- Recovered Documents
- SCP-To be numbered
- Too long.
- A little family reunion.
- A fear of heights.
Transcription of video log
The video begins in what appears to be Site-M7's command facility.
A lone figure dressed in a uniform of sorts is seated facing the camera.
Man: Well, we've fucked up. Its as simple as that. We knew the
risks and we damn well aren't crying about it now.
Item #: SCP-1781
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1781 is
to be stored in its single locked-box containment
cell in Site-M7.
Description: SCP-1781 is a simple metallic statue of
height 7 metres and of breath 2 metres. SCP-1781 kills
any human that directly makes contact with it. It does
not cause any fatalities when moved mechanically.
Recovery: SCP-1781 was recovered in an archeological
dig near ████████████.
Item #: SCP-1781
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-1781 is to be kept in the facility it was originally recovered
in, dubbed Site-M7.
No information on SCP-1781 is to ever leak to the public under any
circumstances. All restrictions in the actions of foundation personnel
are to be lifted in the case of an information leak. Every resource in
the foundation is to be used in the aid of suppressing information of
SCP-1781 must be made known to the public under
a misinformation campaign. Any contextual knowledge of SCP-1781
must be kept secret, from any personnel not working in Site-M7 and
the general public. All data on SCP-1781 must be stored within the site
itself under specialized clearance.
This is under the instructions made clear during the Jantus Protocool.
Under no circumstances, at all, no matter the clearance level of any
personnel not working at the site, is proper information to be provided.
Description: SCP-1781 is a large metallic statue of height 7 metres and
breath 2 metres. It is entirely made of metal and completely massless.
SCP-1781 is a statue of the god ████████████. SCP-1781 is powered
by any contextual knowledge of its existence. Any skewed knowledge does
not contribute to its effects in any manner whatsoever. In addition, it cannot
be damaged by any means that have currently been employed.
When an individual is exposed to full knowledge of what SCP-1781 is and
is in full understanding, SCP-1781 will gain mass proportional to the strength
of the individuals belief in SCP-1781. This mass has no limit or cap as far as
testing has gone and as such eventually may lead to the creation of a black
hole. Due to this, testing is to be limited. While SCP-1781 does not produce any
apparent memetic effect that causes individuals to have a strong compulsion
to believe in SCP-1781, it does however make whoever purposely spreads
knowledge of it in attempt to raise awareness of SCP-1781 more convincing.
As a result, only research personnel who have been extensively screened and
are atheist are allowed to continue study on SCP-1781.
Though individuals who have extensive knowledge of SCP-1781 can be treated
with standard amnesics, there are several hundred cases of specialised amnesics
located in Site-M7 that can remove all knowledge of SCP-1781. The amnesics do
however cause the individual taking it to become staunchly religious. The religion
taken up is always the first one they are exposed to. Beyond that however, there
are no ill effects observed.
SCP-1781 was recovered when a mining expedition by the ██████ company went
deeper than the original contract entailed, thereby exposing Site-M7 and in turn
SCP-1781. By that time the entire facility was abandoned completely.
Several expeditions into Site-M7 were conducted before the discovery of SCP-1781
in its innermost chamber, along with several servers full of data regarding the artifact.
Recovery teams successfully restarted the facilities power plant and operational control
of the site was established.
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Item #: SCP-???
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-??? is to be staffed by no more than 20
armed security personnel from various branches of the secret service worldwide.
They are to have a minimum of 5 years of experience in handling information
suppression and at least 5 must have a PhD in Information Security.
SCP-??? is also to be staffed with at least 200 senior citizens that suffer from
mild alzheimers. These are to be hired under the guise of operating a power plant
near a mining facility and must be contracted to stay for the length of their work.
SCP-??? must have a
The dark city streets sat still as the rain droned on with a constant rhythm.
The street lights flickered slowly as a large car pulled up near an alley.
A short whine came from the engine as Karrion stepped out of the car.
He surveyed his surroundings before reaching into the car and picking up
With a short dismissive wave, the driver almost instantly picked up speed
and sped off into the night. He fumbled around in his pocket, looking for
the card he had received earlier that day.
He squinted at the card, trying to reposition it to catch some of the street
lights. "Dynamic Hive Cell", It read in itallic print.
"Taking bounds where others take leaps"
That was one way to put it.
He contemplated going through with the meeting.
He stepped slowly towards the alleyway before pausing for a moment.
Had he heard someone else? Surely not. But a little insurance never hurt
He reached into his coat pocket and gripped his revolver. After gazing
for a good minute, he quelled his fears before proceeding on into the
It was at that moment a large man jumped him.
Shouting obscenities Karrion threw several punches at the large burly
man before finally slamming him headfirst into the ground. Satisfied, he
survey his attacker.
The man lay on the floor grunting, his glasses broken and flung to his
A few moments later, what he had done finally dawned on him.
A short ow came from his attacker, before a hand shot up.
"Help an old man up?"
Karrion instantly recognised the voice. It was too thick a scottish
accent to miss, though he couldn't remember who exactly.
He ventured a guess.
Karrion grabbed the hand and pulled the man up, albeit with much effort.
He stared at the mangled, bearded man before patting him on the shoulder.
"Its been too long".
With a grunt, they both continued down the alleyway.
The door flung open easily, that wasn't the trouble.
The trouble was the 20 faces staring at them.
Tensions were rising and so were the rifles.
"You always knew how to make an entrance."
Looking around Karrion tried to locate the source of
"Please, don't bother." A man stepped out of the shadows.
"I trust you got the card?"
Karrion nodded, as did Tanner.
"Well then, we're off to a good start."
With a small wave, all 20 guards lowered their rifles and
stood at attention.
"Have a seat won't you?"
Karrion looked uneasily at the man.
"I understand its been awhile since your last assignment.
However, we have a little emergency and now we require
a few extra hands."
The man turned to a large screen and gestured.
"This is country of Rizland, located in a secluded region
of the pacific ocean. Not recognised by the UN or any
other country in the world. It's a small island with its
own economy and government."
He changed the screen to another slide.
"This is the Dynamic Hive Cell office on that island. It had
recently been raided by an agency we know very little of
at current moment."
The man turned to face them.
"Your mission is recovery and destruction. Any potential
anomalous materials not taken during the raid are to be
recovered. All computer data is to be wiped and destroyed."
"Following that, gather any intel you might find on the little
thieves that have stolen from us and report back"
He changed the slide again.
"You won't be going in alone, these are the agents we
have already deployed on the island."
Karrion looked at several biometric profiles.
The faces all came familiar, but their source not so much.
He struggled to remember before being cut off.
"You look confused." The man quipped.
"These are the agents from the 7th Enforcers Unit."
The man smiled. "Its going to be a little family reunion."
The engine buzzed with energy as the plane flew over the
Karrion busied himself with checking and double checking his
equipment throughout the whole flight, while Tanner constantly
reviewed the recent intel retrieved by a recon team earlier in the
Karrion, satisfied with his equipment, headed to the cockpit of the
plane. Looking out, he could see the island of Rizland on the horizon.
He scanned the landmass before noticing a little hole in the plan.
"How exactly are we landing?" he asked the pilot.
The answer almost came as a shock. "We aren't."
Karrion sighed as he headed to the back of the plane.
"We're jumping aren't we?"
Tanner nodded, and as the plane passed over the island,
Karrion stood at the docking ramp taking deep breaths.
He always did have a fear of heights.