Hello! My name is Decibelle/Deci/Trixie (she/they pronouns), and this is my Sandbox page. If I'm linking this on the forums/chat, then I probably asked for you to look at a specific tab. The others are in-progress, scraps, not-realized drafts, stuff I'm using for reference, or in the case of Shit-Tier, the stuff I'm willing to show everyone and myself to show how far I've come.
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Tales!
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- Godspeed You! Black Emperor
- We're Nothing But Thoughts
- Do You Know How to Waltz?
- In the Lap of the Gods
- Honor Duel (or the Story of How Sir Wondertainment and Lord Blackwood Fought to Preserve Their Legal Rights and Dignity)
- Vaka
- Typicality (...I Care Because You Do)
- The End of the Masquerade, as Dictated by a Podkast
Jayden Williams slipped into his house and looked back. No one had followed him. He sighed, nudging the door shut and locking it.
A Actioner, too tired to continue existing, sat on a bench, looking out across the field of nothingness before him. At some point along the rigid constraints of time, his door would arrive, and he would continue onto his next assignment. The process of delivering people's investments in abstract concepts was taxing, depending on the setting he had to deal with. Carrying out said investments, much more so.
The figure who appeared and sat next to him whistled a tune, forcing the lyrics out of their throat like gravel.
"I've got electric light and I've got second sight… I've got amazing powers of observation, and that is how I know…"
A Actioner glanced at his companion and blinked.
"Oh Hell, you're hardly any fun now. Won't even finish my lyrics. Care to at least tell me what clientele you're serving this time?" They chomped down on a sandwich, not finishing chewing as they kept talking.
"Yes. I didn't get a name. I've been informed he doesn't even exist in a corporeal form. I have no means to get to him." He sighed and stared out into the white plains, trying to get a focus and a semblance of where his exit would be.
"Try not to overthink it much. If you're dealing with something you can't physically interact with, blank out your mind. Or just nap." They chuckled at that, gulping down the food and putting the rest of the sandwich into a plastic bag. "We have all the time and no superiors to do so, after all. Take a breather as long as we want, so long as we do our jobs."
"Maybe." He got up, stretching his arms and turning around, analyzing his companion. It was always difficult to nail down what they were doing or thinking, and he highly doubted they were even real. Company was company, though. "Where will you be headed off to? I don't recall you intending to stay for much longer."
"Yeah, you're right. I have one more investment to close on, some guy named Lewis. After that, who knows? Might go back to hanging out with Timothy again. He's finally starting to pay his rent again."
"Again?" he questioned, before pausing briefly at the statement and realizing what was said. "You live with somebody?"
"Yeah. Even I have to take up residence somewhere, you know! I'm not a workaholic like you." They shot a grin at the actioner, who looked on confused.
"How long has it been since he paid rent prior?"
"15 years. He's fine now, but that's not your concern at the moment. Your door's here." They pointed and the actioner turned, seeing nothing for miles on.
"There's no door."
"Sure there is. Just keep walking. You'll get to it soon. Have fun."
"But how will I know when I get there?" he mumbled to himself, as he started to walk forward
12/07/2011
12:30 A.M.
Rose Labelle approached ninety minutes as she continued to blankly stare at the blinking cursor, lost from the world. Her research proposal1 was due in a month, and she had made no progress on it since the day she was tasked with writing it. It was the same routine since then; sit down, stare at a blank word processor and struggle to come up with words until sleep came. Tonight, the stress from the proposal had led her to a wandering thought, and before she could help it, she had been staring out into space.
Labelle had only noticed her cell phone ring around the third call, when the ringtone made itself vaguely audible to her. When she glanced at who was calling, the life snapped back into her eyes and she raced to answer before the fourth ring.
"Hi Jade!" she said, grinning widely. It was a relief to hear her girlfriend's voice
Blood slowly formed in the carpet, soaking the spot underneath Alexsander Derrick's boots. To his relief, no one else had noticed yet. Les Miserables hadn't reached its final scenes yet, but as he watched the woman next to him grow in fury, he wondered if that would be likely to happen at all. He sighed and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Come now miss, no need to be so angry. I already told you, we will do everything we can to—" She growled and slapped his hand away.
"Mind your manners, boy. I am a married woman, and I will have none of your foolishness. My patience with you and your group of friends grows thinner by the day. Where is my husband?" The blood continued to spread. The people in the next seats had begun to stare. Derrick gave them a nervous smile and a thumbs-up.
"Listen, we're this close to finding your husband. We're not charging you for this, given how important this mission is to us, to me as well. Don't go nuclear on us just yet, alright?" He took out his pack of cigarettes, fiddling with it in his hands and staring at the carpet. The blood receded quickly, though Derrick could still feel the wetness nonetheless. "Let's talk outside, hmm? We can hash out the details there. Better than causing a scene in front of all these folks." After a minute of silence between the two, the woman grunted, getting up and making her way outside. He followed suit, carefully making sure not to step on anyone as he navigated his way out.
The Alabama air was chilly at this time of night, and Derrick regretted not bringing a sweater. His hands shook as he fumbled with the cigarettes, dropping some on the floor. He muttered curses as he finally latched onto one and stuck it into his mouth, lighting it and sighing. The late birds chirped and sang, and the noise kept throwing off his train of thinking.
Let me gather my thoughts, thank you very much.
Aside from the weather, tonight wasn't different from the usual. He wasn't quite sure what had him on edge so much. Perhaps it was the inevitability of the mission, and how close to its date it became. The issue was never with finding where her husband was; it was known since near the start. No, they had to prepare. The higher-profile your target was, the more resources and training you'd need to apprehend it.
"Tell me, Miss… Miss Sarah." He broke the silence. Now was good of a time as any. "You wouldn't be interested in comin' along when we go to rescue your husband tonight? After all, we'd need all the help we can get. I'm sure he'd be just as happy to see you as you would to see him" He flashed a sly grin at her, but dropped it when she turned to stare at him, a look of contempt on her face. Now he remembered why he was so nervous.
"Very well then. My friends and I are gonna take good care of your husband. Would you like to finish the play with me?" Sarah continued to look at him with contempt for a short while before breaking eye contact and walking out of the parking lot. Derrick watched her walk away and sighed, thankful it was done with. He dropped his cigarette, mushing it into the pavement, and turned back to head inside. "The Final Battle" played as he made his way back into his seat.
Interview 2343-27:
Date and Time: December 6th, 2010 at 21:53
Interviewer: Agent Goodman
Subject: SCP-2343
Location: Containment Cell C3, Site-88
Transcript:
Agent Goodman: Hello, Peter. I'm here to talk with you on recommendation of your psychiatrist.
SCP-2343: You folks always seem to worry 'bout me come Christmas time. I swear I'm fine.
Agent Goodman: Do you celebrate Christmas?
SCP-2343: I mean I used to sometimes… for show. My wife used to make me put up lights.
Agent Goodman: Yes, well, we're still trying to track her down.
SCP-2343: I'm still offerin' my help, y'know.
Agent Goodman: We are aware of the offer.
SCP-2343: You know, you folk are stubborn as hell. What is it with you behind the scenes bastards anyway? Last time I had this much trouble was them damn thieves and architects. You folk are a lot less friendly though.2
Agent Goodman: Thieves? Can you elaborate?
SCP-2343: Oh yeah. Lemme tell you every little thing while you do shit all for me.
Agent Goodman: Cooperation can gain you certain privileges.
SCP-2343: You willing to turn off those buzzin' machines next door?
Agent Goodman: No. Those stay on. But… we can perhaps grant you a single luxury item. Within reason. It is Christmas after all.
There is a 4 second pause in the conversation.
SCP-2343: Fine. We met 'em back in the 70s. I used to get shitfaced with a few other uh, friends of mine. Anyway, these other assholes had some kinda association with the Masons, and found me and assumed I had too. Once they knew who I was, they figured I knew Janus. Like we was gonna associate with that backstabbing son of a bitch. But these guys didn't care. They practically hounded my wife and me to join their little club. I was more polite than she was about it.
Agent Goodman: Do you know what became of them?
SCP-2343: Nah. I just knew the kind of technology they had. Occasionally, my buddies and I made somethin' for them, and they'd take it off to play with.
Agent Goodman: What would you make for them?
SCP-2343: Portals, guns, whatever they'd commission us to do. Hell, I don't know if they're even still around. Last time they came by the house half of them got buried head-above-sand in the desert by my old lady.
SCP-2343 takes out its guitar and starts to tune it.
SCP-2343: Actually, I know what I want from Santa this year. Get me some sheet music.
Agent Goodman: From who?
SCP-2343: You ever hear of Phil Ochs?
The non-essential security cameras in Site-88 went offline for maintenance at 12:03 AM, December 7th for approximately six seconds. At the end of those six seconds, the cameras continued to go offline. It was only after another fourteen seconds that the guards on watch noticed and promptly notified Maintenance.
By that point, the weak spot in the most south-southwestern wall had already been breached as a crew of twelve people rushed into the site and towards Peter's cell. The particular point where Peter was located gave enough convenience for the team; far enough away to protect from a majority of containment breaches, but vulnerable enough to squirm one's way in and out, with proper knowledge of the layout.
All the training and studying of maps paid off well. After two minutes of sprinting and taking shortcuts around surprised janitors, all twelve arrived at the cell without a scratch. Derrick glanced around the room to confirm everything was in place. The only things there were a still-malfunctioning security camera and two researchers currently being held at gunpoint. He grunted, and Cynthia Harman quickly knelt and attached a device to the door, pressing her ear up against it.
