forced them underground, and into caves, but the cube showed me enough to know they couldn't have just died out! We scorched this earth to erase all competition and in the end we just made them angrier! We're heading around again! Don't you get it? They're all still here!

<End Log>

SCP8

SCP-XXXX in its natural habitat, recovered civilian photograph, 19██

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-XXXX has been relegated to Wing-██ within Site-17, the only SCP to be contained in this area. SCP-XXXX is not to be interacted with directly. Subject is to be contained in a proofed cell containing a 3m x 4m upright metal sheet for the subject to use to conceal itself. This chamber's entrance way must include no less than three emergency fail-safe barriers, comprised of wire mesh encased within 3 cm polymethyl methacrylate slates, to prevent SCP-XXXX from accessing the main Site in the event of a containment breach. Containment area is to remain sealed at all times. Under no circumstances are any objects that may cause physical obstruction allowed in Wing-██. SCP-XXXX is to be fed only once weekly via hatch-guarded chute located on containment area ceiling. SCP-XXXX is to wear a GPS device attached to the neck that, if triggered or tampered with, will immediately deliver 2.0 kV to subject's musculoskeletal system, incapacitating the SCP for up to two hours while also rendering it totally immobile.

Consult Vrísko Recovery Protocol for procedure following total security failure.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a bipedal humanoid organism measuring approximately 2.41 meters in height. Subject's body contains very little muscle mass, showing signs of severe emaciation. Subject's skin is mottled with a dark-gray/black appearance, similar in appearance to ashy tree bark. SCP-XXXX's arms are largely disproportionate to the rest of its body, spanning the length of more than half of subject's height. SCP-XXXX's eyes are completely devoid of pigmentation, testing to determine their degree of functionality have yielded contradictory results; it is unknown if SCP-XXXX is blind.

The limits of SCP-XXXX's sapience is unknown. While the subject possesses a very limited vocabulary, it appears to understand simple English terms, though it is unknown if it does this out of actual understanding of the language or simply understanding the context in which things are said. Study has shown the former is highly unlikely, as SCP-XXXX has shown to use words completely inappropriate to describe environments or events. Subject appears to understand causal reasoning, though shows no signs of any higher brain functions.

SCP-XXXX subsists on a herbivorous diet, with a strong preference for the bark of the hornbeam hedge (Carpinus betulus). How or if SCP-XXXX derives sustenance from its consumables is unknown, as studies indicate SCP-XXXX has no internal organs, let alone a digestive system, nor does the physical appearance of malnutrition become affected in any way by the introduction of nutrients to the body.

SCP-XXXX appears to be a tangible "hidebehind" of legend. The bone structure of SCP-XXXX is highly segmented, allowing for a highly pliable and hypermobile musculoskeletal system. Using this to its advantage, SCP-XXXX is highly proficient in concealing itself from onlookers, able to totally enshroud itself with objects a fraction of its height, width, or even mass. SCP-XXXX will attempt to hide itself whenever observed by a human subject, attempting to lie behind any opaque object in the immediate area to fully conceal itself. SCP-XXXX accomplishes this at extreme speeds, documented speeds varying from 35 to ███ km/h. While ordinarily docile, SCP-XXXX has been known to become hostile in environments where it cannot find veritable concealment (See Incident Report XXXX-1).

Vrísko Recovery Protocol (P-63492-JF749 ██-███-█):

In the event of a containment breach, SCP-XXXX's tracking collar must be triggered immediately and begin tracking. Once location is ascertained, recontainment teams are to approach SCP-XXXX's recorded location and remand the incapacitated subject to a holding cage, which additionally must contain an upright metal sheet within it to satiate the SCP in the event consciousness is regained before delivery is completed.

Incident Report XXXX-1: During an unplanned release of SCP-XXXX, neck collar malfunctioned and did not dispense an electrical current, though GPS tracking was unaffected. SCP-XXXX made its way to a newly added conference room where it encountered two members of the science staff, a containment specialist, and a janitor. Making note of the subject's presence, the personnel each moved to a corner of the room to observe SCP-XXXX at the suggestion of the specialist present. After around fifteen seconds, SCP-XXXX apparently attacked one of the personnel present, causing the other three to begin panicking and fleeing the room. SCP-XXXX remained in the room with the injured person, hiding behind them, until the subject was subdued by aerosolized sedatives and tranquilizers. This marks the first time SCP-XXXX has been observed to actively harm a living organism.

SCP9

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a standard electromagnetically shielded anomalous materials storage locker within High Security Area-333. All interaction with SCP-XXXX must be approved by no less than a two-thirds vote AR-II maximum security site administration. SCP-XXXX's containment area must only have one accessible entrance, which is to be protected by armed guards at all times. In the event of an incursion, guards must be considered expendable. SCP-XXXX is encased in a unit made of [DATA EXPUNGED], in which SCP-XXXX is kept in permanent suspension through use of electromagnets. Area-3333 is equipped with hardline to High Command through which all reports and notifications are to be made. Staff are rotated bi-weekly.

Description: SCP-XXXX is humanoid entity measuring two meters in height, weighing almost two-hundred kilograms. SCP-XXXX identifies itself as male, though is seemingly race-less in appearance. SCP-XXXX is clothed in garments comprised of a number of metallic substances, including a number of alloys, overall largely comprised of materials such as gold, silver, beryllium, bronze, iron, manganese, and copper. SCP-XXXX's voice possesses a low vocal register, to the point where laryngealization often makes understanding speech almost totally impossible. SCP-XXXX has shown it is more than capable of leaving this vocal range, however chooses not to for unknown reasons. Limited examination does not support the claim SCP-XXXX even possesses a larynx.

SCP-XXXX is erudite on a seemingly endless array of subjects, including other SCP objects, personnel, and other highly-classified operations. Although SCP-XXXX is completely amicable in its willingness to refrain from divulging this information, its knowledge is indefinitely considered a high security breach. Thus far, SCP-XXXX has proven resistant to all attempts at cognitive redaction.

Interestingly, SCP-XXXX's seemingly unlimited knowledge of all things does not preclude knowledge of future events. SCP-XXXX has accurately predicted a series of future events ranging from simple inconveniences to on-site staff to globally catastrophic disasters. SCP-XXXX is unwilling to cooperate with efforts to coax it into using this ability, and as of now only discloses premonition to Foundation personnel at infrequent and random intervals.

