DRAFT SCP:XXXX The Diner on 180

Item #: XXXX

Object Class: Safe Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is surrounded by Containment Site XXXX. The site is outfitted with a barbed wire fence and signs warning of construction hazards to deter civilians from entering. Motion detectors and CCTV cameras are to be monitored at all times. Should any civilians enter SCP-XXXX they are to be considered lost and protocol XXXX-Mute is to be enacted. Squadron XXXX of Mobile Task Force Eta-11 (the “Savage Beasts”) are to be housed on site. No expeditions into SCP-XXXX are allowed without express permission from head researcher Dr.Parsons and Eta-11 Alpha. All research expeditions into SCP-XXXX are to be escorted by Eta-11.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a small diner on Route 180 in ███████, Arizona, USA. It features architecture in the style of the 1980’s and a large neon sign on the front reading “Burger Beats”. When any human being enters SCP-XXXX the building’s lights turn on and music begins to play. The music is in the style of 1980s classic rock. If the human sits at a table then wait staff will exit the back of house and approach the subject.

The members of the wait staff, designated as SCP-XXXX-1, are cognitohazardous in nature. The voices of SCP-XXXX-1 degrade decision making processes and the visual processing center in the brain, rendering the subjects open to suggestion, and hallucinations. Recordings of this phenomenon do not present the same properties.

Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 behave as traditional waitresses. They take the subjects order and return with food. All food tested has been shown to be chemically identical to normal food. After the subjects pay the bill delivered by the waitress, the music playing from the in house jukebox will cease.

At this point music will continue from the back of house in a traditional opera style. An instance of SCP-XXXX-1 will return and lead all present subjects to the back of house. No subjects without Foundation assistance have returned from this point.

The back of house in SCP-XXXX is a standard kitchen equipped with functional grills, ovens and sinks. The walk in fridge in the rear of the kitchen leads to a series of underground interconnected tunnels that have been found to spread as far as 2 kilometers from SCP-XXXX. When an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 exits the diner and enters the tunnels they take the form of avian humanoids with cloth bandages covering their eyes and head. This form is usually hidden due to the hallucinogenic properties of SCP-XXXX-1. In the tunnels are instances of SCP-XXXX-2, humans lured by instances of SCP-XXXX-1 and put into a stasis. Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 can be observed “feeding” off of instances of SCP-XXXX-2, by absorbing the SCP-XXXX-2’s brainwaves.

At this time ██ expeditions have been mounted into the back of SCP-XXXX. There have been █ confirmed disappearances due to SCP-XXXX and ██ suspected.

Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered in 19██ after a series of disappearances in the town of ███████. Deep cover Foundation agents investigated and found SCP-XXXX, which was filed as abandoned in the town records.

Protocol XXXX-Mute: In an attempt to discover more of the nature of the cognitohazards present in SCP-XXXX, Protocol XXXX-Mute was developed. The voices of SCP-XXXX-1 have been identified as a Class VI controlling cognitohazard and could be utilized by the foundation. Members of MTF Eta-11 are equipped with noise canceling headphones, and the standard outfit for an expedition. Each member also has a microphone attached in order to record encounters with instances of SCP-XXXX-1.

Upon activation of SCP-XXXX, Mobile Task Force Eta-11 will enter the building. The force will proceed directly to the back of house, following any victims being captured. Eta-11 should exercise caution while bypassing instances of SCP-XXXX-1. They can react violently. Eta-11 is authorized to use lethal force.

Eta-11 is to track the subjects being captured by SCP-XXXX-1. Eta-11 should not enter within 20 meters of the subject to avoid interfering with SCP-XXXX. Should instances of SCP-XXXX-1 successfully put the subject into stasis, Eta-11 is to set up a remote camera and audio feed to monitor the subject. All instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are to be retrieved after no fewer than 24 hours and no more than 36 hours.

Addendum XXXX-1:
As of █/██/████ no instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are to be recovered to avoid further containment breach. (See Incident Reports XXXX-1 through XXXX-2)

Incident Report XXXX-1: On █/██/████ 3 subjects entered SCP-XXXX, bypassing security. Protocol XXXX-Mute was activated. During the process of tracking the subjects, MTF Eta-11 suffered 3 casualties. At the site of SCP-XXXX-2, a journal was found. Its contents can be found in the attached document XXXX-63.

Document XXXX-63:


So today in school Jake heard about some old ‘bando he wants to visit. He said it's on the highway outside of town and is, I quote, “mad haunted dude!”. Apparently he’s talking about the old diner on 180. I told him it wasn’t abandoned, because it was still under construction, but he wouldn’t listen. Honestly it seems like another dumb way to to get arrested. I’d really rather not have to deal with my parents again, but he also said he’s got some great weed, and that Sarah is coming so really, who could say no? He said he’s going to pick me up at 8. Maybe I’ll see a ghost…

Jake came by at around 8:15, which was pretty typical of him. Fortunately he wasn’t already stoned, because then I’d have to drive. And I can’t write and drive at the same time. He said Sarah was going to meet us there, and that we had to park a mile or so away so we didn’t get caught by the construction company’s hardcore security. Apparently they went way over the top with straight up riot gear. I’ll have to write more when I get home.

