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- Random Human Generator
- Hallow contest
- SCP-049-DJ
- Doomsday (back burner/scraped)
- Sahara Creeper (back burner)
- ARG (back burner)
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained near the center of Site-211. SCP-XXXX is to be powered off at all times.
In the case of an SCP-XXXX-1 generation, it is to be isolated from human contact and observed until it dematerializes. All damage caused by SCP-XXXX-1 is to be examined before attempting repairs.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a laptop of unknown make and model having symbols associated with thaumaturgy carved upon the exterior. SCP-XXXX runs on ███████ ██ and contains a program named "RHG.exe" and a .txt file called "Readme.txt"1. Upon execution of "RHG.exe", a window opens containing three options, "Generate", "Edit code", and "Quit". Clicking on "Generate" creates an SCP-XXXX-A instance within 200 meters in a horizontal direction of SCP-XXXX, clicking on "Edit code" opens up a window that contains the source code for "RHG.exe", and clicking on "Quit" closes the program. Attempts of running "RHG.exe" on different computers have met with failure.
SCP-XXXX-A instances appear to be randomly clothed humans with random characteristics determined by "RHG.exe" including a randomly determined anomalous property. SCP-XXXX-A instances' actions are seemingly random, and typically instances are hostile or otherwise uncooperative. SCP-XXXX-A instances cease to exist after exactly one hour after generation.
Addendum-XXXX-1:
Test-06
Description: An Asian male of an approximate age of 60 wearing a bathrobe.
Behavior: Immediately after generation in Site-211's break room, SCP-XXXX-A-06 sat down in a corner and started to cry. When hearing SCP-XXXX-A-06, staff reported seeing lamps out of the corner of their eyes. SCP-XXXX-A-06 continued to cry for the entire hour after its generation.
Test-08
Description: A male of unknown race or age wearing a Jester's costume.
Behavior: Upon generation in SCP-XXXX's containment chamber, SCP-XXXX-A-8 self-immolated and self-terminated not long after. The fire did not spread from SCP-XXXX-A-8's corpse before it dematerialized.
Test-11
Description: A European female of an approximate age of 30 wearing a suit and tie.
Behavior: SCP-XXXX-A-11 generated within a security checkpoint. SCP-XXXX-A-11 refused to speak and attempted to dismantle any object that it could find. SCP-XXXX-A-11 secreted an unknown substance from its hands that caused objects to become nearly frictionless. SCP-XXXX-A-11 was isolated and moved to an empty containment cell for the remainder of the hour after generation. After SCP-XXXX-A-11 dematerialized, the substance did as well.
Test-18
Description:
Behavior:
Test-21
Description: Unknown
Behavior: Upon generation in an empty containment cell, SCP-XXXX-A-21 exploded, causing considerable damage to the cell. No injuries or casualties occurred.
Note: All testing of SCP-XXXX is to be suspended until further notice. We cannot afford another incident like this. -Site Director McKnight
Doc-XXXX-1:
Hello, If you have this laptop and are reading this, I lost it, you stole it, or I am dead. In any of those cases, please return it to the Wander's Library. If you don't know what that is, search for it and they will find you. Please do not read past this paragraph if you are not a member of the Wanderer's Library. I mean, I can't stop you, but I asked nicely.
The purpose of the program on this computer is research. It is a tool to test my theories
I am, at this point, at a low point into my research.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered when a mummified corpse
The night air was crisp, not too warm, not too cold. The night sky was clear, full moon, no clouds. One would say it was the perfect night for today's celebration. The children walking up and down the street were briming with energy. The houses on Archer Row were decked with spider webs, gravestones, scarecrows, skeletons, and carved pumpkins. Well, most houses anyway.
A large man in a zombie mask, hoodie, and jeans walked down the street. He was looking at the houses and not much else. A group of kids in costumes with bags of candy ran past him. The man had no quarrel with them; they were enjoying the night. In their excitement, they didn't see the very real and sharp gardening shears he had in his hand.
The Being typically spent this night walking through neighborhoods like this. Every year he did this and then he slept for the rest of it. He knew someone told him to do this, although he couldn't remember who. He found what he was looking for. A dull, boring house that was not festive in the slightest. Not even a single pumpkin or bowl of candy. That simply couldn't do.
The man walked up to the house without hesitation and tried the door. It was open. He listened for a television, to see if it at least was playing a special. It was playing a trashy reality show. He shook his head before he closed the door silently, walked to the back and found the breaker box. He cut the wires with precision, after all, he had done it before.
The power went out in the house. The lone occupant of the house, An older single woman, panicked as The Being entered the backdoor by breaking the glass, a sound muted to the outside world by his presence. The woman got up to run and scream from him, but the moment her feet hit the ground she stumbled and lost her breath. She tried crawling, but she suddenly became very exhausted as The Being walked slowly to catch up to her. He knew she could not run from him. She tried to reach her landline, but it was futile as the Being was already atop her, as his shears pierced the back of her neck.
The blood ran off his clothes like it was nothing. It stayed on his shears, however. He took off his glove, revealing a normal hand. He dipped his fingers in the pool of blood, and he drew a picture of a pumpkin on the living room wall with it. He then drew more decorative images on other walls, in an effort to make the house festive.
The Being returned the glove to his hand. He then pulled his sheers back out of her neck, causing more blood to flow from the wound. He looked around, satisfied with his work. The house was now properly spooky. He figured, however, he should work on his drawing skills. His ghost looked like a cartoon, not to mention his terrible attempt at a skeleton. But decorations were decorations, as long as they were in the spirit of the season.
He went into the kitchen, the darkness not slowing him down. He searched the pantry and fridge for something sweet. He found chocolate, although there wasn't much there. If he had the time, he would make the sweets himself. It didn't matter, he still had to patrol the night, punishing those who didn't celebrate.
The Being left the house and left the chocolate on the porch.