Incident Report XXXX: On █/██/██, Dr. █████████ inadvertently left a digital voice recorder active within SCP-XXXX's observation center area following an experimental procedure. When later examined, the voice recorder was discovered to have picked up unusual audio. Subsequent experimentation confirmed that digital audio recordings made at close range can pick up audio inaudible to human hearing.

SCP-XXXX: He's [undeciphered] working for them? A ("b'nay"?) [undecipherable] disgusting.

(Unknown Source): They delu(de?) [undecipherable] what they know [undecipherable]

SCP-XXXX: Those [undecipherable] me, cast (out?) [undecipherable] he believes himself to [undecipherable] for pursuing the jackal? It was never a truly divine concept, no?

(Unknown Source): No. It was an invention. Much [undecipherable] ("ishim"?).

SCP-XXXX: Oh, how I (miss?) you! How long must I be separated [undecipherable] my love! My [undecipherable] shadow!

(Unknown Source): ("Olam"?) [undecipherable]

SCP-XXXX: Why sully your [undecipherable] for they never heed! It will do them no good!

(Unknown Source): Show them.

SCP-XXXX: He who shall judge the [undecipherable] both them and I! It is his place to show them! Not I! And not ("hasa"?) [undecipherable]

(Unknown Source): Find peace. May [undecipherable]

SCP-XXXX: ("im yirtz…"?) [undecipherable]

(Unknown Source): [undecipherable] brother.

SCP10

Authorized reprint of an appellation written in SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: While written samples of SCP-XXXX pose no observable threat, documents regarding transliteration, translation, or linguistics of SCP-XXXX must be designated as Sathariel-class information, and protected with the utmost of security. Standard documents regarding SCP-XXXX must not contain physical written characters of samples considered to be Sathariel-class. Any and all Sathariel-class inscriptions of SCP-XXXX must be contained within a completely independent deep storage unit from the site or area in question. Samples of SCP-XXXX deemed to be benign are to be stored in the High-Security Archives of Site-19. Only a limited number of Senior Staff are to know of the existence of Sathariel-class samples of SCP-XXXX.

Current standings call for the immediate administration of Class E amnesiacs to all unauthorized personnel who bypass penultimate security checks to view sensitive files relating to Sathariel-class samples of SCP-XXXX, without exception.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a language isolate of indeterminate origin as well as an indeterminate, but probably great, age. While SCP-XXXX shows evidence of a Near Eastern origin, most noticeably in its bilabial and █████████ vocales, SCP-XXXX bears little resemblance to even as-of-yet undeciphered dialects in recorded history. Aside from the vocal tract, SCP-XXXX does exhibit characteristics of human language, being both logographic, syllabic, and alphabetic in nature. SCP-XXXX appears to be a semi-impure abjad. It is hypothesized SCP-XXXX may be [REDACTED].

Operating under this standing hypothesis, attestations to SCP-XXXX's existence date back several centuries, though possible, but nonetheless unconfirmed, mentions of the language date back more than ████ years. Efforts to either recover or destroy instances of SCP-XXXX have been successful and have made great progress in redacting the object's existence, however it is impossible to determine how many more instances remain undiscovered. The archaeological record of SCP-XXXX seems to have no limits, though concentration of recovery sites in certain areas have supported the conclusion the language was definitely centered around several places. Evidence of widespread/concentrated usage of SCP-XXXX lay most notably in the Fertile Crescent, Sahara region, Indian subcontinent, and Mesoamerican plateaus. Attempts to date these rediscovered uses of SCP-XXXX have yielded inconclusive results, most commonly placing the lifetime of this seemingly global language in the impossible time-frame of 100 kya - 85 kya. Thusfar the only conclusion regarding SCP-XXXX's history postulates the phenomenon was somehow a successful world language during a period of human history far-too primitive to support it to such an elevated degree. Evidence suggests the use of SCP-XXXX ended very suddenly, for reasons still undetermined.

SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties are exhibited whenever its characters are vocalized, however this is not the case when writing SCP-XXXX. Some utterances in SCP-XXXX have proved to possess extremely destructive capabilities. It is unknown how or why speaking SCP-XXXX translate to physical changes in the surrounding environment, nor is it known why only certain suspect phrases actually demonstrate this ability. Said effects have ranged from wounding persons nearby the speaker to [DATA EXPUNGED] resulting in an apparent YK-class end-of-the-world scenario (See Addendum XXXX-1).

Addendum XXXX-1: SCP-XXXX came to Foundation attention following the detection of a powerful electromagnetic pulse emanating from celestial coordinate ██^h 29^m 4█.███^s, ██° 40′ ██.███. The pulse was later found to be an artificial radio transmission of extradimensional origin, whose contents are transcribed below as they were able to be undeciphered.

This is Orson Moore, director of Site-89, uh…my shibboleth is [DATA LOST], and if I exist where you do, how I think I do, my code-number should be 04G-8RU. This message is being sent to…Universe 5802-Sigma-Blue-Romeo…from Universe 8495-Omicron-Blue-Kilo. We are experiencing a [DATA LOST] scenario and it is due to an SCP we have not yet discovered. If my description matches items in your database, increase security. If not, please listen.
Around sixty years ago I was a linguist for the Institute. While those days are long gone, I know something true to this horrid abjad, because it was something I abandoned years ago, as my father did after he escaped from Zalishchyky in 1944.
She did this. The _bitch_ did this [DATA LOST] Sorry. Maybe someone on…phew, I don't know if designations remain the same in your universe but, maybe someone on SCP-1348 or maybe even SCP-616 has heard of [DATALOST] —hamephorash?" I don't know if that's correct pronunciation but, it doesn't matter. The idea is the name of Yah—[DATALOST] the almighty bastard he is, was so holy that the mystics created substitutes that held a fraction of its power. Well, we found that. A whole fucking language of that. Hellish magic words.
I don't know how, I really, really don't, but when she – 'she' being Dr. Amanda [DATA LOST] – she knew them, she knew what power they held. Where did she see them, and how? I don't [DATA LOST] but when she figured out the breaths and cantillations, I shit you not, half of North America found itself consumed in fire. I like to believe she did all of this just for academia, to study the effects, but I have to grow up frankly. (laughter) Perhaps [DATA LOST] will! Because it kept coming along, she kept uttering cantations of hell. Some were positive, some actually healed the damage, somehow, but most were purely destructive. I watched O5-5 engage in a…lively tug-of-war with someone that appeared as she breathed another vocable [DATA LOST] game revolved around his intestines. [DATA LOST] like fucking kielbasa!
I [DATA LOST] this is extremely unprofessional or not, ZK or…XK, whatever this is, it violates more protocols than I probably know, but something, _something_ needs to be said! It's not a memetic hazard, so letting you know shouldn't help…spread it, or whatever, but we need to find this fucking thing and _destroy_ it. We need to lock it in the deepest pit so it can never be remembered. [DATA LOST] ending it forever. If someone up in the council planned on trying to somehow reverse [DATA LOST] fuck you. I know what to do now, even without her work. I knew there was one word she dared never even attempt, because even through all this she had something to lose by using it. Shem Ham—[DATA LOST]. I will stand before my father, and the fathers who were before him, as [DATA LOST] be held to account for my absence [DATA LOST] forgive him. I will speak his terrible name in his terrible tongue.

