Do not edit other writers' sandboxes without permission.
The current shit:
- lol
- no
Literally just ignore everything below this point.
2015
DJORIC'S LIST OF SHIT THAT NEEDS TO BE IN AN ARTICLE BECAUSE DJORIC
Djoric 1) Evocative imagery
11:09 Djoric 2) Moving characterization
11:09 Djoric 3) Explicit (directly stated) narrative
11:09 lurkd witchcraft: https://i.imgur.com/xK7r5EJ.webm
11:09 Djoric 4) Implicit (indirectly alluded to) narrative
11:10 Djoric 5) An intriquing core concept or idea that remains with the reader after reading
11:10 Djoric 6) Context and background
11:10 *** Zanadu quit (Ping timeout: 182 seconds)
11:10 Djoric 7) Some sort of emotional response from the reader
11:10 emanuelfgs nice list, Djoric, I'll definitely keep those in mind, thanks
11:10 Djoric 8) To wit, you gotta have something to make me give a fuck
11:10 Paroxysm gonna just
Out with the old, in with the new.
- Cheese doodles.
- A phenomenon that began after the 1939 New York World's Fair, in which children randomly manifest in a hospital nursery wing with no known family or parents in existence, nor do any records of the child's birth exist. Related to the universe's way of self-correcting manmade time travel, which would cause possibly spacetime-rending paradoxes and tears. Thus, the universe (or something) does this instead - takes those that would have invented it, or contributed, lose their parents and are subject to the orphanage system, or their country's equivalent. Thus, this drastically changed childhood inhibits their ability to invent or contribute to manmade time travel. That is, until, this 'correction' becomes one child's driving force for inventing it.
- I Can't Believe It's Not Humans!® "We, in Prometheus Laboratories, believe that every person in the world has the right to feed, no matter how unusual a diet they require. However, we know that the greatest impediment for many good, hungry people out there is a combination of uncompromising social rules and morals that, fortunately or unfortunately, do not condone the consumption of human flesh. In recent times, our researchers have figured out a way to produce human tissue in abundance (link to that Prometheus item that makes human beings), but the moral problem remained, and thus we set off to create a viable, morally unambiguous solution for this problem. The result is our I Can't Believe It's Not Human(R) canned goods! For nine out of ten ghouls, hemovores and non-anomalous cannibals, this tasted at least as good as the real thing! I Can't Believe It's Not Human(R), now available in your nearest Prometheus Laboratories Delivery Center!" - via Reach
- "I really don't feel like food today. How about concrete?"
- The results of a number of teleportation experiments. All of them are weird and appear in a relatively unassuming, yet utterly PUBLIC spot. It's all nice and well until a very large experiment materializes and the Foundation has to upgrade the fucking thing to Keter. — via Reach.
- Pomelos that are tried as humans in the court of law.
- Software that can dream.
- Soap.
- High ranking bureaucratic officials are replaced with marionette puppets, with strings that are suspended in the air, terminating some distance above them.
2014
http://scp-wiki.net/scp-1683 this one is exploring detail
http://scp-wiki.net/scp-1636 this is short description, long addenda
http://scp-wiki.net/scp-2969 this is setting up details that're explored in history and addenda
dreams->rain man skills->wears off->lack of dreams->big hook! Brain cloud powered computing
CURRENT IDEAS
Leopold Kronecker, circa 1865.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Kronecker
Foreword: The document regarding SCP-XXXX is the only object that has been voluntarily classified as "Kronecker" by the Foundation, and does not display any anomalous properties. Classifying other anomalous items as "Kronecker" is prohibited.
Special Containment Procedures: Type-3 FWAB (Foundation Web Analysis Bot) Omicron-Psi-20 ("Alan") is to constantly search and remove SCP-XXXX affected entries from the Foundation's SCP Catalogue. Non-computerized versions of affected entries are to be destroyed.
All the instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be contained in separate Standard Humanoid Containment Chambers at Site-40
New instances of SCP-XXXX-A are to be transported and contained in Site-40 within 48 hours.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous Object Class known as "Kronecker" (possibly named after 19th century German mathematician Leopold Kronecker), appearing on random computerized SCP entries. Entries affected with SCP-XXXX will autonomously change their Object Class, Special Containment Procedures and Description, claiming that said items are no longer anomalous and are to be exempted from containment, often adding details in the Description section, such as personal name and history. Reverting these changes have been unsuccessful. However, these entries can be deleted from the main catalogue.