Derrick never understood the complexities behind the more modern devices they used, and Harman's goofy grin as she listened and fiddled around with her mechanical fingers didn't help the tense aura he had. Tapping his foot impatiently, he turned to look through the glass and saw Peter, who was currently slumped against the wall, staring at the door.
He could tell Peter had long heard them coming. There wasn't much he was able to do with all the anchors surrounding the area, and at that, Derrick felt a bit of pity for him. An impressive and awe-inspiring being, trapped in a crowded room with a guitar and a bed… it was a sad sight.
Thanks to the anchors as well, the security on the door disabled itself quickly. A hissing sound and copious amounts of smoke emanated from its sides.3
"Door open y—" Derrick got cut off.
"System suffered cardiac arrest!" Cynthia shouted far more loudly than he would have preferred. He cringed and opened the door, hurrying into the room while the rest of the team covered his back. As he stepped in, Peter looked up to meet his eyes. Though he didn't want to waste time, it was hard to resist the opportunity to take in the sight of a man… more than a man, one he hadn't met in decades.
"Look who it is. I assume the wife came callin'?"
"We'll discuss this later. If I may." Derrick took out his gun and whipped Peter in the back of the head, catching him as he slumped over to the ground out cold. With a bit of strain on his arms, he picked him up to carry in his arms and went back out the door, team waiting.
"I thought she said to bring him back in good condition," Harriet Seeger called out as they kept the gun on one of the frightened researchers.
"She'd rather have him back than not at all. Back to the Janus gate." At his command, the team left, racing back to the exit with time to spare. Although Peter had weighed a lot more than he expected, the load wasn't enough to impede him as he navigated back through preferred path.
The halls were far less packed than he had anticipated. Very little resistance, save for a stray guard or two (easily dispatched non-lethally), had met them, and not even the small amount of rubble from the breach seemed to be disturbed by the time the exit was within sight. As they approached the breach, Derrick could hear the sounds of particular stone being cracked and broken. It only dawned on him what was going on by the time they arrived and saw the gate being destroyed a hundred yards away, guns being pointed at them at the same time.
As any professional thief should know, it's much easier to get in than to get out.
"Get back as safely as you can!" With that, everyone split up and bolted, Derrick sprinting towards the immediate right. Before he could take more than six steps, he felt a bullet tore through his leg and he dropped, landing on Peter's body. Another important tip he had remembered was to know when escape wasn't an option, and be captured as peacefully as possible.
He closed his eyes and let the pain sing him to sleep.
Sarah went outside at 7 AM to collect the mail deposited an hour before, when she spotted an envelope addressed from a book club called the Journeymen. Knowing that the letters from them were top-priority at that moment, she opened it up and scanned over them. As she read, her eyes continued to get darker, her body trembling. A new surge of emotion she had not felt in ages started to cover her, guiding her on what to feel.
The ground under her feet soaked red, and her breath turned the area into sand. The letter caught on fire as her body began to burn.
Derrick snapped back into consciousness, the bright overhead light and a decently-dressed man greeting him. His cheek stung, though infinitely preferable to sudden pain from the leg waking him up. It was hard to feel much sensation there, thankfully, though it wouldn't have been the first time pain waited before stinging at the least opportune moment.
"Alexsander Derrick. I'll let you get to your senses. But first, would you like to have anything before the interview starts?"
He grimaced. From the vantage point of his steel chair and the disorientation of bright lights flaring in his face, he knew his day would not go well.
It was on the evening of November 21, 1926 that young Isaiah Wondertainment, head of the newly-formed Doctor Wondertainment's Knickknacks & Novelties™, received a letter of grievance and a package from an impeccably-dressed man. Isaiah opened the letter first,
Greetings, beloved friend!,
I have written to you today to file an official complaint concerning your fresh pair of "Slimybelly Dragon-Snails™" that you had loaned to me for my recent adventure into the tundra. Indeed, they were small and practical enough to be able to provide warmth for Deeds and I, and would have made serviceable companions in such a situation.
Yet, despite following the proper instructions given along with them, the blasted things got frightened and burned down my camp the very first day of the expedition! I had to return home immediately after recovering the few items that weren't destroyed. To the good Lord's credit, Deeds was not harmed, and I managed to recover with but a small burn on my arm.
I realize that it was their sudden bewilderment to the environment surrounding them that prompted such a reaction. However, no mention of their abilities manifesting in such a way was included in the manual. Therefore, I must ask for monetary compensation of all my belongings that I lost. I will be arriving to your abode almost certainly the day after Deeds delivers this to you to further work out the terms and negotiations. Surely, you must understand, Isaiah; my tools and belongings are a lifetime's worth of works. Though I did not even lose many, what I did lose was of importance to me.
Enclosed in the package, you will find the two Slimybellies you have sent to me. I believe they will find a better home in your care.
Lord Theodore Thomas Blackwood, CBE
Isaiah rubbed his temples, sighing. He didn't expect his Dragon-Snails to act out of a sense of fright, much less burn down his friend's stuff. After a bit of ruminating on the letter, he looked up at the messenger, putting on a smile.
"Thank you very much, Deeds. Would you like to stay the night before Blackwood arrives?"
"I'm afraid not, sir. I must head back to Sir Blackwood before tomorrow comes. Here is the rest of the delivery." Deeds handed the package to Isaiah, bowing after. "I wish you a good day." Deeds swiftly made his way out the door afterwards, leaving Isaiah with the package. He sighed in frustration, putting it down and started to contemplate his options, when the package wiggled and snapped his attention back to it. It had started to smoke
The car grew silent and the rain pattered down heavier as Maya Rostro and Georg Acciai drove to their client's house.
"That sure is art, Director," Trixie Silva said as she watched a video tape of two mechanical sculptures destroying each other in an extremely violent cage fight to the death.
"I'm not sure what's supposed to be gotten out of this. This looks like the opposite of art to me," Luella Shea replied in an unamused tone.
Audio Transcript of Audio Log 291:
[The intro music to Kaktuskast plays as per usual.]
Goood evening, Kaktuskast! My name is DJ Kaktus, and as always, I am your host for today. Before we get started, I wanna give a special thank you to Weedwhacker682 for coming on last week and doing an episode. I apologize for any of the jokes I made at the expense of your username, and it's unfortunate that Project Foundation's site doesn't allow you to change your username, but man it was too good to pass up. Thank you for being a sport, though. Now, real quick, a few things before we get started…
O5-5 and Alan Fourier stood before the Ethics Committee, their heads having to look up to make eye contact with those judging their fate. Despite attempting to look as official as they could, the two men gave off an obvious aura of fear. Even if (in their minds) they did nothing wrong, it was still frightening to have to stand before your boss (and your boss's boss) to sort out what you had done wrong in order to figure out how harshly you were to be punished. If all went well, their one solace would be that the Ethics Committee wouldn't terminate them.
The rest of the world would surely know.
"Alan Fourier, Researcher. Clearance Level Four, Project Head of SCP-4102, colloquially known as the 'Kaktuskast'. O5-5, Overseer, noted to have reviewed updates and reports from the research team on SCP-4102 and intervene when SCP-4102 threatened to breach."
[MORE TO WRITE]
…aaaanyway, with all that out of the way, I'd like to introduce a special guest. And, you know, a quick aside before we bring them on. Here on the Kast, we've been bringing on guests to talk about the site and the stuff people have written and all that, so you may have gotten the initial impression that this was a creative writing site. Well, that's the front we've been putting up anyway, and it's more for the convenience of the Foundation. But truthfully, since this is a special episode, we might as well spill the truth here. Um, everything we've discussed on the Kast is factual. All the stories and skips we've talked about, and the authors and guests on the show? Yeah, they've all worked or interacted with the Foundation at some point or another to discuss the subjects brought up. Again, the coded talk of a creative website and all has been, uh, for the Foundation's convenience in mind. And with that, I'd like to bring on a really special guest, you might know them. Hello, [wow i must suck at writing so late at night to be doing this cool shit huh]! Welcome to the Kast! How are you?
Skips!
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- Contest Entry
- Who Cares
- Ms Sweetie
- Esperándote
- SCP-001 Attempt
- 001 Spitballing
- SCP-2126 Original
- SCP-2126 Rewrite
- Robots Not Working
- "Do Fruit Drem?"
- do fruit drem dream summaries
- Marcelo Álvarez
- Card Game
- card game ideas
Item #: SCP-2290
Object Class: Euclid Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Reports of activity similar to SCP-2290 are to be sent to the area's Regional Director. Anomalous activity similar to SCP-2290 must be active for a minimum of 28 days to be reclassified. See Document SCP-2290-A and Document SCP-2290-B for extensive, archived containment procedures and description.
Description: SCP-2290 was a location covering approximately 0.8km² in ██████, Massachusetts, centered on a studio apartment (referred to as SCP-2290-1) housing a family of three. Observations that originated inside this area invariably indicated that SCP-2290-1's occupants were unharmed and present. Additionally, knowledge of SCP-2290-1 acquired inside SCP-2290's area of effect was lost when leaving SCP-2290. Accurate records of SCP-2290-1 were maintained through the use of observation originating from outside of SCP-2290's area of effect. SCP-2290-1 could not be entered by anyone except its occupants.
