Choiwel's Sandbox

Idea: Story which ends with a site evacuation with main characters being forced to leave the site via SCP-120. After much consideration, one main character sacrifices themselves to dial the SCP away from the space location, only for the other main character to discover that the SCP has been dialed to the next space location instead of any other safe location on Earth.

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Foundation Antarctic Operations Base, August 2nd, 2023.

Carter hurriedly exited his personal research tent, granted to him by none other than the Antarctic Ops supervisor, Edward Harden. The thermal tent material is thick, and typically puts up a fight when anyone tries to unzip the entrance. Not this time, though. Carter knew he'd finally figured this one out, and the sooner he presented his information to Ed Harden, the sooner the containment procedures for 2764 could be revised — having almost 200 Foundation personnel keeping watch on an extremely large perimeter is costly.

When he stepped outside, the frigid air bit Carter's face. No matter, Harden's research tent was no more than ten meters across from his own. Hurrying, he ran to the tent and began unzipping the entrance. Already, Carter's hands were freezing, even though he had only been outside for no more than a few seconds. The the tent entrance put up a bit of a fight, but not much against Carter's enthusiasm.

"If you'll excuse me, sir, I have an idea which we may have overlooked about a certain antarctic abomination."

"Ah, Carter. Nice to see you. This is about 2764, I presume? Please, go ahead."

"Yes, well, as you know, the folks back at home want us to cut down on our spending down here — usually, though, by strictly rationing our food, which… works, but—"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Carter. It's just what we have to do. It's not my decision."

"I understand, sir. However, I believe I've found a way to drastically cut down on our spending here."

"Okay, shoot."

"Well, we keep 200 guards around that thing around the clock, which, barring food and living costs, is expensive in itself. But, I've been thinking about this whole thing. What if 2764 isn't the anomaly? What I mean is, what if 2764 is the result of something, rather than being the something itself? I think that containing the origin, which, if my predictions are correct, would be much easier to contain than a giant eldritch monster. Take a look at this."

Carter hands Harden a revised copy of the SCP-2764 document, outlining that the current SCP-2764 is the result of a smaller anomaly located at the center of the Antarctic region, and that the spatial and temporal anomalies are caused as a result of the smaller anomaly partially residing in the fifth spatial dimension. The containment procedures for this object are much, much simpler, to Carter's credit.

Harden sighs.

"Look, you're new, and there are some things we keep you guys out of the loop on. And trust me, I completely understand why you would think that. Anyone could be led to believe that through use of a decent line of logic. Hell, my theory about 2764 when I was first stationed here isn't too different from what's on this paper. But trust me on this, that's not what's going on here. There's a reason why Mann's journal returned safely all those years ago, but without its author. Think about it. I urge you to read Mann's journal carefully."

"I think I understand what happened based on his journal. He sort of… transformed into SCP-2764, right?"

"Close. But that isn't the whole story. That in itself doesn't explain why Mann, according to his own writing, was miles away from his own exploration team, but when the members of his team reported in, they all stated that Mann was never with them. I mean, sure. You could just say 'it was an unknown memetic anomaly' and be done with it. But we know for a fact that Mann departed that day with his exploration team.

Harden sighs regretfully.

"Look. I'll give you special clearance for this information - normally it's Level 3 and above only, but I can make an exception since you're working so closely to 2764. It's not that Dr. Mann became 2764. He always was 2764. We sent the Jäeger Bombers in a few years ago with Scranton Reality Anchors, and they became immune to the spatial and temporal anomalies. In fact, they trekked to the center of SCP-2764's area of effect in less than a day. What they found, Carter… Mann's still there. I vomited when I saw the footage they brought us, and I pray that no one ever suffers that fate again. It's why we can't cut back on the guards around it. We aren't really trying to keep him from escaping, it's more that we are trying to prevent anyone from getting caught in his spatial trap.

He's not doing it on purpose, either. A hundred years ago, before they sent him down here, he reported strange things to his on-site psychiatrist. Back then, the Foundation was less aware of memetic effects, so the psychiatrist prescribed him some anti-hallucination drugs and called it done. But that didn't stop the things he saw. He'd reported inexplicable objects whipping around outside his window in the distance - motions that didn't quite seem possible, but just maybe they could be. And that was just the beginning. His 'hallucinations' got worse and worse after that, and his… condition… began to have effects on the people around him. His wife killed herself shortly after he departed for the Antarctic, but thankfully he never caught wind of this as communication to that region was limited at the time. Later, we found evidence that his wife had always been suicidal, but that whatever was wrong with Mann was forcing her psyche to stay alive - almost as a sort of sick joke to whatever took over the fine Mann that once was. When he left, she finally got the chance to escape."