"Yup, that's the anomaly alright." The ginger MTF operative leader said as he lowered binoculars after looking at The Being leave a gray house.
They were camped out at the neighborhood pool house, which was cleared out for the season. The home owner's association didn't bother to decorate the building, making it a prime target for the anomaly. The MTF squad had their weapons stored away for an ambush.
"Looks like the Doc's 'predictive pattern' was correct," the tall MTF operative muttered in-between swings of his bat, "it’s just a shame that we had to let it kill someone before we could engage."
"Look, we know the Foundation's system isn't perfect. 'Greater good' and all that. We don't make the rules. I hate this job" The bald MTF operative retorted.
"Keep talking like that, and you'll get sacked and gaslighted." the tall one said with a smile.
"Besides, you know what the doctor said. If we apprehended some random person, then we would miss the opportunity to get the anomaly until next year." the bald one responded.
"Can someone please remind me why I'm the one in the nurse's costume? I'm really missing my guns." the final MTF operative on the team complained. It was one of those thin, cheap costumes, that sat on the shelf until Thanksgiving.
"Because you have the most experience talking with anomalies." the MTF leader said drearily, "You are also the youngest on the team. We need it to get to this pool house somehow."
"And you lost the other day's bet," the tall one added. "you bet that the D-class died in that collapse. We believed in him."
She just huffed.
The leader activated his radio "Spook Leader to Haunted House, preparing for engagement, copy."
The radio responded, "Haunted House to Spook Leader, proceed, over."
"Right, Spook-2, get out there."
She sighed and picked up the bag of candy that was assembled by the Foundation.
The Being was on the search once again. A young woman, possibly a teenager, bumped into him. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She dropped her bag, slightly spilling its contents.
The Being only grunted in response. As the woman bent over to pick up her split candy, she looked him up and down. "Well, aren't you festive? You know, I just love this season. The atmosphere is what really makes me love it." she was lying through her teeth. He started to walk away. "But, hey!" She tried to move in front of him, "You know who isn't festive? The neighborhood pool. I say we go over to it and vandalize the shit out of it. What do you think?"
The Being did not say anything but agreed with her. Looking at the pool house, it wasn't decorated at all and there seemed to be people inside not celebrating as well. He started moving toward the building, ignoring the young woman as she continued to talk.
Her voice trailed away as she let him walk away toward the pool house. "That was easier than I thought it would be," she said when he left hearing distance. The nurse turned around and dug in her bag and pulled out a radio. "Spook-2 to Spook Leader, Target is moving to your location, over."
"Spook Leader to Spook-2, confirmed, get suited up, over." the leader responded over the radio. "You two get ready for the ambush." The bald and the tall MTF operatives both went into side hallways as the leader stood in the main room with his side-arm. He once again spoke to his radio. "Remember, we can't run away from it, we sedate this thing now or we die. No retreating."
The tall one couldn't help but see the bald one praying. He finished and then he asked the tall MTF, "Why do you still have that bat? I don't think that will help you win against a supernatural killer."
"Hey, look, I've got a really good swinging arm, you never know when that'll help. I don't judge you for praying."
The leader chimed in. "both of you hush up, it's almost here."
The Being broke down the front door and the leader immediately shot him with tranquilizers. The three syringes sticking out of him seemed to have no effect as he charged the leader. The side-arm ran out of ammunition; the leader looked at his gun and then back up. The leader ran at him and, just as they were going to collide, slid on the ground past him.
The Being tried to turn around but the bald and the tall MTF operatives started firing more tranquilizers at him. He then growled like an animal and threw his shears at the bald one. As he tried to dodge, one of his legs buckled and the shears embedded itself in his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and moved behind his corner. The Being swiped at his front and the syringes fell. The tall one also fell back behind his corner, losing his breath.
The leader stabbed The Being in the back with a combat knife and It didn't bleed. It grabbed the leader's arm, threw him out in front of itself, and started walking slowly toward him. The tall MTF shot at it with a real gun, the bullets causing him to make it recoil a small bit, but not much else. It picked up the leader in a choke-hold, and the tall one held his fire.
The Being threw the leader at the tall MTF, breaking the leader's back. It started to walk to the bald one. As The Being rounded the corner, it saw the bald MTF with a shotgun. It was shot and slid back a small bit, but before he could reload, The Being ripped the shears from his shoulder and slashed his neck. It turned to the two on the ground.
The Being slowly walked over to the MTF on the ground, but halfway there, it was shot in the side of the head with a tranquilizer. It turned its head to see the girl from earlier now in full MTF gear. She shot more rounds into the anomaly, it was noticeably slower, but it kept moving. She swore as she ran out of syringes. She tried to take a step back, but she stumbled and fell backward. She tried crawling away, but her hands slipped as she tried to move. The Being was getting close.
The tall MTF member picked up one of his weapons, ran up to The Being and swung a metal baseball bat at its head. A loud metal clang rang in the room just before the thump of its body hitting the ground.
The room stood still, with the only sound being the two MTF breathing heavily. Their eyes met and they both shared an understanding. The metal bat clanged to the ground as the tall MTF ran to check up on his fallen comrades.
The other functioning MTF member got up and ran over to The Being and secured its hands behind its back with strong, metal, restraints. She also pulled back the mask from its neck, revealing a tattoo that said "Mr. Slasher Villain", before stabbing a large syringe into it containing a very strong, and heavy, sedative.
The tall one activated his radio, "Spook-3 to Haunted House, the target is neutralized, Spook Leader and Spook-4 are down. Requesting clean-up, over."
As "Haunted House" responded, Spook-2 spotted a piece of paper in The Being's shoe, just being visible against the white socks it had. She reached hesitantly down and pulled it out. Other than the fact it was crushed for a long time, it looked and felt fine. She unfolded the paper.