SCP12

Still of SCP-XXXX, showing SCP-XXXX-A. Timestamp 0:15, frame 001642.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX's master tape requires no special containment, although it is recommended that SCP-XXXX not be used for purposes other than testing. However, for the sake of organization, SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a translucent DVD/CD case, clearly marked with its designation, to be stored within the Site-17 audio/visual department. Handling of media affected by SCP-XXXX is relinquished to the discretion of overseeing staff.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a D-VHS tape of average make, however attempts to match it to any known brand or manufacturer has been unsuccessful. SCP-XXXX itself, in its initial state, contains 45 seconds of footage, a crude animation of a stick figure, henceforth referred to as SCP-XXXX-A, walking towards the right side of the frame.

SCP-XXXX exhibits its anomalous properties when film media is recorded onto a disc, tape, or other physical media storage utensil with its contents. When copies of SCP-XXXX, henceforth referred to as SCP-XXXX-2, are made - be it any form of physical media storage (i.e. DVDs, CDs, etc.) - and these copies are used to store any other recorded media, the contents of said media will be drastically altered. Media stored on SCP-XXXX-2 are shown to have drastically modified endings. These "alternate endings", so-to-speak, are characterized by the inclusion of morbid, often graphic, and otherwise violent events. In all cases, SCP-XXXX-A becomes inserted into the scene which SCP-XXXX affects. SCP-XXXX-A is never acknowledged in the scenes it appears in, and furthermore does not actually affect the media's content when it appears.

Addendum XXXX-1 Test logs pertaining to SCP-XXXX are listed below.

SHOW LOGS

Media used: Re-edited run of the 1975 film Jaws, recorded on VCR
Standard scene synopsis: After the scuttling of his vessel, Roy Scheider's character Martin Brody encounters the titular shark, killing it by detonating a pressurized scuba tank in the shark's mouth using a rifle.
Scene shown from playback on SCP-XXXX-1: Scheider's character misfires and does not detonate the pressurized tank. He is quickly attacked by the shark and devoured as he screams. Richard Dreyfuss surfaces and is similarly killed by the creature as he yells out expletives.
SCP-XXXX-A location: Shown sitting atop of the sinking remains of Scheider's vessel, swinging its legs.

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Media used: Blue-Ray edition of the 1997 film Titanic
Standard scene synopsis: Following the sinking of the titular ocean linear, Kate Winslet's character, Rose DeWitt Bukater, is aided onto a wooden buoyant by her lover, Leonardo DiCaprio's character Jack Dawson. As Winslet sees a lifeboat of survivors approaching, she discovers DiCaprio has succumbed to hypothermia and allows his body to drift into the ocean before being rescued.
Scene shown from playback on SCP-XXXX-1: Winslet hoists herself onto the wooden buoyant and DiCaprio attempts to follow suit. An argument ensues over if they both can fit before DiCaprio punches Winslet in the bridge of the nose. DiCaprio, visibly agitated, hoists himself onto the flotsam and begins choking Winslet. After around 90 seconds Winslet appears to be dead. DiCaprio begins sobbing while still clenching Winslet's neck and several minutes pass without any deviation. Visuals indicate DiCaprio is too cold to move himself. DiCaprio is discovered by a lifeboat of survivors who become visibly angered upon deducing he murdered Winslet. The lifeboat departs and leaves DiCaprio to freeze to death. Scene zooms out to show DiCaprio's flotsam is now surrounded by the floating corpses of passengers as DiCaprio attempts to scream, however he is too weak and only yelps.
SCP-XXXX-A location: Floating in the background on a piece of jetsam, wearing a heavy winter coat.

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Media used: Box set of The 4 Complete Ed Sullivan Shows Starring The Beatles
Standard scene synopsis: Several performances from the Beatles.
Scene shown from playback on SCP-XXXX-1: Midway through their second performance, the sound of grinding metal is heard and a large steel girder plummets from the ceiling. John Lennon is struck in the back and pinned underneath the girder. George Harrison is observed rushing over to aid Lennon but is struck on the head by a falling stage light. Harrison falls backwards before being impaled by a number of rebar mesh wires falling from the ceiling. Ringo Starr is observed leaping off stage as more debris fall from the ceiling. Paul McCartney is shown diving towards something off camera as a large array of stage lights collapses onto the performance area and causes a small fire. Both Lennon and Harrison's clothes soon catch fire. The cameraman evidently abandons the camera as the sound of retreat are heard as the camera quickly swivels. Several audience members are seen having been trampled by others fleeing the studio.

The remainder of the first episode was unaffected, as were the remaining three on the disk - however, at points following the edits made by SCP-XXXX where a Beatles performance occurred were replaced by a shot of the empty stage for the entire duration of the intended performance. Ringo and McCartney do not reappear at any point. Points where Ed Sullivan would directly interact with any of the band members were shown normally up until the moment of interaction, wherein Sullivan would stare at the empty stage and then walk away visibly confused.
SCP-XXXX-A location: Appears sitting on the raised podium reserved for the drums during the gap in place of the performance of Twist & Shout on February 23rd. After approximately 45 seconds SCP-XXXX-A reaches behind the stage and pulls out a large sign reading "SORRY GIRLS, HE'S DEAD", which it then lifts above its head for the remainder of the gap.