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-XXXX is a virulent memetic anomaly thought to be the cause or origin of SCP-2764.

Writings of an aspiring mathematician

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Item #: SCP-3419

Object Class: Safe Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3419 is kept in a sealed vivarium at Bio-Containment Site 84, which has been specially modified to contain a three meter layer of loose dirt and to account for a large group of animals. Otherwise, the vivarium is not unlike other Foundation vivariums, and as such is maintained and cleaned weekly. During cleaning and maintenance, staff will take care not to disturb members of SCP-3419 or their constructs. The entrance to SCP-3419's vivarium is fitted with a standard retinal scanner lock. SCP-3419-Alpha will be allowed to produce offspring until further notice.

NOTICE: Containment staff, please refer to the revised containment procedures as of 6/12/1954, which can be found at the bottom of this document.

Description: SCP-3419 is a group of 51 52 humans with varying physical descriptions. The group displays similar behavior to that of an ant colony, with SCP-3419-Alpha acting as the queen of the group. Of the 35 other females in the group, 29 are sterile, having had their reproductive organs apparently removed. These 29 females, hereby referred to as SCP-3419-Beta, act as the workers of the group. Before containment, nine of SCP-3419-Beta were considered "soldiers." After having been contained, SCP-3419-Alpha determined that the colony no longer needed soldiers, and instead designated all sterile females as workers. Typically, specimens of SCP-3419-Beta spend time digging and collecting dirt, which is then used to build small structures which are analogous to a typical ant colony.

The rest of SCP-3419 consists of females capable of reproduction, and males which reproduce solely with SCP-3419-Alpha.

Members of SCP-3419 are not responsive to any intelligent contact, with the exception of SCP-3419-Alpha, which communicates with the rest of the colony telepathically, as long as a given member of SCP-3419 is within a two kilometer radius of SCP-3419-Alpha. Attempting to socially interact with any member of SCP-3419 (with the exception of -Alpha) will not result in any significant response. This is not true, however, in the event of physical contact. Depending on the level of force used by the person, specimens of SCP-3419 may react aggressively. Typically, forceful contact generates a violent response, while actions such as obstructing a SCP-3419 specimen's path will amount to nothing more than a light shove.

SCP-3419-Alpha is a black adult human female, and is the sole means of communication with SCP-3419, as it is the only member of the colony with the ability to speak. -Alpha serves as the queen of SCP-3419, and is the only female in the group with which males of SCP-3419 will initiate sexual reproduction. Offspring produced by SCP-3419-Alpha have a gestation period of 15 weeks, and will always be born in groups of four or more. Currently, nine of the members of SCP-3419 have been born on-site. Offspring of SCP-3419-Alpha experience accelerated growth, reaching adulthood in less than [REDACTED]. Despite this, -Alpha has determined that the colony does not need to produce more offspring for the foreseeable future. This is likely due to the size of the vivarium in which SCP-3419 is contained.

SCP-3419 was discovered in New York City, New York, when residents noticed a large amount of people (at this time, the group amounted to 42 people) occupying a small house for an extended period of time. Officers of the New York Police Department responded, and entered the dwelling forcefully, immediately being attacked by specimens SCP-3419-Beta, some of which were considered soldiers at the time. There were no civilian casualties during the incident, and all involved civilians were administered Class-C amnestics. SCP-3419 was safely escorted to Site-84, and only one member of SCP-3419 had any identification, that being SCP-3419-Alpha.

The dwelling was immediately destructed following the discovery of irreparable damage to the walls and base-level floor, much of which had been ripped forcefully from the structure. Below the dwelling, a crude tunnel system had begun to take shape, but did not extend beyond the perimeter of the structure and was merely one and a half meters deep at maximum depth.

New and additional information about the anomaly may be found below.

Interview Log: 3419-1

Purpose: To determine the origin of SCP-3419.

Involved Personnel: Researcher Harden (Level 3 clearance)

Notes: This interview occurred within two days of initial containment.

Begin Log

Harden: Good afternoon, SCP-3419-Alpha. Are you able to tell me about your origin?

SCP-3419-Alpha: No. One day, our queen heard the many voices of our colony, and we don't remember anything before that.

Harden: Can you explain why you are speaking in first-person plural?

-Alpha: Our queen, this one, is the brain and heart of the colony, and speaks for us all.

Harden: So, as I understand it, by speaking to you, I am speaking to the entire colony?

-Alpha: That is correct. This one is the mind of our colony.

Harden: When we escorted you to containment, a wallet was found on your person. We were able to identify you as ████ ██████. Does that name sound familiar?

-Alpha: We were here one day. And this is how we have been since then.

Harden: Surely you aren't saying that you materialized out of thin air? Have you all always been together, or…?