Holy Heck! You've just found yourself your very own Mr. Slasher Villain by Gamers Against Weed! Ch-ch-ch-a-a-a. Who is Dr. Wondertainment?
Collect them all and become Mr. Gamer!
01. Mr. Literal Serial Killer
02. Mr. Normie
03. Mr. Bernie Sanders
04. Mr. Get Anything For Free In Any Shop
13. Mr. Slasher Villain ✔
20. Mr. Sex Number
21. Mr. Heavenly Virtues
22. Mr. Deadly Sins
23. Mr. Original Character
24. Mr. D.A.R.E.
25. Mr. Gentrification
26. Ms. Mad About Video Games
27. Mr. Meme
28. Mr. Ominous (discontinued)
29. Mr. Destiny
30. Mr. Monty Python And The Holy Grail
31. Ms. Zapatista
32. Mr. Hax
33. Mr. Just Has The Tattoo
34. Mr. Top Text and Mr. Bottom Text
35. Mr. Finale
An album cover SCP-049-DJ created while on it's laptop.
Item #: SCP-049-DJ
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment procedures: SCP-049-DJ is contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell in Research Sector-03 at Site-19.
Limited internet access and access to an audio producing booth are to be granted to SCP-049-DJ upon good behavior.
Description: SCP-049-DJ is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.9 meters in height, which bears the appearance of a medieval plague doctor, with the exception of the modern backpack it wears on it's back and headphones it wears mostly around its neck. While SCP-049-DJ appears to be wearing the thick robes and the leather mask indicative of that profession, the garments instead seem to have grown out of SCP-049-DJ's body over time2, and are now nearly indistinguishable from whatever form is beneath them. X-rays indicate that despite this, SCP-049-DJ does have a humanoid skeletal structure beneath its outer layer. SCP-049-DJ has back complications due to its bad posture.
SCP-049-DJ is capable of speech in a variety of languages, and seems to know almost all aspects of music, and is known to sing or hum on occasion.3 SCP-049-DJ is cordial to Foundation staff with a background in some sort of music,4 otherwise it simply ignores them. SCP-049-DJ becomes very exited in the presence of music it deems as "Sick beats".5 How SCP-049-DJ determines what are sick beats and what is not is currently unknown to Foundation researchers, and seems to be completely random.
SCP-049-DJ will become obsessed with music it deems as being Sick beats, often having to be restrained should it encounter such. If left unchecked, SCP-049-DJ will generally attempt to destroy the medium the music is stored on; SCP-049-DJ is capable of causing the medium to be destroyed, unplayable or otherwise corrupted upon contact. How this occurs is currently unknown. SCP-049-DJ has expressed frustration or remorse after this destruction, claiming that it "had to be done" to create it's "Curative beats". Afterward, however, SCP-049-DJ will seek to then repair the medium using the implements contained within its backpack.6 SCP-049-DJ is always successful in repairing the medium in a way that uses the original audio of the medium in a way that can be described as a "remix". These remixes have been dubbed as SCP-049-DJ-2. SCP-049-DJ-2, though non-anomalous, is a source of morale for certain Foundation personnel. Foundation personnel are not permitted to share SCP-049-DJ-2 with non-Foundation personnel.
Addendum 049.DJ.1: Discovery
SCP-049-DJ was discovered after reports of unique damage to music from a DJ expo in 2018, due to a being that resembled the appearance of SCP-049. Upon investigation, SCP-049-DJ was found in a security booth after being detained. The security team released SCP-049-DJ into Foundation custody. Proper amnestics were administered.
The following interview was conducted by Dr. Vernon Cash during the initial investigation.
Interviewer: Dr. Vernon Cash
Interviewee: SCP-049-DJ
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Cash: (In French) Hello, Let's start with an introduction-
SCP-049-DJ: Might I inquire, why you are speaking French? We are in America, yes?
Dr. Cash: (In English) Um, yes. Right, I am Dr. Cash-
SCP-049-DJ: Do you like music?
Dr. Cash: Why, yes. In fact, I am the conductor for the Foundation orchestra.
SCP-049-DJ: Ah, how interesting! A con-doctor! It is brilliant to find a man of music, and science! Ahem, where are my manners? I am DJ Doc-seven-or.
SCP-049-DJ holds out its hand, seemingly for a handshake. Dr. Cash doesn't move.
Dr. Cash: Do you mean "doctor" but with a "7" instead of a "t"?
SCP-049-DJ lowers it's hand and cocks its head.
SCP-049-DJ: Well, yes, that's how you spell it, but not how you pronounce it. It's like Deadmou-five, yes?
Dr. Cash: I see… Can you explain to me why you were at the Expo?
SCP-049-DJ: There were going to be DJs there, yes? That meant that a lot of sick beats would be there too. Much like normal sickness, sick beats spread. I could not let that happen, I had to use my curative beats to stop it.
Dr. Cash: I'm sorry, what do you mean by "sick" and "curative beats"? Does it have anything to do with a certain "pestilence"?
SCP-049-DJ: Heavens no, certainly not that. It's, um, how do you say… Blast it! I cannot for the life of me think of the words to describe it. But, you know those types of songs… the ones that make you… the ones that… I apologize, I can't seem to find my words. I assure you, con-doctor, It is very important.
Dr. Cash: But it has nothing to do with the pestilence?
SCP-049-DJ: No parallels what so ever.
Dr. Cash: Right, that brings me to my next question, You have striking similarities to another entity in Foundation custody, right down to your anomalous properties. Do you happen to know the entity that I am talking about?
SCP-049-DJ: Hm… Oh! Why yes! I remember! He was an interesting doctor, although if not a little dry when it came to music.7
Dr. Cash: I see.
SCP-049-DJ: His cure was also very different than mine. My cure saves those who ever listen, it is a very effective cure.
Dr. Cash: For sick beats?