So Jake had me text Sarah when we got there. She came from the south and us from the north so we were separated with the diner in between us. The plan was to approach the diner on foot, hop the fence, and sprint inside. I guess all his friends that tried didn’t make it to the entrance fast enough, which according to him is key. We get to the fence and see Sarah on the other side. There is only one guard patrolling the front of the building, which was less than I expected but still more than you would expect for a construction site. The building didn’t look abandoned or under construction. It just looked like an old 80’s diner. The neon sign was even on.

Jake gave us the signal when the guard turned away. We leapt the fence and he didn’t even hear us, we just sprinted right in. As soon as we shut the door behind us, all the lights in the building turned on and the jukebox started playing some 80s music. Jake dove under a table, Sarah and I hid in a booth. I decided to look outside. The guard was just standing there, in full riot gear, watching. He didn’t come get us, he just looked at me. He said something into his radio and then walked away. It was bizarre.

So at this point we realized that the guard wasn’t going to try and stop us. There was 3 outside, and a waitress came and took our order. I told Jake he did a nice job finding this “abandoned” building.

Sarah seemed uneasy. I asked her what was wrong but she just said that it didn’t seem right, everything was off. I couldn’t tell if anything was wrong. The more I thought of it the more it made sense but the waitress’s voice was soothing like my mom’s, told me everything was just fine. I think for Jake though it was just the massive blunt he was smoking. Either way I was relaxed.

We finished eating and Sarah started freaking out a bit. She said the music stopped, and it seemed to really scare her. I tried to explain that you have to pay for the songs to play, but she wasn’t having it. I should have listened to her. She was about to reiterate her concerns I think but the waitress came back. She asked us if we wanted to meet the chefs. I was starting to get concerned but I couldn’t say no to her.

The waitress lead us into the back, there were no cooks. Some light singing filled the air, but it was muffled. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, or what it was saying. Our waitress sang along with it, saying something about following her and being part of the family. I wasn’t in control over myself anymore, like in those old cartoons when a character is dragged by a smell wafting through the air. Even Sarah at this point was following her.

She lead us to the fridge in the back of the kitchen. I knew I couldn't go further but her voice was pulling me in. She looked different at that point. Malicious. An evil grin washed over her face and she spread her arms as she entered the fridge. I still can’t believe what happened after that. None of it seemed real.

The woman transformed as she walked through the fridge. Her arms fell to her sides revealing massive gray wings, like an angel, or a demon. I’m not sure. It was like when you turn on the windshield wipers in a car. She was blurry for a moment but became clear again. Her head was covered in rags wrapped tightly around. Her matted hair fell out from underneath it. I was frozen and tried to run, but i just kept walking forward. Like when you're in a dream and can't move or speak or cry out for help.

She continued to lead us down into the depths below the restaurant. After a couple of minutes we entered a large room. I heard gunshots and cries in the distance. The sound echoed in the tunnel. I thought that maybe security was coming for us after all. I don’t think that's true anymore.

The woman sang out in a shrieking call. It sounded wonderful and terrifying at the same town. The two sounds seemed to overlap in my head. More of the winged women came out from surrounding passages. Two rushed up the passage we came from, chasing the gunshots. The other two took Sarah and Jake with them. In that one second I was terrified, more terrified than I had been so far. I fought with everything I had to move. I had to chase after them. I could see the helpless glazed over look in their eyes. I lurched forward and shouted, the most I could manage before a wrinkled and taloned hand grabbed me by the shoulder. I could see rows of razor sharp teeth in the deformed woman’s maw as she shrieked at me, putting me back under her spell.

We were all separated there, and I haven’t seen Jake or Sarah since. The woman lead me down the tunnel. The were sacks lining the walls like cocoons. One of the creatures approached one and began to eat away at it. It didn’t take long for me to figure out what was going to happen to me. We walked for what felt like miles, continuing deeper and deeper. We finally stopped at a point where the tunnel ended and there were no more cocoons. The creature that lead me there sat me down and brandished her talons. I sat and waited for the end. But the woman turned and ignored me, I couldn’t hear what she was noticing. She began to run as an explosion shook the ground around me. I could hear shrieks from all directions, even through the stone.

I did my best to move. It was hard at first and I quickly realized I couldn’t stand. So I began to write. I hope someone finds this. Please give it to my parents, so they might know what happened. Mail it to: [DATA REDACTED]

God help me.

Incident Report XXXX-2: After the recovery of SCP-XXXX-2 at which Document XXXX-64 was found, the subject was debriefed, treated with Class A amnestics and returned to his life. 3 days after the incident, at 0400 a police call was registered from [DATA REDACTED], the subject residence. Foundation agents intercepted the call and responded to the location. Inside, the subject was absent and his two parents were found dead on the ground floor, eviscerated. In the center of the basement was a 3m x 3m hole which lead back into SCP-XXXX. The subject was declared a total loss and the house was burned in a misinformation campaign. The family was declared to have died in the fire.

The O5 Council has reviewed the incident and declared that SCP-XXXX be moved from a Safe to a Euclid class object. The Council has also reviewed Procedure XXXX-Mute and advised that no more subjects will be recovered at risk of containment breach.

Procedure XXXX-Mute will continue to be performed. Additional testing using D-Class personnel has been approved by the O5 Council.