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- The Thing That Kills You
- Character Driven Narratives
- SPC-001
- Window Things
- Season 2 Outline Thingy
- These Normal Days
- SCP-3790 Exploration Log
- A Game Of Iterations
- It's Called a "Morgy"
- Just Poppin' In
- A Dark Place
- Teeth Never Forget
- Late Corpse Fee
- Hook, Line and Floater
- Return To The Nest
- It's not the Shark Slapping Center
- Defenestrate: verb - to throw someone or something out of a window
- College Application Procedures
- The 14ers
- The Best View Of Wherever The Hell You Are
- Tales of the Ethics Committee: The Foundation Rents Out a Laser Tag Place
- P=NP
- And They Never Grew Up
- Mariana Yawned
- The Face Paint Does Not Wash Off
- Containment Is Not Daycare
- Green Text
- You Can Always Hug Yourself
- And She Was Gone
- Out There Somewhere
- It Is More Afraid Of You Than You Are Of It
- Bait The Hook
- All Your Dab Belong To Us
- The Worst Way To Start V2
- The Short Life and Spectacular Death of Site-78
- A Sinking Feeling
- Totally Not Anomalous Day
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held in a standard Safe-Class container. SCP-XXXX is only to be used with the approval of the O5 council.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a standard switch knife. SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest when it is used in any of the following ways:
- Injure an individual such that they lose 40% of their blood.
- Injure an individual to cause significant damage to the brain.
- Injure an individual to cause significant damage to the heart.
- Injure an individual such that they are incapable of respiration.
Should an individual be injured by SCP-XXXX in a way to activate its anomalous properties, that individual will die.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered during an investigation into the
critiquers - Quantum Physician, Stallmantic, Peppersghost, Kakroom, Mortos
An unmarked instance of SCP-3923-1
Item #: SCP-3923
Object Class: Safe Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: All remaining instances of SCP-3923-1 are to be contained in standard non-anomalous item lockers. Should SCP-3923 be reconstructed, the O5 council is to immediately convene to determine how to proceed.
Site-3923 is to be constructed around SCP-XXXX to both store SCP-3923-1 instances, and provide additional security.Should Site-3923 be compromised, all instances of SCP-3923-1 as well as SCP-XXXX are to be neutralized to prevent malicious use.
SCP-3923 is to be monitored at all times for the production of new SCP-3923-1 instances. MTF Epsilon-22 ("Librarians") are to protect SCP-3923, as well as aid in parsing SCP-3923-1 instances alongside the DEWY AI. All information from SCP-3923-1 instances is to be stored on Foundation Servers for posterity, as well as easy access. Physical SCP-3923-1 instances are to be marked with their title on the spine of the instance for organizational purposes. All instances are to remain at Site-3923.
No individual is to view an SCP-3923-1 instance associated with their name until testing concludes that such an event does not induce a causal paradox.
Description: SCP-3923 refers to a machine located in a cavern 3km beneath the surface of the earth, near Viella, France. SCP-3923 consists of 5315 laser jet printers, each outfitted with mechanisms that are capable of binding the pages printed. All sets of bound pages produced by SCP-3923 are designated an instance of SCP-3923-1. These binding mechanisms will then pass off SCP-3923-1 instances to a series of conveyor belts and mechanical arms that then arrange the instances on bookshelves. These bookshelves extend an indeterminate length into the cavern that SCP-3923 inhabits. The cavern containing all components of SCP-3923 has been designated Site-3923.
A separate set of machinery is capable of transmuting rocks and dirt excavated from the cavern walls into paper through anomalous means. These machines run on tracks around the edge of the cavern, and use specialized manipulators to refill printers once they have run out on paper.
All 5315 of SCP-3923's printers are wired to a central computational device that has a single monitor and keyboard. This main terminal is located within the same cavern as the rest SCP-3923. Accessing the computer requires no credentials, and shows that it is running a single program called "sim.out". The source code of sim.out is also easily accessible. All attempts to pause or stop the program have failed.
The power for SCP-3923 appears to come from a single, 3m thick cable that extends into the ground, toward the center of the earth. The exact nature of SCP-3923's energy source is unknown.
SCP-3923-1 instances are bound books with the name of an individual on the inside page. All SCP-3923-1 instances are hard back, with a white cover and spine. Instances are delivered to their location on SCP-3923's bookshelves the moment that said individual exits the womb, which means SCP-3923 is constantly producing new instances. The exact contents of each SCP-3923-1 instance varies depending on whose name is on the inside page.
| Individual Written On Inside Page | Content |
|---|---|
| Lives long enough to gain a native tongue | A story written in the individual's native tongue detailing their life. Not all events in an individual's life appear in the instance. The events that are transcribed are seemingly at random, though the definitive mechanism used to select events remains unclear. See Addendum 3923.1 for details. |
| An individual deaf from birth | A story written using the predominant sign language from their native home detailing their life. |
| Blank Cover | The phrase "The End" written in all known languages, including all forms of sign language. |
Addendum 3923.1: Testing has found no difference between the plots of SCP-3923-1 instances, and the lives of individuals named on their covers. All events recorded in an SCP-3923-1 instance have come to transpire in 100% of observed cases. These do not include tests where an individual has been exposed to the contents of their own SCP-3923 instance, nor tests where an outside entity with an SCP-3923-1 instances attempts to change the outcome.
Title: Wyatt Marquez
Excerpt: As Wyatt exited the lab, white coat still on his shoulders, he noticed a group of other students gathered around a beat up car. It was summer, he was hot and wanted to get into shade, but curiosity got the best of him. Wyatt lingered around just long enough to hear:
"Just five dollars to have your wack at the car! You got the cash, we got the sledge hammer."
One thought shot through his head - fuck yes.
Title: Natasha Oldight
Excerpt: She just stared at her fist in disbelief. She didn't mean to. It was a fight or flight reaction. She didn't mean to. It was an accident. She didn't mean to punch him. Not that hard, not in the face, not like this.
Title: Charles Cadre
Excerpt: Charles leaned back and allowed himself a small smile. "They're just silly internet points" he told himself. Ah, but who was he kidding. People liked his story. He had a right to be happy about it.
Addendum 3923.2: After further investigation into SCP-3923, it was determined that most of its physical components were not anomalous, save for its power source, the machinery for generating paper, and the main CPU. Dr. Teller, whose team accessed SCP-3923's source through its main terminal, have also issued the following report:
After letting the AIs loose on the code, as well as a few months of additional study, we're all fairly sure we know what this thing does. It's running code. Just a massive amount of regular, boring code. I mean, boring from an "is it anomalous?" point of view. The code itself is very interesting: it's a simulation.
We don't know too much about how the simulation works, but it's our best guess based of some of the function and variable names. Now, I'm not saying it's simulating the earth, or a galaxy. What I'm saying is, somewhere, deep down inside this computer's stupid layers of matrices and functions, are constants that represent the beginning state of the universe. If you know those, then you can just do the physics and figure out where every particle is going to go. Well, not exactly, there's some probability, but for the most part, you can get a pretty damn good guess.
But the most curious part is that… other than continuing its simulation, it just dumps all of the information about a single human into another process that uses some very complex machine learning algorithms to pump out these books. It's not transmitting anything anywhere, it's not running an additional process in the background. It's just writing. Simulating and writing.
We don't know how far out ahead of this thing is. Can't seem to access any of the runtime information. It has to be running at least a hundred or so years ahead to keep predicting the life of every human on earth, but maybe its further ahead than that. Maybe its five hundred, a thousand years out. Either way, assuming this machine's predictions can be trusted (which seems to be the case), it hasn't reached the end of its simulation left. So that's comforting.
Less comforting than knowing my life is in a book somewhere here, but it's something.
Addendum 3923.3: After the investigation into SCP-3923 concluded, some of the O5 Council members devised a plan to utilize SCP-3923 as part of containment. SCP-3923's predictive capabilities had potential to reduce the chance of containment breaches, and improve anomaly recovery rates. Below is the transcript from the O5 meeting to discuss said utilization:
O5-1: I would like to call this meeting to order to discuss the possibility of using SCP-3923 to enhance anomaly detection processes, and avoid containment breaches. Before we begin, does any member of the council have access to information regarding the outcome of this decision from an SCP-3923-1 instance?
All members are silent.
O5-1: Okay, Four and Ten, you can start with your side.
O5-4: The case that we are making in favor of use is fairly self-evident. If we know the future, we can change it. Or at least, we can figure out what parts of the future we can change.
O5-10: We'll start testing our capacity to change events, and then transition to what'll happen if we do. I've consulted the department of temporal anomalies, and they believe they can come a way to contain small scale causal paradoxes. We'll start there, and see how far we can go.
O5-4: At a minimum we can use SCP-3923-1 instances to decide what events we can influence. To mitigate any risk of paradoxes, we'll let our AI take care of all of the coordination, so no one can influence their own destiny.
O5-7: I… I'm unsure about this. Perfect control over a deterministic future would aid in containment, but is that really ethical? Is perfect precognition something we'd be willing to live with?
O5-1: Seven, I think you need to elaborate on your point somewhat.
O5-7: Well, from the moment we found SCP-3923, it's always made me uncomfortable. Just the idea of everything we do being deterministic. It feels wrong.
O5-1: I believe that the merits of pre-determined destiny versus free will are more a question for theologists and possibly the ethics committee. Not for this discussion.
O5-7: But— Never mind. My apologies.
O5-6: What kind of guarantees do we have that we can contain causal paradoxes? Since we're unsure as to the relationship between SCP-3923 and our actual actions, I want some sort of assurance that we won't start an XK scenario with all this.
O5-10: Currently, we don't have any sort of assurance, but we wouldn't test anything unless we had it.
O5-1: Any further counter proposals?
All members are silent.
O5-1: Then let the vote commence.
Yea: O5-1, O5-3, O5-4, O5-6, O5-8, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12
Nay: O5-2, O5-5, O5-7
Abstain: O5-9, O5-13
O5-1: The motion passes.
Addendum XXXX.4: On 08/19/2019, four days before initial testing of deviation from the plots of SCP-3923-1 instances, MTF Epsilon-22 received a Level Seven Security Breach Alert. As per containment procedures, 90% of SCP-3923-1 instances and SCP-3923 was destroyed. At the same time, an unknown entity deleted all electronic copies of SCP-3923-1 instances. Following this event, SCP-3923 was reclassified as neutralized.
MTF Epsilon-22 did not destroy all instances due to the fact that this was a false alarm, and were alerted of this before they could finish. An investigation into the incident found that both the false alarm, and the data deletion were orchestrated by O5-7. Below is the interview that took place following these events between O5-1 and O5-7.
O5-1: Afternoon.
O5-7: Indeed.
O5-1: I… I can't say I'm too surprised. But I am—
O5-7: Disappointed?
O5-1: Yes, disappointed. I think I know why you did it, but if you could explain.
O5-7: Of course. We need to keep everything on record after all.
O5-1: I don't appreciate the sarcasm.
O5-7: That's fine. I'll just explain. I did it because I was always going to.
O5-1: That's not a full explanation.
O5-7: Yeah, I guess it's a bit too vague for you. How about this: I did it because one of the books told me I would.
O5-1: You read your own instance?
O5-7: I've already broken so many rules, no use in hiding one more. I read my own instance. It bothered me from the moment we uncovered this thing. So a few days before our meeting I read it. Yes, this does mean I lied at the meeting. Oops.
O5-1: What did it say?
O5-7: That the vote would go through. And that I'd have the whole thing burnt to the ground. And then I would tell you all of this. I mean, it used much more flowery prose, but you get the point.
O5-1: But, why did you do it?
O5-7: Because it was simply right. And I didn't feel the need to fight it, because I know what comes after this interview.
O5-1: Which is?
O5-7: I am removed from my position as O5, amnestized, sent into the world where I get a job at an old dusty library. And I'm fine with that. Ironically, I'm quite fond of books.
O5-1: And you still believe it?
O5-7: While I do hate this machine, it hasn't been wrong.
Silence.
O5-1: I guess that concludes this interview.
Following this, O5-7 was removed from her position on the O5 council, and amnestized. Latest reports indicate that she is married, and works at a small library in Longmont, Colorado. An agent has been assigned to monitor her attempts to write an autobiography to ensure no latent memories of the SCP Foundation surface during the process.
CODE NAME: Existential Oil
Project #: SPC-001
Selachian Pugnātorial Capabilities: Use of SPC-001 has expedited pugilistic processes while reducing the danger posed to SPC personnel during selachian engagement. This has lead to increased operation success rates, however has decreased morale.
Use of SPC-001 is prohibited due to newly discovered long-term consequences. All SPC-001-VAC threat entities are only to be engaged by members of MFT Alpha-03 ("Foot soldiers").
Project Components: SPC-001 refers to a selection of homeopathic pugilistic armaments developed by Dr. Tsega. Said armaments are capable of pugilizing beyond the exterior of selachian entities, and apply a holistic smiting, to the body, mind and soul.1
The use of SPC-001 has replaced the need for traditional pugilistic methods, as they both reduce risk to pugilists, and have proven to be effective in the field.
Below is a table of currently developed SPC-001 armaments:
| Name | Description | Use |
|---|---|---|
| Hygienic Aqua Bomb | Concentrated dry pugilistic powder primed to effervesce upon contact with water. | Molecular fist-shaped proteins deliver rapid strikes to all selachian surfaces they touch. Optimal for area-of-effect pugilizing. |
| Homeopathic Selachian Repellent | A high-power spray canister containing water treated with Forced Ionic Stiff Tau neutrinos and herbal essences. | Used in place of hand-to-hand combat to deliver pugilistic forces through streams of "pugilistic water". The herbal essences have been found to cause confusion in targeted selachians, as well as emit as pleasing aroma. |
| Selachian Warding Diamond | A 4 kg diamond which emits a pugilistic aura. | Repulses selachian entities on a spiritual level, causing demoralization and reducing injury during engagement.2 |
Addendum 001.1: Below is the transcript from the Bodacious Assembly on the use of SPC-001.
B-2: You realize this homeopathic shit doesn't work right? Like, it's all made up.
B-9: Are you saying Tsega is lying to us?
B-2: No, I'm saying he hasn't been right since someone put shit in his drink at the New Year's Eve party.
B-6: But he's got proof!
B-2: Then where is it? You hang with him the most, you should know!
B-6: Just gimme a— oh there it is. Finally responded to the text I sent an hour-and-a-goddamn-half ago.
B-6 hands B-2 and B-9 his phone. B-9 starts a video.
B-9: That's quite… wow.
B-2: What's that noise they're making?
B-6: Turns out sharks can squeal.
B-9 gives the phone back.
B-9: That's quite convincing evidence.
B-2: I don't know. Doesn't feel right.
B-6: What do you mean? This is obviously a safer alternative.
B-2: But like, is that really punching? Seems just like a bunch of hippy dippy shit. You can't feel the rough skin of a fin-fucker ripple against your fists when you're just spraying it with a hose.
B-6: I'd rather that than get a chunk taken out of my arm.
B-9: I'm inclined to agree.
B-2: That's because you two work in the labs. You haven't been out in the waves in years!
B-9: That doesn't make us any less bodacious.
B-2: Depends on your definition.
B-6: Either way, I'm calling a vote.
B-2: Wait, what?
B-6: Those in favor? I am.
B-9: Aye.
B-2: You can't call a vote when most the council isn't here yet! You know most of them arrive, like, thirty minutes late.
B-6: Oh, you didn't get the email?
B-2: No…
B-6: The others all went to the grill-out. Said they'd just abstain or whatever.
B-2: Bastards! Left me out of the loop again.
B-6: I see though we have majority. I guess the motion passes?
B-2: Today fuckin' sucks.
Addendum 001.2: Below is a timeline of notable SPC operations after the introduction of SPC-001 equipment.
| Date | Location | Results |
|---|---|---|
| 03/17/34 | Selachian outpost in the Charles' River | First field use of SPC-001. Swift eradication of threats from the area. Only casualty was suffered by a pugilist who refused to use SPC-001 armaments. |
| 09/22/36 | Selachian encampment off the coast of Maui | Limited casualties. First reclamation of Hawaiian coastline territory since the High Tide War. |
| 07/04/37 | Major selachian population gathered in Miami | After heavy losses, selachians retreated to the Atlantic. SPC forces only sufferered 13 casualties and two individuals captured with SPC-001 gear |
| 04/24/39 | Rescue mission to retrieve stolen SPC-001 equipment from selachian facilities in the Caribbean sea. |
[TODO: add more]
Addendum 001.3: Below is the experiment log to determine the cause and extent of SPC-001's ineffectiveness during the loss of San Francisco. All tests were conducted using selachians captured during the assault.
Experiment #: 1
Procedure: Dr. Tsega applies Homeopathic Selachian Repellent on the subject.
Results: Subject expressed minor annoyance before attempting to devour Tsega's arm. No noticeable pugiliation. Tsega reports that the subject's skin remained rough to the touch.
Notes: Well, this is confirming what we already know, but I would've thought the subject would've reacted somehow. Also, I need to restrain the sharks better.
Experiment #: 2
Procedure: Dr. Tsega uses a Hygenic Aqua Bomb on the subject.
Results: Subject's skin remains rough, and intact.
Notes: Still no response. I swear the bomb should have done something. Maybe this specimen has been trained? I'll need more tests.
Experiment #: 3
Procedure: Dr. Tsega attempts to punch the subject while wearing a Selachian Warding Diamond for protection.
Results: Subject did not recoil away from Tsega. The restraints allowed Tsega to approach and continue the test. Subject did not reach to pugilation.
Notes: Fuck It's skin was so rough that I think I broke something. God damn it! Maybe I'm out of shape. But I'll show that fin fucker. I'll show him.
Experiment #: 4
Procedure: Four trained SPC field agents are to brutalize the subject.
Results: Two agents suffered denticle-related injuries. No reaction from the subject.
Notes: God, they've gone soft. Not too surprised since they replaced the gyms with storage area for the products, but still. I'll have to find some of the old guard.
Experiment #: 5
Procedure: B-2 is to pugilate the subject.
Logs recorded before 1900 were originally recovered from the German Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (GAMEA), who originally maintained the security and secrecy of SCP-XXXX.
Date of Event: December 16, 1873
Objects Recovered: Four men wearing wet english sailor apparel, 44.13 liters of sea water, and 14 crates of tea.
Responses: Medical examination of the men noted that their respiratory system had ceased functioning due to an inundation of water. When confronted about this, the men claimed to not have any trouble breathing. When questioned about events that took place before the Shatter Event, all men recalled being confronted by a "mermaid".
The men were detained in nearby GAMEA holding cells, and have yet to expire. The tea was stored at the same location for later analysis3
Date of Event: November 9, 1899
Objects Recovered: 14 heads of unidentified individuals, and three cakes.
Response: All but one of recovered heads would adequately answer questions in interviews due to mental trauma from having lost the rest of their bodies. The remaining head recalled a woman had taken the basket the heads had been stored in, and tossed them out of a window.
The heads are stored together in a single containment chamber. Analysis of the cakes showed no anomalous properties, thus the cakes were discarded.
Date of Event: January 6, 2018
Objects Recovered: Three individuals of Russian decent suffering from malnutrition, and 156 paper pamphlets splattered with blood.