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Media used: VHS copy of Episode 102 of ALF, entitled "Consider Me Gone". Aired March 24, 1990.
Standard scene synopsis: ALF, the series' titular alien, is surrounded by teams of the "Alien Task Force" - a fictional unit of the United States Air Force - while attempting to leave Earth. Credits begin as ALF is surrounded.
Scene shown from playback on SCP-XXXX-1: ALF is immediately apprehended by the task force as screen fades to black. The scene changes to an interrogation room as an exchange between ALF and an Air Force official, played by Doug Ballard, is beginning. Ballard is able to extract no valuable information and becomes increasing frustrated with ALF's continuous attempts at humor. Ballard, now agitated, leaves the room and orders observers to prep for an "extraction". ALF is then brought from the interrogation room into the steel corridor outside, where he is placed on a gurney and taken off screen. Camera turns to show the far end of the corridor as the gurney is seen entering a room towards the end of the hall. The door shuts behind it and no changes are observed for about two minutes.

After the two minutes, ALF is heard screaming. After 15 seconds of independent yelling, numerous other sounds, assumedly other extraterrestrials, are audible. The scene then changes to a dimly lit room featuring numerous surgeons and medical machinery. ALF is seen strapped over a metal table as he is dissected. ALF continues screaming as an organ is removed from an incised area on his ventral area. The organ is placed on a tray, to which the camera pans, revealing a number of surgical tools. The camera remains on the tools as the process repeats offscreen. After four minutes ALF has stopped screaming, but is now audibly whimpering. The camera pans back over to the dissection as ALF's head is now leaning on its side, facing the tray. The incision now reaches from ALF's midsection to what is analogously his perineum. Several pulsating objects, presumably more organs, are visible in the larger incision. The now-filled tray is taken away and replaced with an empty one, after which the sobbing becomes more pronounced. ALF says something at this point, but it cannot be distinguished because his voice is too hoarse.

The scene then shows a room full of computers and a visibly eager man with thickly framed round glasses and a lab coat, presumably a scientist, played by Max Wright, being approached by Ballard. The two converse for a few moments, talking about "analysis of samples" before Wright asks an offscreen person to bring something to him. In response, a man in dirtied scrubs brings out an object covered by a cloth. Wright walks over and shakes the man's hand before placing the object on a nearby table and motioning for Ballard to join him. As he removes the cloth enthusiastically the camera changes to a POV shot from the perspective of the covered object. As the cloth is removed, Wright, Ballard, and the man in scrubs stand in frame, Ballard lifting his eyebrows as Wright leans in towards the camera and says, "Good morning ALF". The camera then changes to a rising shot from the back of Ballard's head, revealing the object to be ALF's removed head connected to a number of cables and electrodes. ALF then begins screaming before the credits abruptly roll.
SCP-XXXX-A location: Briefly observed entering a room from the steel corridor as the camera pans to reveal the gurney disappearing into the dissection room.

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Media used: iPhone recording of Researcher Thompson's cat sleeping.
Standard scene synopsis: 90 second recording of the feline resting in a chair, before awakening and rolling on its back and peering at Thompson, who is recording. Thompson then approaches the cat and attempts to touch its head, however the feline quickly flees, prompting Thompson to stop recording.
Scene shown from playback on SCP-XXXX-1: [DATA EXPUNGED] three minutes after starting which, the sound of someone entering from offscreen becomes audible. A female voice, who Thompson identifies as either his "[deceased] mother or ██████" is heard shrieking from a distance, apparently having witnessed the act, before starting to sob. Dropping the phone and audibly refastening his belt, rushes over and attempts to console the female to no avail, the exact dialogue is inaudible however the female individual is clearly heard exiting the room. The sounds of a departing automobile are heard as Thompson himself begins weeping, after about ten minutes of which Thompson is heard exiting the room. A muffled popping noise is heard after another ten minutes followed by a pronounced thud as Thompson evidently self-terminates.

The video continues for three hours without deviation, though occasional meowing is heard. After this period the sound of approaching sirens become discernible, and soon after a police officer audibly enters the area, calling out for the occupant. The officer is heard exiting the room and gasping and quickly muttering something inaudible, although "ten-sixty-seven" is vaguely discernible. Soon after the sounds of multiple approaching sirens are heard again as a number of officers also enter the area. After three minutes of exchanges between officers, one comments on the phone laying on the floor, having noticed it, and retrieves it, before ending the recording.
SCP-XXXX-A location: Seen standing among officers as phone is recovered and turned off.

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Media used: Archived camcorder recording of SCP-1981, playback dated █/█/98
Standard scene synopsis: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Scene shown from playback on SCP-XXXX-1: No observable change.
SCP-XXXX-A location: N/A
Well, that was disappointing. ~ Dr. B█████

SCP13

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Area-XXXX has been erected around the habitat of SCP-XXXX, and serves as the primary mode of containment. All civilian transport, including any potential air travel, is to be directed away from Area-XXXX to maintain security. For procedure regarding any potential civilian contact with the site, see Pending Proposal Heta-Upsalon 025EX/55T "Smokescreen".

As SCP-XXXX has been studied and tested exhaustively, there is no further need for personnel presence within Area-XXXX. Unless for a matter of urgency, personnel are discouraged from physically entering the perimeter of Area-XXXX. If an instance of SCP-XXXX approaches the perimeter and is deemed a threat to the Area's installations, it is to be summarily terminated by on-site watchmen.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a species of humanoids whose habitat comprises a strip of wooded land located in [DATA EXPUNGED]. The containment zone, itself 3 x 6 km, constitutes a section of forest which briefly terminates at the ████ River, then continuing as a part of the larger [REDACTED] local biomes, which has a span of █,█28 mi².

Findings concerning the physiology of SCP-XXXX yield a wide array of conclusions. SCP-XXXX's skin bears resemblance to the bark of the Picea rubens tree. SCP-XXXX's skin, based on ballistic study, can withstand compressive stresses up to a meager 14 kg/cm², and incendiaries have proven especially effective in terminating targeted specimens. Geometrically, there are no set proportions for body parts of SCP-XXXX specimens: though most commonly the dimensions of a specimen's arms are largely disproportionate to the rest of its body. Additionally, the heads of most SCP-XXXX specimens are significantly elongated, akin to artificial cranial deformation exhibited in ancient cultures. The body mass of SCP-XXXX, despite certain specimens weighing approximately the same as a healthy adult human, is often extremely meager. SCP-XXXX specimens are gaunt, akin to severe malnutrition, and often have very little muscle mass. Potentially as a symptom of this, SCP-XXXX's facial features are noticeably cadaverous, SCP-XXXX's lips are largely bloated, and eyes deeply sink within their eye sockets. Despite its frail appearance, SCP-XXXX is capable of articulate and precise locomotion, with documented speeds ranging from 35 km/h to ███ km/h. Furthermore, encounters between SCP-XXXX and humans have shown the former to possess an unexpected amount of strength, in one instance delivering an estimated ████ N to a human skull, resulting in [REDACTED].