SCP-049-DJ: Yes, indeed. Now, I must be going, it was nice talking to you con-doctor. The curative beats won't make themselves. (To Itself) Now, where did I put my stick? Did I lose it when I was tackled?
Dr. Cash: I'm sorry but that can't happen.
[END LOG]
Addendum 049.2: Observation Log
While in containment at Site-19, SCP-049-DJ has spent a considerable amount of time creating and studying music. SCP-049-DJ will routinely spend several days repairing mediums, and then listening to SCP-049-DJ-2 multiple times. SCP-049-DJ will often seek to share instances of SCP-049-DJ-2 with members of Foundation staff, and encourage them to share it with friends and family for "exposure".
The following is a log of several occasions during which SCP-049 was observed repairing audio mediums.
Observational Log 049.DJ.OL.1 SUMMARY
Subject: SCP-049-DJ
Medium: Compact Disc
Preface:
Observation Notes:
Observational Log 049.DJ.OL.2 SUMMARY
Subject: SCP-049-DJ
Medium: Record
Preface:
Observation Notes:
Observational Log 049.DJ.OL.3 SUMMARY
Subject: SCP-049-DJ
Medium: Tape Recorder
Preface:
Observation Notes:
Observational Log 049.DJ.OL.4 SUMMARY
Subject: SCP-049-DJ
Medium: 8gb Flash Drive
Preface:
Observation Notes:
Follow up interview
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Cash: Good afternoon, 049-DJ.
SCP-049-DJ: Is it afternoon? I seem to have a terrible internal clock.
Dr. Cash: We have allowed you to go outside, you just always reject our offer. But that is aside from the point. Over the last couple of weeks, we have watched you make your music, as it were. I was wondering about your method, how you do what you do.
SCP-049-DJ: Well, it is slightly different for each sick beat, but basically, I take the way it originally is and give it a twist. Then I add a little… cure… and then it is finished! Does that make sense, con-doctor?
Dr. Cash: Not exactly, but please continue.
SCP-049-DJ: What I do is a little more complex process than what I just described, however once again I seem to be at a loss for words on it…
Dr. Cash: I see. I was also wondering about what you think about the ethics of your work. How do you reconcile not creating original work, instead of using the work of others to create your "curative beats"?
SCP-049-DJ: Why that is quite simple, con-doctor. All work is unoriginal. Everything comes from something. I take existing work and put my own touch onto it. If the original work is better, then I failed, but that doesn't bother me much.
Dr. Cash: Even if the original was a "sick beat"?
SCP-049-DJ: Er, yes. I mean no! Sick beats are not a good thing. No matter what! I, er, where was I? Oh yes, parody is an art onto itself. If you make a parody better than the supposed original work, then why should that be any less valid?
Dr. Cash: What if you are only riding the popularity of the original?
SCP-049-DJ: Yes, but what if it different enough from the original that it becomes a new original? What is that line? Who decides it? What I believe I am trying to say is, If a work is only superficially the same thing, are they truly the same thing? I would say that those people who say that they are, are wack.
Dr. Cash: Did you just say the word "wack"? I didn't know that was in your vernacular.
SCP-049-DJ: I, um, refuse to speak further.
[END LOG]
Note: SCP-049-DJ Refused to talk for three days. However, SCP-049-DJ requested an interview with Dr. Cash
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-049-DJ: I gotta be honest doc, I've been lying to you.
Dr. Cash: Go on.
SCP-049-DJ:
Event takes place at 2:17 pm on the third day.
1 day, 16 hours, 5 minutes until ?????
22:12
Dr. Joel Bowman and three of his friends sat around a table and played Blackjack. They didn't play Poker or Texas Hold 'em, because Dr. Bowmen was bad at bluffing. He was good at lying, withholding information, and playing dumb. He just wasn't good at bluffing. His friends accommodated.
Levi, the tallest one, finished laughing from one of Bryan's, the resident comedian at the table, stories about his job.
"What about you, Doc?" Levi said with a smile, "How's your work going?"
Everyone, even certain people at the Foundation, always called Dr. Bowmen "Doc", even before he got his doctorate.
"Yea, you're always so hush-hush about it. I don't get why medicine needs to be so secretive." Bryan chimed in.
According to his friends and family, that was Dr. Bowmen's job. Specialty Crafted Prescription, a drug development company. In reality, he is a level 4 researcher at the SCP Foundation, specializing in medicine, memetics, cognitohazards and mnumetics.
"Back off guys, he might have non-disclosure agreements out the ass." said Shane, possibly Dr. Bowmen's best friend.
"It's alright Shane, I can give general details." Dr. Bowmen replied.
"Do tell, Doc. Hit." Levi said.
Dr. Bowmen flipped the top card of the deck. It was a ten of hearts "Bust. I'm actually performing a very important test in two days, if it goes well, I think it might be the high point of my carrier."
Bryan tapped the table. "Finally going to cure one of those incurable diseases?"
Ace of diamonds. Dr. Bowmen shook his head. "Can't tell you."
Bryan tapped the table again. "Damn, one of these days you are going to mess up and spill everything you know. You don't trip often, but when you do, you fall down hard."
The top card of the deck is revealed. Four of diamonds "Good job implying I can't keep my mouth shut."
"Hey, I wasn't saying that. Sixteen, damn, I'm going to have to stay."
Dr. Bowmen looked at Shane, he had a twenty. He motioned for staying. Dr. Bowmen flipped over his second card. He had a nineteen. "Shane wins." He said as he gave the dealer chip to Shane.
They played into the night.
1 day, 4 hours, 27 minutes until ?????
9:50
Junior Researcher Ian McKay flipped through the files in his cabinet, looking for the paper on experimental mnumetic medicine that Doc was looking for. He wanted to triple check the numbers. Doc was thorough like that.
Ian picked up the file and walked to Doc's desk. Doc was talking to a guard who was going to serve as security for the experiment. Ashlee Ortiz. She was just assigned to this experiment today, so Doc was explaining the process to her.