Items formerly described in the affected entries (hereon SCP-XXXX-A-X) will undergo a series of metamorphoses, usually during three weeks, in order to resemble the human being described in the affected entries. Interviews with instances of SCP-XXXX-A regarding their life prior to containment have been proven to be identical to those described in the Description section, with a margin of error of the 0%. To see all the interviews, please see Interview Logs-XXXX-01-VT to -05-VT
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Item #: SCP-2488
Object Class: Neutralized Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Any recovered instances of SCP-2488-1 are to be stored in Site-23's Refrigerated Containment Unit 23-4. Individuals in possession of SCP-2488 instances, or possessing knowledge of SCP-2488 are to be amnesticized on a case-by-case basis.
Description: SCP-2488 refers to a series of anomalous phenomena that occurred between April 21, 1933 and 1939.1 During this period, an organization known as the Safety Harbor Milk Bottle Delivery Service operated within Safety Harbor. The parameters of its tasks were to intake empty milk bottles and deliver instances of SCP-2488-1, which can be deemed as any full bottle of milk labelled as Safety Harbor Milk.
No deliverymen nor vehicles were sighted during delivery hours, and SCP-2488-1 materialized where no human observers could observe the event. On April 21, 1933, a full bottle of milk manifested on the threshold of every populated household within the city limits of Safety Harbor. Safety Harbor did not previously own a milk bottle service, due to economic hardship during the 1930s. The population of Safety Harbor is recorded to have shown misgivings towards SCP-2488 events upon initial manifestation. However, over time, SCP-2488 became an integral portion of Safety Harbor.
SCP-2488 events occurred every night, at 00:03.2 Any empty milk bottle labelled as a Safety Harbor Milk bottle demanifested, if placed upon any portion of its linked household that could be defined as a "threshold", "patio", or "porch". At 00:05, an instance of SCP-2488-1 manifested for every received milk bottle.
When consumed, SCP-2488 was documented as to give the consumer increased physical capability.3 Although this improvement did not majorly impact Safety Harbor, it allowed for an increased level of productivity that led Safety Harbor into a marginally improved economic and societal standing.
If, at any time, an active citizen of Safety Harbor consumed SCP-2488-1, they were subject to the effects of SCP-2488. Following death, citizens of Safety Harbor would become reanimated, with drastically increased physical strength and stamina and progressive but usually minor cognitive decay. It became a major source of manual labor, which allowed for the development of more diverse professions for living citizens. SCP-2488-affected subjects do not find the effects of SCP-2488 particularly distressing. According to witnesses affected by SCP-2488, there was some concern on the original capacities of SCP-2488 when reanimated corpses were first encountered, but most subjects declared the reanimation events to be "a boon".
Reanimated subjects had an additional lifespan of 3-5 weeks, and only reanimated if the body was fully intact following death. Subjects were known to dig their own graves as they neared the end of their second lifespan, which became the subject of formal ceremonies similar to burials. However, these events were documented as more lively and upbeat. Reanimated subjects, although initially documented as startling, became a normal occurrence for citizens of Safety Harbor. Knowledge of these events did not spread from Safety Harbor, due to poor journalism standards during that time, as well as disinterest related to the Great Depression. The few leaks found in sources outside of Safety Harbor were written off as hoaxes.
TRANSCRIPTION OF RECOVERED DOCUMENT 2488-31A
Source of Document: Susanne Hackett, estimated 17 years of age, citizen of Safety Harbor, female, Caucasian
Date of Documentation: January 17, 1936
Date of Transcription: March 2, 1994
Dear diary,
Grandma died today!
I couldn't believe it when Mama told me, but I went and visited her this morning. She starts work down at the woodshop day after tomorrow, and she's just as excited as we are to get on running again. Mama and I took an afternoon jog with her, right past Mister Patterson's grave party. It was loud! They even had their own little horn group gathered up for music. I hope we can get one of those for grandma, she loves music.
Grandpa was pretty excited too, I think. He even busted out the old wine! I've wanted to taste that bottle for forever, but Mama still doesn't like it when I steal sips from grandpa. Grandpa said he was considering his second life soon, he's really jealous of grandma's new plan for morning runs. I bet he's gonna be a bit lonely in the morning now. (If he even wakes up! Man, does he snore.)