The physical appearance of SCP-2290-1's occupants would revert to an uninjured state at 5 A.M. daily, regardless of any injuries sustained throughout the course of the day. These effects were first discovered by the Foundation after investigation of repeated reports from outside of SCP-2290 of a disappearing and/or battered nine-year old girl.4
Addendum 2290-D: On November 15, 2005, police were called concerning SCP-2290-1. Foundation operatives reported to the location once it became clear that police could enter the home for the first time. All furniture and appliances from all rooms were found to be missing, as well as its inhabitants. A plate of oatmeal was found in a room believed to be where the bathroom would have been, based on exposed plumbing connections. A note, appearing to have been written hastily, was found underneath the plate.
I figured it out. Every day blurred, and I knew something felt bad, but I thought I was dreaming. My dad let his guard down, and it all came back to me. I didn't connect it until he forced me outside again. Someone who saw me asked me if I was okay. Then she asked me how I got so big.
I'm 27 years old.
I wanted to wait for tomorrow, but I can't find my mom anywhere. I think she realized it as well. I'm sure he caught on to this too. I think I know what my next move will be. I'm leaving this behind and taking my journal in case anyone finds this. If this doesn't work, I'm sorry for disturbing you. But I'm sure it should work. I'll find a way. Thank you for listening.
`Melissa
Attempts to locate the individuals are considered low-priority, pending resurgence of SCP-2290. Coverup operations for the area in SCP-2290's area of effect are underway.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a secure locker in Site-81's anomalous media storage. In the event of damage done to any instance of SCP-XXXX, backup copies have been made and are available digitally for further review.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a collection of 37 DVDs, each marked "#1" to "#37" in red marker. Each instance itself is non-anomalous, and data can be copied, removed, and overwritten.
SCP-XXXX instances contain multiple video recordings depicting a version of the Foundation differing in multiple ways, although the full scope of these changes are not known. The exact dates in which these recordings have taken place have not been determined. Based on real-world events and figures mentioned, technology displayed analagous to current Foundation technology, and video quality, it is estimated that the recordings were taken between the years of 2010 and 2021.
Addendum XXXX-A, Recording Transcripts:
Addendum XXXX-C: Various personnel files were acquired alongside SCP-XXXX at the time of discovery.
Name: Alex Cruz Santiago
Security Clearance: Level 2 (Restricted)
Position: Researcher on various anomalous children
Sites: 17, 19
Profile: Alex Santiago
Addendum XXXX-D: As of 02/22/2017, out of 134 identifiable personnel in all video recordings, only twelve have been confirmed to both currently exist and work for the Foundation, five of whom are referenced or alluded to more than once throughout the recordings. The following is a list of all twelve personnel with their current position:
- Alan Burwick (Site-19: Lead Researcher of SCP-131.)
- Eric M. Dillinger (Interdepartmental Affairs Liaison for Human Resources, Ethics Committee Member.)
- Diogenes (Public Liaison and Media Control.)
- Céleste Germaine (Site-19: Technician, Programmer, Assistant Researcher of SCP-131.)
- Ari Hidaka (Site-81: Research & Development.5)
- Tim Hyne (Site-19: Caterer.)
- Carlos Ray Kalinin (Site-19: Consultant for Office of Geopolitical Anomaly Research. Site-78: Ambassador to the Collective Security Treaty Organization. Eastern Europe Sector Ethics Committee (reserve member).)
- Kate McTiriss (Field Office 352-Dalet: Regional Director of Local Mobile Task Forces, Regional Press Operations Specialist. Unusual Incidents Unit Liaison.)
- Agatha Rights (Site-81: Head of Research & Development.)
- Merrill Tavish (Site-17: Head of Department of Inter-site Travel)
- Blake Yamagusuku (Site-17: Junior Psychologist)
- █████████████ (Head of the Ethics Committee.)
//All twelve personnel have been interviewed and were found not to have participated in any recreational activities regarding filming or being filmed within the past seven years. A full list of all other identifiable individuals is available in Addendum XXXX-E, and to be monitored if any anomalous activity occurs in the area nearby them for possible Foundation recruitment. No further resources are needed for //
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held in a Standard Humanoid Anomaly Containment Chamber within Hall ██ of Site-██.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a female humanoid of unknown descent. The words "Ms. Sweetie, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" are tattooed on its left calf, with Sweetie deeply imprinted onto the skin and the rest of the text barely visible.
SCP-XXXX is comprised of multiple distinct body parts and organs from multiple individuals, stemming from at least 15 different people. The process by which this is accomplished is unknown and has been unable to be replicated successfully except via regular prosthetic means. All body parts work as intended and do not grow back or repair itself anomalously.
When questioned about its past, SCP-XXXX is unable to clearly recall any personal information prior to its anomalous state, and can only recall isolated memories between July 3rd, 2005 and January 1st, 2012. These memories are often inconsistent with each other, mainly recalling various past anomalous abilities that SCP-XXXX does not currently posses.
SCP-XXXX came to the Foundation's attention after delivering itself to Entrance ███ of Site-██ on January 4th, 2012. In subsequent interviews it claimed to take the same delivery mechanism that SCP-909 took to reach Site-██, handing over documentation written by the Dr. Wondertainment company to support its claims.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The duplex in which SCP-XXXX is located in has been refurbished and renovated into Outpost-XXXX, due to ease of monitoring and no other anomalous properties located throughout the rest of the duplex. Outpost-XXXX is to be occupied by two plainclothes personnel in each unit.
The room in which SCP-XXXX is located is to be monitored and recorded via security cameras. Any testing approved by a supervisor at Site-19 (currently Haruka Michiru) is to be done between the hours of 2300 and 0400 to minimize disturbance. Insects emerging from SCP-XXXX after testing are to be cataloged or disposed of as needed via protocol. Any persons accidentally discovering SCP-XXXX are to be amnesticized and released.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a hole located in the bedroom of the first floor of Outpost-XXXX, Unit 1. The hole is irregularly shaped and its dimensions shift on their own, ranging from 10.7 cm to 54.7 cm in circumference. Any human being who attempts to crawl through the hole will do so despite their size or weight. A person will not be able to crawl through if they are either unwilling to do so, or if they have prosthetic limbs.
Anyone entering the hole will only be able to crawl 7 meters in front of them before any line of sight or communication completely ceases.6 After approximately two hours, an insect of various type will come back out through the hole.
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Access to the entrance of SCP-001 is sealed off by a vault door. Permission for explorations inside of SCP-001 or interviews with SCP-001-1 must be granted via the current Level Four researcher with SCP-001 clearance.
Description: SCP-001 is a network of underground tunnels and passageways.
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
[19:38] <Cimmerian> Heh. Decibelle: for some reason the idea of such a curator shirking his responsibilities and trying to sell these records tickles my funnybone.
[19:38] <@Riemann> I normally do, but MTG is too much for me
[19:38] <Cimmerian> but that's just me
[19:39] <Decibelle> Cimmerian: how do you mean
[19:40] <Cimmerian> Like you've got this otherworldly being. A curator for all of these universes. But he's got mouths to feed, and this gig isn't paying nearly enough.
[19:40] <Cimmerian> So, if you foundation guys wanted…
[19:40] <Cimmerian> "I could maybe sell you the master tapes…"
[19:42] <Cimmerian> Like the idea of this curator sitting behind some desk being fed… I dunno power or something, and in exchange keeping the foundation up to date on emerging threats?
[19:42] <@Riemann> eh
[19:42] <Cimmerian> I like the funny in that. And hey, it could work as a 001.
[19:43] <Conwell> Eh
[19:43] <@Riemann> But if he needs power, he kind of loses the upper hand in trading
[19:43] <Decibelle> yeah
[19:43] <@Riemann> If he needs anything at all that's vital to the continued existence of his operation, he loses any trading advantage
[19:43] <@Riemann> Why can't the Foundation just take over at that point?
[19:44] <Dmatix> What if… the Foundation provides him with the one thing a person who knows everything can't get?
[19:44] <@Riemann> A girlfriend?
[19:44] <Cimmerian> Uncertainty?
[19:44] * @Riemann da dum tsh
[19:44] <Dmatix> Even greater than uncertainty.
[19:44] <Dmatix> Brief moments of oblivion.
[19:44] <Cimmerian> "I dunno power or something" by the way was supposed to be taken as a placeholder
[19:44] <Cimmerian> heh
[19:45] <@Riemann> Oh did you not mean, like, power as in the thing measured in watts
[19:45] <TwistedGears> Are you saying amnestics or healthy doses or murder
[19:45] <@Riemann> That's where my mind goes on hearing "Power"
[19:45] <Dmatix> Respite from the overbearing weight of endless knowledge.
[19:45] <TwistedGears> *does of
[19:45] <Dmatix> The Foundation does amnestics. It's their thing.
[19:45] <TwistedGears> You know what would be really, really funny
[19:45] <Dmatix> Only they would be able to produce what amounts to the most powerful amnestic in existence.
[19:46] <TwistedGears> If Omega amnestics were a miscommunication for the stuff produced to give to 001
[19:46] <Dmatix> And even that is only enough to black the guy out briefly. Still, it's like a moment of peace amidst endless torture.
[19:46] <Dmatix> He'd pay a lot for that.
[19:46] <@Riemann> Dmatix, I think Deci wants this to be funny
[19:46] <Cimmerian> Decibelle: This is a pretty neat tack.
[19:47] <Dmatix> You could twist it into a comedic angle, mind you.
[19:47] <Cimmerian> Deci didn't say that actually. I'm just throwing ideas out.
[19:47] <TwistedGears> No she said silly was more the angle cuz all the other ones are serious
[19:47] <Decibelle> yeah
[19:47] <Dmatix> Replace "endless torture" with "mind numbling tedium at knowing the results of every sports game"
[19:48] <@Riemann> The idea of an 001 001 doesn't do anything for me
[19:48] <Dmatix> The dullness of omniscience.