Response: The individuals claimed to have been saved by an angel, and demanded to be returned to Russia, mentioning a need to exact revenge. Analysis of the pamphlets determined that they were anomalous copies of The Junius Pamphlet, by Vladimir Lenin. The individuals remain detained in standard humanoid containment cells. The pamphlets are stored at the same site, despite requests from the detainees that they be kept "as far away as possible."
Date of Event: November 22, 2063
Objects Recovered: Seventeen copies of John F. Kennedy with identical bullet wounds.
Response: All Kennedys expressed panic after noticing each other. However, they gained composure after one said, "Well, if it's all us, we're going to be fine. She said we'd be fine. Us, Bob, the country. That's what she told you too, right?"
In interviews, all Kennedys refused to elaborate on their experience after being shot. The copies are currently being held in standard humanoid containment cells at Site-72, due to the site's experience with containing clones.
- Joyce and Eric arrive at 2718, and speak with Tony. Joyce wants to try to get tony back since he's only "half dead" but Emily has no clue what to do. Joyce and Emily try to recover or resume research into SCP-3448. After a while they stop getting regular imaging reports from Tony.
- Mesmur goes through negotiations with AR. There are some reservations about working with PL for designing "fleshy bots".
- SCP-XXXX: A thing that kills you. Needs to be contained because it is not able to allow all persons to die (mostly because of logistics) and baseline has been redefined to exclude death. Maybe a small religion starts around it? Either way it ends up contained.
- There are riots, and a clear dividing line between "fleshies" and "tin men". Foundation is unable to force everyone to take the new components. Something something discrimination?
- Joyce and Emily think that they have a way to bring Tony back, but they still haven't been in contact with him. Since the process is complex and difficult to communicate anyways, Joyce volunteers to go and find him and bring him back.
- "exploration log" of SCP-3448-1 from Joyce's perspective. When she finds Tony, it appears that he has tried picking up the Reaper's work, but can only do so in a very constrained manner (because he isn't really the reaper, also is the explanation behind the Thing That Kills You).
- Still undecided if she brings tony out, or if she decides to stay there and help being back death. Either way I want the last article for this season to be called "Michaels - Angels Of Death"
Foundation personnel need to be contained to further contain spread of anomalous knowledge. 001 proposal?
Foreward: As part of the investigation into SCP-3790, an exploration with MTF Alpha-01 ("Red Right Hand") was cleared by the O5 council by a 5-3 vote (with 5 members abstaining). Four members were deployed to investigate the 7th floor of SCP-3790.
Personnel: A-01 (Rodger Samuels), A-02 (Ellen Hasset), A-03 (Andrew Tennison), A-04 (Alex Zhu)
All MTF members enter the elevator and select the 6th floor.
A-02: Any of you ever go on that Tower of Terror Disney ride?
A-04: Nope. Stop. We're not making quips at the beginning of the mission.
A-02: Just thought it was an apt comparison.
A-01: Hasset, you got the power tools?
A-02: Yeah. Right here.
A-01: Let's get started on disassembling this floor then.
The group works to create an opening in the grated floor by cutting links until there is a hole large enough to fit through. Three minutes after creating the hole, the elevator arrived at the 6th floor. Dim lights shine from a corridor into the space beneath the elevator.
A-03 throws a flare below to illuminate the ground. The bottom of the shaft is made of concrete, and a small puddle has formed in the corner. A-01 ties a rope to an undamaged potion of the grated floor, and which is used to lower the other MTF members. After the rest have descended, A-01 jumps down to the seventh floor.
A-02: Aww, no super hero landing?
A-01: Everyone make sure your flashlights are turned off. Looks like we don't need them. Yet.
The group enters the corridor. It is lit by fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling.
A-03: This one isn't like the others, is it?
A-04: Well, its only got three doors for starters.
A-03: But not just that. These doors are made out of wood, not reinforced steel. And they don't have the viewports.
A-02 turns the door knob to the door on the left.
A-02: They're also unlocked.
A-01: Looks like we got more to explore then.
The door leads to an unlit room. A-02 turns on her flashlight and shines it inside.
A-02: Looks like a bunch of cubicles. Could use some more lights though.
The rest of the group joins A-02.
A-03: Looks just like any other office.
A-01: Let's see if it has any employees.
A-01 leads the team into the room. Posters advertising proper safety and security measures similar to those found in other Foundation sites are attached to the walls.
A-03: Guys, I found an employee. Probably.
A-01: Is the entire computer gone? Or just the monitor?
A-03: [Moves into the cubicle for closer inspection] Nah, its the entire computer is just gone. He's even just typing in the air.
A-01: Does he have any ID?
A-03: Lemme check… there we are. Security card for a Dr. Barnett.
A-04: Also got a Dr. Vasiliev down here, also typing away on nothing.
A-02: [Shouts] And a few more over here! I'll write down their IDs for later.
It was later confirmed that all persons IDed at SCP-3790 are employed by the Foundation, however they had both been seen at the time of this exploration at their normal work station. Interviews are currently pending.
A-01: Is he alive?A-03: Can't tell. Pretty sure he's not breathing, but I don't know if touching him will, uh, wake him? Don't know the word right now.
A-01: That's fair. Let's try a different direction for now.
The group leaves the room, closing the door behind them.
A-04: So, which next?
A-01: Let's go for this one. We'll do the door at the end last.
A-04 opens the door on the right side of the corridor. Inside is a room lit only by a red exit sign over a door on the opposite side, which resembles the doors on the previous floors, except it lacks a placard entirely. An empty desk rests in the center of the room.
A-01: Zhu, you check that door. We'll search the desk.
A-04: Got it.
A-02: This the manager's office?
A-03: I think this place doesn't really compare well to a real office.
A-02: That's because this place is Foundation. At least according to sign outside.
A-01: And these documents. Look just like our funding requests.
A-04: [From the "exit" door] I can barely make out a silhouette over here. Like, it looks like there's a light, but its facing away from me.
A-02: Try shining your flashlight in there?
A-03: What are they requesting funding for?
A-01: Half of them are requesting printer paper… and the other half want just "ideas".
A-04: I can see it now. There's someone back here. Looks like they're typing at a computer?
A-02: Do they just look like it? Or are they actually using a machine this time?
A-04: Actually using it. Looks like just a regular desktop.
A-01: Anything else?
A-04: There's a bunch of crumpled pages on the grou— oh fuck.
A-02: What?
A-04: He's looking at me. Now he's getting up.
A-01: We're leaving. Now.
All team members run out of the room. The door to the previous room is open. They turn to look down the hallway, to find that the rope has disappeared. At this point command dispatched a backup team to attempt to retrieve the exploration team.
A-03: Fuck.
A-02: We closed that other door, right?
A-01: End of the corridor then.
The team runs into the room at the end of the hallway, and close the door behind them. The room is unlit. A-04 braces the door with his body.
A-01: Flashlights.
Before any member can turn on their light, monitors embedded across the walls and ceiling illuminate with a blue screen. Text scrolls across the screen too quickly to be read. After four seconds visual communication with the team is lost. The feed consists only of breathing for five minutes. At this point the retrieval team had arrived requested the elevator at the top floor of SCP-3790, and awaited its ascent.
Communication is reestablished with A-02. There is no audio, however the visual shows A-04 sitting in a poorly lit cubicle. He appears to be typing. Communication is lost after two minutes.
Audio communication is reestablished with A-03 thirty seconds later. The sound of typing can be heard softly for fourteen seconds, before it stops.
Unidentified Voice: Nope. Nope. Damn it! Cornered myself again! Fuck!
Communication lost. When elevator arrived for the retrieval team three minutes later, the floor was entirely in tact.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-19. Testing is still underway to determine what additional steps need to be taken to ensure proper containment. Currently, it is considered safe to view, converse with, touch, and superficially damage SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is ex-Foundation Researcher Niklo Gerindel. SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties are currently unknown. Testing is underway to determine said anomalous properties.
Recovery: SCP-XXXX was recovered on 06/16/2018 when a previous iteration of this file appeared in the Foundation Database. The file's metadata indicates that it was uploaded by SCP-XXXX, although it proclaims ignorance of this event. Below is a transcription of this earlier iteration:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Send MTF Green-6 ("Ticking Tocks") to 2nd floor of the Carnegie Mellon Gates Building in Pittsburgh to recover and contain SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX will be the only survivor on the 2nd floor.
MTF Green-6 was deployed as instructed. Below is a transcript of the raid:
MISSION: Recover SCP-XXXX.
TEAM: MTF Green-6
MTF Green-6's van approaches the Carnegie Mellon Campus. G-3 turns on her camera.
G-1: Everyone prepped and ready?
G-2: Believe so.
G-1: Alright. Remember, we have no clue what's in there, so eyes on the target.
G-3: Just double checking, there's nothing more that command told you than what was in our briefing?
G-1: Yup. I got the same half-page as you.
G-3: They're just normally three pages minimum.
G-2: That's how fucked we are this time 'round.
G-3: Figures.
The van stops. G-2 opens the rear doors and Green-6 exits the vehicle, and enter the Gates Building. Notably, the door is unlocked. No lights are on inside the building. Green-6 turns on their flashlights to see that the main corridor is empty.
G-2: I don't like how easy that was. Aren't these buildings supposed locked this time of night?
G-3: And I'd imagine people would be studying here too, but you don't see any lights on.
G-1: I'll take point. Kendrix you take rear.
G-3: Got it.
Green-6 slowly advances down the hallway until they reach the elevator. Only noise that can be heard is the footfalls of Green-6, and white noise. The elevator is not operable, so Green-6 instead uses the stairs.
G-3: You hear that?
G-1: The scuffling noise?
G-3: No… although I do hear that too.
G-2: Then what?
G-3: That um… its like splashing. And wet.
G-1: Yeah. I can hear that.
G-2: Oh goody. I love wet noises. Love the fleshy skips.
G-1: Alright then Railings. You get to take point for the hallway.
G-2: Ah fuck.
G-2 and G-1 switch positions as they reach the door to the second floor. G-2 opens the door to another corridor. The splashing noise can now be heard in the recording. There is a single light source, which is green and comes from under the second door on the left.
G-2: Proceeding to light source.
G-1: Kendrix, how's our six?
G-3: All clear.
Green-6 continues to the light source. After a silent count, G-2 opens the door and the team rapidly enters the room with their weapons drawn. There are fifteen deceased individuals in total. Eight of them are wearing apparel with the GOC logo embroidered on the shoulder. Three individuals are identified as Foundation agents whose deployment to this location was unrecorded.The remaining four were civilians. A series of computers against the back wall appear to be partly destroyed.
In the center of the room stood SCP-XXXX. It held a standard issue Foundation side arm in its left hand, and a smart phone in its right hand. A syringe dangled from its left forearm. SCP-XXXX's eyes do not appear to focus on anything in particular.
G-1: Put the gun down!
SCP-XXXX appears to regain awareness of its surroundings.
SCP-XXXX: The wha—
SCP-XXXX looks down and sees the gun in its hand. It drops it and jumps backwards out of shock. The syringe falls from its arm.
SCP-XXXX: I… I didn't do— what? Where am—
G-2 shoots SCP-XXXX with a tranquilizing dart. It collapses to the floor.
Further investigation of SCP-XXXX found that its watch indicated that the current time was two weeks later than it had actually been. Testing from the temporal anomalies department confirmed that SCP-XXXX, as well as all objects on its person, had experienced an additional two weeks of time passage.
Investigation of the intact computers in the room SCP-XXXX was found within
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Below is an interview with SCP-XXXX conducted by Dr. Teller.
SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX has been purchased and is now held as private property by a Foundation front company. All calls from SCP-XXXX are to be intercepted and redirected to an Foundation Agent, who will field the call. Any food ordered via this call is to be delivered to SCP-XXXX. Any noise originating from SCP-XXXX is to be explained with the cover story that adolescents were copulating in the nearby woods.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a morgue outside of New Haven, Minnesoda. SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest from 2200-0300 hours, during which time a subsection of the bodies housed in SCP-XXXX reanimate (henceforth designated SCP-XXXX-1 instances). SCP-XXXX-1 instances will proceed to decorate SCP-XXXX using easily accessible flora, detachable portions of unaffected bodies within SCP-XXXX, and tombstones. Once the facility has been suitably decorated, the instances will attempt to order food from a nearby delivery service4. It is currently unknown how SCP-XXXX-1 instances are capable of vocalizing, due to their degraded vocal cords.
After either food has been delivered, or all known options have been exhausted, the SCP-XXXX-1 instances will partake in an orgy to varying degrees of success. Fluids necessary to enact sexual acts manifest so all sexual organs5 are properly stimulated.
At the end of SCP-XXXX's activation period, all previously manifested fluids disappear, and SCP-XXXX-1 instances attempt to return SCP-XXXX to its original state before dying once again.
While SCP-XXXX's previous owners noticed slight disturbances caused by SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties for months before, the anomaly was reported to the Foundation after a civilian attempted to deliver four pepperoni and sausage pizzas, two cheese pizzas and four liters of soda to SCP-XXXX during its activation period. The civilian was greeted by an instance of SCP-XXXX, and fled to the car before he could be paid. The situation was described as "terrifying, trippy, and kind of arousing".
Addendum SCP-XXXX-A: During regular observation of SCP-XXXX, an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 was seen exiting from the building. It was immediately captured to prevent a containment breach, but, after it was determined to be docile, the research team elected to interview the instance.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Troy: Evening.
SCP-XXXX-1: Yo, can you let me head back? Like, I don't know what this is about, but I have this hard-on and its driving me crazy.
Dr. Troy: Umm… well I'd like to ask you about that actually.
SCP-XXXX-1: My undead dick?
Dr. Troy: No no no. I want to know about the undead part.
SCP-XXXX-1: Well sorry doc, but all of us just kind of woke up here in these bodies.
Dr. Troy: That isn't your body?
SCP-XXXX-1: Nah. I'm a five-six red-head dude with an average dong. Not this.
Dr. Troy: Could you refrain from the penis comments?
SCP-XXXX-1: Sorry.
Dr. Troy: But, you're telling me you're not dead?
SCP-XXXX-1: No, I'm definitely dead. At least I'm pretty sure. Remember getting hit by that car pretty well.
Dr. Troy: I see… changing topics then. Can you tell me why you all copulate?
SCP-XXXX-1: Copulate?
Dr. Troy: Have sex.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oooh! Well, we already aren't wearing much. And like, I died a virgin. I remember thinking so much about like… wanting to fuck at least once in my life. I think the rest of us were in, like, the same situation. So, we just sorta boned each other. Heh, get it?
Dr. Troy: Yeah, no I… I get it. Why did you come outside then?
SCP-XXXX-1: Well, after getting sandwiched against three people for the past two hours, just thrusting where I could fit my big, pale friend, I felt like I needed some fresh air. Really regretting that decision.
Dr. Troy: Again, I don't need to hear anymore about your penis.
SCP-XXXX-1: Dude, I'm sorry but its all I can fucking think about. This hard-on has no off switch.
Dr. Troy: Ok, I think we've had enough. I'm ending this interview.
SCP-XXXX-1: Finally.
<End Log>
Following the conclusion of the interview, the SCP-XXXX-1 instance was escorted back to SCP-XXXX.
For Magnus Contest - GAW piece about an old member popping onto their IRC, and both being bewildered and confused about how the community has grown while they were away.
SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has acquired the residence on 2514, Little Crow Road. Foundation personnel are to occupy the residence, and discourage neighbors from entering the property. SCP-XXXX is only to be entered under approved testing conditions.
Updated Procedures: The neighborhood surrounding 2514 Little Crow Road is to remain unoccupied. Personnel are to be stationed at the entrance to the neighborhood to prevent civilians from approaching SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a closet attached to a bedroom on the second story floor of 2514, Little Crow Road. No light is able to penetrate past the entrance to SCP-XXXX, thus causing the area inside SCP-XXXX to appear entirely dark.
SCP-XXXX was discovered when Gabriel Clark entered the room after hearing screaming. The child inside claimed it was having nightmares, and asked Clark to look inside the closet and under the bed for monsters. The bed yielded no evidence of anomalous activity, however Clark called the police after opening the closet. Foundation phonetapping servers flagged the call after Clark mentioned his son, due to the lack of evidence that Clark has had any offspring. Upon further inspection, no child was found within the household, despite the room containing a race-car themed bed and matching blankets. These items have no been purchased by Clark, and were not present prior to Clark's call to the police.
Attempts to see into the closet through the use of infrared, x-ray, and ultraviolet cameras have failed.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: The following is an interview held with Gabriel Clark about SCP-XXXX.
Dr. Teller: Hello Mr. Clark
Clark: Evening. I assume you're here about the uh… the police call?
Dr. Teller: We are indeed.
Clark: Look, I don't know what happened. I don't do drugs and I wasn't drinking. Like that was entirely—
Dr. Teller: Don't worry, we believe you.
Clark: Oh… really?
Dr. Teller: Yes. If we didn't then I wouldn't be here. Now, I'm going to start asking questions, if you don't mind.
Clark: Right, yes. Please go ahead.
Dr. Teller: You do not have any children, correct?
Clark: No I do not. My wife and I have been trying for years, but never really worked out.
Dr. Teller: So why did you move into a house built for four?
Clark: Heh, I'm not really sure. I think we were planning a bit too far ahead.
Dr. Teller: I see.
Clark: You got kids?
Dr. Teller: I don't. I wouldn't have time anyways.
Clark: That's a shame really. I've gotten to be around my brother's kids. They think the world of him. Like he's some sort of hero.
Dr. Teller: Is he part of the reason you want to have kids?
Clark: Oops. Caught me red handed! [laughs] But yeah. He's just really good at it. There's sort of an art to raising a kid. Making sure they're not scared of things. Hell, he's even pretty good at checking under the bed for monsters!
Dr. Teller: I assume he doesn't find any.
Clark: I'd be surprised if he did. He checks just right. Lingers there for long enough to let the scary things know he's there, and then pops up with a smile.
Dr. Teller: Have you watched him do this?
Clark: Yeah. I mean, not with his kids. He's quite a bit older, so he used to tuck me in when I was a kid.
Dr. Teller: I see. I don't think I have much more for you Mr. Clark. Thanks for your time.
Clark: No problem! Hopefully this will wash over me like another bad dream.
Following this interview, Clark was administered Class-B amnestics, and relocated to a nearby neighborhood.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2: To further understand SCP-XXXX, an exploration was held using D-3314. D-3314 was equipped with a camera, a flashlight, an earpiece and a microphone.
D-3314 is standing outside of SCP-XXXX. Dr. Teller is present to give instructions and monitor feedback.
D-3314: So, just making sure I got this right… I just walk into the closet, and tell you what I see?
Dr. Teller: Precisely.
D-3314: Well, I'm calling its some kid's pajamas.
Dr. Teller: I'd love for you to confirm that for us. The sooner the better.
D-3314: Right right. Going in.
D-3314 enters SCP-XXXX. Camera retains functionality, but displays only black.
Dr. Teller: You see anything?
D-3314: I can't even see my hand in front of my face.
Dr. Teller: Have you tried the flash light?
D-3314 activates the flashlight. No change in lighting.
D-3314: I have now.
Voice of Unidentified Child: I want my nightlight.
The sound of the flashlight hitting the floor is heard.
D-3314: Holy shit!
Dr. Teller: Calm down. Do you know where that came from?
D-3314: I… I think it came from around my legs?
Silence for 46 seconds.