Dissection and vivisection of SCP-XXXX specimens reveal they are morphologically and genotypically indistinguishable from humans. However, despite this, SCP-XXXX's morphology is at times wildly divergent to that of humans: for example, while SCP-XXXX have been found to possess reproductive organs (vas deferens, ovaries, etc.), no observed SCP-XXXX specimen possesses genitals of any kind. Furthermore, there are indications that SCP-XXXX does not utilize the endocrine, immune, lymphatic, or respiratory systems — despite possessing each of these in their entireties. Additionally, SCP-XXXX has an average body temperature of -7°C, a temperature which would render human organs totally non-functional, though the organ systems of SCP-XXXX are evidently unaffected by this ordinarily fatal euthermia.

Additionally, given these finds, how SCP-XXXX reproduces is unclear, and as such the existence of any juvenile specimens is questionable. The height and weight of SCP-XXXX instances vary, on average, instances of SCP-XXXX stand at 1.56m and weigh an approximate 60kg; however these figures have ranged up to 1.73m and 75kg respectively. Furthermore it appears that the size of SCP-XXXX is not a veritable indicator of age, as observation has shown SCP-XXXX specimens do not undergo any growth or similar biological developments as time passes.

The intelligence of SCP-XXXX is questionable. While specimens do contain a brain otherwise identical to that of a human (see above), their degree of sapience is not consistent through separate observations. A number of SCP-XXXX specimens seem to be capable of simple causal reasoning, though why this is limited to only a select portion of the population as a whole is unknown. SCP-XXXX is known to make whistling and whooping sounds, which some have postulated serve as a veritable language between specimens, but this is inconclusive.

SCP-XXXX, when encountering human life, will attempt to consume any persons discovered, and though a number of cases has involved the termination of a target prior to consumption, this is not a consistent behavior. Long term observation has shown SCP-XXXX does not consume any fauna naturally occurring in the habitat environment, and likewise it appears the action of consuming humans is not done out of nutritional necessity — SCP-XXXX's digestive system, despite containing the necessary organs, does not contain the necessary materials for digestion and nutrient extraction, and as such any consumed materials will sit in SCP-XXXX's "stomach" until the organ is filled, at which point SCP-XXXX is observed to vomit said contents and resume searching for human life. Circumstantial evidence indicates that SCP-XXXX also possesses a heightened sense of hearing, however there appears to be no anatomical evidence of this.

Addendum XXXX-1: SCP-XXXX was first discovered on 4 July 1994, 11 days after the rediscovery of a 'lost' colonial American settlement by a team of amateur archeologists. The survey team responsible for the find hypothesized the settlement was the village of "Dathan" — a modest-sized colonial settlement which disappeared from contemporary records after the winter of 1634, assumedly because its denizens had not survived the chill. The find came to Foundation attention after the team's third expedition to the site resulted in six of the eight persons on the survey team disappearing during the excavation. Following Foundation insertion and the discovery of SCP-XXXX, the area was quarantined and Class-B amnestics were administered to the surviving surveyors and other involved persons.

Examination of the town of Dathan itself revealed numerous important artifacts. For one, buildings in the town appeared to be in a curious state of ruin. It is hypothesized this is the result of attempted "conversion" of these structures into nesting grounds by SCP-XXXX as opposed to a natural progression to disrepair over the course of centuries. Also found were sufficient indications that SCP-XXXX is a result of [DATA EXPUNGED].

Attached below are relevant passages from a recovered confectionary found at the site of Dathan.

Show relevant passages

…twas found here a modest village of Algom'quin in whence clear'ng that my father and the abled of our community did forcibly evict, that we may ourselves set'l. The natives were fierce fighters but nay enow for my father expelt them wit ease. Many have forgeteth our earlier husbandry with the Indish from the Powhatan, it is a shame we will not form such friendships herein.

Snoweth today, found self wit much joy. The children had much playgame however thou parents felt much unease. Crop hath wilt'd against the chill and twas decid'd the men shalt venture into the leigh to hunt game.

The chill continues to worsen. Again we have found lone Indish carving thairupon tree bark strange characts. Some men think of them as attempts to exercate us and are shy to go off to hunt again. But my father say tis foolish to believe such things.

Mother became ill today. My brother, wee and no older than foure, wept loudly fir hours. No doctor is amongst us and so we are divided in claims her illness be from starvation or sickness. I hear her gasp for ayar each breathe.

Mother went to Jesu and father told me today he must go off for long. He is one of few men who remaint with the village, I believe, because I haven't seen any other in the village, be it children or adult, in sev'ral days. He wore his thick fur'd coat he had bought from the passing French some years ago and embraced me 'n my yung brother. He impart'd that I was his caretaker now, and I vow I wil protect him.

Brother no long'r eats what littl I can provide. He paleth like mother which each pass't day without father. I feel myself following wit him but I canot leave him now, as father has not returned. So few are here in the village now I cannot assure he will find a willing protector.

I thought I saw my father today. I lookt out and, amid the fall'n snow I sweareth I did see his magnificent fur coat adorning him on the edge of thicket. I carry'd myself farther than my strength would allow to embrace my father out there, but when I was close, I saw it was not my father. The figure, I now suspect was a simple tree which lookt like a man in the shadows. I could see the coat was torn and whom it covr'd was much taller than my father. In an instant, twas gone, without trace. I believe my head been feeble and weak, and I saw some dream out there, a dream only halfendeal due to its quizzable look. When I returnt, brother was unmoving.

I was so hungry.

Sketch of carved symbol made by survey member D███ Phelps, dated 4 July 1994. Phelps was among the six lost during the third expedition to Dathan and is presumed deceased.

Archeology surveys conducted prior to Foundation involvement made note of several identical tree carvings surrounding the site of Dathan which are currently theorized to be the "characts" mentioned in the entries listed. The symbols, given the Cree lemma invoked, were initially thought by the site's excavators to be impromptu 'charms' created by indigenous natives to protect against greed, though on-site specialists and researchers hypothesize these were instead intended as [DATA EXPUNGED].

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SCP11

Photograph taken during exploration of SCP-XXXX-A by D-2495.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All discovered instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be quarantined and monitored for the duration of an SCP-XXXX event. Following the completion of an SCP-XXXX event, information suppression measures are to be taken as deemed appropriate. Ideally, the cover-up scenario should be under the pretext of an intense seismic event.