"…And at that point, we can observe it's reaction to information not corrupted by its influence."
"So it will be an interview?" Ashlee asked.
"That is the goal. As well as testing the new mnumetic drug." Ian interjected.
Ian walked over to Doc and gave him the file. Doc looked at Ian, took the document, and said: "thank you".
"So if it becomes hostile, I will get you two out of there?"
"And the D-class if you can manage," Doc responded.
"I see. Well, I look forward to working with you, both of you." Ashlee extended her hand.
Doc extended his and shook hers. "And, I you."
She looked at Ian and then left the room.
"She has good memetic resistance I presume?" Ian asked.
"The best we can get on this hemisphere. Even if both our resistances and the drugs fails, then she should be able to get us out of there." Doc opened the document and looked at Ian. "Are you sure you are up to this? This is a dangerous skip, plus we don't know if the medicine will be… safe."
"Yea," Ian looked with a stern face. "If the drug fails, I can always rely on my true memories."
"Good. Get us coffees. I want to be awake as we go over this."
"Yes, Doc!" and Ian ran off.
18 hours, 6 minutes until ?????
18:11
Ashlee Ortiz knew Ian McKay. Or at least she knew of him. On his first week of work, a major containment breach happened, and he was the only survivor in his branch. Doc, or rather Dr. Bowmen, took Ian under his wing. Her mind wandered as she was sitting through a conference about a transfer detail she wasn't even going to be on.
She felt a nudge at her side. She heard a whisper "How was your meeting earlier today?"
Ashlee nearly jumped. She looked to her left to see Henry. He was the nosey type, but that meant he was usually the first to enter combat. It was a miracle that he was alive today.
"I… um… It went well." she really wasn't in the mood for small talk. She also had a problem with talking to her contemporaries. Authority was fine, she could talk to her boss all day, but it was her co-workers and subordinates that were the problem. It always made her unconformable.
"Come on, there has to be more than that. what kind of anomaly is it? Is it really dangerous? Why are you the only one security on that one? How come-"
"Stop asking questions, please," Ashlee whispered in an angered tone.
"Alright, alright, now need to be up-and-arms about it."
Ashlee rolled her eyes and continued to look at the level 2 document of the skip they were going to experiment on tomorrow. She had access to the level 4 version of the document, but she carried the redacted version for security reasons. Even still, she had already memorized the contents of the backboxes.
SCP-████ is an unknown object, due to the nature of SCP-████.
Upon direct visual contact of SCP-████, SCP-████-1 will manifest in a location close to the viewer.
Extended visual and auditory contact with SCP-████-1 results in the subject's memory to be erased and be replaced with memories of currently working for SCP-████-1 in a company known as "Marvan's Movers" over a period of time.
It is theorized that SCP-████-1's effect can be neutralized by using an experimental form of mnumetic drugs.
Ashlee knew she could do this. She had faced worse memory altering things and won. She just needed to survive this meeting.
24 minutes until ?????
13:53
Jason Franklin, or rather D-5231, was escorted out of his cell. He was very slightly informed on what he was about to go through. Experimental drug, memory altering thing, and then talking to that memory altering thing. That was the sum of his knowledge on the subject.
All he wanted, was to be himself enough to enjoy this night's dinner. Beef stroganoff.
D-5231 was brought into a room with two guys in lab coats, one clearly older than the other, and a female guard who was looking at the contents of a briefcase. The guard escorting him left the room and closed the door behind him.
"So it's an injection? I was hoping for a pill." The guard said.
"Well, unfortunately, we have to…" The younger labby trailed off as he saw D-5231. The older one and the guard looked at him.
"Ah there you are," the older one looked at his watch "you're late by a few minutes."
"Not my fault," D-5231 responded bluntly.
"Right… so, since we are already late, why don't we get started?" The younger one asked. The older one nodded but then said, "but first introductions are necessary. That is agent Ortiz, junior researcher McKay, and I am Dr. Bowmen"
"Got it Doc," As D-5231 said this agent Ortiz rolled her eyes "where do we start?"
Doc walked over to the briefcase and took a syringe out. D-5231 eyed it and asked, "And that thing is safe?"
Doc nodded "It passed all the lab tests, it has just to be used in a field test."
D-5231 nodded and extended his arm with a straight face. Doc walked up to him and injected it into his veins. It wasn't cold, but D-5231 could think of better sensations, like falling of a single story building.
Doc then injected McKay, then Ortiz, then himself.
Ortiz opened a door and then motioned for D-5231 to walk through it. As he was about to pass her, she looked past him and cursed. D-5231 turned around just in time to see a wave of white light envelop everything.
1 day, 16 hours, 4 minutes until ?e??t
22:13
?e??t: 1
"Back off guys, he might have non-disclosure agreements out the- Hey Doc, are you feeling okay? you don't look so good."
"I… I don't know… Excuse me." Dr. Bowmen stood up from the table, knocking the deck over, and left.
"What's up with him?" Levi asked as Shane got up from the table to follow Dr. Bowmen.
Dr. Bowmen was already at his car by the time Shane got to the front door.
He drove away.
1 day, 15 hours, 47 minutes until ?es?t
22:30
?es?t: 1
Dr. Bowman rushed up to the front desk of Site-51. The person behind the counter, who seemed to be playing a game on the computer, was surprised at his arrival.
"Something wrong Doc?"
"Who is working right now that has level 4 clearance?"
"Um, that you can bother?…" He looked at the computer, "Dr. Ghram and Dr. Irwin are doing paperwork."
"Tell them both to meet me in my office, tell them it's urgent."
"Yes, sir."
1 day, 4 hours, 46 minutes until ?eset
9:31
?eset: 1
McKay burst into Doc's office to see Dr. Ghram sleeping in a chair and Doc frantically writing on a large whiteboard.