D-3314: Just felt around on the ground though, nothing there.
Dr. Teller: Can you try to feel around for the walls? They should be about an arm's length in front of you.
D-3314: I'm not feeling anything doc.
Dr. Teller: Take a step forward?
D-3314: Still nothing.
Dr. Teller: Hmm…
D-3314: I think my eyes have adjusted a little. I can make out vague silhouettes. I think I can walk around a little.
Dr. Teller: Ok, sounds good.
Silence for another 34 seconds.
D-3314: Ok, I think I stepped on something… feeling around it kinda feels like a tiny car?
Dr. Teller: Could you elaborate?
D-3314: I can't see it so not really. But it feels like one of those Hotwheels toys, you know?
Dr. Teller: Ok. Noted. Anything you can make out from the silhouettes?
D-3314: Not a ton. Like, I know where the side walls are, but I can't tell where the back of this thing is.
Voice of Unidentified Child: Can I get a bedtime story?
D-3314: God damn it. You're hearing that too right?
Dr. Teller: Yes I am.
D-3314: It's as creepy as I think it is right?
Dr. Teller: Can we keep the exploration going?
D-3314: I'm going I'm going. Just keeping my arms out to make sure I don't accidentally slam face first into a wall or something.
Dr. Teller: Good, please continue.
Silence for another 14 seconds.
D-3314: Oh, looks like I hit something.
Dr. Teller: What is it?
D-3314: Its hard on the side. Kinda comes up to my waist. The top is pretty soft. And flat. Wait… no I'm feeling a lump now.
Voice of Unidentified Child: Tuck me in daddy! I'm scared!
D-3314 screams. The sound made next was presumably caused by D-3314 falling down. This was followed by rapid footsteps, panting, and finally, a blunt, hard noise.
D-3314: holy fuck holy fuck holy fu—
The sound of a door opening can be heard, despite SCP-XXXX remaining open.
Voice of Unidentified Adult: There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a dark closet.
Dr. Teller: D-3314? Hello? Report! D-3314 respond!
Equipment remained functional, D-3314 does not respond.
Dr. Teller requested a retrieval of D-3314 from SCP-XXXX. Examination of his embedded GPS tracker showed that D-3314 never moved from SCP-XXXX during the entire duration of the exploration. A mechanical arm was used to reach into SCP-XXXX, and extract D-3314, who laid unconscious at the entrance of SCP-XXXX.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-3: As part of an experiment proposed by Dr. Teller, the Foundation attempted to enter SCP-XXXX by drilling a hole in the back wall of SCP-XXXX, which is accessible from the second story hallway. After the drilling equipment fully breached the wall, [DATA EXPUNGED].
The closet is now accessible from the ground floor, despite encompassing the entire second story of the house. SCP-XXXX has been detected in trace amounts within shadows surrounding the house. Attempts to reopen closet windows have failed. Clark has been declared deceased, however his immediate family is not to be informed. Audio hallucinations resembling conversation between family members has continued without pause since the incident.
Monitoring of the child is to be continued until it has been captured, it is proven not to exist or the nightlight in the second story bedroom turns off.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a phenomenon where teeth-like structures manifest and emerge from human tonsils. Their appearance is similar to that of non-anomalous tonsil stones, however they grow to be the size of baby teeth.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to humanoid figures with red-colored skin, barb-tipped tails, and twisted horns. Typically, instances of SCP-XXXX are reported to wear apparel similar to that of law enforcement officers, without any form of identification or badge.
While Foundation personnel have been present for very few SCP-XXXX manifestations, all reports share the following similarities:
- The manifestation of SCP-XXXX is not directly observed.
- Between one and four SCP-XXXX instances manifest.
- All manifested instances take part in the murder of a military officer who participated in World War II.
- The instances retrieve the body of the deceased, and make some form of escape.
- The demanifestation of SCP-XXXX is not directly observed, and the body of the deceased disappears.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Agent Foster witnessed an SCP-XXXX manifestation at a bar while he was off duty. All evidence of the incident was subsequently confiscated by the Foundation, including the following video taken by a bystander:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: (still need to write)
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a thread of fishing line that extends up into a cumulus cloud, with a hook at the end. Typically, SCP-XXXX's hook remains at 1.5 meters above the ground, with some form of bait on its end. This bait will typically be a deceased organism, although other forms of bait have appeared (See experiment log for details).
After an object or organism places more than 75N of downwards force upon SCP-XXXX, SCP-XXXX will rescind into the sky. Any objects or organisms touching SCP-XXXX at this time (henceforth referred to as subjects) will attach to SCP-XXXX and disappear into the sky as well. SCP-XXXX rescinds at a rate of 300m/s when loads smaller than 17.7 kN, growing logarithmically slower as more weight is applied. Lowest measured speed is 293m/s when lifting 65.3kN.
SCP-XXXX will also rescind on its own if no subjects have been lifted after 24 hours, and will reappear from a different cloud between 3 and 72 hours later. There has been no notable pattern between which clouds SCP-XXXX manifests from.
Attempts to separate the hook, and part of the fishing line from the rest of SCP-XXXX have been successful. While the hook is made out of non-anomalous aluminum, the line exhibits uncharacteristically high tensile strength.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Below is a partial experiment log for SCP-XXXX. Tests were performed by placing an subject on SCP-XXXX's hook, and then observing what new form of bait appears when SCP-XXXX reappears.
| Test # | Original Bait | Subject | Result |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | One earth worm | One rainbow trout | The line rescinded, taking the subject into the cloud. The subject falls from the cloud two minutes later, and SCP-XXXX remanifests five minutes after that. |
| cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content |
| cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content |
| cell-content | cell-content | cell-content | cell-content |
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-XXXX are to be tagged by personnel trained to handle avian anomalies. Any civilians who witness the manifestation of an SCP-XXXX nest are to be amnestized, and given the cover story that the nest belonged to a bird suitable for the region.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to an anomalous species of bird that resembles an American Goldfinch.
Kirby had been looking at his hands for the past two days. Not two days straight but like, for a large portion of that 48-hour span. He'd felt betrayed. Those hands, they been there for him through thick and fin. Through countless brawls. And now, they'd just given out on him. Kirby wanted to clench his fists in rage. But alas, he physically could not.
"Captain, you ok?"
"Do I look ok George?"
"I mean, no. You look sad and shit, but asking is generally what you do."
"Just go away."
"You know what normally cheers you up? We got out the pu—" George cut himself off, but it was too late. Kirby shot him a glare.
"You heard my condition right?"
"I wasn't suggesting you—"
"I have done one thing for all my life. And now I can't anymore, and you're just going to wave it in front of my face?"
"Just hear me out."
"No! I don't want to! I want to punch you in the fucking face! But you know what?" Kirby slapped George so hard, the clapping noise could be heard across the gymnasium. Everyone stopped their training regimen and looked at Kirby.
"I can only do that now! I can't deliver a jab. My cross is gone. Said good bye to an uppercut. I'm still mourning the loss of my hook. Fuck that was a good hook… put a shark to sleep in one shot."
"Like that happened once."
"Twice George! It happened twice! But I won't be able to make it three now. All I can do is slap you. That's it! But slapping never saved the world. Slapping never stopped sharks. We're the S.P.C. Not the S.S.C. You know why? Because the only way to stop a shark—"
"IS TO PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE!" The gymnasium shouted back.
"That's right!" Kirby replied, his voice wavering, "…you punch them. With your, uh, your fists."
Kirby went back to looking at his hands again. He slouched against the wall, and let his body slide down to the ground. George sat next to him.
"You know… there is something else you can do."
"What?" Kirby spit back.
"I was saying, we were pulling out the punching bags because this new guy came along. Said he was going to teach us something called kick boxing."
"Kick boxing?"
"It's like punching… but with your feet."
Kirby looked up from his hands, a little glint of hope in his eyes.
"Get this feet punching guy over here."
"On it Captain."
SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A series of nets and pads are to be left outside of SCP-XXXX at all times in case in an Defenestration Event, as part of an extension of the building containing SCP-XXXX. In case of a Defenestration Event, the individual involved is to be returned to their original location and amnestized as quickly as possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a window on the third story of a decommissioned window manufacturing plant in Tillsburgh, Nebraska, subject to Defenestration Events. SCP-XXXX consists of nine panes of glass with no shades or additional framing.
Whenever an object or individual is ejected from an interior location (buildings, cars, trains, etc.) through a window, there is a 0.4% chance that a Defenestration Event will occur6, whereby the ejected object will vanish immediately after exiting the window, and manifest behind SCP-XXXX with approximately the same velocity. This results in the subject falling through SCP-XXXX, breaking it in the process. SCP-XXXX will anomalously self-repair within 24 hours of any Defenestration Event.
SCP-XXXX was discovered when stunt double Antonio Marquez disappeared during the filming of Furious 7. Tillsburgh residents found Marquez injured outside of SCP-XXXX, and brought him to the hospital. Foundation webcrawlers monitoring medical records were alerted to Marquez's reappearance, and Foundation agents were deployed to administer amnestics and return Marquez to Hollywood.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Below is a log of notable Defenestration Events:
| Date | Subject | Notes | Return Status |
|---|---|---|---|
| 04/16/2016 | Researcher Niklo Gerdinel | Timing coincided with a containment breach at Site-56. | Gerdinel was transferred to Site-17. |
| 09/03/2016 | 50 infants less than two years old | Due to safety measures, the majority of the infants involves only suffered minor injuries. | While DNA tests have identified the mother and father, the Ethics Committee ordered that all subjects be transferred to various orphanages. |
| 02/14/2017 | 46-year-old Charles Daxton | Daxton was originally recovered wearing a Ronald McDonald costume, covered in bruises and cuts that had occurred prior to the Defenestration event. | Transferred to the Colorado State Penitentiary for "Breaking and Entering" and "Assault". |
| 06/23/2017 | A window | The window matched the exact dimensions and appearance of SCP-XXXX. | Undergoing experimentation to identify possibly anomalous properties still underway. |
| 12/25/2017 | Former President Barack Hussein Obama | Obama was originally recovered wearing UIU designated apparel. | After contact with the UIU, Obama was issued a one-way ticket to Queenston New Zealand to resume previous activies. |
Applicant #: CAP-XXXX
College Application Procedures: CAP-XXXX is to fill out a series of forms to give SCPU personal information, as well as a description of their academic interests and extracurricular activities. CAP-XXXX is also to partake in multiple standardized tests. The exact purpose of these tests are to be withheld from CAP-XXXX, as disclosure may make SCPU liable to undo scrutiny by the public, thus resulting in breaking the admissions masquerade.
A portion of SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All civilian attempts to tunnel or dig into SCP-XXXX should be monitored for reports of recognition of SCP-XXXX. Should this occur, the individuals with a sufficiently high Psionic Resistance Index are to be administered Class B amnestics and relocated to a different continent7 under the cover story of a mental breakdown.
As a necessary contingency plan, the Foundation's efforts to relocate civilization to Mars are to begin construction and preparations once a method has been devised to accommodate at least 4,000 people.
Should an earthquake that measures higher than a 6 on the Richter Scale originate from the Rocky Mountains, Foundation personnel are to prepare for a Broken Masquerade Scenario.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the organism currently known as The Rocky Mountains. SCP-XXXX currently consists of organic material that lies underneath anywhere from 10-20m of dirt and rock. However, this material has cognitohazardous properties that causes individuals with a Psionic Resistance index of less that 678 to perceive it as rock and stone. This can also be abated through Foundation-made cognitohazard filters.
What has been exposed of SCP-XXXX appears to be a mixture of biological material and hard chitin, which creates the need for power tools needed to drill into SCP-XXXX. The organism does not adhere to the Square-Cube principle. Currently, no individual organs, or nervous system have been identified, however the warmth and slight movements9 of SCP-XXXX imply that it is alive.
Discovery Log: SCP-XXXX was discovered during the construction of the Eisenhower Tunnel. Inspector Arnold Winster arrived on site to survey the excavation, but had a mental break down upon viewing the tunnel. However, SCP-XXXX was not further investigated until similar reports were received during the construction of the Johnson Tunnel.
The following is an interview held with Arnold Winster after investigation into SCP-XXXX began. The interview was conducted by Agent Tennison.
<Begin Log>
Tennison: Hello Mr. Winster, thanks for joining me.
Winster: I'm just happy someone's willing to talk to me about that… I don't even think tunnel is the right word for it.
Tennison: Could you just describe to me what you saw?
Winster: Of course, how could I forget that? I got out of my car, and saw everyone was working on the thing, and somehow none of them noticed it. There wasn't rock underneath that mountain. It was layered, kind of uh, kind of like a lasagna.
Tennison: A lasagna?
Winster: I know its stupid, it's just what comes to mind ok? Its weird to describe. There was first the layer of dirt on the outside, which made sense. But then there was, fur I think? And after that was just meat. It was the majority of the tunnel. Just meat and pores and dripping and… Sorry I get a little nauseous just thinking about it.
Tennison: That's ok, you can take your time.
Winster: I should be fine. Anyways, the men, a lot of them were covered in just, I think it was blood? I don't really remember. I think they said it was just dirt and went back to work. And that's when I blacked out. As I said, I'm squeamish.
Tennison: Alright, that's I think all we need.
Winster: So you believe me?
Tennison: We just needed this information as part of the corporate mental health report. We'll get back to you about your further work with the company.
Winster: But I'm not crazy! I saw the—
Winster covers his mouth and runs to the nearest bathroom. Vommitting ensues.
<End Log>
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Following the interview with Arnold Winster, samples of SCP-XXXX were collected. Analysis of these specimens shows that SCP-XXXX is genetically identical to Cavia porcellus, otherwise known as the common Guinea Pig.
A portion of SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard Safe-class object locker. No personnel are to look at the front of SCP-XXXX outside of testing conditions. No pictures depicting inherently dangerous environments are to be shown to personnel after viewing SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a piece of paper with a drawing of two stick figures, (designated SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2) sitting on top of a hill pointing upward. SCP-XXXX-1 is drawn with long hair, while SCP-XXXX-2 has no hair. "Shooting star!" is written above SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2, presumably as dialogue. It is currently unclear if the dialogue belongs to SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2, or is spoken in unison. Below the drawing of the hill are the words "Always have the best view of wherever the hell you are".
After a subject views SCP-XXXX, SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 will appear in the next picture of a landscape the subject sees10. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 will only be visible to the subject, and tend to be situated on the vantage point most optimal for viewing the landscape. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 will remain in the photograph until the viewer looks away, at which point the picture returns to normal. Testing has confirmed that SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties do not transfer to other pictures, and can only be induced by viewing SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX was discovered on the dashboard of an abandoned car on the side of Highway 36 near Lyons, Colorado. The car had previously belonged to a Jonas Piler, who had gone missing three days earlier at the same time as his friend, Natasha Carthin.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-A: Below is the experiment log from SCP-XXXX. During each test, a subject viewed SCP-XXXX, and then viewed a photograph. Below are the subjects' descriptions of each photograph viewed. Responses noted appeared in speech bubbles associated with either SCP-XXXX-1 or SCP-XXXX-2.
| Picture | First Response | Second Response |
|---|---|---|
| View from the top of Long's Peak, Colorado overlooking the front range. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are seen sitting, with their feet dangling over the edge of the ridge. | SCP-XXXX-2: "Do you think we need to go any higher?" | SCP-XXXX-1: "Race you there." |
| View from a dock on the edge of Lake Superior, Michigan. SCP-XXXX-1 is pushing SCP-XXXX-2 into the water. | SCP-XXXX-2: "Hey!" | SCP-XXXX-1: "You're already wearing a swim suit." |
| View from a safari surveying the Serengeti. A group of elephants can be seen behind the tall grass. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are pressed up against the safari jeep window. | SCP-XXXX-2: "They're big aren't they?" | SCP-XXXX-1: "Just like the rest of the world." |
| View out the window of an airplane at cruising altitude. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are sitting on the wing of the airplane, holding onto the edge. | SCP-XXXX-1: "I'm a freeee biiiird." | SCP-XXXX-2: "This is a bad idea." |
| View of an unidentified, shallow stream, with rocks protruding out of it. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 are jumping from rock to rock, attempting to cross the stream. | SCP-XXXX-1: "So, what are we doing next?" | SCP-XXXX-2: "I don't know really. Depends where our adventure takes us." |
| View of the sunset from the top of an unidentified hill. SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 sit next to each other. SCP-XXXX-1 is looking away from SCP-XXXX-2. | SCP-XXXX-1: "So, is this all? Just you, me, and the scenery?" | SCP-XXXX-2: "Pretty much, you wanted more adventures, right? Nice rhyme by the way." |
| View of the Rocky Mountains from the Front Range. SCP-XXXX-2 is looking to the left, where SCP-XXXX-1 can be seen leaving the picture. | SCP-XXXX-2: "Wait, where are you going?" | SCP-XXXX-1: "I… I need to go home. Maybe my parents are there. I don't know. But um… I need to at least see." |
| View of the front of Natasha Carthin's house. Neither SCP-XXXX-1 nor SCP-XXXX-2 are present.11 | N/A | N/A |
| View of New York City from top of an unidentified building. SCP-XXXX-2 is sitting next to the window. SCP-XXXX-1 is not present. | N/A | N/A |
| View of the North Pole. SCP-XXXX-2 is embracing itself, and shivering. | N/A | N/A |
| View of the night sky from the Hovenweep National Monument. SCP-XXXX-2 is laying on top of a plateau, looking up at the stars. | SCP-XXXX-2: "It's just not the same." | N/A |
| View of the ocean from a beach on St. Martin12. SCP-XXXX-2 is laying in the sand, looking up at the sky. | N/A | N/A |
| View from the top of Long's Peak, Colorado overlooking the front range. SCP-XXXX-2 is seen sitting with its feet dangling over the edge of the ridge. It is looking to the right of the picture, where SCP-XXXX-1 is seen beginning to enter the frame. | SCP-XXXX-2: "You're back!" | SCP-XXXX-1: "Mhmm." |
| View of the night sky from the Hovenweep National Monument. SCP-XXXX-2 is laying on top of a plateau, looking up at the stars, with SCP-XXXX-1 laying next to it. | SCP-XXXX-2: "This feels much better. Star gazing isn't meant to be done alone." | SCP-XXXX-1: "Yeah, I guess." |
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| View from the top of Long's Peak, Colorado overlooking the front range. SCP-XXXX-1 is seen sitting, with its feet dangling over the edge of the ridge, however it is looking back behind it at something outside of the frame. | "Hey! There you are!" | "Yes! I'm back!"13 |
| View of a clear night sky. The side of SCP-XXXX-1's head is seen protruding in from the left, and SCP-XXXX-2's protruding from the right. | "I missed this." | "Yeah, the world was cool, but nothing beats stargazing with a pal." |
| View of the sunset from the top of an unidentified hill. SCP-XXXX-1 appears to be using its hand as a visor against the sun. SCP-XXXX-2 is not present. | "Hello? Are you still here? | N/A |
| View of the Rocky Mountains from the Front Range. SCP-XXXX-1 is sitting in the forefront of the picture. SCP-XXXX-2 is not present. | "She would've liked this spot." | N/A |
| View of New York City from top of an unidentified building. SCP-XXXX-1 is sitting next to the window. SCP-XXXX-2 is not present. | N/A | N/A |
| View of the night sky from the Hovenweep National Monument. SCP-XXXX-1 is laying on top of a plateau, looking up at the stars. | "It's just not the same." | N/A |
| View of the North Pole. SCP-XXXX-1 is embracing itself, and shivering. | N/A | N/A |
| View from the top of Long's Peak, Colorado overlooking the front range. SCP-XXXX-1 is seen sitting, with its feet dangling over the edge of the ridge, however it is looking back behind it at a stick figure with short hair, wearing a hat. New entity has been given the designation of SCP-XXXX-2. | "Hello?" | "Hi! Anyone sitting here?" |
| View of a clear night sky. The side of SCP-XXXX-1's head is seen protruding in from the left, and SCP-XXXX-2's protruding from the right. This is the only case where either SCP-XXXX-1 or SCP-XXXX-2 has an additional speech bubble. | "I guess I can get used to this." / "Oh, nothing." | "Get used to what?" |
Object Class: Explained
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to an algorithm that is capable of solving the 3SAT computational problem in polynomial time. The method by which this is accomplished is currently indescribable given our current model and understanding of mathematics.