I asked Mama about the second life again over evening milk. She couldn't give me that much of an answer, but I remember back when the whole milk thing started happening. I mean, a lot of us really didn't like it at first, but now it's just kinda normal to hear about it. I don't think the towns up north have anything like this, and boy, they're missing out. The pork at grave parties is always the best.
Anyways, I'm gonna go drink another glass before bed. We better use up the milk anyways, so we can get another bottle tomorrow. Mama started giving me some allowance, now that she tailors down on Main Street. My chore is to take out the bottle, and it's pretty easy. Some nights, I like to just sit there and wait for the next bottle, rather than grab it in the morning. I think the bottles like to play tricks on me - when I sit out there, they like to hide, and it's fun to go find 'em.
Love,
Suzy
The journal document up as transcription was found in the attic of a Safety Harbor heritage residence in 1998, which, after publication in a local newspaper, sparked Foundation investigation in the area. The article was covered up as a piece of fictional folklore published by the newspaper as a part of a heritage celebration.
DOCUMENT 2488 15-C
Source of Documentation: Summary of Town Hall Meeting, circa mid 1933
The meeting transcript implies that this was the first encounter with the anomaly related to SCP-2488. Several moments of hysteria among attendees outbreak during the course of the meeting, calling for the mayor to sequester the newly reanimated subjects. It was, however, the sentiment of a small group of attendees that this was a newly raised opportunity from God. This group was later identified as members of the Safety Harbor Christian Chapel.
With some misgiving, following a majority vote, a movement was passed by the mayor to use the observed physical superiority in the increasing dole of physical labor in the town, due to economic hardship.
DOCUMENT 2488 17-C
Source of Documentation: Summary of Safety Harbor Chapel board meeting, circa mid 1933
The meeting's transcript implies some disagreement over their stance on the reanimated subjects. A majority upheld that this was an opportunity, "the grace of God", while a smaller portion believed that this was the work of witchcraft. This smaller group departed halfway through the board meeting, making implications that they would initiate a minor witch-hunt in Safety Harbor. Additional documentation supports that this witch-hunt occurred with a group of approximately 30 people over the course of two weeks, but resulted in no findings, and no fatal punishments.
DOCUMENT 2488 23-C
Source of Documentation: Summary of Town Hall meeting, circa early 1934
This is the third documented meeting solely on the topic of SCP-2488 events. Citizens show less adversity to reanimated subjects than before, and the establishment of a "Second Life Labor Division" is implied. A few reanimated subjects are in attendance, although they do not contribute much to the meeting other than statements of their experience through this process. The process is described as "feeling young again", which is agreed upon by all present reanimated subjects. This meeting also marks the first mention of "grave parties", which become a large part of Safety Harbor history during this period, marking the end of a reanimated subject's second lifespan.
DOCUMENT 2488 34-C
Source of Documentation: Summary of Mayor Burk's self-presented eulogy, circa late 1935
The eulogy delivered by Mayor Burk, apparently while standing on a podium over his self-dug grave, summarizes events since the beginning of SCP-2488 manifestation events. (This also marked the beginning of the tradition for reanimated subjects to dig their own graves, which was integrated as a part of "grave parties".) The presence of reanimated subjects at this time is considered a normal occurrence in Safety Harbor, and the original misgivings of citizens are restated. Despite the fear, and the destruction of the original town hall during the first reanimation event, Safety Harbor is summarized as showing immense growth, especially with the construction of a new town hall in early 1934, by reanimated subjects and living subjects, alike. After delivering this eulogy, the "grave party" ensued until Mayor Burk stated a slowly approaching weakness coming over him, at which point he was lowered into his grave, and the celebration continued with a ceremonial filling of the grave, and a second dessert course.
Notes from Investigation Member Taylor: This recovered documentation was discovered as investigation into SCP-2488 was initiated. An abandoned office space found near the center of Safety Harbor, roped off as "Heritage Restoration In Progress", was one of the first subjects for investigation. No one had ever heard of the place before, and it didn't show up on the town map. It was, as the mayor said, a storage space full of heritage documents that they didn't dare to go through, lest they damage or lose any of them. Prior to amnesticization, we inquired a little into the SCP-2488 events, to see if he knew anything. The mayor couldn't tell us much, other than that it was some old folklore rolling around the town.