-Alpha: We did not just appear. None of us remember anything before being in that house together, beginning work on our first nest. And yes, we have always been together.

Harden: I see. Thank you, Alpha. The guards will now escort you back to your colony.

End Log

One week after the house from which SCP-3419 was recovered had been completely destroyed, an on-site post-anomaly agent recovered a small mechanical device and returned it to Site-84 for analysis. This device will now be known as SCP-3419-Prime. Its description follows:

Description: SCP-3419-Prime is a small piece of handheld mechanical hardware consisting of a plastic-control knob which allows for ten settings. Below the knob is a small green button, with text below it reading "ADD." Extending from SCP-3419-Prime is a .15 meter long antenna, which terminates with a small illuminated round bud. When pointed directly at a human within 20 meters, the bud will change coloration to green. At all other times, the bud remains red in coloration. The power source for this light is indeterminate.

The ten settings on the knob are all labeled with various social or eusocial fauna. Most notably, the settings "HUMAN" and "ANT" appear, alongside other settings, including "BEE" and "WOLF." Upon recovery, the knob was fixed on "ANT," and has remained this way, barring Test-Log-3419-2.

On the rear side of SCP-3419-Prime, there appears text which reads "ANIMALIA SUBCONTROLLER 82/100." As a result of this discovery and its implications, SCP-3419's object class has been upgraded to keter. While the colony in containment poses no threat to Foundation staff or its own containment, the superorigin of the colony in containment may cause a combination of an LK-Class Species-Transmutation event and a CK-Class Dominance Shift scenario. Please refer to the current project lead for more information.

Test Log: 3419-1

Purpose: To confirm the suspected function of SCP-3419-Prime's green button.

Involved Personnel: Researcher Harden (Level 3 clearance), D-239-1 (Female, age [REDACTED]).

Details: Researcher Harden and D-239-1 enter a room in close proximity to SCP-3419's vivarium. Researcher Harden points the antenna of SCP-3419-Prime at D-239-1 and presses the green button. At this point, D-239-1 immediately ceases to respond to any social interaction from Researcher Harden. D-239-1 gets up and proceeds to the locked door of the room, which Harden immediately unlocks. D-239-1 proceeds further down the hallway and reaches the door of SCP-3419's sealed vivarium. After a brief explanation to the HMCL supervisor on duty, Harden opens the vivarium, where D-239-1 begins to perform basic worker tasks associated with members of SCP-3419-Beta. Follow up analysis revealed that D-239-1 no longer possesses reproductive organs.

Interview Log: 3419-2

Purpose: Indeterminate.

Involved Personnel: Researcher Harden (Level 3 clearance)

Notes: This interview was not authorized by the project lead, and took place directly in SCP-3419's vivarium. Researcher Harden recorded this log with his cell phone and later uploaded it to the SCP database.

Begin Log

Harden: Hello Alpha. Do you see that woman?

Harden points to D-239-1.

SCP-3419-Alpha: We see it. That one is us.

Harden: As I suspected. Do you know where she came from?

-Alpha: The interrogation down the hall.

Harden: Right. But do you know how she became a part of your colony?

-Alpha: We don't know, but we are happy to have that one.

Harden: That's all for now, Alpha. Thanks. And sorry to pop in unannounced.

End Log

Harden here - I didn't reveal SCP-3419-Prime to -Alpha, as much as I wanted to show her where she came from. We've got one more test to run. Doctor Mann, I fully accept any punishment for the unauthorized interview. But we know the colony's safe, that's why I did it. We need to run tests on SCP-3419-Prime. Formally requesting to oversee the testing on SCP-3419-Prime's knob settings.

Approved. I would have done the same, Harden. -Doctor Mann

Test Log: 3419-2

Purpose: To discover the function of SCP-3419-Prime's knob settings.

Involved Personnel: Researcher Harden (Level 3 clearance)

Details: Beginning with turning the knob to the human setting, [DATA EXPUNGED] and as a result, the original personalities of each member of SCP-3419 are likely permanently lost. The knob will remain fixed on the ant setting for the time being, and the on-site ethics committee will review the most humane way to proceed. As a result of this test, SCP-3419-Alpha has changed and is now an adult human female of middle eastern origin. The previous instance of SCP-3419-Alpha has seemingly downgraded in status to be a member of SCP-3419-Beta, and is no longer capable of reproduction.

Updated Containment Procedures - SCP-3419: In addition to the containment procedures originally outlined in the document, SCP-3419-Prime will remain fixed on the "ANT" setting until further notice. Testing involving SCP-3419-Prime's "ADD" button is strictly disallowed. SCP-3419-Prime remains locked in a standard safe-object containment locker fitted with a 5-permutation keypad lock.