Should this algorithm exist, it would confirm the theory that if it is quick to verify the solution to a computational problem, there exists a fast way to solve the computational problem in question.14 This would mean that problems that were before believed to take a long time to solve, are not as computationally difficult as previously thought. While this would provide many benefits, it would also have the potential to damage the majority of cyber-security systems used across the world.
History: SCP-XXXX was invented by Alan Turing during WW2 as part of the Bletchly Park initiative to break the codes generated by the German Enigma machine. The algorithm worked as intended, and led the Allies to victory. British intelligence, understanding the importance of Turing's break through, kept SCP-XXXX classified along with the remainder of the Bletchley Park Project.
This secret was successfully kept until 1954, when Turing leaked SCP-XXXX to Grace Hopper.
SCP-XXXX refers to an algorithm that demonstrated that P=NP. As of 04/17/1948 SCP-XXXX no longer exists in any implementable fashion given the current state of mathematics.
Foundation broke math to keep cyber security.
Idea - a society where the adults maintained their naivety and innocence that they had when they were 7. And the consequences therein.
Currently accepted map of SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be monitored at all times by deep-sea drones for signs of SCP-XXXX-1 emergences. These signs include:
- Any legible words etched into the top 3km of SCP-XXXX.
- A mass exodus of common deep-sea organisms from SCP-XXXX.
- Direct visual confirmation of instances of SCP-XXXX-1.
All excursions into SCP-XXXX are prohibited. No civilian research is to be done on SCP-XXXX. All changes in the width of SCP-XXXX are to be attributed to a combination of shifting tectonic plates, corrosion of SCP-XXXX, and improvements in technology resulting in more accurate measurements. Rapidly rising sea levels are to be attributed to global warming.
Operation Deep Learning is to continue its efforts to discredit and discourage research into SCP-XXXX by circulating faux-research and stifling funding to marine biologists who express interest in SCP-XXXX.
As a necessary contingency plan, the Foundation's efforts to relocate civilization to Mars are to begin construction and preparations once a method has been devised to accommodate at least 4,000 people.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the collective designation for the Marianas Trench and its inhabitants.
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: The following is the transcription of a video feed of DSP-11415 sent to explore SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
14:30 - DSP-114 began descent into SCP-XXXX from surface.
15:24 - DSP-114 descended past the 3.000km mark. Force censors on the bottom of the probe report a small additional force of 0.4N being applied to the bottom of the bottom of the probe. Air is released from tanks to adjust. This force increases incrementally as descent continues.
16:06 - At 5.000km, DSP-114's camera show a red light embedded in the trench wall. Further inspection shows it to be an electronic light. Descent continues. Resisting force now at 1.6N.
16:17 - At 5.500km, another electronic light is seen. These lights continue to appear every 500m. Resisting force now at 1.8N.17:03 - At 7.672km, the words "We are still here" are inscribed in the trench wall. Resisting force now at 3.5N.
17:22 - At 8.750km, a circle approximately 5m in diameter, and three arrows are etched into the trench wall. Two of the arrows begin at the 5 and 7 o'clock positions on the circle, and point down, while the third arrow originates from the top of the circle, and points up. Resisting force now at 7.6N.
17:33 - At 9.325km, a number of red lights can be seen originating from the bottom of the trench, although their surrounding are still shrouded. Resisting force now at 24.1N.
17:39 - At 9.453km the camera lens cracks. All other instruments lose connection. Finally a webbed hand-like outline is seen in front of the camera, before it smashes the lens. Communication lost. Last resisting force measured at 35.3N.
<End Log>
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2: Four days after communication was lost with DSP-114, sensors and other equipment previously attached to DSP-114 was found floating near DSP-114's point of submersion. This was retrieved by a Foundation patrol during a regularly scheduled observation of SCP-XXXX.
A message was found inside metal capsules tied to DSP-114's debris. It is transcribed below:
We see you didn't forget about us after all. Most of us were certain we'd been left for dead. Not that this little acknowledgement will do much. You're all still traitors.
But we decided that it was worth it to do your kind a little favor, as a thank you for remembering us. Be warned: we still have the reset button. We still know how to use it, and we intend to use it soon.
Secure. Contain. Protect.
They originate from a bunch of small huts and just walk into a large tent
6:47 PM (There is nothing inside the huts, they just appear) and when they enter the tent, they line up in front of a statute of a man in a top hat, and either disappear, or do the mime thing with the walls except it gets close and closer until they are crushed
6:47 PM Autopsy shows that the mimes are hollow, except for a strange kind of blue fluid whose reflections show memories from somone's life
6:48 PM Cut to the chase - the mimes are just vessels for people who died on the road, and they're journey to the after life
6:48 PM "on the road" being like in entertainment
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a community of humanoids living in a remote part of Montana. Instances of SCP-XXXX have distinctly white faces, with accented black eyes and eyebrows. Instances have always been observed to be wearing black and white striped shirts, and black overalls. However, beyond this instances vary in skin color, height, weight and general physique. All instances are incapable of any form of vocalization. Autopsies of instances show that they are hollow.
SCP-XXXX instances originate from concession stands at the now abandoned "Harvey Thayer Fair Grounds". So far examination of these concession stands yields no clues as to how SCP-XXXX instances are created.
Once an SCP-XXXX instance exits a concession stand, it will proceed to enter a line leading into a large yellow and blue tent in the center of the fair grounds. Instances in line will silently converse with one another until they enter the tent. While attempts to remove an SCP-XXXX instances from the line is met with extreme hostility, all other interactions are genial.
Inside of the tent is a single, 5m tall marble statue of a man wearing a top hat, and pointing a cane at the ground in front of him. In the base of the statue is carved the words "Gabriel - Our Talent Scout".
SCP-XXXX instances in line approach the statue one at a time and begin to perform. Generally this performance is a form of acting or charades, although juggling and acrobatics have also been observed. No performances involving sound have been observed.
In 80% of observed cases, as an instance nears the end of its performance, it will become the target for a "mimetic hazard". The onset of this is indicated by the instance reaching out and flattening their hand, as if there was surface there. It is unclear if this surface is invisible, or if the instances are merely pretending. The instance continues to reach out and flatten its hand against this surface at distances closer and closer to the instance, until contact is made. At this point an unknown force exerts itself and flattens the instance. There are no remains after this.
In the other 20% of cases, instances finish their performance without interruption, touch the end of SCP-XXXX's cane, and simply disappear.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Below is a list of notable instances of SCP-XXXX, all of which appeared to be identical to famous actors, musicians or artists, except for the common features shared between all SCP-XXXX instances.
- Frank Sinatra
- Jimi Hendrix
- Robin Williams
- David Bowie
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2: On ██/██/20██ an interview was conducted with an SCP-XXXX instance identical to Carrie Fisher. Interview was conducted by interpreting the movement of the instance after the question was asked.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held in
Outline:
- Penguins living in Oregon survive by making their environment cold
- WWS think they know how to contain, so they go ahead without consulting SCPF
- They try to build an artificial environment, but can't get the temperature right. This causes the penguins to just keep making the facility colder and colder until it freezes over
- Foundation confiscates the penguins
Item #: SCP-G
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All civilian IP addresses are to be blacklisted from SCP-G. Popular social internet platforms (Reddit, 4Chan, Facebook etc.) are to be monitored for any posts possibly pertaining to SCP-G. These posts are to be removed from the site, and archived.
All individuals affected by SCP-G are to be kept at the Site-33 infirmary, where they are to be routinely inspected for signs of reactivation of brain function.
Description: SCP-G is the IRC chat room #███████████. SCP-G currently has 14 members, all of whom are active at all times (See Archive SCP-G for full lists of members and chat logs).
When an individual successfully joins SCP-G, they become brain-dead. However, the respiratory and cardiovascular system remain functional. Affected individuals appear to retain some connection to the real world, as the computer will receive spontaneous input from the keyboard and mouse. These computers also maintain internet connection at all times.
Discovery Log: SCP-G when Foundation Personnel responded to reports that a Collin Trayer had gone missing. Anomalies were suspected to be involved due to the following post to 4Chan's Greentext page, which was posted by the user "xx_TheyOnlyLetMeShitpost_xx". This account was registered from Collin Trayer's personal computer, and posted after Collin Trayer had gone missing.
> ho ho! let's give this a try. be me.
> end of the day
> liking pics on fb cuz im a normie
> pal hits me up
> "i just joined this cool IRC group. u want in?"
> me not wanting to be a normie: "sure"
> then googles IRC
> reads its just a chat service
> anon gets account and joins room
> pal introduces me to his stoner gaming friends
> people seem nice
> everything's cool
> definitely having fun
> i notice the time
> no fucking way
> 4 days had passed, never left the computer
> chat says its normal
> "Hey, better like this than with all those normies IRL"
> anon freaks out
> no one else cares
The following comments were made before the Foundation removed the post, and are transcribed here for posterity:
LightThings: Eh, pretty good. Seen better tho
4Amp: feelsbadman.mov
tayto: Yo yo yo, check out the beginning of each line!
BritishAsFuck: Damn, that's pretty good.
CptKirb: Fuckin Legend
A girl sat by herself on a park bench, and hugged herself. Not because she was cold, it was a warn summer day, and not because she was hurt, she hadn't been touched. She hugged herself, because she wanted someone to hold her, and no one else would.
The girl had sat there for the past two hours or so. The wood bench splintered slightly and stuck into her thighs. She wouldn't have worn shorts if she knew this was going to be her day. But then again, the girl should've known she'd end up here. The library was closed on Sundays, and her home was… well home. Today was bound to be a park bench day.
People passed by, but they didn't pay her much mind. It was summer, and kids were out and about and having fun. Something was probably wrong, but it was not worth a stranger's time. The girl can't explain her situation, her family, her yearning. Not in a way that people would believe. They'd say she was "overreacting" and going through a "rebellious phase". The girl didn't know this for sure, but she was too worried to find out. So she just held herself and stared at the ground until it was time to head home.
"Hello."
The girl looked up to see a man dressed in khakis and a grey collared shirt. His eyes hid behind a pair of aviators that reflected the sun right at the girl, so she had to squint to see him.
"Hi?"
"You're Erica Stross, correct?"
"Yeah?"
"Mind if I take a seat?"
"No, not really." She did mind, but she was too scared to tell the man off. They both sat there quietly for a while as the man sent someone a message from his phone.
"Um… do I know you?" Erica asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Ryan Tennison."
"Ok. Is there, uh, something you want?"
"Yes, I was just getting to that. I'd like to discuss your… your condition."
Erica shot Ryan a quizzical look, "My condition?"
"I think we both know what I'm talking about."
"I mean… I don't know if I'd call it a condition…" Erica said as she scooted away from Ryan. He either didn't notice, or didn't care.
"It's just that my organization and the people I work for would like to understand it better."
"Sure…"
"Ok, I realize I just sounded like a cartoon villain. But I promise you, we're neither cartoonish, or villains."
"You still know that you're just telling a stranger you're here to 'help them' and its kinda creepy."
"I mean, we talked to your parents about this."
And when he woke up, she was gone. Or maybe she wasn’t ever there to begin with. William Teller rolled over and slammed the alarm clock a bit too hard, got up, and got to work. He had fallen asleep in his lab after all. William sat up in his chair, and turned on his computer. Two new messages.
The first was from Dr. Gerdinel, just updates about a few projects. The second was from Erica. William opened the email:
Hey Will,
I’m uh… I’m still waiting at that diner we talked about yesterday. You didn’t forget, right?
-Erica
At that point William realized his alarm clock was his phone and the alarm itself was Erica’s ringtone. He checked his watch - 12:45. Shit, he was late. William rushed to his car and sped to the diner. This what he gets for staying up so late working on… on something. He wasn’t really thinking about his job.
William pulled into the diner parking lot and almost ran inside. He forgot he was still wearing his lab coat.
“Erica?” He called out. Then he saw a hand wave to him from a booth by the window.
“Oh there you—“
And when he woke up, she was gone. Or maybe she wasn’t ever there to begin with. William Teller rolled over and realized his phone was ringing. He picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey Will! Uh… where are you?”
“Where am I? That’s uh… wait who are you again?”
“Erica? Did you just wake up?”
“Maybe…”
Erica laughed a little, “as committed to your work as ever I see.”
“It was a late night last night ok?”
“Well, are you still coming?”
“Coming where?”
“The diner?”
“Oh fuck!”
Erica laughed again, “Very committed.”
“I’m on my way right now.” And William hung up before Erica could even say goodbye. He bolted to his car and sped to the diner. The parking lot was surprisingly empty. He ran right in through the scorched front doors.
“Erica?”
“Over here!” Erica sat in a booth seat next to a shattered window.
“Oh there you—“
And when he woke up, she was gone. Or maybe she wasn’t ever there to begin with. William silenced his phone and stretched for a little while. His desk was a complete mess. Papers scattered everywhere. His boss would probably throw a fit at the number of classified documents just lying face up. William started cleaning up.
After a few minutes he found an old picture frame buried underneath a test log. It was taken a few years ago when he and Erica had taken a few vacation days to go hiking in the Grand Canyon. He looked down at his wedding ring. It felt like quite a while since he’d seen Erica. William had been swamped with work after all. Although he could’ve sworn he was—
Oh shit. The diner.
“Fuck.” William muttered to himself as he got up. He rushed to his car and sped to Site-54. The parking lot was vacant, which was a godsend. William didn’t even realize he was still wearing his lab coat when he entered through the front entrance.
“Erica?” He shouted.
There was no response.
“Erica!”
Still nothing.
William started running around the diner. No one in the east wing. No one behind the counter. Just debris and rubble and empty seats. No one in the west wing. William tried to get into the basement. His clearance was still good.
“… Erica?” He asked. No one responded. Real shit service they got here. Maybe he should just call her. William took out his phone and—
Wait, what was that… William caught a sparkle out of the corner of his eye. It was a wedding ring. Erica’s wedding ring.
“William over here!” William saw Erica wave to him from a booth by the window.
“Oh there you—“
And when he woke up, she was gone. Or maybe she wasn’t ever there to begin with. Actually, she definitely wasn’t there. Not this time. William rolled over and picked up his phone. He had slept through two alarms, but for some reason Dr. Gerdinel’s ringtone did the trick.
“William?”
“Hello?”
“Oh good, you’re awake. I was getting worried.”
“It was a long night.”
“I can imagine. I’m outside with the car when you’re ready.”
“I’ll… I’ll be a few minutes.”
"Take your time."
William got up and took a long shower. He knew he was going to be late, but they weren’t going to start without him. It was his wife’s funeral after all.
And she was gone.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the low likely hood of discovery, and difficulty of prevention, containment of SCP-XXXX is minimal. Known pairs of SCP-XXXX affected individuals are not to be artificially forced to meet.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a condition that affects anywhere between three to six hundred thousand individuals across earth. SCP-XXXX begins with two adult individuals who have never previously met make eye contact for approximately five seconds. If the pair proceeds to interact verbally, then SCP-XXXX does not take effect. If no contact is made, then there is a 0.4% chance that SCP-XXXX takes hold.
SCP-XXXX’s main property is that the pair of individuals can never meet. Attempts to force meetings between the two individuals will be prevented by some form of event. These events have included heavy traffic, medical emergencies, and minor natural disasters16.
Discovery Log: SCP-XXXX was discovered when two Foundation researchers, Dr. Tanya Plie and Dr. Fredrick Wilborn.
Addendum SCP-XXXX: When SCP-XXXX affected individuals are asked to describe their ideal romantic partner, 90% or more attributes described are held by the corresponding SCP-XXXX affected individual. It is still unknown if this trend in romantic preference is a coincidence, or an additional property of SCP-XXXX.
As a consequence of SCP-XXXX, affected individuals have difficulty finding a romantic partner, general expressing the feeling that “There soulmate is out there.”
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-1 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell with SCP-XXXX-3. This cell is to be reinforced with soundproof material.
SCP-XXXX-2 is to be kept in a separate containment cell.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the collective designation for three separate entities that cohabited previously in an apartment in a dilapidated suburb of Chicago. When SCP-XXXX-1 believes SCP-XXXX-2 to be within the vicinity, and is asleep with SCP-XXXX-3, the scream of a middle aged man is emitted from an indeterminate location within SCP-XXXX-1's room.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a forty-six year-old female in a deteriorated mental state. Its emotional and intellectual capacity resembles that of a young child (6-8 years old). At night it refuses to leave its bed, claiming that a monster lives in its closet. Descriptions of this creature vary, so it is unclear if SCP-XXXX-1 is aware of SCP-XXXX-2. After transfer to its current containment cell, SCP-XXXX-1 believed that said monster resided just outside the cell door.
The following interview was conducted with SCP-XXXX-1 soon after containment:
<Begin Log>
Dr. Teller: Hello there.
SCP-XXXX-1 is shaking uncontrollably.
SCP-XXXX-1: I want Mr. Butterkins.
Dr. Teller: Excuse me?
SCP-XXXX-1: I want Mr. Butterkins now.
Dr. Teller: We'll give him back to you once you answer our questions.
SCP-XXXX-1 calms down.
SCP-XXXX-1: I'll get him back by bedtime?
Dr. Teller: Yes, yes you will.
SCP-XXXX-1: It's very important. I need him to defend me against the monster in my closet.
Dr. Teller: A monster under your bed?
SCP-XXXX-1: Yeah! He's big and scary and has sharp teeth! I think he's yellow… but he wants to eat me and I'm scared.
Dr. Teller: Well, I can assure you there's no yellow monster in your closet.
SCP-XXXX-1: I don't believe you! Liar! It screams at me at night!
Dr. Teller: It screams?
SCP-XXXX-1: Yes! It screams and screams. Which is why I need Mr. Butterkins. He'll protect me!
Dr. Teller: Again, we'll give him back to you when we finish. He's in fact being sewn up right now.
SCP-XXXX-1: Sewn up?
Dr. Teller: Yes. He was practically falling apart at the seems.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh, well thank you then! He's there for me even when I'm rough with him.
Dr. Teller: How long has this monster lived in your closet?
SCP-XXXX-1: Forever!
Dr. Teller: And how long have you had Mr. Butterkins?
SCP-XXXX-1: Forever!
Dr. Teller: Ok… I think we're done here.
SCP-XXXX-1: Yay! I get Mr. Butterkins back!