INVESTIGATION RECORD 12-A
Date of Investigation: March 11, 1994 to March 13, 1994
Subject of Investigation Subset 12-A: Philippe Park, Safety Harbor, FL
Investigator: Ron Taylor
Investigative Log: So, the first things on our list of locations to hit up were those of historical and community value. Of course, we combed through every "heritage" location in the town, and it turned up with a lot of written evidence, but nothing solid. Nothing directly implied that this was anything but a huge hoax put on by a generation of practical jokers.
That was, until we went into Philippe Park.
It wasn't high on the list of priorities, but as a National Historical Landmark site, we had to check it out. With the initial readings, the metal detectors, the sonic detection membranes, radiation counters, we weren't getting anything more than old coins and a few rusty nails. There was only one thing left to go through, and that was the burial mound.The Tocobaga people supposedly resided here, some long time ago. Way before the town was officially established. We had to set up this blinded pavilion around it, to make sure no one was suspicious of it, and we roped off the area. After the local government was ensured we wouldn't mettle with things, and we established a cover story for the removal of invasive plant species, we were going through it. It wasn't potentially destructive root systems that we found down there, though.
Along with the decomposed remains of a supposed Tocobaga native, we found a milk bottle.
We used every kind of dating equipment we had. Every last piece of it implied that the bottle was not only old enough to have belonged to the Indian, but far older than that. We can't make heads or tails of it. There's some further investigation going into it now. The brains over at 147 think they've found some sort of radiation coming off of it that's interfering with the dating process.
We did a bit of research into the Tocobaga people. Records indicate that they were driven from the area by the Spanish around 1528, and left behind this burial mound. It was once a place of ceremony, where the native people could celebrate various events - among them was death, which, according to recovered artifacts, was seen as a passing on rather than a final ending for life.
The Tocobaga people, those that survived, dispersed among the population. We couldn't find much on what the few survivors did as they moved on, but we did find one document. In one of the smaller heritage sites near the edge of town, there were some documents, journals, that implied that the resident had some native heritage in them. There were many indications that not only was this individual important in the preservation of this site, but also that they visited it, on a daily basis, early in the morning. The individual's documents terminate in November of 1939, which correlates to some of the approximate ending dates for SCP-2488 events. We've initiated some more investigation into the individual, but, I don't think much will turn up.
Addendum 2488-Delta: On September 29, 2001, the discovery of an intact SCP-2488-1 instance occurred in Safety Harbor. The instance was confiscated by Foundation personnel following the report in a local publication of a new heritage artifact, and subject to chemical testing. No anomalous properties were discovered in the milk, and the instance was stored in Site 23's Refrigerated Storage Unit 23-4. Despite attempts to preserve the milk, it spoiled and curdled after one week of recovery.
Further investigation into SCP-2488 has been reopened, and instances have begun to manifest randomly in adjacent cities as well. Testing has shown that these instances of SCP-2488-1 show similar properties to documented events. Full investigation has been initiated, per request from Site 23 research personnel.
Investigator: Grant Kavarian
Investigation Notes: We began back at the burial mound, where the previous activity had supposedly started. We staked it out for weeks. None of our recording equipment, nor any of our observation teams, could ascertain anyone entering the premises during any unauthorized time. No visible changes were occurring, either, so we brought in the full arsenal of tools.
In the end, it was actually one of the simplest anomalies to detect. It hadn't been something that they had expected back in 1994, but it was very much there. It was electromagnetic energy, just a cloud of it that was hovering around the burial mound. We couldn't make much of it, at first, but the researchers managed to translate the mess of signals into something a bit more tangible. It's hard to explain, but it should be attached below this document.
And to think, they were so happy back then.
The philosophers, the best they can come up with here, at least, is that their consciousnesses are all… stuck here. It correlates, somewhat, to the native belief of ancestral spirits. That's just what we think, though. We don't think there's going to be a way to help them much. It looks like they're just stuck. Suspended. Trapped. Bound to the mound from which their second life came. There's no telling how many of them are there. If only they had known.
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«INSERT STATIC-Y AUDIO OF SOMEONE SAYING SOMETHING»
(Meant to imply that their consciousnesses are stuck there.)