[19:48] <@Riemann> It feels like unnecessary escalation
[19:48] <TwistedGears> "Do you know what the 134th decimal point in pi is?" "No." "I do. Please help."
[19:48] * Cimmerian nods
[19:48] <Decibelle> "an 001 001"?
[19:48] <@Riemann> TwistedGears, only 134?
[19:48] <@Riemann> An 001 that explains 001s, Decibelle
[19:48] <TwistedGears> you be quiet nerd
[19:48] <Decibelle> oh
[19:48] <Dmatix> He knows everything, and most everything bores him to tears.
[19:48] <Cimmerian> I memorized out to 50 once. Then forgot like half of it.
[19:49] <@Riemann> TwistedGears, I can give you the exact gosh darned definition
[19:49] <TwistedGears> No that's okay
[19:49] <TwistedGears> I believe you
[19:49] * @Riemann lowers whiteboard
[19:49] <Conwell> gosh darned
[19:49] <Dmatix> I think it's a rather neat idea.
[19:49] <Decibelle> im just gonna try writing it and see where it goes
[19:49] <Decibelle> if its not viable, no big deal
[19:50] <TwistedGears> what color is blob guy
[19:50] <Cimmerian> well good luck
[19:50] * dexatab2 (~ten.elbacogc.emoh.DE03B4C7-CRInys|etonaxed#ten.elbacogc.emoh.DE03B4C7-CRInys|etonaxed) has joined #rogetbox
[19:50] <TwistedGears> Can it be green
[19:50] <Decibelle> TwistedGears: why do yo uask
[19:50] <TwistedGears> minty green
[19:50] <Decibelle> well
[19:50] <Decibelle> since youre asking
[19:50] <Decibelle> hot pink.
[19:50] <Cimmerian> I've already failed at about 3 001 drafts.
[19:50] <Decibelle> blob guy is hot pink.
[19:50] <@Riemann> Like the gaseous blob from Futurama?
[19:50] <Dmatix> Anything other than navel blue is the wrong color.
[19:50] <TwistedGears> por que no 447 being
[19:50] <Cimmerian> But eventually it'll happen!
[19:50] <@Riemann> The extra dimensional Star Trek nerd that knows everything?
[19:50] <TwistedGears> or is it 449
[19:51] <Decibelle> 447
[19:51] <Decibelle> 449 is gut dust
[19:51] <TwistedGears> yeah, that
[19:51] <Decibelle> i mean
[19:51] <TwistedGears> right, right
[19:51] <Decibelle> if i wanted to make a connection to 447 i could but
[19:51] <TwistedGears> how is that doing anyway
[19:51] <TwistedGears> scp-449
[19:51] <+Glacon> TwistedGears: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-449 - Gut Dust
[19:51] <Decibelle> im trying to think of an in-universe justification for it
[19:51] <Cimmerian> hey this reminds me
[19:51] <TwistedGears> 447 is an egg
[19:51] <Cimmerian> Deci: Did you ever put that item crosstest log up?
[19:51] <TwistedGears> or a baby, or whatever
[19:52] <TwistedGears> I'm mostly just being silly
[19:52] <Decibelle> i'll see what i can do
Item #: SCP-2126
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2126 is to be stored in Safe Containment Locker B-23 at Site-19. Personnel intending to use SCP-2126 must obtain clearance from the Site Director.
Description: SCP-2126 is a standard hospital bed manufactured by the ████-███ company. The bed is completely unremarkable in appearance and features other than the fact that the serial number on SCP-2126's frame is of a series that the manufacturer states has not yet been produced and will not likely be produced for another ██ years. SCP-2126 exhibits the ability to cure any disease and/or injury to any human placed on it for a minimum of twelve hours.
Background: SCP-2126 was discovered by Foundation Agents embedded in the administrative staff of ██████ General Hospital (██████████, CA) investigating rumors of a "miracle cure" in the hospital. The hospital staff and physicians had been overheard speaking about an 11 year old male with an inoperable secondary metastatic brain tumor arising from juvenile leukemia. The patient had been found to be completely free of all cancerous cells after being moved to a new bed that had been delivered recently. A check of hospital records showed no invoice for the new bed and no one could recall when the bed had been delivered. The bed was secured under the cover of a delivery error and taken into Foundation custody for further study.
Test Logs follow:
Foundation researchers theorized at this point that perhaps the phenomenon was limited to children only. A search was conducted of nearby hospitals for a suitable subject. A subject was located and brought in to a Foundation controlled clinic under the guise of providing a new "treatment."
Test Log:
A 12 year old female African-American with a confirmed diagnosis of acute myelogenous leukemia.
██/██/████ 9:07 AM Subject brought in to Foundation controlled clinic ██████ ██████ of America.
██/██/████ 9:10 AM Permission given by parents for "treatment" of child.
██/██/████ 9:11 AM Subject placed in SCP-2126. No sedation required.
██/██/████ 9:12 AM Subject allowed to remain on SCP-2126 for the next four hours.
██/██/████ 1:10 PM Blood drawn for pathological examination.
██/██/████ 3:22 PM Rush pathology results confirm subject still afflicted with acute myelogenous leukemia. No change in condition.
██/██/████ 3:23 PM Parents advised that subject is being given "treatment." Injections administered containing NS only.
██/██/████ 7:11 PM Subject has been on SCP-2126 for exactly 12 hours.
██/██/████ 7:12 PM Subject states that she feels much stronger and requests food.
██/██/████ 7:15 PM Blood drawn for pathological examination.
██/██/████ 10:47 PM Rush pathology results show subject completely free of cancerous monocytes and granulocytes.
Patient released after three days and several tests to confirm that she was completely free of cancerous cells. Parents given cover story that subject had been given a highly experimental treatment.
Following second test, Foundation Researchers theorized that the anomaly was not related to the age or condition of the subject, but rather the amount of time spent on SCP-2126. A suitable D-Class test subject located and brought in for verification.
Test Log:
A 33 year old Caucasian Male with Kaposi Sarcoma as a direct result of AIDS infection.
██/██/████ 9:03 AM Subject is brought in under sedation and placed on SCP-2126. IV drip of 1200mL NS at 50 gtts/min. Soporific medication (Triazolam) is introduced in a piggy-back arrangement to maintain sedation.
██/██/████ 9:04 AM Subject left on SCP-2126 for the next 24 hours under constant supervision by Researchers ███████, █████ and █████.
██/██/████ 9:03 PM Subject has been on SCP-2126 continuously for exactly 12 hours.
██/██/████ 9:05 PM Researcher █████ reports lesions consistent with Kaposi Sarcoma vanishing from subjects skin.
██/██/████ 11:47 PM Rush lab work confirms that subject is not only completely cancer free, but also shows no evidence of HIV in his bloodstream. Subject held for further research.
Foundation Researchers theorized that SCP-2126 is capable of curing any human disease condition. Research into whether or not the anomaly extends to trauma as well as disease process was proposed.
Test Log:
██/██/████ 7:07 PM Subject brought in after gun battle between MTF Omega-7 "Darkwalkers" and members of the Chaos Insurgency. Subject is [REDACTED], a 29 y/o male in otherwise excellent physical condition. Subject suffered a gun shot wound to the upper torso during the fight. Subject brought to Site-19 in a comatose state.
██/██/████ 7:08 PM Subject placed on SCP-2126 and monitored continuously by Foundation Researchers and Physicians for the next 12 hours.
██/██/████ 11:47 PM Subject expires from trauma due to wounds.
██/██/████ 11:50 PM Lead Researcher ███████ requests that subject be allowed to remain on SCP-2126 until 7:08 AM to test whether or not subject can be brought back to life.
██/██/████ 7:08 AM A single bullet, caliber 9mm, is spontaneously expelled from subject's chest.
██/██/████ 7:09 AM Subject opens his eyes, sits up and inquires as to his location. Subject has no recollection of any events subsequent to being shot. Subject will be continuously monitored for any lingering effects of SCP-2126 for the next 12 months and randomly thereafter. Subject is not to be returned to regular duties for the next 12 months.
Foundation Researchers conclude that the item is capable of healing any living human being of disease or trauma provided the subject is alive when placed on SCP-2126.
██/██/████
This is an item that I feel represents a real opportunity for the Foundation. We can utilize this object and charge a fortune to wealthy clients to cure them completely. Think about it, there are men and women who would (and can) pay any amount of money we ask to have another chance at life. We could open a front organization disguised as a very exclusive medical clinic and use this thing to cure people. I urge the the Council to take my idea into consideration and think of the possibility inherent in SCP-2126 as a source of revenue.-Dr. ██████ Johannson
██/██/████
Dr. Johannson, need I remind you that the mandate under which the Foundation was established was to first of all, Secure, secondly Contain, and lastly Protect items like this? Your proposal frankly disregards all three of the conditions. We have received word through our Intelligence operatives that you have been in contact with representatives of the group known as Marshall, Carter and Dark, Ltd. I sincerely hope that this contact is not in any way connected to SCP-2126.O5 Overseer ████████
Pending further investigation by the O5 Council, Site Director Johannson has been suspended from his duties.
Item #: SCP-2126
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2126 is to be stored in Safe Containment Locker B-23 at Site-19. Personnel intending to use SCP-2126 must obtain clearance from the Site Director.