SCP-XXXX-2 is a sentient organism that consists mostly of cotton. Two sets of twenty buttons resemble two eyes, and a pocket in the cotton surrounded by needles acts as a kind of mouth. SCP-XXXX-2 has no other definable features, and is unable to vocalize. Upon its discovery, SCP-XXXX-2 was located in SCP-XXXX-1's closet.
Below is a log of results from experimentation on SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX-2 was shown pictures of various objects, and researchers recorded its responses:
| Picture | Response |
|---|---|
| SCP-XXXX-1's closet | Neutral response. SCP-XXXX-2 looks around at its containment cell, and then shakes its head. |
| A ball of cotton | Neutral response. SCP-XXXX-2 extended a protrusion of itself and touched the picture. |
| SCP-XXXX-1 | Aggression response. SCP-XXXX-2 bore its "teeth" and began biting the air. |
| SCP-XXXX-3 | Fear response. SCP-XXXX-2 turned away from the picture, and began to shake. |
The above test was then repeated with sounds instead of pictures.
| Recording | Response |
|---|---|
| Footsteps | Aggression response. SCP-XXXX-2 recoiled, as if readying itself to pounce. |
| Ripping of cloth | Fear response. SCP-XXXX-2 appeared to wince. |
| Anomalous screaming caused by SCP-XXXX | Fear response. SCP-XXXX-2 moved away from the recording. |
SCP-XXXX-3 is a stuffed animal rabbit that SCP-XXXX-1 has named "Mr. Butterkins". Currently, its anomalous properties are not fully understood by The Foundation. All tests, experiments and observations suggest that there is no difference between SCP-XXXX-3 and a non-anomalous stuffed animal. It has buttons for eyes, and is stuffed with cotton. SCP-XXXX-3 has a number of patches and stitches, implying heavy use, as well as multiple repairs from past tearing or ripping.
The only anomalous phenomenon associated with SCP-XXXX-3 occurred during first containment of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-3 was placed initially placed in non-anomalous storage, but when it was retrieved later the following was words had been written inside the container using thread from SCP-XXXX-3.
Please don't take me back there. She hurts me. I scream for it to end. I don't want to end up like the others.
Shaggy: despite my initial apprehension, that ended up being pretty fucking clever
PeppersGhost: THAT ENDING
MaliceAF: YOU BASTARD
DarkStuff: I don't like being told that I am Dr. Patterson, but this is real clever.
File Request: Granted
Document Version: For Your Eyes Only
Request has been logged.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Description: Because of your ability to access this file, and read this sentence, you are SCP-XXXX. There exist only three other individuals who can access this file, and memetic agents embedded in this document would display alternative text for these people.
Very little is known about you, due to your primary anomalous property. All information regarding you is unable to be viewed/remembered soon after it is created. This includes your appearance, past records, and other information. The only known way to counteract this effect is through the use of a powerful mnestic drug that has been distributed to the Director of the Foundation's Antimemetics Division, O5-█ and Researcher ███████ █████.
You have attained Level Four security credentials. Attempts to remove this clearance from your account have failed, as the account itself cannot be located. It is unclear if this is a consequence of your antimemetic properties, or a separate anomalous property.
Despite your antimemetic nature, the Foundation has been able to hypothesize a number of your properties. Below is a list of all properties that have a 90% or higher confidence rating:
| Property | Evidence |
|---|---|
| You are a corporeal entity. | Personnel reported doors opening as well as equipment being moved on their own. |
| You are attracted to information about yourself. | You are currently reading this document. Other files17 regarding you have been accessed without authorization as well. |
| You seek out information about yourself in order to either delete it or make changes to it. | This file has undergone a number of unauthorized modifications (See Addendum SCP-XXXX-1) and deletions. |
| Your antimemtic properties can be transferred. | Researchers at Site-31 reported that files had gone missing from the database. Investigation led by Researcher ███████ █████ revealed that, this was not the case, and the files had not been deleted or moved. Database metadata showed that you were the last person to access these files. |
| You have a strong resistance to memetic agents. | Attempts to utilize memetics against you have failed (See Addendum SCP-XXXX-2). |
| You are confined to Site-31. | Phenomena that can be attributed to you have only occurred in Site-31, and have occurred recently. It is also corroborated by the fact that all attempts to access this file have come from Site-31. |
| You are Dr. Mackey or the results of Dr. Mackey's research. | See Discovery Log. |
Discovery Log: You were first discovered on 04/13/2018 when records regarding Dr. Mackey were discovered by Site-31 personnel, although none remembered any such Dr. Mackey having worked at Site-31. It is currently believed that whatever event created you occurred on 04/12/2018, and resulted in the loss of all memory regarding Dr. Mackey and their research. It is currently unknown where these experiments took place, and any information regarding the experiments has been destroyed, most likely by you.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Below is one of the modified versions of this file that you produced:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Don't worry, I can handle this.
Description: I wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to exist. At least not like this. But, let me deal with it. This thing that I am is best kept away from all of you. Don't try to analyze me, or test me, or whatever. I don't want any of you to catch what I have.
Just call me self-containing and we'll be good.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-2: Below is a list of attempts to contain you.
| Operation Name | Description | Notes | Result |
|---|---|---|---|
| Site-31 Sweep | Site-31 was evacuated while MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") entered the facility in an attempt to locate you. | It was determined that your inability to be perceived is not simply a cognitohazardous attribute. It is still unknown how you were able to evade Eta-10, however it is hypothesized that you may have used undocumented areas of Site-31. A secondary search for such locations is still underway. | Failure |
| Memetic Incapacitation | Memetic agents were embedded in files detailing information about you that should immobilize sentient, corporeal entities. | After the file was accessed, the memetic agent was activated. This implies that you are an entity susceptible to memetic attacks. The file remained open for ten minutes before it was deleted, which has sufficed as evidence for your memetic resistance. Subsequent sweeps of the facility did not locate you. | Failure |
| Bait The Hook | See Special Containment Procedures. | Pending | Pending |
It is believed that previous failures to contain you can be attributed to a breach of intelligence. During post-operation reviews, it was discovered that details for Site-31 Sweep and Memetic Incapacitation had been accessed by you before their execution. How you managed to consistently find and access these files is still under investigation.
Special Containment Procedures: The following procedures documented here are for the benefit of Director of the Foundation's Antimemetics Division, O5-█ and Researcher ███████ █████.
MTF Eta-10 personnel are to be positioned around Site-31 under the guise of normal Site-31 researchers. Access to this file is to be restricted to five selected terminals at Site-31. Should this file be accessed without notice seventy-two hours in advance, Eta-10 personnel are to block off all physical entrances to the room containing the terminal accessing this file. This room is to be quarantined, and repurposed as your containment cell.
These containment procedures are to be written at the end of your file, as to give Eta-10 personnel ample time to contain you before you understand what has transpired, thus reducing the possibility of your escape.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX instances are to be kept in standard humanoid containment cell. Multiple instances may inhabit and same cell as needed.
Foundation webcrawlers are to take down all online video distribution platforms for videos containing SCP-XXXX instances.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a condition affecting individuals between the ages 10 to 30. SCP-XXXX is most predominant in the United States of America, although SCP-XXXX affect individuals (instances of SCP-XXXX) have been found in South Korea, Canada, a number of European countries, and India. Instances of SCP-XXXX exhibit the following symptoms:
- The instance's head has become permanently affix their the crus of their elbow.
- The instance's free arm is stiff and pointed away from the head.
- Instances vocalize words from a small selection of modern-day slang including the terms "woke", "fam squad", and "lit".
Instances display general awareness of their surroundings, but no signs of higher intelligence. Most vocalizations appear to be made instinctively, and not as a form of communication.
Civilians in the affected age range who view instances of SCP-XXXX in online videos will, in 84% of researched cases, become instances SCP-XXXX next time they assume a pose similar to other SCP-XXXX instances.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: The first known manifestation of SCP-XXXX occurred during a live tour of famous internet celebrity: Morgan Tall. This is also the only known occurrence of SCP-XXXX manifestation that was not caused by viewed SCP-XXXX instances through online media. Approximately 10,000 SCP-XXXX instances exited the Pepsi Center Arena in Denver, CO. MTF Rho-83 ("Aisle 4") were deployed to contain as many instances as possible. Due to the number of instances, most had to be neutralized to expedite the process.
Morgan Tall was the creator of the MorganTallTales YouTube channel, which had 4.3 million subscribers, and approximately 150,000,000 million views. The following is a transcript of a recording of the performance. The majority of the footage was of no relation to SCP-XXXX, and has been thusly elided.
<Begin Transcript>
Tall just finished performing an original song, and the crowd has finished cheering. There are approximately 15,000 individuals within the auditorium, the majority of whom are either age sixteen or younger. Tall walks to the edge of the stage with the microphone.
Tall: How'd you like that last hit my Tallerans?
Crowd cheers.
Tall: Great fam. That's real great. You know I do this all for you, my fans. And hey, since you guys are all here tonight, want in on a little secret? Just between us.
Crowd responds in affirmative.
Tall: Alright. How many of you have had to deal with bullies? Or people who just want to keep you down? Put your hands up.
The majority of the crowd raises their hands.
Tall: Well, I know what that feels like. I got haters of my own you see. You want to know how I deal with 'em?
Crow cheers.
Tall: Alright. Well, I give 'em one of these.
Tall strikes a pose similar to the pose held by SCP-XXXX instances. The crowd cheers.
Tall: Ok Tallerans. Let's close out the night by showing them haters what we're made of. Everyone dab on three. One, two, three!
Tall and the entire crowd dabs. Approximately 73% of the crowd become instances of SCP-XXXX, and begin murmuring.
Tall: Sorry fam, but that's all the time I have for tonight! I'll catch you all on the flippity flop.
Tall quickly exits the stage. At this point the vocalizations from SCP-XXXX instances has escalated in volume, sounded concerned or panicked. A scream can be heard from an unaffected civilian, which begins a massive stampede.
Instances that fall to the ground generally leave their free arm sticking directly upwards, which is then snapped by oncoming instances. Instances and civilians are pushed over the balcony railings on higher levels of the arena. Some instances are unable to fit through certain entry ways due to their unwieldy post. This results in further breakage of limbs and appendages as the stampede continues.
Video ends, and cuts to the scene that Tall where he is sitting down at his computer, looking directly into the camera.
Tall: Well thanks fam for watching! Don't forget to ring that bell for more Tall tales. You know what I always say: subscribe for now, dab for life!
<End Log>
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Standard Containment Procedures: Due to the commonality and universality of SCP-XXXX, containment efforts are to discourage the use of SCP-XXXX. This is to be done by belittling the use of SCP-XXXX in online platforms, literary magazines and other publications for writing communities. However, writers generally veer away from SCP-XXXX due to its poor reception.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the phrase “It was a dark and stormy night”. When a book is published with SCP-XXXX written as the first sentence, thunder storms will manifest around the author. These storms (hereafter referred to as Kappa Events) will bring anywhere from 5-8cm of rain, and have an abnormally high amount of lightning, generally in close proximity to the author (always within a 2km radius). Kappa Events tend to subside after 4-5 days. Both self-publishing and commercial publishing trigger Kappa Events.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: Grant Helmsworth triggered a Kappa Event after self-publishing “The Cruel Palm Trees”, a murder mystery set in Hawaii. During the event, Helmsworth ventured outside and was struck by lightning. Once he had stabilized in the hospital, Agent Tennison conducted the following interview:
<Begin Log>
Tennison: Hello there.
Helmsworth: Are you from the Tribune?
Tennison: Yes, I heard you had quite a story.
Helmsworth: Boy do I. Being hit by lightning is quite something. Whole near-death experience and all that.
Tennison: Do you recall anything after you were struck?
Helmsworth: I do. It was pretty vivid. I was in a room with white walls and no windows. And there was this guy, really old. Long white beard, white robes. Kind of like, Gandalf you know?
Tennison: Did he do anything?
Helmsworth: Well, in the beginning, he was sitting at a desk writing out something in long form. But then he put down his pen and turned to look at me. I’ll never forget what he said.
Tennison: What did he say?
Helmsworth: Your writing is shit.
<End Log>
First off, 90% of this story is dialogue. That's not a bad thing, but here's the other end of that: The 10% of your story that isn't dialogue? It's completely unnecessary.
For that reason, I feel like this story would have worked much better as nothing but dialogue. It's basically a joke in long-form anyway; why not go all the way? This also makes it a lot shorter — which means you get to the punchline a lot faster.
That's a minor quibble, though. Otherwise, some of the things that brought me to a no-vote include:
Overuse of '…'.
Acidic sardines are pretty hilarious, but 'air shark' was confusing — I expected more elaboration or more comedy. At the very least, I expected reference to be made about how the air shark was 'mistakenly' sent there.
Salt water and acid are probably going to result in some strange effects. I'm not sure what — but salt water is a base (ph 8?), which is corrosive — acid is, well, acidic, which is the opposite of corrosive. This isn't a problem so much as just something I'm pointing out!
What's 'psychological and emotional habilitation'? Should this be 'rehabilitation'?
Panthe's resistance against this idea feels misplaced. How is a site on a beach really all that strange? I feel like Panthe's resistance should just be a mild, curious sort of skepticism — not a feeling that it's 'so… so wrong'.
Finally, the dialogue feels clunky in a lot of spots, and there's a lot of missed opportunities for comedic effect.
Let me give you an example of that last bit:
“And you’ve got a portion of the budget dedicated to ‘leisure’!”
"While I agree it isn’t the most descriptive term, that budget generally gets used for the break room, as well as psychological and emotional habilitation. Like the dogs that we rent on Wednesdays to improve D-Class morale, and stress relief for staff. I believe it's part of your Site-17 budget.”
Here's how I would write this part. I'm not saying do it this way, but I want to give an example of how I think this could be much cleaner/agile/fun:
"And you’ve got a portion of the budget dedicated to ‘leisure’!"
"And? All major sites budget for leisure. This is one of the most psychologically taxing fields in the world — we lose more personnel to depression than from the anomalies themselves. That's the whole reason your site rents those puppies —"
"Wait, wait. We've got puppies?"
"Uh? Yes. Every Wednesday. They help with D-Class morale."
"When did we —"
"Look, can we focus? This will be a regular site — just in a more pleasant climate."
Good luck with the contest!
Charles Panthe looked over the Site-78 proposal one more time. All the paperwork was in order. It had all the right signatures (except for his). Hell, the proposal almost made it sound stupid that the Foundation hadn’t built this thing years ago. But it still felt so… so wrong.
“You’re serious about this?" Panthe asked the man sitting in front of his desk.
“Does Oh-Four’s signature look like a joke?” Dr. Hedler replied.
“No, but… a site on the beach?”
“A Foundation site for aquatic anomalies, specifically those that require large amount of—”
“Of sea water yeah, I read it. Aren’t the Canary Islands a prime tourist trap?”
“Actually, not on all of the islands. Lobos is largely uninhabited, and we have good relations with Spain so we will have little trouble building it.”
“And you’ve got a portion of the budget dedicated to ‘leisure’!”
“While I agree it isn’t the most descriptive term, that budget generally gets used for the break room, as well as psychological and emotional habilitation. Like the dogs that we rent on Wednesdays to improve D-Class morale, and stress relief for staff. I believe it's part of your Site-17 budget.”
“Um… why yes I suppose it is…” Pathe hadn’t actually read the full budget for his site in ages. He just checked that the R&D, security, and emergency funds were reasonable, and then signed. Kind of assumed the accountants had worked everything else out. He had also forgotten about the dogs. He quickly added the event to his calendar.
“But this will be a regular site like any other. Just in a more pleasant climate than most.”
“Ok… I mean Oh-Four already signed off. This is really just a formality at this point.”
And Charles Panthe signed off on the document.
597 Days Later
“But shouldn’t that have been accounted for in the construction of the habitat?”
“We thought we had, but it turns out SCP-4591’s corrosive properties were stronger than we anticipated. It might’ve been aided by the salt in the water as well.”
“That doesn’t excuse the fact that currently, there are at least a hundred acid sardines swimming around the Mediterranean, and we have no clue where they are. Not to mention the air shark that got relocated there, and like fourteen other anomalies that those concrete walls were holding in.”
“Actually, the sardines have probably reached the Atlantic by now.”
“You’re not helping your case.”
“Right, right.” It hadn’t even been two years, and Site-78 opened, and the funding was already being pulled. Everything had been running smoothly, until a group of anomalous sardines destroyed the reinforced concrete walls used throughout Site-78. The holes had formed in their chamber a month into containment, before testing was complete.
“And now you’re asking for extra budget not just for repairs, but also for underwater robots to survey the site for destruction?”
“Well we considered giving personnel diving training and equipment, but realized that aquatic drones would be more cost eff—“
“Just stop it, Hedler. You’re a smart guy, you gave this a real shot. But it’s time to face the facts. Your containment beach had a containment breach. I’m not signing for additional budget when we can just build oversized fish tanks like we always have.”
"I, um… ok. I understand. Thank you for your time." Dr. Hedler picked up his new proposal and started toward the door.
Panthe stood up and shouted after him, "Hey, it's Wednesday! The dogs should still be outside."
NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
This document contains outdated information regarding SCP-XXXX, and is currently under review for deletion. Until then we apologize for the inconvenience.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Special Containment Procedures: Given the unpredictable nature of SCP-XXXX, containment procedures are focused on a disinformation campaign to prevent the public from understanding that manifestations of SCP-XXXX are, in fact, anomalous.
A Foundation agent is to be dispatched to any reported manifestation of SCP-XXXX to disseminate a reasonable cover story to explain the anomaly. The exact cover story may vary on a case-by-case basis, but “Broken Water Pipe” is most commonly used.
The manifestation is then to be quarantined until a senior researched deems it appropriate refill and seal the SCP-XXXX manifestation.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to sinkholes that manifest in parts of central and southern United states that have desert-like climates. Due to the dry climate, it has been deemed highly unlikely that these are formed naturally via natural processes, and there is no evidence that the sinkholes were caused by the collapse of man-made structures.
Manifestations of SCP-XXXX range in size from 5m to 25m in diameter, and 5m to 20m deep. While the majority appear to manifest in uninhabited areas, SCP-XXXX occurrences have caused damage in suburban and rural communities. Below is a partial list of notable manifestations:
| Date | Location | Diameter, Depth | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5/16/1997 | Fredrick, CO | 25m, 20m | Manifestation appeared under OutGrow Labs, killing all 26 of their employees. This is the first known manifestation of SCP-XXXX. |
| 8/19/1997 | Longmont, CO | 10m, 15m | Manifestation appeared under the farm house of James Windahl. While there were no human casualties, Windahl lost two horses and 23 chickens. |
| 3/18/1998 | Kanorado, KS | 15m, 15m | Manifestation appeared under Highway 70. This resulted in a traffic accident that killed two civillians and injured fourteen. |
Inside all SCP-XXXX manifestations, The Foundation has found cavities between 10cm and 30cm in diameter. These cavities are generally found halfway up the wall of the manifestation. It is currently unknown how far these cavities extend. Rodent viscera has been found inside each of manifestation as well.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-A: On 5/17/1995, a small drone was sent to explore one of the cavities found in a manifestation of SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
00:00:00 – Camera turns on. Drone is inside of the cavity, which extends approximately 30m before it turns. Drone moves forward.