In the case of SCP-XXXX affecting a great enough portion of an urban area so as to make isolation and cover-up unfeasible, the area will be permanently evacuated under pretense of a major anthropogenic hazard.

Though persistently confined to a limited geographical region, there are no promising procedures which preemptively identify an SCP-XXXX event. To counter this, communication services outgoing from the outlined region must be monitored closely. Foundation agents are to be inserted into cable companies and police departments within the known range of SCP-XXXX activity in order to quickly react to the situation.

The creation of Mobile Task Force Iota-13 (“Dumah’s Keepers”) has been proposed to execute necessary procedures involving SCP-XXXX. It is scheduled to undergo review on ██/██/20██.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous phenomenon affecting locales within the Kansan county of Sumner. Each locale, hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-A, is affected by SCP-XXXX for a period of approximately 15 days, with each SCP-XXXX event occurring in two stages of roughly equal lengths.

The specific manifestations of an SCP-XXXX event vary and do not seem to follow a verifiable procedure. However, while the individual phenomena which affect instances of SCP-XXXX-A vary between cases, they share the following characteristics:

• The phenomena greatly restrict the ability to enter or exit from SCP-XXXX-A
• The phenomena significantly alter climatic conditions in the affected area, most often causing lower temperatures and severe obstruction of sunlight.
• The phenomena prompt any number of involuntary psychiatric states in denizens of SCP-XXXX-A, most commonly drowsiness, irregular muscle spasms, and muscle weakness.
• Stage I invariably ceases with a material resurrection event, wherein [DATA EXPUNGED].

Stage I of an SCP-XXXX event entails a series of meteorological and spatial phenomena centralized on SCP-XXXX-A. Meteorological disturbances afflicting SCP-XXXX-A are evidently undetectable from the outside, and appear suddenly in the event SCP-XXXX-A is successfully infiltrated. Successful expeditions into instances of SCP-XXXX-A have observed windstorms, tornados, and hurricanes, despite the area often lacking the climatic conditions necessary for these storms to form. On average, these disturbances taper off within 72 hours, most often resulting in the onset of thick fog. At this point, local fauna are observed in a rapid state of decay. Once deceased, affected flora do not rot, but instead appear to disintegrate. The proceeding occurs in tandem with antispatial events, as entering or exiting an instance of SCP-XXXX-A becomes difficult. Manifestations of this property have included roads leading to their starting points, a failure to reach the destination regardless of the distance travelled or time transpired, or the disappearance of the travelling party; however the latter has exclusively occurred during exit attempts. Attempts to enter SCP-XXXX-A have thus produced limited results, and the chances of successful entry are seemingly random. Invariably, all attempts to exit SCP-XXXX-A have resulted in failure. Following a material resurrection event, a seismic event triggers Stage II.

Stage II of an SCP-XXXX event entails a massive subsidence crater or sinkhole that totally consumes SCP-XXXX-A, followed by a second seismic event which completely fills said fissure. The trigger or mechanism for either of these seismic events are unknown, and often contradict available seismological forecast data for the area. The resultant cavities do not exhibit any anomalous properties, and likewise, following the crater's fill, the area at large no longer exhibits any extraordinary characteristics. However, attempts to recover debris or other remnants of SCP-XXXX-A from these fissures have yielded no findings. Attempts to dig at these sites following the end of Stage II likewise produce no findings. However, large deposits of salt and asphalt have been discovered in several digs. The correlation between these discoveries and SCP-XXXX are subject to ongoing investigation.

Addendum XXXX-1: Attached below are selected records pertaining to these attempted studies of SCP-XXXX.

Probing of SCP-XXXX-A

Following discovery of an SCP-XXXX-A instance on [REDACTED] and appropriate quarantine measures, a small camera mounted unit known as "Beetle" was dispatched at a safe distance and directed toward SCP-XXXX-A.

Attempts to enter SCP-XXXX-A failed on the first day of Stage I, as each time, Beetle proceeded without incident for approximately fifteen minutes before being sighted approaching remaining personnel at its initial starting point. On the second day of Stage I, revived attempts to enter the area resulted in similar failures before Beetle managed to successfully enter SCP-XXXX-A on the thirtieth attempt.

Continuing forward, external sensors indicate a temperature drop of approximately 10°F from 83°. Beetle is directed to continue further into SCP-XXXX-A.

There is bumpy camera feed as Beetle has apparently gone off-road into a patch of flowers. The surrounding flora shows early stages of senescence. Beetle is directed back onto the main road. Weather conditions are markedly calm, as a light drizzle. Beetle is directed down a lane branching off the entry path, cartographic materials provided by the U.S. Geological Survey records this area as the town's main residential nexus.

Feed shows a winding road, with strings of houses on either side. Beetle receives command to approach one of the houses. Upon approach, an individual is visible through a window on the front side of the home, staring upwards. Beetle's approach was either unnoticed or ignored. After several seconds, the individual moves away from the window and could no longer be observed. Panning the camera upwards towards the sky revealed a sizable obstruction in the clouds overhead.

Beetle observes the obstruction for about an hour, as research staff gather measurements, occasionally changing position in order to view the anomaly from different angles. After this point, a thunderstorm forms and the anomaly is obscured by storm clouds. Beetle is directed to seek shelter to avoid potential water damage, however, control staff began to experience excessive electronic interference, and Beetle is then directed to leave the area and attempt to exit SCP-XXXX-A altogether.

Upon reaching the main road, Beetle's movements became protracted. The camera was panned about the probe to inspect for any external damage, but none was observed. As the camera returned to the forward position, staff noted a "whooshing sound" and the feed registered what appeared to be a large, moving object in the distance, which then moved further into the fog along the main road. Beetle was directed forward, and began to move after significant delay. Movement progressively became slower, and after registering a subdued grinding sound, Beetle suddenly stopped as the feed jerked towards the right. The camera was panned to show the right track had completely detached from the rover, with connecting bolts showing significant rust. Feed then picked up a series of similar noises, indicating Beetle was rapidly falling apart.

Feed remained focused on the separated right track, as Beetle's camera stopped responding to inputs to change direction. All components of the right track — including rubber track — began showing signs of significant age-related wear. These damages quickly increased in intensity until all individual components had totally disassembled, and further progressed until each became scraps of their respective materials.

At this point, communication with Beetle failed altogether, it is presumed lost.