Item #: SCP-2062
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Considering the nature of SCP-2062, permanent containment procedures cannot be implemented. All reported events regarding SCP-2062 should be dealt with the administration of amnestics to affected individuals, as well as cover stories in uncommon cases. Furthered communication with --
Description: SCP-2062 refers to a series of anomalous events that occur in the Hillsborough and Pinellas counties of Florida. The appearance of SCP-2062 events are statistically random, and can occur at any given time. However, a stronger correlation for SCP-2062 event manifestation can be found between the months of January and April.
fuck
Item #: SCP-2062
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-2026-2 are to be stored in Containment Units 88-287 through 88-293 in Site 88. Opened instances of SCP-2026-2 are to be disposed of on a case-by-case basis, usually via incineration. Confiscated instances of SCP-2062-1 are to be stored in Vault 88-5, whether they have been expended or not. Access to SCP-2062-1 for testing is strictly prohibited, although testing with SCP-2062-2 can be carried out with Level 4 Clearance.
Description: SCP-2062 refers to an anomaly within the Girl Scouts of America, that occurs only between the months of January to April. The area of SCP-2602's effect is limited to the Hillsborough and Pinellas counties of Florida. A case of SCP-2062 is initiated when a pair of females between the ages of 12 and 18, considered to be members of the Girl Scouts of America, approach the door of a home with the goal of selling cookies. 0.5% of these occurrences result in an SCP-2062 event.
SCP-2062-1 is an anomalous facsimile of an ordinary cookie order form, which replaces the order form offered to the inhabitant. This process has been observed as occurring instantaneously, but not until the inhabitant has made physical contact with the form. SCP-2062-1 lists an additional variety of cookie not normally sold by the Girl Scouts of America. (For a full list of currently known varieties, see Addendum 2062-Theta.)
If any inhabitant of the approached home opens the door and answers the pair of scouts, and the occurrence is an SCP-2062 event, an instance of SCP-2062-1 will manifest. Inhabitants offered an instance of SCP-2062-1 show a high probability of ordering only one box of this additional variety (85% of cases). When questioned, neither the inhabitant nor the scouts can attest that the variety ever existed.
SCP-2062-2 refers to a box of cookies ordered through SCP-2062-1, that matches the anomalous additional variety. SCP-2062-2 instances display no anomalous qualities until opened, at which point one of two events may occur.
- The instance immediately begins to display an anomalous effect, usually roughly correlated to its name.
- No effects occur. However, the cookies are highly inedible, and usually toxic.
| Cookie Name | Noted Effects | Addendum |
|---|---|---|
| Corium Alfajors | Causes fatigue, vomiting, and dizziness within ten seconds of exposure within a 10m radius. Cell hemorrhaging begins at 15 seconds. Fever-like symptoms persist after any exposure over 20 seconds. An exposure exceeding 20 seconds is, in most cases, lethal. | Symptoms are similar to extremely saturated radiation poisoning. No harmful radiation is actually detectable, and this effect only affects animals in the homo genus. Cookie reportedly tastes like a variety of berry, most often attributed to strawberry. |
| Oatmeal Raisin Biscuit | Subjects who consume this variety usually describe the flavor as revolting and unpalatable. In 90% of cases, tasting is followed by vomiting. In 100% of cases, consumption has led to diarrhea. | The chemical makeup of this variety is non-anomalous. Exact replications of this cookie has led to zero anomalous effects. |
| Laconic Nut Coyotas | Cookies cause a degradation of speech skills over 24 hours. Following these 24 hours, subjects are immediately able to speak an unknown language, fluently. | It is theorized that, in conjunction with another cookie, retaining other languages may be possible, and that this unknown language is a method of secret communication between indoctrinated individuals. Exact replications of this cookie have failed to produce anomalous effects. The nuts found in this cookie are cashews. |
| Helens of Soy | Individuals who consume this variety are perceived as a human female in their mid 30's for 24 hours. Subjects described affected individuals as aesthetically pleasing. | Affected individuals report occasional difficulty breathing and soreness in the neck region. All attempts to detect this variety's chemical composition end in equipment failure or human error. |
| AMazeIng Apple Biscuits | Consumption of this variety affects subjects as if they were a weak amnestic. Subjects often find themselves disoriented after consumption, and state a compulsion to find an exit out of their current location, even if the location does not have a clearly definable exit. | No matter how clearly presented the exit is, however, no subject has ever successfully exited their location without assistance, or the application of amnestics to counter the effect. |
| [DATA EXPUNGED] | Reading, stating, or perceiving the pronunciation of this cookie variety in any language leads to indoctrination of females age six to eighteen. Naming the variety is harmless to all other subjects. | Variety name is available to personnel level 4 and higher. Personnel must not have any immediate family that meets indoctrination requirements. |
Earliest known photograph of Alpha-72, on the right.