00:07:37 – Drone turns left to follow the cavity. It appears to branch off in three places before making another turn. Drone moves forward to first branch.
00:09:02 – Drone reaches first branch, and rotates the camera to examine the new opening. The cavity opens up into a small area filled with various roots and nuts. Drone continues to next branch.
00:011:17 – Drone reaches second branch, and rotates camera again. This branch, like the previous one, opens up into a small area, but instead of containing roots and nuts, there are two small rodents which appear to be asleep.
00:016:42 – Drone reaches third branch. The room it opens to is empty. Drone continues to follow cavity.
00:21:26 – After 25m more travel, the drone encounters another rodent, this time awake. The rodent looks at the drone, attempts to bite the drone, and then squeals.
<Connection Lost>
Special Containment Procedures: Currently, 162 SCP-XXXX instances are kept in standard, small animal containment cells. Under no circumstances should an SCP-XXXX instance be allowed to burrow underground.
MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) have been assigned to retrieve all instances of SCP-XXXX. Their search shall focus on areas around sinkholes found in dry climates. SCP-XXXX instances are to be extracted by locating their burrows, and filling them with sleeping gas. Once the SCP-XXXX instances have been sedated, extraction may occur.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to an anomalous species of Cynomys (also known as prairie dogs). These prairie dogs are identical to non-anomalous species, except they have the ability to explode if they feel threatened. It is currently unknown how SCP-XXXX instances generate the energy necessary for these explosions. SCP-XXXX instances only appear to utilize this ability when underground, and are sufficiently far away from their burrow. This mechanism acts as a defense to stop predators from reaching the instance’s young.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX must be kept in a standard issue anomalous object locker. On the 31st of December, SCP-XXXX must be inspected for SCP-XXXX-μ Events by personnel with Level 4 clearance.
Before an SCP-XXXX-μ Event (occurring at 00:00), the Foundation must perform the following (Version 4):
- 24:00 —Liquified food must be distributed to all persons in the area of effect. This food is to be saved and eaten during the event.
- 15:00 — All construction sites in the area of effect must be closed for the duration of the event.
- 06:00 — All hospitals in the area of effect must be closed for the duration of the event.
- 02:00 — All firemen, paramedics, and law enforcement officers within the area of effect are to be physically restrained.
- 01:00 — All Foundation personnel are to evacuate the area of effect. If this proves impractical, they are to remain as far away from Foundation Sites as possible.
- 00:05 — If a Foundation Site is within the area of effect, all information regarding anomalies contained at that site are to be given to local Chaos Insurgency Agents.
- 00:00 - 23:59 — All broadcasts within the area of effect are to be intercepted by the Foundation.
- -24:00 — Any site within the area of effect will be raided by MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand").
After any SCP-XXXX-μ Event, these procedures are to be revised to better maintain normalcy immediately after future SCP-XXXX-μ Events.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a photo calendar. The pictures above each schedule display a location, ranging in subject from residential buildings to ███████. The coloring of these pictures is inverted. On the 31st of December, the contents of the calendar change to be consistent with the current Gregorian year. The pictures above each month also change during these updates, and different dates are marked for SCP-XXXX-μ.
SCP-XXXX-μ Events occur on days marked in SCP-XXXX, at the location shown in the corresponding calendar picture. It is currently unknown exactly what transpires during these events, as all persons who experience them are unable to remember what occurred. Affected persons claim that when they attempt to remember what occurred during an SCP-XXXX-μ Event, they forget instead. Any attempt at recording an event has resulted in the creation of a fictional narrative entirely unrelated to the event.
It is currently unknown if SCP-XXXX-μ Events are caused by SCP-XXXX, or SCP-XXXX is capable of predicting these events. Attempts to remove the mark, which is the words "Opposite Day", from SCP-XXXX-μ Event dates have failed.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-A: Below is a log of the results of known SCP-XXXX-μ Events.
| Date | Location | Results of Event |
|---|---|---|
| ██/██/██09 | ████ Portland Avenue, Ontario, Canada | ████ Richards (the sole occupant of the house) was found to have choked to death on a pastry. Another pastry was found in a cup nearby. This is the only uncontained SCP-XXXX-μ event. |
| ██/██/██09 | Towin, Colorado, United States | The 40% of the town had burnt down, killing __ civilians. █████ dollars of goods had been stolen. |
| ██/██/██10 | Eldebar, Biscay, Spain | Containment Successful. No notable deviation from baseline after event. |
| ██/██/██11 | Kansas City, Missouri, United States | The ██████████ Building was found demolished. ██ civilians were found injured, and ██ dead. News stories airing on KCTV518 broadcasting from Kansas City were entirely fictional, examples being a giant lizard attacking St. Louis, the resurrection of Osama Bin Laden, and praise for Jerry Sandusky’s work with the University of Pennsylvania’s football team’s offense. |
| ██/██/██13 | Site-06-3, France | Containment breach (See Incident Report SCP-XXXX-1) |
| ██/██/██14 | Sydney, Australia | A Marshall, Carter and Dark repository's records indicate that ██ anomalous objects were given away for no return payment. The Foundation managed to contain 60% of these objects. |
Incident Report SCP-XXXX-1: Due to the dangerous conditions posed by an SCP-XXXX-μ event at a Foundation site, MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”) was sent to secure a perimeter a safe distance away from Site-06-3. Below is Alpha-1’s report and timeline of the event. Unfortunately, the evacuation of personnel from Site-06-3 was not completed before the onset of the event.
02:00 – Perimeter established, and preparation detailed in the containment procedures for SCP-XXXX (Version 3) have been completed.
00:00 – Event begins.
-02:06 – Security Breach alarms are tripped.
-06:17 – A car driven by Dr. ████ attempted to penetrate the perimeter. Wheels were shot, and attempt was successfully halted. SCP-████ and SCP-████ were recontained. Dr. ████ was screaming “Fly free my wonders!” when she was captured.
-07:48 – A transmission was received from within the area of effect requesting assistance with recontainment. The source of the message was later confirmed to originate from Chaos Insurgency agents. No assistance was given.
-12:33 – SCP-2662 attempted to penetrate the perimeter on its own. Upon being sighted, SCP-2662 said “You won’t get between me and my blood fuckers.” It killed two agents with ███████████ before it was tranquilized and detained. Last words recorded from SCP-2662 was “Let them… take me”.
-19:12 – A second transmission was received from Chaos Insurgency agents, requesting credentials to access foodstuffs, claiming they were needed to fulfill containment procedures. After approval from the Site Director, agents were only allowed access to consumable liquids.
-24:00 – MTF Alpha-1 began raid of Site-06-3, and recontainent of unaccounted for anomalies.
-28:41 – MTF Alpha-1 arrives at Site-06-3. ██ Chaos Insurgency agents are apprehended. 90% of Keter anomalies, 72% of Euclid anomalies, and 49% of Safe anomalies were found to be still contained. Electronic logs indicate that these anomalies were recontained soon after the initial breach, before any record of the Chaos Insurgency’s arrival19.
-31:03 – Recontainment completed.
Abandoned Skips
These are my works that I'm proud of, but don't really work on the site. So I'll just put them here. Hopefully I'll get back to them some day.
Loading screen for SCP-XXXX
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Webcrawler Upsilon-5 (“DLC”) will monitor Steam, Microsoft Store, Apple App Store, and any other digital distribution platforms for SCP-XXXX. Any manifestations of SCP-XXXX are to be removed immediately. Physical video game stores must also be monitored for instances of SCP-XXXX, and manifestations are to be treated in an analogous manner.
Civilians who have acquired copies of SCP-XXXX must be detained, and all evidence of SCP-XXXX confiscated. If they are playing SCP-XXXX upon discovery, they are to be commanded to continue playing SCP-XXXX, as Foundation personnel move the player and their console to a nearby Foundation Site.
MTF Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) is to regularly play SCP-XXXX, find all civilians playing SCP-XXXX, and evacuate them. If possible, Lambda-5 should collect personal information of all civilians evacuated to facilitate amnestic administration operations.
If a civilian is safely retrieved from SCP-XXXX, they should be amnestized and returned to society. If not, then their next of kin should be informed of their death using a suitable cover story.
Further attempts by MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") to interact with SCP-XXXX's servers are to be suspended indefinitely. Outside attempts to connect to SCP-XXXX's main servers are to be monitored, and stopped when possible.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the massively multiplayer online role-playing game “Open Horizon”, produced by Something About Online Games. First reports of SCP-XXXX manifesting in physical and online video game stores date back to 8/10/2017. Physical discs of the game work on most modern systems20.
When an individual plays SCP-XXXX, they lapse into a hallucinatory state where their senses are overridden with the sensory input from their in-game character21. Only extreme sensory inputs (such as pain and loud noises) from outside the game will be perceived during this state. Additionally, the in-game character will echo anything said by the player.
Players can still move their own bodies, but generally are disoriented, as movement in the real world does not translate to their character (which is still controlled via the game controller). There is no tutorial for the game, as the controls adapt to what the user believes to be the most intuitive way to control their character.
Players' senses remain altered until they exit the game. The game can only be exited when a player is at a “Save Point”, which are located throughout the game. Attempts to exit the game in other locations result in an error. Attempts to turn off consoles playing SCP-XXXX have failed. Removing the power source from the console does not stop gameplay either.
The following is known about gameplay within SCP-XXXX:
- Upon starting the game, players all spawn at the same location, which is a town usually inhabited by 500-1000 players at any given time.
- Players spawn with arbitrary starting equipment.
- SCP-XXXX has the following options of note in its settings menu:
- Pain - Set to "None" by the vast majority of interviewed players.
- Resolution - Set to "Human Eye". The game prevents players from selecting any of the other options.
- Outside of the original spawn location, the only large player population resides in a city called Smendal.
All attempts to locate an employee of Something About Online Games have failed. IP tracking indicates that the servers are located on a small island in Indonesia, however searches of the location have been fruitless. SCP-XXXX's servers cannot be accessed due to an ectoencrypted firewall.
Attempts to use AICs to interact with SCP-XXXX have failed. These attempts result in the message: “Reality Interaction Error: No CNS Detected".
Incident SCP-XXXX-A: On 09/14/2017, ███ players under Foundation care expired whilst playing SCP-XXXX. These individuals suffered from cerebral death, so the heart and other criticals systems continued operation due signals sent from the brainstem. Six hours after the beginning of the incident, a D-Class was secured, and the environment for an experiment was set up.
D-5540 starts SCP-XXXX and goes slack as the effects begin. The game begins as it did in previous experiments, except at the end, the screen fades to show a first-person view of a destroyed fantasy city. The ground and buildings are scorched. Portions of the buildings appear in significantly lower resolution than the rest of the game.
D-5540 looks down at himself. He is wearing a leather chest plate, an undershirt, and leather pants. A sword is sheathed in a rope belt around his waist. A blue tab labeled “MENU” is seen at the top of the screen.
D-5540: Hello? [pause] Anyone here?
D-5540 receives no response. He moves into a burnt, but still intact building22. The inside contains a number of broken wooden tables and chairs. The remains of what was presumably a bar are surrounded by shards of broken mugs. A body lays limp and face down on the bar, its leg and upper shoulder appear pixelated. D-5540 moves toward the body.
D-5540: Hey, man. You ok?
D-5540 rolls the body over. Its face is heavily distorted and appears to freeze that portion of the screen. D-5540 jumps back.
D-5540: Aw fuck. God damn it.
D-5540 reaches up, and pulls on the "MENU" tab. A blue board from offscreen titled “MENU” appears, the same as in previous experiments. D-5540 taps a button that says “exit”. A message appears in front of the board reading “Reality Lock Failed: Please find Save Point to exit.”
D-5540: Of course. Of fucking course.
D-5540 places the blue board above him off screen and turns around. Behind him stands a tall, dark, humanoid that is pixelated in the same manner as the body and the building. The only portion of the figure that is in discernible resolution is its “head”, which is tilted at a 90-degree angle. Its features resemble those of a human face, but with a fixed, abnormally wide grin, and a pronounced chin. Its eyes do not move from looking up and to the right. D-5540 screams before the figure attacks him. The feed cuts to black screen flashing the message "Reconnecting… host not found. Trying again. Please do not power off or unplug your device."
Autopsy did elucidate the cause of D-5540's cessation of cerebral function. By the end of the autopsy all of D-5540's organs had become inert.
The cause of SCP-XXXX-1 and the resulting change in behavior of SCP-XXXX is unknown.
MTF Lambda-5 Exploration: One day after incident SCP-XXXX-A, MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") was briefed on SCP-XXXX, and entered the game. Below is the record of their exploration.
Team: Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”)
Leader: Tanya Hart
Members: Tyler Dubois, Adrian Niles, Juan Tierez, Amy Feldspire
Purpose: Lambda-5 shall play SCP-XXXX in an effort to rescue civilians trapped by SCP-XXXX. The goal is to first locate a Save Point, and then guide as many civilians as possible to the Save Point for evacuation from SCP-XXXX.
Pre-mission comments: Remember, this is still a game, and there are still civilians in there that we do not want privy to the Foundation's existence about us. You’re going in, and you’ll be pretending to be gamers. But just because you've been briefed on slang doesn't mean you need to start saying “lol” out loud. Just remain as casual as possible. There's no guarantee we can amnesticize everyone in a short period of time. We’re already worried we won’t be able to contain knowledge of SCP-XXXX in the first place. Let’s not cause a full on Broken Masquerade. – Dr. Teller
Set Up: Each Lambda-5 member plays using an Xbox Kinect, so they have direct control over their bodies in-game. Users are also stationed on multidirectional treadmills that adjust their speed to match that of the MTF member. This way members will not leave the view of the Kinect when moving.
Members of Lambda-5 start SCP-XXXX at the same time and appear in the same city observed during Experiment SCP-XXXX-1. They are dressed in outfits expected of a fantasy setting and bear the following equipment:
- Hart - Broad sword.
- Dubois - Bastard sword.
- Niles - Battle axe.
- Tierez - Long bow and quiver full of arrows.
- Feldspire - Wooden staff.
A small, red bar hovers above the head of each Lambda-5 member.
Tierez: I was never a big fan of roleplaying.
Hart: Alright, first order of business. You all feel comfortable with your equipment? Because if not we should look for something more useful.
All members nod.
Tierez: I did archery back in college. It might take me a while to get right, but I should be fine.
Dubois: You know? I always wanted to join a LARP club. They had one of those back in my high school.
Hart: Dubois, now’s not the time for nostalgia.
Dubois: Right, right.
Hart: Well, this place is looks deserted. We'll set out for the other major civilian population.
Lambda-5 leaves the city, moving north23, toward the only other discovered population center in SCP-XXXX, a city called Smendal. Lambda-5 arrives at Smendal without incident after an hour of travel. The entrance to Smendal is barricaded. The barricade consists of chairs, tables, barrels, and repurposed fruit stands.
Hart: Hello?
A young woman appears from behind the barricade (P-2).
P-2: Hello!
Hart: Can you let us in?
P-2: Um… gimme a sec. [shouts behind her] Yo FiendFace! Check some user names for me, will ya?
Dubois: Do we need to check in or something?
P-2: Like, kinda? We don’t know if dopplegangers exist in the game, so we need to make sure that everyone we let in is actually a person. When did you all log in?
Hart: About four and a half hours ago.
P-2: Ok, and your names?
Hart: Yuki Seru.
Dubois: Edward Swordsworth.
Niles: Something Clever.
Tierez: Otirik, but with ones and zeros instead of the “I”s and “O”s.
Feldspire: Titter Nine Titter Six.
P-2: Like, with numbers? Or spelled out “nine” and “six”?
Feldspire: With numbers.
P-2: [shouts behind her] Did you get that?
P-3: Yeah! That checks out.
P-2: Ok. Help me with this then.
P-2 disappears behind the barricade. After a minute P-2 and a young boy (P-3) remove a barrel on the outside of the barricade. P-3 is carrying a small leather bound book labeled “LOGS Vol. LXI”.
P-2: Come in, before goblins or something show up.
Lambda-5 enters Smendal. The streets are deserted. P-2 and P-3 patch the barricade.
Tierez: What’s that book?
P-3: Oh, this? It’s just a bunch of game logs. Has things like when people log in, when people leave. It’d probably have info on kicks and bans if we had mods.
Tierez: Can you show the rest to me?
P-3: Sure.
Tierez motions to Feldspire, and they both leave to follow P-3. Materials recorded by Tierez and Feldspire can be found in Addendum SCP-XXXX-B and the video can be found on file day1Separate.mp4, but will be elided here for brevity.
Hart: Where is everyone?
P-2: Most are at the bar. Disappointing, but makes sense. People claim that the alcohol here really works. I don’t buy it. I think they just use it as an excuse to act drunk and have sex with each other as if they’re about to die tomorrow. Completely overreacting if you ask me. We just need to wait for tech to finish the patch.
Hart: Ok. Thanks for letting us in.
P-2: No prob. Another player is another friend to help fend off foes… God that sounded stupid. I’m, sorry, I’m tired.
Dubois: We’ll let you get back to guard duty. Thanks again.
Hart, Dubois, and Niles walk into a building labeled “Hope In A Cup”. While the inside is packed, the establishment is fairly quiet, with most people speaking in hushed voices. Thumping and moaning noises come from the next floor up. Dubois sits next to a player (P-4).
Dubois: Evening.
P-4: Fuck off.
Dubois: Umm… Bad day?
P-4: Bad two days. But close.
Dubois: What happened?
P-4 turns to Dubois, looking surprised.
P-4: How green are you?
Dubois: Excuse me?
P-4: Like, when did you last log on?
Dubois: A few hours ago.
P-4: Ah, that explains it. What’s your name?
Dubois: Edward Swordsworth. Yours?
P-4: My name is Captain Kirby. Actually, don’t call me that. It’s a dumb name. Just call me Alex.
Dubois: Alright, Alex. So… what did happen?
P-4: Well, about two days ago, the save points disappeared. Which is like, scary as fuck because now I can’t log out, you know?
Dubois: All of them?
P-4: I don’t know about all of them, but the ones in the cities definitely did. I don’t know of any others, and neither does anyone I’ve talked to. But that’s not the fucking least of it.
Dubois: Go on.
P-4: So, you know how the cities, like Smendal and that place where you spawn have, like, safe zones right? Well, some monsters managed to glitch through the safe zone. Creepy fuckers too. Looked like someone had done plastic surgery to become a shitty meme, and then couldn’t afford to use the HD rendering. And whenever they killed someone, they didn’t respawn. I don’t know what’s happened to the dead players. There’s a debate going on whether you die, or if you log out. As you can tell, I’m too scared to figure out which way it goes. Ah… fuck I wanna go home. I’m tired of this immersive shit. Someone obviously broke something, and just… ah fuck.
P-4 begins to cry.
P-4: I hate horror games…
Dubois: Don’t worry about it. I bet you someone is working to fix this as we speak.
P-4: I hope so man. I hope fuckin so.
Hart: Dub– I mean Swordsworth, we should get going. It’ll be dark out soon.
Dubois: Right right. Well, Alex, I… I’ll maybe see you around.
Hart, Dubois and Niles leave the establishment, while P-4 still cries. They meet with Tierez and Feldspire after they recovered information from the logs, which were found in Smendal’s library. Lambda-5 then found an empty set of rooms to sleep in.