Description: SCP-2126 is
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]
Description: SCP-XXXX
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held in a Standard Containment Locker, equipped with an audio recording device. The footage gained through said device is to be regularly checked twice a week for any new "dream session"-events.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a lemon battery connected to a small speaker. It is comprised of a lemon, one copper nail, one iron nail, wiring and a [something] speaker. The lemon has shown no signs of decay during containment.
Approximately twice per week, SCP-XXXX will begin to speak through the speaker with a calm, male voice, telling of a dream it has supposedly had recently. This event is henceforth called a "dream session". Most of these dreams have some type of tie to reality; see Incident Report XXXX-X for more information.
SCP-XXXX was discovered following news reports of a science fair held in ██████, Massachusetts. The anomaly was a part of a science project, titled "Do Fruit Drem? [sic]". During news reports, SCP-XXXX entered a "dream session", with several civilians hearing its story. The dream in question supposedly [something goes here], and thus the use of Class-B amnestics were necessary. The object was retrieved and replaced with a normal lemon battery after retrieval.
The following are audio transcript logs of "dream sessions".
[LINK TO "I DREAMT OF AN ISLAND"]
Addendum: On [date], a statue of a woman made of volcanic rock was found [at the shore of a now sunken volcanic island] during an unrelated search. Investigation into the possible links of SCP-XXXX's dreams and real world events are ongoing.
[LINK TO "I DREAMT OF A KINGDOM"]
[OTHER LINKS?]
[TRANSCRIPT OF THE SCHOOL PROJECT]
<Nanoro>: The dream begins with a view of a shore.
<Nanoro>: Seems to be a small volcanic island in an undetermined place
<Nanoro>: Palm trees, white sand, seagulls, the works
<Nanoro>: A man lies on the beach, slowly gets up
<Nanoro>: Looks confused, walks off deeper into the island
<Nanoro>: Scene changes, shows a woman
<Nanoro>: Made of literally lava
<Nanoro>: Bathing in a pool of magma, singing to herself
<Nanoro>: The man is shown to sneak a peek from the cavern entrance, almost blinds himself
<Nanoro>: Next up is pretty much a collab over years of happenings
<Nanoro>: Man builds himself a settlement, falls in love with volcano goddess
<Nanoro>: Begins to bring her gifts every now and then
<Nanoro>: She doesn't appreciate it, burns them
<Nanoro>: He starts to bring unburnable gifts
<Nanoro>: Eventually, statues of her start to emerge on her doorstep
<Nanoro>: You could say she begins to "warm up" to him at that point
<Nanoro>: At some point, he literally builds a forge
<Nanoro>: And scrapes together enough gold
<Nanoro>: For a ring
<Nanoro>: This is, like
<Nanoro>: Decades after he washed up on the shore
<Nanoro>: He comes into the cavern, stating his intent to marry her
<Nanoro>: She warns him not to approach
<Nanoro>: He is literally blinded by love l
<Nanoro>: Doesn't listen to her yelling him to turn back before it is too late
<Nanoro>: He start to walk tpwards his bride, arms spread out for an embrace
<Nanoro>: His skin melts, flesh charring
<Nanoro>: But he keeps walking
<Nanoro>: Until, finally
<Nanoro>: She embraces nothing but a charred skeleton
<Nanoro>: And cries as even that turns to ashes
<Nanoro>: She gets up, rushes out
<Nanoro>: Into the ocean
<Nanoro>: And cools, dying
<Nanoro>: And the volcano goes out in the final shot of the island
<Nanoro>: ~Fin~
<Nanoro>: Begins with an top view of a small kingdom
<Nanoro>: A village to the west, a forest to the east
<Nanoro>: A plains in between
<Nanoro>: And a small clear area after the forest
<Nanoro>: Behind the forest, to the northeast
<Nanoro>: A mountain, larger than Everest probably
<Nanoro>: Scene lingers for a while, before changing
<Nanoro>: I am a villager, a laundry maid or such
<Nanoro>: Doing usual chores
<Nanoro>: Watching children play
<Nanoro>: When suddenly
<Nanoro>: Not a noise, more like a rumble you feel
<Nanoro>: I look around, everyone is staring upwards
<Nanoro>: I turn to look: it is the mountain
<Nanoro>: A humongous, purple cloud is rising from behind it
<Nanoro>: Not your normal type of cloud, but more like a thick mushroom cloud
<Nanoro>: Scene changes, I am a child, same things repeat
<Nanoro>: Happens a few more times, from different viewpoints
<Nanoro>: Scene changes: I am on horseback
<Nanoro>: I know that I am part of a scouting party sent to investigate
<Nanoro>: And also know that the people riding with me are close friends
<Nanoro>: We ride through the field, enter the forest
<Nanoro>: Nothing unusual, come out of the forest
<Nanoro>: Enter the clear area:
<Nanoro>: Half of it is corrupted by the purple
<Nanoro>: Purple spreads in the grass and the trees
<Nanoro>: .. Oh, right
<Nanoro>: One scene change was before the riding scene, forgot
<Nanoro>: A view of the other side of the mountain
<Nanoro>: A huge cauldron, surrounded by… Thousands of cultists wearing red robes, chanting as the purple haze rises
<Nanoro>: But, back to the current scene
<Nanoro>: I look up and see that something is falling from the cloud
<Nanoro>: As if it was shooting down at the ground below
<Nanoro>: Anywhere a large projectile hits, the corruption spreads
<Nanoro>: Plants rise from the purple grass, spitting out something into the clean areas and spreading it further
<Nanoro>: The horses flee, we are forced back into the woods on foot
<Nanoro>: We all run, but the corruption catches up
<Nanoro>: A purple haze turns into an eerie red mist
<Nanoro>: I look at my friends who are pale, emotionless, staring upwards at the treetops
<Nanoro>: The trees have no branches and are black, seemingly going on forever
<Nanoro>: Others arrive, villagers
<Nanoro>: People I know by name
<Nanoro>: They walk as if in dream , also looking up
<Nanoro>: Slowly, I turn my eyes up
<Nanoro>: And it all goes blank
<Nanoro>: Scene changes
<Nanoro>: Back to the top view
<Nanoro>: The cloud is twice the size of the mountain now
<Nanoro>: Half of the land is pirple
<Nanoro>: For a moment, the scene hangs, quietly
<Nanoro>: And then
<Nanoro>: The cloud falls over
<Nanoro>: Crashing into the mountain
<Nanoro>: Becoming a purple avalanche
<Nanoro>: And devouring the land underneath
<Nanoro>: The scene lingers for a while until I wake up
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a Type S Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell (HACC) in Site-113, and can request reading and listening material to be brought to it upon review. Any interviews will be conducted by Level Three Researchers Maxwell and Zacarias. In the case of medical emergencies, at least one doctor is to be on call at all times, assisted by a Level Three Researcher.
SCP-XXXX has been publicly declared dead as of 12/29/2017. As it is terminally ill and unable to communicate without the use of writing, as well as unable to play instruments, no further containment is needed.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an individual known as Marcelo Álvarez. SCP-XXXX's effects manifest whenever the subject performs any type of melody to any number of people. Any person listening to SCP-XXXX performing will react opposite to the perceived mood of a melody played. If a person perceives something performed by SCP-XXXX to be upbeat and happy, they will react in a depressed and downcast manner, and if a person perceives a performance to be angry and energetic, they will react in a sluggish and apathetic manner.
Performing includes playing any instrument that can produce different pitches, singing, humming, and sampling. These effects do not extend to audio or video recordings of any sort, nor do cover versions or duplication of melodies or songs played by SCP-XXXX carry these effects.
Documentation shows that Álvarez was born in Sertaozinho, Brazil on 01/05/1966, and had lived in the city for most of its life until 10/30/2008, where the subject then moved to Edgartown, MA.
Addendum: [INTERVIEWS AND MORE BACKSTORY GOES HERE]
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in
Description: SCP-XXXX is a framed painting measuring 1 meter tall by 3 meters wide. It depicts two old men
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
<thedeadlymoose>: the obvious thing to do would be 'lose and become one of them'
<thedeadlymoose>: extra spoopy bc every new entry sees the same original two
<Anaxagoras>: What is this?
<Decibelle>: that probably would be obvious, but i already did a thing that people interpret as a hivemind cult thing so i wanna avoid that road
<Decibelle>: Anaxagoras: idea im working on and trying to get feedback on
<thedeadlymoose>: maybe they were always people originally but there's only two at a time + newbie, and newbies who lose replace the person who's been there longest
<thedeadlymoose>: not sure if good idea
<thedeadlymoose>: hmmm
<TwistedGears>: idk the whole replace thing feels really… done
<thedeadlymoose>: it's absolutely been really done
<Decibelle>: yeah
<Anaxagoras>: That doesn't rule it out. Classic isn't the same as cliched.
<thedeadlymoose>: yup
TwistedGears shrugs
<thedeadlymoose>: I don't know of an interesting way to make that happen tho
<thedeadlymoose>: so I wouldn't use it if I were writing it
<thedeadlymoose>: but I'm not, so just throwing it out there
<Decibelle>: yeah, i wanna avoid the safe kind of pitfalls for this
<Decibelle>: thats why im trying to invent a whole new card game for this
<Anaxagoras>: Decibelle: I'm good with cards.
<Anaxagoras>: Tell me more.
<Decibelle>: should i c/p the idea i posted up there earlier for yout hen
<Anaxagoras>: Sure.
<Anaxagoras>: Ah.
<Anaxagoras>: Well, replace would be classical. And really not that bad.