"Doc, something really weird happened!"
"Time reset?"
"Um, yea. How did you know?"
"Experienced the same thing. No one else seems to know about it. My theory is that, somehow, the nmumetics allowed us to remember after the reset, And you the fact that you remembered reinforces my theory. All I need is one more confirmation-"
Agent Ortiz
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Two living instances of SCP-XXXX are to be kept in Bio-Site-66's biological freezer. SCP-XXXX shall be kept in a steel alloy8 box measuring 5x5x5 meters9 and filled with dry and compact soil.
Every 12 hours, if an SCP-XXXX-B instance exceeds 3 meters, it is to be cut off as close as possible to SCP-XXXX-A and promptly incinerated. Every day, an approximate 300 gram cut of meat is to be placed on SCP-XXXX-B. Every 45 days, SCP-XXXX is to be removed from the steel alloy box and soil and moved to a new one of identical make. This process is to occur sooner if the integrity of the steel alloy box seems to be failing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a plant of an unknown species. SCP-XXXX has noted genetic similarities with Parthenocissus quinquefolia (Virginia creeper), Poaceae bambusoideae (Bamboo), and Tulipa kaufmanniana (Kaufmanniana Tulip). SCP-XXXX consists of two parts which are connected to each other, SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B. There has yet to be discovered an environment that SCP-XXXX cannot survive in given enough nutrition, although extreme cold has been found to slow its growth considerably.
SCP-XXXX-A is a single flowering plant similar to a Tulipa kaufmannian perpetually in bloom. SCP-XXXX-A is also the central organ of SCP-XXXX and the originator of SCP-XXXX-B. If SCP-XXXX-A is destroyed, the SCP-XXXX instance will die almost instantaneously. SCP-XXXX-A does not photosynthesize and it seems to get all of its glucose from SCP-XXXX-B.
SCP-XXXX-B are vines and roots originating from the base of SCP-XXXX-A that resemble Parthenocissus quinquefolia in physical appearance. SCP-XXXX-B grow at an average rate of 4 meters per hour in a direction away from SCP-XXXX-A. Instead of traditional division of cells present in other living beings, SCP-XXXX-B's cells seem to spontaneously generate from other cells. When a part of SCP-XXXX-B is cut of from the rest of SCP-XXXX, it starts to grow a new instance of SCP-XXXX-A, becoming a new instance of SCP-XXXX. When SCP-XXXX-B comes into contact with a cell-based lifeform, excluding itself and other SCP-XXXX instances, it begins to break down cell membranes and walls using anomalous means. SCP-XXXX-B seems to then absorb the Adenosine triphosphate (ATP) and glucose of the cells which are then transferred throughout SCP-XXXX. It is estimated that SCP-XXXX-B breaks down cells at a rate of 5 grams per second on direct contact. This process is reported to be experienced similar to that of an electric shock.
When SCP-XXXX-B comes into contact with an inanimate object, it slowly turns the matter of that object into sand through anomalous means. This sand is identical to the composition of sand found in the Sahara Desert and has been determined to be non-anomalous. SCP-XXXX-B turns objects into sand at an approximate rate of 5 grams per minute on direct contact.
Discovery: The Foundation was notified of SCP-XXXX when several reports of a high school in █████, New York being overrun by fast growing plants. After some initial investigation, MTF-Rho-41 (Weed Whackers) were sent in to assess and contain the threat.
<Start transcript>
Discussion from Foundation investigators can be haerd in the background.
One: Alright, I got the camera going. For the purposes of this mission, I am One, Carlson is Two, Fischer is Three, and Drake is Four. Everyone got it? Call off.
Three: Three.
Two: Two. Damn ninja.
Four: And Four, as always.
One: Right, everyone suited up and secure? Good, let's start moving.
MTF-Rho-41 enter █████ ████ High School through the front entrance.
Three: That's a lot of sand.
Four: I hate sand, its course and-
Two: DON'T finish that. Forget the sand, check out these vines, they're all over the place.
One: Three, bag 'em and tag 'em.
Three: Sure thing boss.
Four: Thank God school's out, I'd hate to see any kids caught up in this.
Two: I agree, but this is a burn-job. No one's coming back here.
Three: And… got it. Started wiggling, so I put it in the high-yield container.
One: Good, lets keep moving.
MTF-Rho-41 continue further in to the high school. SCP-XXXX-B is visibly more prevalent. The sand is starting to slow down the MTF's movement.
One: Light is dim, turn on your flashlights.
Confirmation from MTF-Rho-41.
Two: Stupid sand… Dammit!
Four: What's wrong?
Two: My foot fell in a hole. Hold on… got it out.
One: Now is a good as time as any. Two, can you get a read of the air? We need to know if there are spores.
Two: Of course, please hold… No spores, just a shitton of sand.
Three: The map says there are classrooms to the left and right. Should we check them?
One: Yes, lets go left.
SCP-XXXX-B is visibly blocking the doorway. One takes out his machete and cuts down the SCP-XXXX-B instances in the way. MTF-Rho-41 enter the room.
Four: So this was a science room I take it? But damn, the tables look like they've been sanded down. Heh.
Two: <Two sighs> Hey, hold up, whats that over in the corner?
Three: Checking… Two bodies, slightly decomposed, and a couple of exploded spray paint cans.
Four: God Dammit.
One: We've seen what we needed here, let's keep moving.
Two: Yea, I rather not say here much… were those flowers there before?
One: No, be careful, we don't know what they can do. Check again for spores.
Two: …We're in the clear.
MTF-Rho-41 maneuver around the SCP-XXXX-A instances without issue.
One: Let's continue moving forward.
MTF-Rho-41 continue in silence for two minutes.
Three: The map says there is an auditorium up ahead. Should we continue?
One: Affirmative.
MTF-Rho-41 enters the auditorium. They encounter some difficulty as the doorway is filled with sand and SCP-XXXX-B. Visible on the stage is a large instance of SCP-XXXX-A.