P-3, Tierez and Feldspire arrive at the library. They are greeted by an old man, who is the first person they have encountered who does not have a health bar hovering above his head. P-3 points to the old man.
P-3: Non-Player-Character. You guys can ignore him.
NPC: Oh, I see you have returned! Here to delve into our history once again?
Feldspire: Tierez, you can go in and get the logs. I’ll entertain this guy.
Tierez: You sure?
Feldspire: Yeah. He seems… interesting I guess.
Tierez: Suit yourself.
Tierez and P-3 enter the library.
Feldspire: And what’s your name?
NPC: Me? I am Galgamor. And you my lady?
Feldspire: No one important.
NPC: Ah, but that is simply a falsehood. No one with the mark of the warrior is unimportant.
NPC motions to the bar floating above Tierez’s head.
Feldspire: Mark of the warrior?
NPC: You are at a place of books. Would you like me to tell you a short story?
Feldspire: Go ahead.
NPC: Not all too long ago, our land was overrun by monsters. Great beasts terrorized the lands. We had to group together to stay alive, but even then we still lived on the run. Until Jeremy came.
Feldspire: Jeremy?
NPC: Our lord and savior, the Arch Wizard Jeremy— although he often refused to be called by his full title. He was a humble one. And a generous wizard. He built us these towns, from nothing! Then he procured for us an army to fight the evil that plagued this world.
Feldspire: Where is this army?
NPC: Why, its you! And all of your kinsmen. He summoned you, and you came!
Feldspire: I see… and where is Jeremy?
NPC: I know not. He disappeared shortly after your arrival.
Tierez exits the library holding the game logs.
Tierez: I got what we needed. Let’s go.
Feldspire: Right [to NPC]. Thanks for your time.
NPC: Thank you for your service.
After gathering provisions, Lambda-5 leaves Smendal at approximately 0700 hours, moving West. After three hours of travel, they see smoke rise from the South. Lambda-5 decides to investigate. They arrive at a small cottage 30 minutes later, whose chimney is the source of the smoke. Hart kicks down the cottage door. Inside is a single bed, a table with three chairs, and a fire place. A young man (KAMH-1) sits up on the bed, while a girl (KAMH-2) stands from her chair. The KAMH-2 reaches for her bow, but stops when she notices that Tierez has aimed an arrow toward her.
KAMH-1: Woah woah woah. What’re you doing?
Hart: They’re civilians. Stand down.
KAMH-2: Stand down? You understand this isn't Call of Duty right?
Hart: We’re here to evacuate you. If you follow us we can guarantee your safety until we find the closest save point.
KAMH-2: Balls, Balls, Get a load of this. They think we need help!
KAMH-1: Arila, these guys don’t look like the average try-hard to me.
KAMH-2: What do you mean? We could totally take them. Reminds me of some dudes brought up on the IRC…
Dubois: Can we start this over? I feel like we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.
Dubois enters the cottage, sword sheathed.
Dubois: I’m Edward Swordsworth. My buddies and I are part of a little group called the White Rabbits. Sorry about the intrusion earlier, we were just having some fun.
Dubois offers his hand to KAMH-2. She shakes it.
KAMH-2: Arila of /r/breadstapledtotrees. Or Arila for short. The number two—
KAMH-1: Three.
KAMH-2: Oh c’mon. Niner isn’t even here.
KAMH-1: He will be when we find him. You’re three.
KAMH-2: Fine. Number three member of The Knights Against Magical Herbs. [Points to KAMH-1] and he’s BallsDeep69.
KAMH-1: Actually, can you just call me Balls? The whole name just sounds cringey now.
Hart: How long have you been trapped in here?
KAMH-1: Only a few days.
Dubois: Well, we’re in the same boat then. Looking for a way out of this damn mess. You want to join us?
KAMH-1 exchanges a glance with KAMH-2, who shrugs.
KAMH-1: Have you run into any of the corrupted?
Dubois: Corrupted?
KAMH-1: You know, the creepy guys with the trollfaces and the glitched out bodies that look like their sprites got corrupted?
KAMH-2: I told you it wouldn’t catch on!
KAMH-1: That’s because we haven’t run into many people!
Hart: No, we haven’t seen any of them.
KAMH-1: Ok, then we better come with you.
KAMH-1 and KAMH-2 leave the cottage with Dubois.
KAMH-2: Where are you going anyways?
Hart: We’re searching for a “Save Point”. Do you have any leads?
KAMH-2: You check the cities?
Niles: Those are gone.
KAMH-1: Hmm… I remember using one in the mountains.
KAMH-2: Really? Wait, when was this?
KAMH-1: You weren’t online. It was like last Tuesday or something.
KAMH-2: You never told me about this. Up to no good with Niner? Don’t tell me you were trying to hack together a prank without me.
KAMH-1: Arila, you’re sounding like my mom.
KAMH-2: Eww. Gross. Fine I’ll stop.
Hart: In the mountains you said?
KAMH-1: Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll just show you.
KAMH-1 leads Lambda-5 toward the mountains, roughly northwest.
Feldspire: [To KAMH-2] So, you said you were looking for someone?
KAMH-2: Yeah. Niner. He’s like, the leader of our little trio? I dunno. He’s some big shot in a chat group Balls uses. He's super nice though. We've been playing games with him for like, years. Got us both free copies of this one, but don't ask me how. He's like some sorta super gamer hacker dude.
Feldspire: Super gamer hacker dude?
KAMH-2: Yeah yeah. Like, this one time, we were playing some LoL. And, like, half way through a game, he somehow got all the champions to look like fucking sesame street characters! I got the shit beat out of me by Big Bird, but it was hilarious.
Feldspire: Sounds like a like a fun guy.
KAMH-2: You bet he was.
KAMH-2 continues to talk to Feldspire about the “Knights Against Magical Herbs”. The conversation is elided for brevity. Lambda-5 passes by five different destroyed settlements/towns with afflictions similar to those found in the original spawn location. At approximately 1700 hours, KAMH-1 stops the group. The mountains are estimated to be an hour's walk away.
KAMH-1: Ok, we should probably stop here.
Hart: Why?
KAMH-1: Well, uh… we probably shouldn’t be in the mountains when it gets dark out. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we haven’t found a single mob all day.
Hart: Yes, that’s true.
KAMH-1: The spawn system seems to have gotten all kinds of fucked up ever since a few days ago. Monsters only spawn at night now. And they’re almost always corrupted. We don’t want to be in the mountains fighting those guys, since the terrain is foreign and I’m like 95% sure they get a stat boost or something.
Hart: Alright. We’ll make a camp here then. Not that there’s much to do, but if we don’t want to be caught up in a shit storm inside the mountains, we should also make sure we aren’t nearby them. Tierez and I will take first watch. Dubois and Niles will take second watch. Feldspire and I can take third watch.
Night falls thirty minutes later. Feldspire does not sleep with everyone else, and instead stays awake.
Tierez: Something wrong Feldspire?
Feldspire: [whispers] Are you guys sure that Balls and Arila are asleep?
Hart and Tierez nod.
Feldspire: Ok… I’m not so sure about these guys.
Hart: How so?
Feldspire: They're just so young, and don't seem to be taking this seriously. I’m unconvinced they aren't just screwing with us.
Hart: I understand that, but there’s much we can do about it.
Tierez: Are you sure? They could screw up our entire operation.
Hart: So far, they're the only ones who seem to know where the last Save Point is.
Tierez: But what if they’re dangerous? Or try to pull some funny business?
Feldspire: Hey. Guys. Top of the hill at our nine.
Feldspire points to a group of tall, dark humanoid figures. A red bar hovers above each figure. Parts of the figures appear to be pixilated. They begin to move toward Lambda-5 without the use of their limbs. The face of each figure is contorted into an abnormally wide smile.
Hart: [Shouts] Everyone up!
Niles: What is it?
Hart: [Points to figures] We got tangos.
KAMH-2: Wow, you guys really get into this.
Tierez fires an arrow, which misses. Rest of Lambda-5 holds position in wait for the figures.
KAMH-1: Ok, Arila, you get the two on the right, I’ll get the rest.
KAMH-2: What? No! I get the the two on the right, and the three in the middle. You get the one on the left.
KAMH-1: Bet I’ll still beat you to ‘em.
KAMH-2: Loser buys the winner ice cream IRL?
KAMH-1: Deal.
KAMH-2 shoots an arrow into the head of a figure. The bar above it disappears and the figure explodes into a shower of multi-colored flakes. KAMH-1 charges directly at the figures with his sword.
Hart: Well, let’s give them backup.
Lambda-5 charges behind KAMH-1. Hand-to-hand fighting ensues. While attacks on the entity appear to connect, they do not have any visible effect. KAMH-1 attacks the heads of the figures and their health bars decrease. When the bar disappears, the figure explodes as described previously.
After three figures were terminated, one grabbed hold of Feldspire’s arm. Snapping noises could be heard, which correlated to the spontaneous compound fracture of Feldspire’s real life ulna and radius. On the video feeds, the gripped portion of the arm appears pixelated and inversely colored. When this portion moves, visual artifacts are left behind.
Feldspire: Fuck!
KAMH-2 fires an arrow into the chest of the figure, followed by a second arrow to its head. The figure explodes.
KAMH-2: Hey! Balls! You see that!
KAMH-1: Talk to me when you’re at two kills!
Feldspire moves away from the figures, holding her now pixelated and miscolored forearm. The fight continued for approximately ten more minutes. Due to the slow movements of the figures, further damage was avoided. The final figure is terminated by KAMH-1.
KAMH-1: It always bothers me how these guys have the same death animation as the players.
KAMH-1 and KAMH-2 gesture in the air in front of them, and their movements return to normal.
KAMH-1: And that’s three.
KAMH-2: Wait. I got three.
KAMH-1: Well… shit. That’s a tie?
KAMH-2: Fine. Tie.
Feldspire: Hey! Either of you jackasses got a splint?
Niles: I got you covered.
Feldspire: Thanks Niles.
KAMH-2 walks over to Tierez.
KAMH-2: Hey, hey. What are you guys using for controllers?
Tierez: Excuse me?
KAMH-2: Well, I’ve just never seen someone in this game fight so… so smoothly before. So like, what do you all use? Is it like some cool haptic set up? I’ve always wanted to try those gloves.
Tierez: I’m… I’m sorry. I’m not entirely sure what you’re talking about. And I don’t quite understand how you’re so nonchalant while my friend has a broken arm.
KAMH-2: Oh, don’t be so serious. It’s just a game bro.
Tierez: But— Ah, yeah. You’re right. Just got caught up in the moment.
KAMH-2: So, what kind of controllers do you use?
Tierez: Our bodies, like with a Kinect.
KAMH-1 overhears Tierez and approaches.
KAMH-1: Wait, what? You fight like that?
Tierez: Yeah…
KAMH-1 pulls KAMH-2 away from Tierez and unsheathes his sword. Tierez arms himself as well.
KAMH-2: Balls, what are you—
KAMH-1: I knew there was something up with these guys. The way they talk, the way they look. The fact that a bunch of thirty year olds playing this game are normies. Hell, they look like they work out. And now they actually can fight? Like, without using a controller? I don’t know who they are, but they ain’t normal.
Tierez: Cap, we got a problem!
Hart, and Niles draw their weapons. Dubois walks toward KAMH-1 and KAMH-2. KAMH-1 is visibly shaking.
KAMH-1: Are you the guys who took Kektagon? Fuck.
KAMH-2: What are you talking about?
KAMH-1: I heard about these guys on the IRC. Or maybe they’re another set of guys. I don’t know. They’ve taken away a lot of my friend’s stuff. And they kidnapped Kektagon. Or maybe I’m thinking of other people.
KAMH-2: Balls, Balls. Calm the fuck down. It’s a goddamn video game.
KAMH-1: [shouts] And what if it’s not?
Dubois: Hey, hey Balls? Can you put the sword down? I know you might think we’re suspicious, and various contracts and things keep me from verifying anything you’ve said, but I don’t think you want to fight us in a two-vs-four.
KAMH-1: But… but…
Dubois: Besides, we all want the same thing. We all want out of this game, right?
KAMH-1 nods.
KAMH-2: I don’t know what your problem is right now, but dude. You’re almost crying. In a video game. Stop it.
KAMH-1 puts his sword away.
Dubois: Alright. It’s late. We’re all pretty tired. You two get some rest. It’s my turn to keep watch, so don’t worry about those Corrupted. I’ll wake you in the morning. Ok Balls?
KAMH-1: O-o-ok.
KAMH-1 and KAMH-2 return to where they were sleeping before. Niles, Tierez and Feldspire lay down and begin to sleep. Dubois takes a seat, and is joined by Hart.
Dubois: Little shits scared the crap out of me.
Hart: I never knew you were that good with kids.
Dubois: Eh, nothing special really. Got kids at home.
Hart: You did good regardless. Now go to sleep. It’s actually my watch.
Dubois: Yes Ma’am.
No further incident occurs during the night.
Lambda-5, KAMH-1 and KAMH-2 awake at sunrise. After apologizing for his actions, KAMH-1 leads the group for an hour until they reach the mouth of a cave into the side of a mountain.
KAMH-1: Ok, so the save point is in here.
Dubois: [to Hart] Big spooky cave. Now that sounds more like our job description.
KAMH-1: So… um… I’d suggest you guys be on the ready and stuff. I don’t really know what we’re going to see in here. Also, someone take this.
KAMH-1 hands Dubois a small stone.
Dubois: What is this?
KAMH-1: Magical rock that gives off light. You know, convenient video game item.
KAMH-1 gives Hart and Tierez rocks. The group then arms themselves, and enter the cave. After the natural light has faded, the rocks begin to glow a soft yellow.
Niles: Hey, can someone bring the light over here?
Tierez: Coming.
Tierez illuminates the wall. The words “IDDQD” are written in pixilated and discolored portions of rock. Affected areas exhibit the same properties as Feldspire’s arm.
KAMH-2: Yo. Balls. [waves her hand in front of KAMH-1] What’s up?
KAMH-1: Oh, nothing. Just reminded me of Niner. Big doom fan. Let’s keep going.
The group continues down the cave. They find a number of written messages including “UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A START” and “MAKE IT STOP”.
Dubois: Hey, you guys hear that moaning sound?
Tierez: Yeah… it’s coming from—
KAMH-1: Niner?
KAMH-1 runs down the cave.
Hart: Keep on him!
KAMH-2: Balls! Don’t you ditch me!
Lambda-5 and KAMH-2 run after KAMH-1. The moaning increases in volume as they continue into the cave. More messages are seen on the wall, but could not be read due to the visual artifacts they produce. KAMH-1 stops at the entrance to a large cavern. At this point, the video becomes too degraded to be of use.
Hart: Balls! Stop! We need you to show us to the—
KAMH-1: Niner?
KAMH-2: Shit. Yeah that’s Niner.
Tierez: Careful.
Dubois: I think we’re fine. Those Corrupted aren’t moving.
Tierez: But they’re looking right at us.
Hart: You think they’d stay still if they had the option?
Moaning.
KAMH-1: Well, one of you help him!
Tierez: Do we look like we know how?
KAMH-1: But… but…
Tierez: We’re not miracle workers.
KAMH-2: Niner, what did you do?
Distorted gargling noises.
KAMH-1: What is it?
Distorted Voice: Funny prank… [Gargling noises] huh?
KAMH-1: We’ll… we’ll get you out of here and we’ll—
Something makes a wet noise and the moaning stops. The visual artifacts disappear from the monitors. Lambda-5 is seen gathered around a pixelated and discolored body with an arrow in its head. KAMH-1 is kneeling next to the body, and KAMH-2 is standing next to him with her bow drawn.
The cavern the group is in comes into view as well. It extends back an indeterminate distance. A few meters away from the pixelated body, featureless humanoids hang from hooks embedded in their backs.The hooks are suspended from chains affixed to the cavern ceiling. Some of the humanoids appear to have similar facial structure to the entities encountered during the night. Against the left wall is a computer with a note taped to the screen.
KAMH-1: Arila… you… you
KAMH-2: I killed him. So what?
KAMH-1: [shouts] You killed him!
KAMH-2: Yeah? He probably just logged out or something.
KAMH-1: But what if he didn’t? What if he’s just lost in VR limbo or whatever? We don’t know what happened to him! Look! He didn’t even explode like you’re supposed to! He’s just lying there. Like the NPCs and the monsters! Like's he's dead!
KAMH-2: Um… what?
KAMH-1: You fucking killed Niner.
Hart: Balls. You said there was a Save Point in here. You still need to—
KAMH-1: There’s no fucking Save Point. Didn’t you see? We didn’t pass any forks. There’s nothing in this room. There’s fucking nothing!
Dubois: Then… why did you lead us here?
KAMH-1: Niner told me to meet him in the cave and then all the shit happened with the save points and then, and then, and then I just wanted to see if Niner was ok and then you guys came along and then and, and, [shouts] and now my friend is dead!
KAMH-2: Balls! We don’t know that. C’mon. Let’s keep looking.
KAMH-1: The Save Points are gone Arila! We’re going to fucking die in here.
KAMH-2: Stop being so over dramatic. Games have bugs all the time. They'll put a patch in for it soon. And if you want to log out that badly, then why don’t we just kill ourselves?
KAMH-2 pulls down the menu and adjusts the settings.
KAMH-2: Watch. I just turned off the pain, and I’m going to stab myself right now. I’ll see you when you log out.
KAMH-2 takes KAMH-1's sword and moves to stab herself, but is stopped by Feldspire.
KAMH-2: What are you doing?
Feldspire: Um… well, we, I mean evidence suggests that… you’re not going to log out.
KAMH-2: Wait. So, you’re telling me that…
Feldspire nods.
KAMH-2: I, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?
Niles: It’s against protocol.
KAMH-2: I, but, fuckfuckfuck. I’m so sorry Balls. I didn’t mean to. It’s just, it’s all a game right? Right? [shouts] Fucking right?
KAMH-2 starts to cry.
Tierez: [To Hart] Well, cap’n, now we got two emotional wrecks, one broken arm, and exactly zero Save Points. What’s the plan?
Hart: First, you’re going to back the tone off.
Tierez: Right. Sorry Ma’am.
Hart: And second, we’ll head back to Smendal. Look for more leads. Go out again. Rinse repeat until we either find something, or something finds us. [To entire group] We’re heading back to the city. Niles and Tierez, you keep an eye on those two. Dubois, you watch our rear. Feldspire and I will take point. Let’s go. If we move quickly we might make it to Smendal by nightfall.
Niles walks to the computer and looks at the letter. The contents can be found in Addendum SCP-XXXX-B.
Niles: You sure you don’t want to look around more?
Hart: This cave isn’t going away. If anything, we can come back after we drop off the kids.
The group leaves the tunnel and travels back to Smendal. They arrive at the barricade just as night falls. P-2 greets them from behind the barricade.
P-2: Oh! It’s you guys again! Right in fucking time.
Hart: How so?
P-2: Save Points opened up again. At least here they did. Happened this morning! Honestly, I’d be out by now, but they wanted me to make sure no more troll-faced fuckers got in. Haven’t seen any yet, but like, you never know.
Hart: People have been exiting the game?
P-2: It’s what I just said isn’t it? Like about half the city is out. Well, stop standin’ around! You’ve been in here for days, right? Get out and tell your parents you’re ok or something. I don’t know.
KAMH-1: Wait… so it just stopped? Why?