<Anaxagoras>: Is it a three person card game?
<Kalinin>: Maybe losing should be the goal
<Decibelle>: oooo
<Anaxagoras>: Is the card game integral to their entrapment or is it just something they came up with?
<Decibelle>: the idea i had in mind with this is that theyre not intending to be malicious, they just want to play cards with people
<Decibelle>: but the nature of where they are makes it so people have to win/lose or else… things. the idea was if you win, you dont need to stay there
<Anaxagoras>: Hm.
<Anaxagoras>: So they're painting entities, and coincidentally, they have cards.
<Anaxagoras>: And like playing this one card game?
<Decibelle>: the painting is of these people playing cards
<Anaxagoras>: The card game itself is completely non-anomalous?
<Decibelle>: the card game itself is non-anomalous. but something they invented
<Anaxagoras>: Also, you should totally have a test with a card sharp going in.
<Decibelle>: i guess im being ambitious with this but
<Decibelle>: the game itself is non-anomalous; foundation staff have tested it outside of the painting world and nothing weird or strange is going on
<Decibelle>: but inside the painting, winning (or losing if i wanna go with kalinin's idea) means escaping
<Decibelle>: and these people arent supposed to be malicious in playing with others
<Anaxagoras>: Which of course raises the question of what not doing that means.
<Anaxagoras>: Or how anyone would win against entities that have been playing this game for years and years.
<Decibelle>: what not doing what, playing?
<Anaxagoras>: Not playing yes, or losing.
<Decibelle>: losing it… thats the main reason why i brought it up in the first place, because im not sure what losing would entail
<TwistedGears>: what if losing didn't mean anything, and just being there did
<Decibelle>: huh, how do you mean?
<TwistedGears>: like you go in the painting, and start getting paintified
<TwistedGears>: and they'll let you out if you win/lose
<Decibelle>: and if you dont succeed, nothing really happens; you just stay until you meet the objective
<TwistedGears>: or you get fully paintified, I guess
<TwistedGears>: I think whatever the hell the mechanic is, you should probably decide what the hell you want to /do/ with this first
<Decibelle>: yeah
<TwistedGears>: cuz you could go a million different ways
<TwistedGears>: like, the two painting people are you. and one of them leaves, depending on whether you win or lose. or some word-magic nonsense of "you get to leave when X"
<TwistedGears>: or they just like playing cards, and so you have to… like, lose to leave. They just happen to be /fucking terrible/ at the game /they/ made
<TwistedGears>: and then even that could get played straight or subverted
Writing Help/Prompts/Misc!
1. Dillinger: Write up 892 as a verse in the book of the CotBG ( http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-892 ) ( http://www.scp-wiki.net/church-of-the-broken-god-hub )
2. LordSpy: AWCY is actually run mainly by gerbils.
3. TwistedGears: 049 origin story ( http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-049 ) (Might not do this; I loathe 049.)
4. MouseMats: The Factory… does literally anything.
5. Reach: Write a love story
6. Soulless: oneiroi x wondertainment/oneiroi asking the foundation to help/oneiroi x serpent's hand/serpent's hand x wondertainment
7. Tag: Oneiroi x Nobody
8. Roget: anything to do with David Rosen
Soulless Challenge: Inevitability, Comfort
<Soulless>: Decibelle: great ways at grounding a pece even though it's set in a dream is to explore the dream while talking
<Soulless>: Decibelle: So encourage the reader to take a seat and don't mind that it may be made of, encourage a walk on a bridge of moonlight over a koi pond, then say things like "I know you've always liked koi ponds. They're my favorite, too." etc. etc.
<Soulless>: Decibelle: Then also have the voice of the narrator, give him or her a personality and attitude rather than philosophy alone, are they witty? Do they make jokes? Are they no-nonsense, even in dreams full of nonsense? e.g. in Fallen London you are called a "delicious friend" rather than just a friend, that's something that sticks with the reader as odd, slightly off-putting, but mostly harmless, but it does impact the reader
SCP Template:
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**Item #:** SCP-XXXX
**Object Class:** Safe/Euclid/Keter (indicate which class)
**Special Containment Procedures:** [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]
**Description:** [Paragraphs explaining the description]
**Addendum:** [Optional additional paragraphs]
Interview Template:
> **Interviewed:** [The person, persons, or SCP being interviewed]
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> **Interviewer:** [Interviewer, can be blocked out using █]
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> **Foreword:** [Small passage describing the interview]
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> **<Begin Log, [optional time info]>**
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> **Interviewer:** [speech]
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> **Person:** [speech]
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> [Repeat as necessary]
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> **<End Log, [optional time info]>**
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> **Closing Statement:** [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-2331
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-2670
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-1396
http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-022
And The Broken God shall inscribe upon the Magnetic Media the Spreadsheet Of Life And Death
"Behold, calleth The Broken God, I have given unto thee the Spreadsheet, and upon the names of 177,777 that I have chosen…"
"And of the Chosen you shall know what the Watcher has revealed of each. Of some, their Artistry, of some their Fears, of others their Diet…"
"It's hard to care anymore, you know?
Sure, before, I used to care."
[17:56] <@kaktus> 682 is actually a memetic hazard that causes anyone who is aware of it to want to kill it.
I Forget Myself in This Apocalyptic Night
I'm Having Today's Utter Perfection
What is the Purpose of This?
I Think I'll Start Counting Stars…
I Feel Connected to This Shrouded Night
I'm Into This Enigmatic Night
I'm Battling This Firey Morning
I'm Tickled Blue by This Velvet Night
I Have No Words for This Balmy Summer Afternoon
Do I Have a Name?
I Feel Great Serenity in Tonight's Snow
I Can't Get Enough of This Mysterious Night
What's It All About?
I Hear Only Screams in This Summer Evening
I'm Staring at This Wondrous Night
Am I Ugly?
I'm Uncontrollably Excited About This Sleepy Day
I Can't Tell Where the Wind Starts. It Just Keeps Going.
I See No Difference Between Me and This Dreamy Night
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Shit-Tier!
- These Tabs Suck, And So Do I!: Why This Tabview Exists
- SCP idea i had 2 years ago which i may or may not revisit cause its probably shit
- homestuck uiu xover that got deleted and sucks holy shit im sorry i posted this please smack my past self for this
- Porn Dystopia
so i wrote some really shitty stuff. at the moment, there are two three tabs here: "SCP idea i had 2 years ago", "homestuck uiu xover", and "Porn Dystopia" (lmao). the first two got deleted when i posted them two and almost three quarters three years ago (as of this writing), and Porn Dystopia is just an unredeemable concept unless i was a good writer. theyre awful. if you think theres any way you can rewrite them and make them better, please let me know. if you think any of these ideas are good and i should continue writing them, let me know. either way, this is my own personal wall of shame and ill never pick these up again unless someone makes me. maybe then i'll think of it!
Item #: SCP-1995
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Both SCP-1995-1 and SCP-1995-2 are to be held in Sector-10. Two SCP-1995-1 specimens are to be stored in an 18 cm x 18 cm x 26 cm ballistic laminate tank completely filled with desalinated water. The tank will be stored at Sector-10, locked in a 25 cm x 25 cm x 50 cm storage locker. No more experiments are to be done unless plans are written down and sent for approval to a Level 4 Head Project Researcher. In the case of any additional experiments, a separate 2 m x 2 m x 2 m cell has been set aside for additional testing. In the event of scheduled testing, specimens will be relocated to an identical storage tank in a separate clean room to allow for incidental maintenance of the primary tank. Any requests for experimentation are to be submitted to the current SCP-1995 Project Lead.
SCP-1995-2 instances are to be contained in storage lockers, roughly two (2) meters high, in their own 2.2 m x 2.2 m x 2.5 m cells, and must be placed no less than 40 m from one another or from SCP-1995-1. There should be no electronic devices capable of accessing the internet within 2.5 to 3 km of any of these containers. If anyone wishes to access an instance of SCP-1995-2 for experimentation, they must receive approval from both a Level 4 Head Project Researcher, as well as an Overseer. Any interviews must be approved and conducted in the presence of a Level 3 Researcher.
If there are any new reports or discoveries of any new cases of SCP-1995, or if the description is a likely match to SCP-1995, Mobile Task Force Phi-1 (aka, "Hard Drive Maintenance") are to be sent immediately to the source of the report(s), obtaining any instances and administering Class-B amnesiacs as needed.
Description: SCP-1995-1 is a complex automaton superficially resembling a bedbug. It is highly resistant to physical damage, but can be immobilized by water or destroyed via fire. When a person enters REM sleep, it will bite the target's neck, injecting them with a poison, which acts in two stages. The first stage acts as an anesthetic, preventing the person from responding to any external stimuli for a total of nine hours at which point the victim will wake up. The poison can not filter out of the body through any means, and will continue circulate through the bloodstream. After biting, SCP-1995-1 will enter the mouth, making its way to the stomach. There, it will become dormant until the next time the victim enters sleep.
While a victim is awake, they begin to experience feelings of drowsiness, irritability, and a slightly slowed reaction time to events around them throughout the day. The next time a victim enters REM mode, they will skip to deep sleep. SCP-1995-1 will become active again and generate two eggs into the stomach, which will spawn two more instances. All three specimens begin to travel up to the mouth to leave. The two new specimens will begin to exit, with the original burying itself into one of the eye sockets. During this, the poison injected in the bitten victim will start to enter its second phase where the victim will experience visible pain and discomfort, starting with paralysis in the lower half of the body that eventually spreads to the whole body, brain damage, [REDACTED]. Despite this, the victim will not wake up at any point, and will be converted into an instance of SCP-1995-2 in a timespan of approximately 2 hours.