A new Mobile Task Force, MTF-Gamma-76 ("The Bounty Hunters"), has been formed to search for other instances of SCP-3419-Prime. All new instances will have their knob fixed on [REDACTED - LEVEL FOUR CLEARANCE ONLY] to allow for ease of recall of affected humans. Following a grace period of 72 hours, all humans affected by the device will be terminated and the new instance of SCP-3419-Prime will be destroyed. As of 6/13/2018, there are still a suspected 99 of 99 other instances of SCP-3419-Prime outside of Foundation control.

1403 days since the Flood

I fucking hate this boat. Why the fuck did the shitty Foundation keep the item if they knew it would cause this? I’m so tired… but I suppose I should go into detail, if anyone reads this.
So, apparently there was this secret organization dedicated to containing paranormal objects. Well, one of those objects fucking absorbed all water in its vicinity. They called it PCI-402 or some shit. Doesn’t matter to anyone, anyway. Well, guess what? Its effect reversed. It was a cold winter day, just before Thanksgiving's weekend was about to start. I wanna say it was the 23rd? I can’t really remember. Shit, I was really looking forward to Thanksgiving…

The world found out about it when the entire continent of Australia was flooded with water, and some people were dying with some new disease. Scientists said it was “similar to bacteria, with alien biology.” Well, the Foundation had no choice but to come out. They knew they couldn’t keep themselves secret any longer. Anyway, they have this strict policy of “we contain, not destroy.” Well, the fucking idiots didn’t destroy the item. They didn’t even relocate it off-planet. They just let it flood the world. Eventually, Asia, Africa, Europe, South America, and Mexico were flooded. It was slowly approaching the U.S. and Canada. Actually, it was approaching “The Coalition of North America,” because the U.S. and Canada decided it would be a good idea to unionize. How the fuck would that have helped the situation? Anyway, the west coast and the south were flooded, first. A day after Thanksgiving, the entire world was flooded with water. And that was when the shitty Foundation decided to send 402 off world. How they did it? I don’t really give a shit.

But, thanks to some of the engineers who actually valued human lives, we have these crudely built boats, which hold about 1000 of us each.

But I’m not dumb. Anything can erode, even metal. It might take a while, but the bottom of the boats will rust away, and we’ll sink. And we’ll all die.

I’m so tired of eating fish.

Ah, yes. Where is the Foundation now? They’re still fucking trying to contain shit. On boats above where Australia was. Apparently it’s a restricted zone. I heard they had thousands of paranormal objects, but since the flood, they’ve only managed to keep 200 of them. Yeah, real nice job, fuckheads. But, I can’t fully discredit them. They’re trying. Apparently, they have this disease that makes you adapt to your surroundings. Well, they’re doing human experimentation. Infecting people with the disease, then just dropping them into the ocean. They have had little success with that, as I’ve heard.

I’ve made the Foundation sound like the bad guys. It’s wrong of me to do that, but they really fucked us over with that little stunt. A lot of people have been joining anti-Foundation organizations. The only one I remember the name of is the Global Occult Coalition, but I know there are other less prominent groups. Y’know, cause their bases of op were fucking flooded. So it really just comes down to the GOC and the Foundation, because they were the only two groups smart and rich enough to build buoyant bases. Honestly, I can’t say who I’d choose to side with. They both sound pretty bad, but at the same time, they both have good principles. It’s a hard decision. Like choosing between saving your Mom or your Dad…

Not like I’d have the choice, anyway. Our boat group is ruled by a shitty dictator. He was born in Finland. He doesn’t let us do shit. One meal a day. 7 o’ clock curfew. Limited one hour computer access.

The shitty part about it? I can’t run. I can’t fucking swim 30 miles or more to the nearest boat group. That’s probably why he feeds us so little, so that we don’t have the energy to do some shit like that.

Want some more fun facts? There’re 11 boats in our boat group, ruled by one asshole dictator. Our water filtering plant is shitty, so at least two to three people a day die from drinking alien-bacteria infected water. It’s a risk, just living.

I'd sigh, but it'd look uncanny to write it on a document like this.

There is one sliver of hope, though. Apparently there's still some land existing, up… down? In Antarctica. All the water froze, and there's some society living there. I'd kill to get onto solid land. The boat is exhausting to live on. I don't care if there's another shitty dictator in Antarctica, I would jump at the chance to live there. Maybe they have actual meat. I wonder if polar bear is good? Penguins?

Enough of me rambling. I'm going to seal this document after dinner, that way it won't get damaged when this sink finally gets swallowed in the sea.


SCP-1859 - Life Over Geological Time
SCP-1342 - To the Makers of Music

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SCP-1563 - Property Markers
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Daily Writing

This is where I write anything I can think of for the sake of practice