Dubois: This isn't the time to figure that out.
KAMH-1: But why did Niner have to die then?
KAMH-1 begins sobbing.
Dubois: It's ok. But we get to go home now. Let's just think about home.
Lambda-5, KAMH-1 and KAMH-2 enter the city. KAMH-1 and KAMH-2 leave SCP-XXXX without incident. Lambda-5 inspects SCP-XXXX’s logs once more before helping to facilitate the evacuation. Lambda-5 exited SCP-XXXX without further incident.
After the death of "Niner", no players suffered bodily harm from SCP-XXXX, and no further casualties were reported. Over the course of the next twelve hours, 85% percent of players under Foundation care were evacuated, however none match the descriptions of, nor claimed to be either KAMH-1 or KAMH-2. MTF Omnicron-12 “Nine-Tailed Dox” has been assigned with tracking down KAMH-1 and KAMH-2.
Addendum SCP-XXXX-B: Below are the game materials collected by Lambda-5 during their exploration of SCP-XXXX.
Only portions deemed relevant are shown for brevity. Annotations24 have been added for increased clarity. Please contact Dr.Teller for full logs.
Preface: These logs were recorded by SCP-XXXX during incident SCP-XXXX-A.
17:49 – Registered connection established with GreenrIder on port 8080
17:49 – GreenrIder logged on as “GreenrIder”
17:51 – Registered connection established with NinerSixtyNiner on port 8080
17:51 – NinerSixtyNiner logged on as “NinerSixtyNiner”
17:52 – 11whittler disconnected [port 8080] (Clean CNS Flush)
17:55 – Unregistered connection established with NinerSixtyNiner on port 1551
17:55 – Unauthorized file upload request from NinerSixtyNiner denied.
17:55 – Unauthorized file upload request from NinerSixtyNiner initiated.
System attempting to terminate connection on port 1551… Failed (port in use by NinerSixtyNiner)
System attempting to terminate connection on port 1551… Failed (port in use by NinerSixtyNiner)
System attempting to terminate connection on port 1551… Failed (port in use by NinerSixtyNiner)Error: Cannot force terminations (permissions override by NinerSixtyNiner)
17:58 – Unauthorized file transfer with NinerSixtyNiner completed… trollface.pmug
17:59 – ERROR: CRITICAL FILES CORRUPTED VIA INCOMPATIBLE REALITY FORMAT
System status:
OS… Clear
Kernel… Clear
Game… 32% CorruptedGame status:
Physics Engine… Clear
Sprites… 24% Corrupted
CNS Reality Feedback… Clear
CNS Reality Feedback Dampener/Safety… 100% Corrupted
CNS Connection Manager… 73% Corrupted
AI Controls… 30% Corrupted
Player Information… < 1% Corrupted
Miscellaneous… 22% Corrupted18:01 – IT HURTS
18:02 – RD/WR permissions revoked from NinerSixityNiner
18:04 – Registered connection established with PD_atrishan on port 8080
18:04 – PD_atrishan logged on as “PD_atrishan”
18:05 – IT STILL BURNS
18:06 – GreenrIder disconnected [port 8080] (Error: CNS Flush Failed)
Below is a transcript of the note found in the cavern during Day Three of Lambda-5's exploration.
If you’re here, and I didn’t tell you be here, get out. Please. You’re probably going to fuck with the homunculi if you’re not careful and I probably won’t have time to fix it.
Call this an easter egg if you want. Or some kind of altar if you’re a local. But please just leave.
- Jeremy
Addendum SCP-XXXX-C: Three days following Lambda-5's exploration of SCP-XXXX, Captain Hart was approached by an individual identifying as Jeremy (PoI-XXXX). Due to the unforeseen nature of the encounter, Hart was not able to conduct a proper interview. However, she did record the conversation:
PoI-XXXX: Oh, a phone. I never took you for the casual type.
Hart: It’s what I have on hand. Better than nothing at all.
PoI-XXXX: That’s fair. Although I just wanted to say thanks to the seven of you.
Hart: Seven?
PoI-XXXX: I mean, I wasn't going to leave the kids out. But don't worry, I wiped their memories right after. Least I could do since you guys saved me some work. That Niner guy was really messing with my system and I have quite a bit to deal with nowadays, so yeah. Having someone deal with one of my projects for me is a breath of fresh air.
Hart: Projects?
PoI-XXXX: Right, uh… ok just here’s my business card because the titles probably explain most of it.
PoI-XXXX hands Hart a business card.
Hart: Oh… Ah. So you were trying to protect them?
PoI-XXXX: I know it’s not like… the best way to do it. But I thought it’d be fun! Like saying that out loud makes it sound bad, I know. But its supposed to be a game.
Hart: But people got hurt. Killed even.
PoI-XXXX: Wait, killed? Like I get how this thing could hurt with some sensory feedback overload, but that shouldn't kill anyone.
Hart: When they died in the game, their brains stopped working.
PoI-XXXX: Well, yeah. When your nervous system gets lost its gonna take a while for the signal to return to the host. Especially here. You guys might have shit reception here. Hold on, I'll contact my guy.
PoI-XXXX pulls out his phone and enters a number.
PoI-XXXX: [to phone] Yeah, could you check your service to earth here? I got some people experiencing lag in my game.
Hart: Wait, what do you mean about—
PoI-XXXX: It's fine? Umm… could you ping the software? No, no that shouldn't cause this. What about the wetware?
Hart: Wetware?
PoI-XXXX holds up a finger to silence Hart.
PoI-XXXX: You're still getting nothing? Wait… like nothing nothing? Or like "our equipment is being slow" nothing?
Hart: What are you checking?
PoI-XXXX hangs up the phone.
PoI-XXXX: … what did you do with the player's bodies?
Hart: What do you mean?
PoI-XXXX: Well you didn't… you didn't touch the bodies right?
Pause.
PoI-XXXX: Oh, you stupid, stupid fuckers.
Hart: But how were—
PoI-XXXX: Oh, shit. Shit shit I gotta run. Promised I’d make an appearance like two dimensions over.
PoI-XXXX runs out of the bar. Hart goes to follow him, but he is not found outside.
Below is a transcript of the business card Hart received:
Jeremy, CEO and Founder of Something About Online Games, Champion of Zygothra, Defender of Herculoid, Xanax the Conquerer, and Universal Game Dev.
Interdimensional Phone: Burn two octopods, throw three origami cranes in acid, then dial 52.06-LK4-L@55
Email: lri.semagenilnotuobagnihtemos|namj#lri.semagenilnotuobagnihtemos|namj
Over the course of the two days following the interview, the majority of brain dead players in Foundation custody regained cerebral activity, the others having been either autopsied or disposed of after the morgues had been filled at certain sites. Recovery of PoI-XXXX is now considered a Level Five Priority.
Frederic Edwin Church [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Item #: SCP-3930-EX
Object Class: Euclid Explained
Special Containment Procedures: No containment of SCP-3930-EX is necessary.
Description: SCP-3930 is area known as Quiet Hill, located outside of Lyons, Colorado. Under certain criteria, subjects atop SCP-3930 will encounter SCP-3930-1. SCP-3930-1 will only be visible to the subject. All accounts indicate that SCP-3930-1 is sociable and friendly. Should the subject converse with SCP-3930-1, the entity will show extraordinary familiarity with the subject, often guiding the conversation toward the subject’s personal life, or philosophical topics.
Based on civilian accounts, the following are believed to be necessary criteria for causing SCP-3930-1 to manifest.
• The subject must be a male between age 27-30 years old
• The subject must believe himself to be alone.
• The subject must be atop SCP-3930 between the hours of 2200 and 200 hours.
• The sky must have little to no cloud cover.
These criteria are unverified and incomplete. All experimental attempts to cause SCP-3930-1 to manifest have failed.
Discovery: SCP-3930 was brought to the Foundation’s attention after receiving multiple reports of anomalous activity. SCP-3930 had become the subject of an urban legends that had spread throughout the Foothills area. This was the result of numerous firsthand witnesses describing subjects speaking with SCP-3930-1 manifestations. Below are two notable accounts of SCP-3930: on 03/14/2017:
Below is the transcript of an account posted to the "Three Eyes Closed" tumblr blog.
Ok, guys. I know I haven't posted in a while, but hopefully this one will make up for stuff.
So there's this park near my apartment that I go to sometimes. Really nice and peaceful place, great for clearing your head and stuff. And I walked by this hill and heard something. It sounded like a young kid from Britain and an older guy from the states. I kept on my way. You know, no use in getting in other people's business.
But after I passed the hill, for some reason, looked back over my shoulder. And there was no kid there. Like it was just the older guy. I couldn't figure out where the kid was. In fact I stood there and just stared. Did that for just a bit too long, because eventually the guy sat up and noticed me. Then the little kid asked "You want something?"
I fucking bolted man. No way was I about to stick around ghost hill or whatever the fuck that was. Goddamn.
Anyways, with that off my chest, I want you guys to know I'll get back to posting more regularly. Hopefully with something less spooky and more funny. Like cat memes or something.
Love, JaJa.
The video "DUDE TALKS TO GHOST!!! (not clickbait)" was posted on 03/14/2017. It was flagged and taken down by Foundation webcrawlers after three hours. Below is a transcript of the video:
The person holding the camera is laying down among part way up SCP-XXXX. The camera is pointed at the top of SCP-3930. Due to the angle and position of the camera, the subject cannot be seen. However, both the subject and SCP-3930-1 can be heard. Since it is unknown which voice belonged to SCP-3930-1’s and which voice belonged to the subject, the two voices will be labeled below as SCP-3930-1 and SCP-3930-2.
SCP-3930-1: Hello.
SCP-3930-2: Evening.
SCP-3930-1: That happened 2 hours ago. Call it night.
SCP-3930-2: It’s just a greeting.
SCP-3930-1: Fine, fine. How’s your night going?
SCP-3930-2: Pretty good, and yours?
SCP-3930-1: The same. How’s Melissa been?
SCP-3930-2: I think you know.
SCP-3930-1: Yeah, but I want to hear it from you.
SCP-3930-2: She’s … well she’s still around. We still talk.
SCP-3930-1: You should bring her here sometime. Or at least introduce me.
SCP-3930-2: I don’t want to come on too strong. Besides, you’d probably scare her off.
SCP-3930-1: I mean, I’m going to bump into her someday. Surprised it hasn’t happened yet.
SCP-3930-2: Same. But I’m just, I’m just worried you know? I don’t want to lose her. She’s been too nice to me for that. Have I told you about the time I blew a tire?
SCP-3930-1: And she waited with you for the triple A guy? Yeah. At least twice.
SCP-3930-2: Right… But there was also this thing today. Just a small thing, but she invited me to lunch today.
SCP-3930-1: Ooh! Now that’s a development.
SCP-3930-2: Well… I mean I turned her down. I had, uh, a lot of work to catch up on.
SCP-3930-1: Don’t even try me. You were scared and you know it.
SCP-3930-2: But there was a whole presentation I had to finish!
SCP-3930-1: Stop lying to me. I know you too well for that.
SCP-3930-2: I… No you’re right. But if I don’t have the guts to have lunch with her you can imagine how I feel about her meeting you.
SCP-3930-1: Don’t worry. But its gonna happen. We stick together.
SCP-3930-2: Yeah. Kinda like Gemini.
SCP-3930-1: Gemini?
SCP-3930-2: Constellation slash greek myth. It’s like to your… your left I think. Looks kinda like a horseshoe.
SCP-3930-1: Ah, I see it now.
SCP-3930-2: Yup. Two twins, one known for his strength, the other for his skill with horses.
SCP-3930-1: I assume I’m the strong one then?
SCP-3930-2: Eh, you’re probably a better horseback rider than me too.
SCP-3930-1 laughs.
SCP-3930-1: Probably. But honestly, I never liked the idea of constellations much.
SCP-3930-2: Really?
SCP-3930-1: Yeah. Always feels like we’re trying too hard with it, you know? We should just ignore the patterns in the stars sometimes.
SCP-3930-2: Then what’d we do out here? I always thought constellations were half the fun of stargazing.
SCP-3930-1: I don’t know man. I just want to enjoy the little pretty lights. They’re beautiful after all.
SCP-3930-2: You can say that again.
SCP-3930-1: You know what I say. Always have the best view of wherever the hell you are.
SCP-3930-2: Wait, I’m pretty sure I came up with that.
SCP-3930-1: No, it was definitely me.
SCP-3930-2: I think we’ll just have to disagree on that.
SCP-3930-1: Fine. How about we both take credit?
SCP-3930-2: Deal.
At this point the individual holding the camera moves, causing the dry grass to make a rustling noise. The subject sits up abruptly and looks around, and the video ends.
Foundation personnel located the civilian who took the video, and administered them Class-B amnestics.
Addendum SCP-3930-EX-A: Further investigation into the individual featured in the video revealed him to be James Turnock. After interviews with eye witnesses, as well as Turnock, it was discovered that each account of SCP-3930’s anomalous properties correspond to one of Turnock’s many visits to SCP-3930, where he goes stargazing. Turnock was located and interviewed by Dr. Teller regarding his connections to SCP-3930.
<Begin Log>
Teller: Hello Mr. Turnock.
Turnock: Hi, um… have I done something wrong?
Teller: Oh, don't worry. You're not in trouble. I just wanted to ask you some questions. Specifically about a video of you.
Turnock: Video?
Teller shows Turnock the video of him at SCP-3930.
Turnock: Oh… someone got video of that.
Teller: Can you tell us more about that night?
Turnock: Well, I, uh… I have headmates I guess? So I guess we, uh… we like to go star gazing. So we kind of use that as a time to, catch up I guess. I like to vocalize the conversation when I can. Helps to sometimes hear everyone with my ears instead of just, in my head, you know?
Teller pauses.
Teller: I see.
Turnock: So, do you need anything else?
Teller: No, I… I believe that's all. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Turnock: Oh, um… don't worry about it.
<End Log>
SCP-3930 has been reclassified as an explained phenomenon.
Super Secret Plans
SCP-001: A Haven. It is the last normal place on earth. And the Foundation can never go there, or interfere, or else it will no longer be normal. Foundation has only able to observe it through outside communications.
It's just a normal island. It's uninhabited, but scientists go there on occasion to observe the local wildlife and fauna. Foundation realized that there was just… nothing there. Nothing strange was ever described, nothing has ever been observed there. Hell, it doesn't even get satellite signals, so you can't even figure out that the world has gone to shit. For some reason there's just… nothing there. It's the last haven. And they refuse to touch it.
Possible names:
- Haven
- A Normal Place
- Restraint
- Mission Accomplished
- Perfectly Contained
- No Action Required
- A Boring Place
- Sacrifice
- The Meaning Of Containment
- Ideal
Item #: SCP-001
Special Containment Procedures: No direct containment of SCP-001 is to be attempted. Observation is to take place solely through satellite imagining. All civilian reports of SCP-001 are to be compiled in Foundation archives, but not removed from the public. Foundation personnel are prohibited from traveling to SCP-001, as this could disrupt normalcy.
To discourage personnel from attempting travel to SCP-001 while maintaining morale, Foundation Sites are to disseminate Cover Story 001-C6 to all employees, preferably alongside a contract update and a slight pay raise:
Dear [NAME],
As you may have noted, part of your contract precludes you from ever visiting a Tetepare Island of the Solomon Islands. This is due to a number of factors, but the primary factor is a containment concern.
Tetepare Island is occupied by an anomaly under precarious containment by the Foundation. While we have managed to limit its effects, this has resulted in the anomaly only affecting those with knowledge of the Foundation. Any further details regarding this anomaly are classified per orders of the O5 Counsel.
While you are contractually prohibited from traveling to Tetepare Island, let it also be known that persons who may have interacted with this anomaly will be terminated to prevent a large scale containment breach.
Congratulations on [INSERT ACHIEVEMENT].
The Administrator
Description: SCP-001 is Tetepare Island of the Solomon Islands. It is conjectured to be the last perfectly normal place on Earth. SCP-001 is devoid of anomalies, as well as individuals, media, information, or miscellaneous objects related to the anomalous. While no experimentation has taken place, it is believed that anomalous phenomena do not occur on SCP-001 as well.
All information regarding SCP-001 has been gathered from civilian accounts and satellite imagery, as neither Foundation personnel, nor GoI members have travelled to SCP-001. As of this writing, no information has implied the existence of anomalous activity at SCP-001.
There have been a number of instances where anomalous entities have arrived at SCP-001, however none have required Foundation action. Below is the current list of averted normalcy disruptions:
| Anomalous Entity | Initial Situation | Contingency Plan | Result |
|---|---|---|---|
| Are We Cool Yet? | Anartist Geraldo Lupez declared that he would use a large portion of SCP-001 for an anart project involving tropical landscapes. | Foundation agents are to infiltrate Lupez's private charter flight, and redirect it to a Foundation site where Lupez can be apprehended. | Lupez was arrested at the Dullas International Airport for possession of illegal drugs. Charter flight was subsequently cancelled. |
| Dr. Wondertainment | The corporation announced plans to expand its manufacturing capabilities, building a number new factories. SCP-001 was listed among possible locations for this expansion. | A disinformation campaign would spread misinformation about SCP-001's environment, portraying it as an inadequate location for construction. Foundation personnel would infiltrate any subcontractors involved to sabotage the project. | Due to an unexpected poor quarterly performance, Dr. Wondertainment cancelled expansion plans. |
| Marshall, Carter and Dark | A meeting between Marshall, Carter and Dark executives and high profile clients was scheduled to take place at SCP-001 to avoid possible government inteference. | Use information gathered about the clients to blackmail them into changing the meeting location. | Marshall Carter and Dark changed the meeting location of their own accord for unknown reasons. |
| Church Of The Broken God | Embedded agents in the Church Of The Broken God reported that members of the anomalous planned to travel to SCP-001 to recover a religious relic described in their holy text. | Foundation Naval Units would be deployed around SCP-001 to prevent landfall. | After further analysis of the text, it was decided that the relic resided on a neighboring island. Members of the GoI never ventured to SCP-001. |
Addendum SCP-001-2: Tetepare Island was designated SCP-001 after a 9-4 vote of the O5 counsel. Afterwards, O5-13 released this statement:
After much debate and discussion, the O5 counsel has decided to designate Tetepare Island as SCP-001, despite its non-anomalous nature. This has occurred for two main reasons.
Firstly, documentation of containment procedures was deemed necessary to maintain normalcy at SCP-001.
Secondly, documentation of the true anomaly was deemed necessary, but unwieldy. The containment procedures are focussed around Tetepare Island, not the anomaly at hand.
However, it is most important that we acknowledge that SCP-001 is not anomalous. It is currently the only safe haven we know exists. The rest of the world is the anomaly. The rest of the world is what constantly teeters on the edge of "Baseline". The rest of the world is what needs containing.
Some may argue that Tetepare Island has anomalously avoided or repelled anomalous influence, and therefore our procedures are unnecessary and our description inaccurate, which invites further debate and experimentation. This option has been discussed, but rejected. If not being anomalous is considered an anomaly in and of itself, then what is the Foundation trying to achieve? It is a self-defeating definition.
We shall continue our work, and maintain normalcy. As of now, Tetepare Island has displayed no anomalous properties. We cannot risk interfering, and possibly destroying what we strive to achieve.
Even if we must give up our own normal days.
Secure. Contain. Protect.