SCP-1995-2 is a sapient coffin-shaped computer, the outer shell composed of steel. The body begins to convert into a computer through unknown purposes, starting with the insides. Organs and inner layers of the skin will turn into different componets of a computer, with the original instance of SCP-1995-1 forming an antennae. Outer skin will convert into an outer shell with the lower torso forming an LCD screen. The computer has two halves that can be opened; however, the top half is inaccessible, while the bottom half opens to reveal basic computer components that can not be removed. The coffin can communicate to researchers with the LCD screen, and only in binary code. It can not be turned off by any means, through any force applied to it, liquids poured on/in it, or lack of power (and as of ██/██/2███, it can even function [DATA EXPUNGED]. See Addendum SCP-1995-A for more details.)
Whenever three or more instances of SCP-1995-2 are within 2 km of any electronic device capable of accessing and using the internet, and are within at least 20 meters of each other, they will intercept the signal and connect to the computers, creating and forming a network with each other. All instances will download any file and program to themselves and wipe the original devices clean, while also being able to access the internet. A shared IP for these three computers has been located and recorded as ███.█.███.██; however no known activity of any kind since it first connected has been observed yet. The purposes of this is unknown. Any new experiment ideas must be submitted to the head researcher.
Addendum SCP-1995-A: Multiple experiments were conducted to determine the nature of both SCP-1995-1 and SCP-1995-2. One such experiment involved keeping an infected D-Class awake for as long as possible. The D-Class stayed awake for ██ days, before expiring to sleep deprivation, after which the site [DATA EXPUNGED] contained quickly, D-Class involved have been terminated ahead of schedule, and a new instance [DATA EXPUNGED].
An interview with one SCP-1995-2 instance about the origins of its creation has been fruitless. It flashed a single message on the LCD screen over and over until the researcher formally ended the interview and left. The following is said message:
We are building
We are connecting
Waiting to be joined
The two Level B researchers stared at the object hovering in the cell. The field agents that retrieved the item had assured them that this was indeed anomalous, having gotten it at a yard sale at the high school a good 20 miles away. Aside from being labeled 'Beat Mesa', there wasn't much that was odd with it, at least as far as they could see. The item in question was a floating record, with some notable differences. It could play, but no sound came out of it. In appearance, it was mostly the same; however, the bottom part of the record contained interlocked and connected gears, stretching down a few inches. It weighed around five pounds, more than any other record should. When it wasn't being played in a record player or being held, it floated in the air. They had only done very limited testing, but they needed to find out more.
"Z-H4136280-B. In front of you is a record. Please pick it up and bring it up to your shoulders, then drop it." The Z-Class looked back at the glass window, trying to see through it in the hopes that the researchers were really joking around and snickering. Nothing. He muttered a few swears under his breath and did as he was told. As the record dropped, it stopped at the last second before impact and hovered. "Now, please pick up the record again, and throw it to the ground as hard as you can." And so he did, but the result was largely the same, stopping right before impact. "You may go back to your Z-Class cell and await the next test." The researcher, named Harvey, sighed and looked at his colleague. "Do you think we should just file this away in some locker? Doesn't seem like much to me."
"Well, let's just get these next rounds of testing over with. After, we can just store it away if the other fellas want to as well." John shrugged at Harvey and turned back. The next Z-Class was herded into the room, looking around in confusion.
"Z-H1025111-A. On the wall over to your right, there is a record player. Take the record in front of you, place it in the record player, and play it from any point." Sure enough, no sound at all aside from the faint hum of the player. "Alright, one more test for the day. Take the record out of the player and drop it. Next to the player there should be a quill with a sharpened tip. Starting from the outside, scratch the record until you reach the middle." Both his colleague and the Z-Class (through the window) looked at him in utter bewilderment. The mic was quickly muted while the test was carried out in reluctance.
"Why would you let him do that? We could potentially waste an item we don't know about, just like that!" He shrugged and replied, turning back to look at the Z-Class.
"We have to test it to find out what it does. Might as well take our chances." After a minute, the record had been carefully scratched. The scratch was glowing ever so slightly, and yet everything was still intact. Harvey turned the mic back on. "Please put the record in the player and attempt to play it again." This time, the record skipped erratically with complete randomness. Only scratching noises came out of the record. "Quick, take it out and drop it. You're done for the day." The Z-Class was escorted out, and the two researchers looked at each other for a bit. Finally, John went into the room with latex gloves and retrieved the record. "It doesn't do anything. Let's just leave it in a locker and go grab lunch. I'm starving."
As the two exited to go and oversee testing and containment of another anomaly, their superior stopped them right at the door. Never before had they received as stern of a look as they had at that moment. The eyes had said it all. They were in trouble, or at least they were going to be heavily questioned. The superior grunted and walked into an adjacent hallway. They had no choice but to follow.
Their ears rang and they could hear a faint buzz. Everything was so silent, a fly could damage their hearing. They had no idea what to expect, or why they were being led to their fate. Demoted, fired, embarrassed, all real possibilities. As they approached their superior's office, a loud voice boomed.
"When did you test Confirmed Anomaly 2?" They almost stopped walking in shock. Something must have gone wrong during testing. Harvey quietly spoke up after a few seconds.
"Um… not even two hours ago. Why?" He didn't answer. And so they walked in silence for another few minutes, anticipation building. Finally, they trudged into his office, closing the door behind them. Immediately, they all sat down together around the table. Their superior breathed in a bit and exhaled, starting to talk again.
"Did you know that there was an incident that happened at a high school approximately 25 miles away from here? ██████████ High School they call it. Students arrived at school, only to find out that everything changed. Classrooms were different, computers installed, auditorium blocked off, the whole place got changed in the blink of an eye. We don't know the extent of the differences yet, but we figure the whole school transformed into… something. And it happened less than two hours ago, in the same time frame you were doing your tests on CA2. Now, the UIU is going to send in a team to investigate, but whatever you two have done, is very serious. We're classifying it as a new anomaly, CA3." The two sat in silence, not knowing how to reply or what to say to calm their superior. They didn't need to. "The both of you, for running unauthorized testing, are demoted to clerical duty. CA2 will be stored in its own containment cell for further study by other Level B researchers. You can go to your new assigned jobs immediately."
"Where do you think it came from?"
"Where what came from?" Harvey wasn't particularly in the mood to talk. He felt terrible, and unsure about his future. What if this new anomaly was threatening and dangerous?
"The Beat Mesa thing. CA2. I mean, it can't be a coincidence that our testing with scratching it and all made this happen." The two got in the elevator and punched a button to the top floor, passing by several floors containing containment cells, lockers, and Z-Class. True, it wasn't a big place really, but they were building it. Harvey pondered the question seriously. Could they ever find out? Objects that broke and defied the laws of physics, paranormal entities…
"I don't think we're meant to know." When the elevator reached the top floor, they found desks newly installed for them, with all the necessary equipment. The both sighed, but went over to their stations and got to work. Already there were files needed to be filled, memos to be sent, and budgets to be balanced. Harvey looked out the window he was stationed next to and got a dreary view of the surrounding desert. The sun glistened and caught his eye. He had a feeling that this was going to be a very long day.
UIU File 00██: Connection between CA2 and CA3
It is as of yet unknown what connections there are between the two anomalies. What is known is that during testing of CA2, "The Beat Mesa", an event triggered causing CA3 to form. It is theorized that scratching the surface of CA2 is the source of CA3 forming at ██████████ High School. Further testing has been denied as of ██/██/196█.
An email was sent to many people. The total count was never found out, but conservative estimates placed it around the 1 million range. The daily office drone, a high-ranking politician, lower-class families barely able to afford internet, and even successful businessmen, all had checked their accounts that day to discover some strange, new email from someone they had never known. With it came an attachment, which placed the email in the spam boxes of roughly half of those people. Some even outright deleted it. That still left a total of around 50,000 who curiously checked their email, and saw the title. At this point, all but a few thousand had deleted the email out of fear of a virus, but it still left enough to check out what was in their inbox that day. And there was an executable, just for the user.
The email subject and attached file was called "Thefactory.exe".
Think of a rabbit. Two rabbits engaging in a sexual act will last 40 seconds, tops. The gestation lasts for a month, and will have litters of four to twelve kits. Then the rabbits mate again as soon as the next day. Twelve kits. Every single one born healthy and in an environment to ensure their survival. Over a whole season, as few as 100 kits could be born. All ready to grow into rabbits, ready to reproduce again. And then those kits grow up and mate. 100 new baby rabbits.
And then those ones grow up and mate.
"Thefactory.exe" was popular everywhere. So popular, in fact, it was one of the single worst breaches in Foundation history. There was no sure origin for where the breach originated. SCP-1004 had stopped spreading like it used to. Something changed, and by the time the Foundation knew who was allegedly behind it and how it was done (a fairly well-off animator in Georgia who managed to get a copy and uploaded it and spread it for everyone to see), it was too late to do anything. Pretty soon, copies spread everywhere. Then those copies of copies. Then those copies of copies of copies.
Rabbits sometimes cannibalize their babies. This is always the result of a stillborn litter, however. Rabbits have no concept of sexual gratification beyond reproduction. If they truly did, would cannibalism be part of it? Would they do it for gratification, stillborn or otherwise?
Paraphilia can come in many different forms. This includes vanilla sex, light bondage, missionary, the feeling of being a slave, sex tapes of celebrities, flowers and trees, food, degredation, mutilation, cannibalism…
Society was now run by deviants.