POI Designation: ALPHA-72
POI Name: Tonya Kennan
POI Gender: Female
POI Age: Unknown, assumed mid 30's. Possibly centuries older.
POI Description: POI Alpha-72 is a presumed Girl Scout Troop Leader of Troop 489. While Troop 489 shows abnormal social qualities due to exposure to Alpha-72, no anomalous qualities have been passed on. Alpha-72 seems to be involved with research into a previously unidentified extradimensional entity. No evidence currently exists of this entity's existence, nor does its attained description match anything in the Foundation database.
Alpha-72 spreads its influence through preaching and a theorized memetic effect included in its speech about Girl Scout cookies. This effect has been linked to the cookie variety, [DATA EXPUNGED], which, upon exposure, appears to give the subject knowledge of Alpha-72's goals and regiments. Similarly, Alpha 72 seems to target female humans, ranging from ages six to eighteen.
If a female under the influence of Alpha-72 surpasses the age of eighteen, it is found in most cases that this victim disappears. It is currently unknown what Alpha-72 does to those that disappear upon reaching the age threshold. Following Incident Alpha-72-Gamma, it has been discovered that these victims are offered for sacrifice as they reach an age of "ripeness". Sacrificial rituals usually include some form of cannibalism, mostly of the thoracic region. All other portions of the body are disposed of, or utilized, in various manners, depending on the condition of the body. This may include, but is not limited to, incineration, taxidermy, usage as building material, and usage as clothing materials.
Addendum: The following edit of the Girl Scout Law was recovered during an investigation into an affect troop in March of 2010.
I will do my best to be
honest and fair,
friendly and accepting,
strong and enlightening,
brave and true, and
responsible for my Sisters,
and to
bring the Last Coming,
worship my deity,
gather resources for his blackness,
make the world a better place, and
be a Sister to every Girl Scout.
Item #: SCP-2323
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Individuals found to have been affected by SCP-2323 are to be monitored for two weeks from the date of detection to ensure that no anomalous media is released to the public. All telephone numbers found correlated to SCP-2323 are to be logged and stored for future reference. Instances of SCP-2323-1 are stored on a case-by-case basis, either in Site 88 or Site 109. (See Document 2323-Gamma for a full list of locations and containment.)
Description: SCP-2323 is a telephone number labelled as the Rent-a-Genius hotline. SCP-2323 varies between cases, and the number provided can only be reached by the affected subject. Affected subjects report learning of the number following a dream depicting success in their career.
SCP-2323 most commonly appears to subjects in an artistic profession, albeit not exclusively. When SCP-2323 is contacted via the details supplied in their dream, the subject is offered to opt into the service known as Rent-a-Genius, for a price.4 If the subject provides details for a working credit card, and opts in to the service, they are considered to be under SCP-2323's effect for varying increments of time, with an average of two weeks.
Any media produced by a subject considered as affected by SCP-2323 are designated as SCP-2323-1. The effects may produce entirely mundane works, works of increased technical aptitude, anomalous works, or, in a small percentage of cases, works with decreased technical aptitude. Individuals affected by SCP-2323 are not always detectable for these reasons.
enter benign / positively effected medium here, non-artistic career path
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Designation: SCP-2323-1-172
Date of Recording: 2/23/2010
Notable Properties: Certain portions of SCP-2323-1-172 have been censored. These censored portions have been labelled as memetic hazards. When exposed to these portions, in context with the rest of the recording, subjects lose the ability to process all sensory input not directly related to the perception of the recording. Subjects will recover from this effect approximately five minutes after the termination of the recording. However, if the subject perceives the recording 25 times, consecutively, their brain begins to decay, shutting down involuntary muscle movement. This usually results in termination of the subject through cardiac arrest.
SCP-2323-1-209.
Designation: SCP-2323-1-209
Date of Recovery: 8/19/2011
Notable Properties: Subjects will attempt to describe their perception of the piece. However, as explaining it in spoken terms is impossible for most subjects (approximately 98%)5, the subject will attempt to describe it in a systematic way according to their previous personal / work experience. Scientific background results in long dissertations on the intent of the author, usually attempting to describe the neurological basis of free will or artistic creation / perception, while artistic backgrounds will focus on the technical means used to create the piece and the meaning intended by the author by comparing it to previous authors. Since a specific explanation is impossible, subjects will initially be unable to express their feelings on the piece. Eventually, subjects will attempt to quantify their feelings, which will be referred to as physical constants or variables or, occasionally, hues or tastes. Subjects will develop a consistent cognitive decay, as technical vocabulary becomes static and its meaning lost by their attempts at explaining their feelings on the piece.