Two: Holy shit…
Four: That's one huge-ass flower.
Three: Should I get a sample?
One: …Yes. Two, check for spores.
Two: …I'm getting nothing. Wow, this is just… Of all my years of working with anomalies, I've never seen something so… beautiful.
Four: Hey, Two, snap out of it, this thing kills people.
Two: I… You're right, we have to focus.
Three: Got some cells and a bit of the petal.
One: I think we have enough samples. Base, please respond.
Base: Base here, what is it One?
One: We're heading back.
Base: Affirmative.
Two: Um, One, we seem to have a problem. The exits are covered in the vines.
Three: Need confirmation.
Four: I'm seeing that as well.
One: Four, burn us out of here!
Four: With pleasure.
Four takes out her flamethrower and begins to burn through the vines that cover the entrance. One looks back at the large SCP-XXXX-A instance changing its petals from white to red. One then follows the rest of MTF-Rho-41 out of the auditorium. MTF-Rho-41 burns their way out of the side entrance of █████ ████ High School as the SCP-XXXX-B instances grow in their way. MTF-Rho-41 exit █████ ████ High School.
One: <Heavy breathing> Everyone got out? Call off.
Three: Three.
Two: Two.
Four: I'm alive.
One: Good enough.
<End transcript>
Closing Statement: █████ ████ High School was demolished without issue, although a loud rumbling persisted for a few seconds after the school was destroyed. The collected samples were immediately placed in short term cold storage, pending future testing.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a room in Site-163. SCP-XXXX is to be monitored at all times for signs of activity.
All instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be checked for major changes, recorded, and then promptly incinerated to prevent a security breach.
SCP-XXXX-A-Prime is to kept in a lock box in Site-163's anomalous items wing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a HP brand Printer that has power despite seemingly having no power source. SCP-XXXX is not able to function like a non-anomalous printer. At intervals ranging from 1 week to 1 month, SCP-XXXX will generate an instance of SCP-XXXX-A.
SCP-XXXX-A is the collective designation for all fliers printed out by SCP-XXXX. If left undisturbed for 1 minute, SCP-XXXX-A will teleport to a random location on the Earth.10 After this happens once, it losses this property. When a human comes into physical contact with SCP-XXXX-A, they will be transported to SCP-XXXX-1, at which point SCP-XXXX-A will become inactive for a time. SCP-XXXX-A becomes active again when the subject that originally came into contact with it reappears. All intances of SCP-XXXX-A are identical with the exception of one line of text that varies from instance to instance, designated SCP-XXXX-Δ. The SCP-XXXX-A instance that is used for reference and repeated testing is designated SCP-XXXX-A-Prime.
SCP-XXXX-Δ is a short descriptor of a being or obstacle that will be a hindrance to the challenge that SCP-XXXX-A poses.11
SCP-XXXX-1 is a near exact replicate reality of Earth with three major exceptions:
- SCP-XXXX does not exist
- The beings or obstacles as described in SCP-XXXX-Δ will appear and attempt to stop the subject from achieving their "goal", and
- A long series of mental, physical, and emotional challenges across the expanse of SCP-XXXX-1 appear, and the subject must complete all of them in order to leave SCP-XXXX-1, I.E. their "goal"
It is unknown if SCP-XXXX-1 are already existent realities, or they are generated by SCP-XXXX-A.
Transcript of SCP-XXXX-A-Prime:
HEY YOU! YEA, YOU!
ARE YOU A FAN OF PUZZLES AND CHALLENGES? ARE YOU LOOKING FOR EXCITEMENT IN YOUR DULL, BORING LIFE? ARE THE IDIOTS AROUND YOU BRINGING YOU DOWN? THEN TAKE THE WORLD MASTER CHALLENGE©!!!12
PARTICIPATE IN RACES AND OTHER PHYSICAL CHALLENGES, FIGURE OUT COMPLEX PUZZLES, TEST YOUR METTLE, SEE NEW PLACES, AND BRAVE FIRE-BREATHING DRAGONS!!!13
DON'T WAIT, DON'T HESITATE!
-START HERE-
This is a list of notable SCP-XXXX-Δ instances. See Dr. Vincent for the full list.
| SCP-XXXX-A Instance | SCP-XXXX-Δ description | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| SCP-XXXX-A-Prime | "BRAVE FIRE-BREATHING DRAGONS" | See Addendum-XXXX-A-Prime. |
| SCP-XXXX-A-14 | "ENDURE PERSISTENT PAPARAZZI" | Upon testing, about 2% of the human population in SCP-XXXX-1-14 attempted to ravenously attack the subject. |
| SCP-XXXX-A-24 | "FACE EVIL A.I." | Upon testing, all computers and automated systems in SCP-XXXX-1-24 attempted to kill the subject through various means. |
| SCP-XXXX-A-25 | "SURVIVE THE NUCLEAR APOCALYPSE" | The D-class testing this instance did not return before SCP-XXXX-A-25 reactivated. The D-class is presumed dead. |
| SCP-XXXX-A-33 | "FIGHT BACK SCP-████" | [REDACTED]. This instance has been determined to be of no security risk. |
| SCP-XXXX-A-49 | "GET PAST THE GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION" | Despite this SCP-XXXX-A instance, it is believed that the G.O.C. has no connection to SCP-XXXX. |
This is the testing log for SCP-XXXX-A-Prime, extraneous tests are removed for brevity. The recordings are summarized for brevity.
Test 1 - █/██/20██
Subject: D-24960, a previous construction worker.
Procedure: D-24960 was given a body-mounted camera, ordered to touch SCP-XXXX-A-Prime, and nothing else. No one else was present in the chamber at the time.