Given Beetle's functionality prior to encountering the thunderstorm, it's hypothesized the mechanism by which plant-life is eradicated within SCP-XXXX-A also affected Beetle, resulting in its failure.

Numerous intercepted communications made by civilians inside SCP-XXXX-A mentioned a "small, black opening in the sky" which apparently began growing in size over the course of 3 days - after which point no further communication was attempted from within SCP-XXXX-A. Phase I lasted an additional 5 days.

Note: Analysis of the video feed, showed a multitude glowing white spheres in the fog for one frame in the last second of the video. Logging as possible broadcast corruption.

Exploration Log XXXX-001

Following discovery of an SCP-XXXX-A instance on ███████ and appropriate quarantine measures, D-2495 successfully entered the perimeter without incident and was tasked with recording phenomena as they occurred over the progression of the SCP-XXXX event via radio. The expedition produced expectable findings overall, with the SCP-XXXX event in question manifesting in a manner not unlike that which had been previously observed via probe and drone incursions into previous instances of SCP-XXXX-A. However, in latter stages, the psychological effects of SCP-XXXX exhibited on D-2495 have not been replicated to date, in spite of a number subsequent manned incursions within instances of SCP-XXXX-A. The reason for this, as such, is subject to ongoing review.

Attached below are relevant correspondence from each day.

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Communicating Staffer: Junior Researcher Aaron Hertz

Subject: D-2495.
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[BEGIN LOG]

Hertz: (For re)frence purposes, it is currently… 1400 hours on, day 1, I supp—

D-2495: Is this really necessary?

Hertz: (sigh) Yes, D-2495, it is really necessary. And, it's 1400 hours on day 1. You know, you 'oughta to count yourself lucky, you're the first human we've gotten through there. Think of it like, you're the first man on the moon.

D-2495: The Moon didn't have hailstones the size of grapefruits falling every two seconds.

Hertz: You sound agitated. Would you mind explaining why?

D-2495: Well, let's see. You send me in to the middle of nowhere with nothing but granola and a radio, and this friggin' (metallic clanking) thing, and neglected to tell me why I'm doing any of this—

Hertz: Enough, enough. Lord, so pessimistic right off the bat.

(sound of papers shuffling)

Hertz: …heh, that's interesting. Seems like this place isn't "nowhere", either, you know. According to this, this town… used to grow some pretty good grapes. Oh, that's something! Let me tell you, my grandma came from Zalishchyky, they were famous for their vineyards too. Then again, that was before the Shoah.

D-2495: Not to interrupt your autobiography here but I'm still—

Hertz: Also, I didn't neglect to tell you anything, you don't need to know why you're doing any of this, you're supposed to tell me what's happening. So, what's happening?

D-2495: Fine, fine. Storm came out of nowhere, I swear. One second it was blue skies as far as I can see, the next it's just chaos. People all around me — who, by the way, were not there when I was coming up on the place — were screaming, and panicking, falling all over. I mean, I was caught off guard by the weather too but it was nothing to lose their minds over.

Hertz: Mm-hmm, what then?

D-2495: Got into the house, #8, abandoned like you guys said. 's where I am now, just watching. I wish someone had told me there wouldn't be any bedding in here.

Hertz: Apologies for that. These things sometimes are a bit—

D-2495: You're going to send in a sleeping bag for me, at least, right?

(no response)

D-2495 remained lodged for the remainder of the day. Junior Researcher Hertz was given light reprimand for possible information breach. No other trends were reported until day 3.

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[BEGIN LOG]

D-2495: Hello? Hello..? Doc?

Hertz: Ah- Ha- I'm here, yes, good morning D-2495. Anything to report?

D-2495: Yes, a lot. Everything's dead.

Hertz: (sounds of shuffling) What do you mean "everything's dead?"

D-2495: The plants! The plants are dead, sorry. All the plants are dead. The grass, the trees, the flowers, they're all dead.

Hertz: Alright… are you able to get a photograph? You'll need to use the SCiPNET device we provided you.

D-2495: Doing it now.

Hertz: Wonderful. While that processes, do you have anything else to report?

D-2495: People are starting to leave. The way they've been talking, I think they're starting to lose it.

Hertz: You were instructed not to leave the house.

D-2495: I didn't! I didn't have to, I heard it. Like it all happened right next to me. Everything else is so damn quiet, it was hard not to. Earlier this morning I heard all this crashing, and screaming. I can't even tell who it was but they were… screaming that they heard… uh, someone.

Hertz: (sigh) You'll need to be more specific than that.

D-2495: His wife. He heard his wife, but he kept screaming she's dead. She's dead, she was dead. He was a babbling mess, as far as I can tell, and after a while he just came out of his house and started licking the dust off the ground. Constantly, just slobbering over the ground. Then he ran off, hasn't come back since. I guess that, plus the plants, drove some people over the edge. One guy said he was leaving to get help, said he couldn't do this to his kids, left his wife behind. That was hours ago. No one's come back. Entire families followed suit, they just took up their things and peeled out.

Hertz: I see.

D-2495: They made it out, right? I had a bad feeling, couldn't place why.

Hertz: Let us know if there are any new developments.

D-2495: Doc, when are you people getting me out of here?

(no response)

No vehicles or persons were observed to leave SCP-XXXX-A at any point.

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[BEGIN LOG]

Hertz: Good m—

D-2495: Cold.

Hertz: Hm? I'm sorry?

D-2495: Woke up regular time. Alarm went off. Thought it was wrong, it was still dark out. Looked out, and I saw the sun. The sun, like it was high noon, directly above me. It radiated this absolute blackness. One that was just eating up the sky around it. It's like we're a stage and that ball is our only spotlight. There seems to be nothing around us. Almost complete oblivion.

(no response)

D-2495: My arms feel heavy. I hear my heart beating in my ears.

Hertz: What are—

D-2495: Everyone else looks so tired. I feel tired too. I think. I think I feel tired. It's hard to remember honestly. They're wandering the streets without purpose, really. Like a senile man, in terror, walking down the road in nothing but a bathrobe.

Hertz: D-2495, the other residents, are they—

D-2495: I had a dream last night that was very strange. Can I tell you about it?

Hertz: No, D-2495, please, stay on-topic. I need you to elaborate a tad more. What is the status of the other residents?

D-2495: I was standing outside, out there, and there was nothing. Nothing but his eyes. So many eyes. He slipped from the darkness around me, he had this sort of… aura around him, I suppose. He was haloed by this horrible light, and I could see his face, well, there was no face. There were more eyes. He just stood at me, staring, with all of those eyes, burning of beryllium bronze and artemicite.