Personal Writing Checklist
Categories to Write | Did I Write It? |
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Safe | SCP-2110 (Safe Haven), SCP-2091 (A Bear and His Granddaughter), [SCP-2246 (You Set the Scene) |
Euclid | SCP-2620 (Food Critique), SCP-2290 (It's fine.) (Cimmerian, Rewritten) |
Keter | SCP-2906 (&) |
Thaumiel | x |
Joke | x |
Explained | x |
Neutralized | x |
Alexylva University | x |
Anart | Anime is Art Too, Guys |
Anderson | SCP-2906 (&) |
Antarctic Empire | x |
Are We Cool Yet? | x |
The Black Queen | x |
The Chaos Insurgency | x |
The Children of the Scarlet King | x |
The Church of the Broken God | x |
Class of '79 | x |
Doctor Wondertainment | x |
Eric | x |
The Factory | x |
The Fifth Church | x |
The Global Occult Coalition | x |
GRU Division "P" | x |
Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting | x |
The Horizon Initiative | x |
The Journeymen | x |
The Knights of Truth | x |
Manna Charitable Foundation | x |
Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. | x |
"Nobody" | x |
Office For The Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts | x |
Oneiroi Collective | x |
Prometheus Labs, Inc. | x |
Sarkic Cults | x |
The Serpent's Hand | SCP-2091 (A Bear and His Granddaughter) |
Shark Punching Center | x |
Unusual Incidents Unit | SCP-2906 (&) |
Wanderer's Library | x |
+100 | x |
Audio | x |
Challenges | x |
Co-Authored | SCP-2906 (&) (TwistedGears), SCP-2290 (It's fine.) (Cimmerian, Rewritten) |
Collaborations | And Then I Died… Part III |
Contest Entries | My Beloved Gecko (Crack Fiction Contest) |
Essays | x |
GOI Formats | x |
Hubs | x |
Poetry | x |
Rewrites | x |
Supplements | x |
Successful Crosslinking | x |
Successful Crosstesting | x |
Successful Expungement in Containment Procedures | x |
LGBTQA+ Representation
- Fish - Anomalous Incidents
- Researcher Rose Labelle - All of Me Wants All of You, SCP-1848, So It Was, Vignettes About a Multiverse, by Two Nobodies
- SCP-073
- SCP-1985
- SCP-2240
- Aurianne Sharpe - Anabasis Hub
- Agent A Adams - Game Day, Resurrection
- Charles Anborough - Exit History, Footsteps
- Dodger - The Stuff Industry Hub, WELCOME TO THE MISSION WATCH BULLETIN BOARD
- Sophia Light
- Dr. Calixto Narváez - SCP-2264, SCP-2480
- O5-2 (Resurrection) - Ecce Perago
- Dr. Jack Bright
- Simon Glass
- Lonnie/Lono - Crossing the Streams, Dark Roots
- Agatha Rights
- SCP-1541
- Avery Solace (Genderqueer) - They Who Find Darkness Loving
- Jakob Aldon - Learning the Alphabet
- D-9350 - SCP-2110
- Vanessa Graff - Nucleation, SCP-1422, SCP-2357
- Researcher Rose Labelle - All of Me Wants All of You, SCP-1848, So It Was, Vignettes About a Multiverse, by Two Nobodies
- Priscilla Locke - Anabasis Hub
- O5-4 (Resurrection)
- Spider - Global Occult Coalition Casefiles
- The Current Administrator - Competitive Eschatology Hub
- Asherah - Competitive Eschatology Hub
- Dr. Jack Bright (Genderfluid)
- Agent Diogenes
- Director Tilda Moose (Genderqueer) - Resurrection, SCP-003
- O5-10 (Resurrection)
- SCP-590
- Avery Solace (Genderqueer) - They Who Find Darkness Loving
- Alto Clef
- Ruiz Duchamp - The Cool War
- Finnegan - Learning the Alphabet
- Dr. Judith Low - Dr. Judith Low Personnel File
- Pico Wilson - The Cool War
- SCP-076
- SCP-1252
Character Sheets
Character | Gender | DOB |
---|---|---|
Rose Labelle | Female | 09/13/1980 |
Jeffery Ash | Male | 03/20/1981 |
Yuukyuu | Female | 05/10/1991 |
Perpetual Writing Playlist
Here's an (incomplete) list of music I listen to when I write shit.
- Aphex Twin - Selected Ambient Works 85-92
- Bohren & Der Club of Gore - Black Earth
- Can - Tago Mago
- Circle Takes the Square - As the Roots Undo
- Darkside - Psychic
- Miles Davis - Bitches Brew
- Miles Davis - Kind of Blue
- Godspeed You! Black Emperor - 'Asunder, Sweet And Other Distress'
- Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven!
- Darren Korb - Bastion Original Soundtrack
- Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly
- Macintosh Plus - Floral Shoppe
- O' God the White Whale - Never Knows Best
- outmind - champloo.LP
- Pink Floyd - Meddle
- Shudder to Think - Pony Express Record
- Slint - Spiderland
- Sufjan Stevens - Illinois
- Swans - Soundtracks for the Blind
- Swans - To Be Kind
- Television Sky - Endless Surface
- Kanye West - 808s & Heartbreak
- Akira Yamaoka - Silent Hill 2 OST
Useful Links Thing
Here are some links that staff (and even regular users) can keep on-hand that aren't listed on the sidebar or in the dropdown menus above.
- FiftyNine's SCPper's Stats Tool, which searches for a Wikidot user's profile from any SCP Foundation branch and gives voting stats on their articles, as well as displays voting patterns for their own votes. Useful for keeping track of signs of malicious downvoting. Updates weekly (on Sundays, I believe).
- Userscripts, which hosts a bunch of different scripts for people. Useful for quickly PM'ing someone, seeing their article karma, and who's staff, among other things.
Failing SCPs are not an excuse to shitpost and make contentless, unnecessary posts that do not benefit the author, the community, or yourself in any way, shape, or form. Please reread the Criticism Policy and get acquainted with the difference between constructive criticism and effortless posting.
Item #: SCP-245
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-245 cannot be physically contained by any means currently available, Foundation efforts are focused on suppression of public knowledge and covert coordination with NASA, FKA, and other space agencies to minimize the possibility of contact between SCP-245 and orbital assets.
See Document 245-0210-A for information pertaining to emergency suppression procedures in the case of public dissemination of knowledge regarding SCP-245, as well as protocol regarding the handling of civilian 'discovery' of SCP-245.
Description: SCP-245 is an unidentified object hovering over the Earth, located directly over ██°██'██"N ███°██'██"W at an altitude of ███ km. Despite the fact that it is impossible for an orbital body to maintain a geosynchronous position at LEO distance, observation of SCP-245 to date has shown no degradation of its orbit or emission traces that would indicate powered correction of its position.
Direct observation of SCP-245 has proven difficult as SCP-245 appears to heavily distort light and radiation passing through or reflecting off of its surface. Current estimates places the object at approximately █ m in diameter with a mass of approximately █,███ kg. Spectroscopic and [REDACTED] analysis are inconclusive, but suggest that SCP-245 may be composed mainly of metallic alloys with traces of [REDACTED]. As such, it is currently assumed that SCP-245 is most likely artificial.
The same effect that makes SCP-245 difficult to observe also causes catastrophic damage to any electronic device that passes within 46 km, making it impossible to make close range orbital passes for photography or analysis. To date, over ██ military and commercial LEO satellites have been damaged or destroyed by SCP-245 and analysis of recovered electronics has exhibited damage consistent with exposure to a high-intensity electromagnetic pulse (EMP). Covert coordination with international space agencies is currently ongoing to reduce the likelihood of additional incidents.
SCP-245 was first detected on ██/█/200█ following loss of contact with NSA satellite [REDACTED] and observation of its last known position utilizing ground-based telescopes. Research into SCP-245's origin and purpose are ongoing, as well as continued research into mitigating its destructive effects.
Addendum 245-001: Incident 245-014
Please see Document 245-0014-I ("Contact lost with military satellite USA 193 shortly after launch.", █/██/2008)
Addendum 245-002: Incident 245-017
Please see Document 245-0017-I ("Orbiting Carbon Observatory crashes after launch.", █/██/2009)
Addendum 245-003: In the aftermath of Incident 245-017, updated analysis of SCP-245 has shown an increase in mass of approximately 3.7% since initial observation. Furthermore, while no positional or emission change was detected, the range of SCP-245's field effect has also increased by approximately 1.9%. Contingency plans are being developed in case the effect field grows to sufficient size to threaten the International Space Station or other major orbital assets.
Addendum 245-004:
The proposal to attempt to knock SCP-245 out of orbit using a kinetic impactor has been declined pending further research and analysis of SCP-245's nature and effect. Without enough understanding of its abilities, any attempt to retrieve it from orbit is far too dangerous to be allowed at this point.
Dr. █████████
Senior Researcher
Skeleton Key
Dollar
Blue Candle
Stop Watch
Scissors
D8
Mega Blast
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/blue%202.mp3 (Intro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/blue%203.mp3 (Outro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/Red%201.mp3 (Intro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/Red%202.mp3 (Outro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/yellow%201.mp3 (Intro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/yellow%202.mp3 (Outro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/Bry.mp3 (All of them in one song)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/bry%202.mp3 (All of them in one song with new ambient outro)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/70420105/bry%20short.mp3 (All of the intros in one song)