Results: D-24960 returned 10 minutes later, deceased, with severe 3rd-degree burns on his back. Review of the camera footage showed D-24960 in the alternate testing chamber with several puzzles and a wall-mounted timer. The door to the chamber in SCP-XXXX-1 was closed and locked. D-24960 was unable to complete all of the puzzles by the time the timer ran out, and a loud rumbling could be herd. Soon after that, a large screech could be herd and D-24960 expired soon after. As soon as D-24960 expired, he returned to baseline reality.
Notes: I think we might want to leave the door open in the next test, and maybe get a more clever D-class. -Dr. Vincent
Test 3 - █/██/20██
Subject: D-95858, a previous high school English teacher.
Procedure: D-95858 was given a body-mounted camera and a "testing pass".14 D-95858 was ordered to touch SCP-XXXX-A-Prime and was encouraged to explore Site-163.
Results: D-95858 returned 1 hour and 12 minutes later, deceased, with severe 3rd degree burns and deep cuts all over his body. Review of the camera footage revealed D-95858 leaving the alternate testing chamber and encountering alternate versions of the staff who were at the site at the time. He showed the "testing pass" to the staff and the staff were cooperative with the test. Not soon after, A loud rumbling as well as Site-163's security alarms were audible as a creature resembling a large European dragon tore through the roof of Site-163 and attacked members of staff. D-95858 ran around Site-163 trying to escape the dragon, and attempted to hide in a janitorial closet. This proved futile however, when the dragon caught up to him and consumed him, causing him to expire. As soon as D-95858 expired, he returned to baseline reality.
Notes: It seems that we can influence SCP-XXXX-1 somewhat using our counterparts in it, more testing is required in this line of thinking. -Dr. Vincent
Test 7 - █/██/20██
Subject: Dr. McCarty
Procedure: While transporting SCP-XXXX-A, Dr. McCarty accidentally came in to contact with SCP-XXXX-A.
Results: Dr. McCarty reappeared 2 weeks later with a piece of paper15 and a dragon plushy at her feet, both determined to be non-anomalous. Dr. McCarty was given a full physical and mental evaluation. After it was determined that Dr. McCarty was in full health, she was interviewed by Dr. Underwood.
Notes: I don't think we need to test SCP-XXXX-A-Prime any longer, from the looks of it, we have found out all of the properties of SCP-XXXX-A. We were lucky that Dr. McCarty survived so we could learn what happens after you win SCP-XXXX-1. -Dr. Vincent
Interviewed: Dr. McCarty
Interviewer: Dr. Underwood
<Begin Log>
Dr. Underwood: Hello, Amanda.
Dr. McCarty: Afternoon, doctor, I'm glad we are able to talk again so soon after I got back.
Dr. Underwood: I am as well. Let's start with a simple question, how are you feeling?
Dr. McCarty: Better, now that I don't have to run away from dragons anymore.
Dr. Underwood: Good, good. Now, if it isn't too much trouble to ask, would you like to describe your experience while within SCP-XXXX-1?
Dr. McCarty: Of course. So, initially, you aren't sure that anything has happened, but not soon after, you realize that something has gone wrong, right? As I realized that I activated XXXX-A, there was a large crash and there was a dragon chasing me, so I ran. I ran out of the site, and as I continued to run, low on breath, I turned around and saw the dragon had vanished, but not the damage it caused. I found a piece of paper in my pocket that said "1/14" and "BERLIN, GERMANY" on it.
Dr. Underwood: So that was your first experience with SCP-XXXX-1? Can you elaborate on this paper?
Dr. McCarty: So, as it turns out, each day within XXXX-1 equates to a new "challenge", right? So, I had to go to Germany for the next "challenge", or at least that's what I figured. I was able to get to Germany using the alternate Foundation's resources.
Dr. Underwood: And how were you able to do that?
Dr. McCarty: Right, so, when I told the alternate staff about my situation, they must have realized that I was the focal point of the anomalous activities, and somehow, for some reason, they helped me. They provided transport, and only transport, for me through out my time in XXXX-1. It seemed… I don't know… like they knew somehow that they were the result of an anomalous object. Hey, can I get a glass of water?
Dr. Underwood: No problem.
Interview is halted temporarily to get Dr. McCarty a glass of water.
Dr. McCarty: Right, where was I? Oh yes, when I got to Germany…
Interview shortened for brevity, see Dr. Vincent for a full transcript. It is to be noted that as the days progressed, the challenges got more complex.Dr. McCarty: …And on the last day, oh wait! I forgot to tell you about Trevor!
Dr. Underwood: Trevor?
Dr. McCarty: Yea, so you see on day 8, I think, this guy, an American, despite the fact that we were in Japan, appeared and helped me with the whole find and steal dragon eggs thing. His name was Trevor Amos. He was really friendly and I'm not entirely sure if he is real, or was made by XXXX-1 for some reason.
Dr. Underwood: We'll search for him.16
Dr. McCarty: But that's aside from the point, the point is he stuck with me for the rest of my time in XXXX-1, and he helped me along the way. On the last day, some real end-of-world stuff started, the sky turned black as thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, flew overhead and they started heating everything up. What I had to do was to kill Travis, the paper said he had to die, for me to kill him, so I could go home.
Dr. Underwood: I assume you did so?
Dr. McCarty: Yea… I told him, and… well, he said "I would gladly sacrifice myself twice to save you."
Pause.
Dr. Underwood: So, I have one more question for you.
Dr. McCarty: Yes?
Dr. Underwood: Do you think, after all the time you spent in SCP-XXXX-1, that the reward was worth it?
Pause.
Dr. McCarty: Not in the slightest.
<End Log>
CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU HAVE WON AMANDA MCCARTY!!!
THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE WORLD MASTER CHALLENGE©!!!
I APPRECIATE YOUR PARTICIPATION IN MY EXPERIMENT, YOUR DATA IS VERY VALUABLE TO ME. HUMANS ARE SO INTERESTING.
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