(no response)

D-2495: I don't think I'd ever felt more alone in my entire life. Then, the silence. It was like I'd never spoken a word in my entire life. I couldn't conjure a single thing to say. It wasn't fear, it was more a feeling of… like, it wouldn't matter. Then, it slipped back into the darkness. Not a sound. Silent.

(no response)

D-2495: I felt something… new. I felt a sense of clarity. I felt that… there was never freedom, it was all a lie, that I was going to die here. I was always going to die here. And you knew that, didn't you?

(no response)

D-2495: But… it was just a dream, yeah? Dreams can't hurt me. Dreams… doc, I lied. There wasn't silence. It said something to me. He called me a… m-matricide? (sniffling)

Hertz: D-2495, are you alright?

D-2495: (crying) But doc, I… I don't have a mother. I don't think I ever had one.

[BEGIN LOG]

Hertz: Are you there, D-2495?

D-2495: Hello? Who is this?

Hertz: This is Doctor Hertz. Do you remember me?

D-2495: Oh, of course. Sorry, doc, I was just confused. I figured maybe it was someone else, since we were only allowed to talk in the morn—

Hertz: (clears throat) Well, we have new orders now, yes, alright? I need to ask you more questions.

D-2495: I don't know, doc, I'm sorry but I'm not feeling… okay, right now.

Hertz: I won't be long. It's about that dream you had, you'd mentioned it during the last contact. You mentioned something with many eyes?

D-2495: I… don't remember mentioning any dreams.

Hertz: Try to remember, please.

(brief pause)

D-2495: I'm sorry doc, I really have no idea what you're talking about.

Hertz: The fact it mentioned your mother—

D-2495: Excuse me? (audibly agitated) What the hell are you talking about?

Hertz: When I was a boy, I cared little for such things, but as I grew, I realized far too late that my blood, my faith, were central to who I am. I found myself broken; when those who could tell me of the old country were long dead, long consigned to this place, where silence reigns supreme, and oblivion is the lot of them that enter therein. I immersed myself in the copula that could tie me to those that were broken before me.

D-2495: Stop! What does my mother have to do with this?!

Hertz: Remember the malakh, D-2495. Remember, remember, did Samael say anything else?

(a door is heard opening)

???: What the hell are you doing?

Hertz: Adam? Adam! No, d- don't, please don't do this, don't-

(the line is closed)

At 2100, Central Command received a notification from Adam Harris, overseer of the SCP-XXXX perimeter staff, explaining that Junior Researcher Hertz had breached protocol, and attempted to contact D-2495 outside of the allotted broadcast times. Hertz was officially reprimanded and removed from broadcast duties.

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[REDACTED]

Day 5 produced no extant conversation from D-2495. Most questions produced simple, one-worded answers, from which no useful information could be gathered. Much of the latter portion of the broadcast was occupied by D-2495 inquiring about Junior Researcher Hertz's whereabouts, and questions regarding his paternal ancestry.

Upon learning of D-2495's line of questioning regarding his extended family, Hertz became agitated and began apellating Schemhamphoras before returning to his personal quarters.

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On the sixth day - what would ultimately prove to be the final day of Stage I - D-2495 failed to meet the scheduled reporting times and radio communication was discovered to have been severed. Communication could not be re-established until D-2495 successfully made contact with quarantine staff for a short moment, and quickly described what is assumed to be a material resurrection event, before again losing contact.

Come on, come on, can anyone hear me?

Oh sh… hello? Doc, something… horrible is happening right now.

This morning, all these…people showed up. They came through the darkness, but I have no idea where they actually came from. I know, there’s so little light here that I can barely see five feet ahead of me, but I know for sure what I saw. The people that came through?
They looked wrong.

They looked sickly. Kinda like zombies, actually; pale, malnourished zombies.

And…and I saw something else, but, I can't remember… I think… it definitely wasn't human, or human looking, it had a lot of… could it have been eyes? Actually, it might've been legs, it might've had a lot of legs…or maybe both? How is it already getting fuzzy…

Some people in town… were excited, and even kind of happy to see them, at first. Some of those shades reacted to them too, they threw up their arms, opened their mouths and froze. Their jaws just hung open, like they were trying to moan, or cry…maybe scream? I don't know because no noise came out!

Doc, I have no idea what happened to those people, I didn't stick around to see. I'm hiding in a fuckin' closet right now, doc, because I saw…oh God, what did I…shit! Shit! What did I see? Was it the thing with the wings? No, no! It was…God, I think it was someone I knew… I…oh my God.

Maybe my old woman? But that's just… I remember puttin' the dirt over—

Shit. Something just broke. Must mean something's coming in. Oh fucking hell, I hear footsteps… everything else is so hard to hear but I can still hear those fucking footsteps! I don't know. I…Oh man I can't do this, I just gotta breathe…I just gotta breathe…but… but those footsteps are getting heavier… ⁣ ⁣ ⁣
⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣
*loss of radio contact*

Approximately three hours after D-2495's message was received, a 7.2 magnitude earthquake struck near the quarantine area, lasting only about 45 seconds. Inspection by Mobile Task Force Iota-13 revealed a 900x460m fissure in the location of SCP-XXXX-A. Stage II lasted seven days.

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Two minutes before what would be the termination of Stage II, radio contact was suddenly re-established. As SCP-XXXX-A had been destroyed, the source of the broadcast could not be identified. The speaker in the broadcast was identified as D-2495 by Junior Researcher Hertz.

I see how it is.

I see how it is.

Doc?

Doc, please? Please.

Promise me one thing. Doc, promise me one thing, please.

Please.

Don't ever die.

At this point, the broadcast ceased and a 7.4 magnitude earthquake struck at the quarantine area, its epicenter was later determined to be the fissure at the former location of SCP-XXXX-A. Investigation showed the fissure had been filled, marking the end of Stage II. D-2495 is presumed deceased.

Footnotes

1. The object's intended destination

2. Scientific classification for the Humpback Anglerfish. This is unlikely though, as the depth of SCP-2081 far exceeds the range of the organism.

3. The object's movement has since been attributed to its location where discovered

4. Guy Fawkes was a British revolutionary executed in 1606.

5. This and the subject's exposed structure have been theorized to be the result of incomplete transition to a fully realized iteration

6. Meaning of this term is unknown.