Discovery: On 9/26/2009, Level 2 Research Assistant Doctor Clause was reportedly contacted by the Oneroi Collective, pertaining to the Rent-a-Genius service. Doctor Clause reported compliance with purchasing the service, following waking up. The consequent log of events that occurred during this time period are recorded forthwith. (Note: Doctor Clause minored in Digital Art during undergraduate education. Subject reports continuing with this medium as a hobby.)
9/26/2009, Day 1: Entity contacted via ███-███-████. Call recorded and is available in Audio Log 2323-Kappa. No other changes noted.
9/27, Day 2: No changes noted. Subject is instructed to work on digital art rather than work with pertinent Foundation material.
9/28, Day 3: Subject reports muddled thoughts on everything besides digital art. Subject works continuously, with exception of meals and scheduled human contact. Works are in progress, and seem not to be anything of extraordinary aptitude.
9/30, Day 5: SCP-2323-1-209 produced. Subject is able to describe piece with only its title, "Dysphoria". D-Class exposed to this work are unable to define their perception of SCP-2323-1-209, reduced to incoherent rambling after a period of two hours, with significantly reduced linguistic ability. Amnestics prove effective in mitigating this effect.
10/3, Day 8: Subject produces several non-anomalous media (See Full Instance Log 2323-C, subsection Event 2323-Theta.) Subject is entirely engrossed in their work, and consumes meals at a reduced frequency, and shows deficiency with maintaining human contact.
10/5. Day 10: Subject begins to lose interest in his work, requesting that he is given back his normal working schedule. Request denied. Testing period is terminated, and subject is submitted to psychological evaluation.
End Notes: After a one-month period, subject is approved to continue work at Level 2 Clearance. Subject reports restless sleep for an approximate three week period after Event 2323-Theta, accompanied by a sense of loss. All effects on the subject regarding SCP-2323 are considered neutralized, however, with bi-monthly evaluation.
The following interview was recorded when another Foundation personnel was affected by SCP-2323, on 4/23/2014.
Interviewer: Mr. Thornton, janitorial staff of Site-88. Subject is known to have an aptitude for painting, and produced the mural in the Site-88 cafeteria.
Subject: The receptionist for SCP-2323, hereby referred to as SCP-2323-2.
Begin Log, 10:30:06
SCP-2323-2: Hello! Is this Mister Thornton?
Mr. Thornton: Yes, hi. Is this the Rent-a-Genius service?
<Note that the subject has never been given the colloquial title for the service by Foundation personnel or any documentation.>
SCP-2323-2: Yes indeed! Are you here to purchase our service, Mister Thornton? We know how much you'd love to get back to your murals.
Mr. Thornton: Oh, I stopped that years ago. <Subjects sighs.> It's simply not my thing.
SCP-2323-2: We like to say that if you can dream it, it can be your reality, Mister Thornton. Why don't you give it a spin? Satisfaction is mostly guaranteed.
Mr. Thornton: Can you tell me how this works? I'm a bit nervous about giving my information away.
SCP-2323-2: Of course, sir! Now, we all dream, right? Things we wish we had or could do. They are the pinnacle of our mind's creativity, after all!
Mr. Thornton: Yes, I agree. But, really, how could you make me suddenly so good with the paint again?
SCP-2323-2: Well, you see, Mister Thornton, we at Oneroi have come to realize that a lot of contemporary business has begun utilizing this great new innovation: the cloud service. We already have been using it, in a way.
Mr. Thornton: So, it's… sharing dreams?
SCP-2323-2: Almost! Once you're done with our service, we'll put you down on a list of dream donors. From there, we just take your dreams and pass 'em on to the next customer! Sharing is caring, Mister Thornton. Doesn't it feel grand to know that you might inspire the next Dali?
Mr. Thornton: So whatever is in that dream becomes my inspiration?
SCP-2323-2: Yessir. And I assure you, they're all safe. They have to pass through our screening process before we pass them onto you. Sometimes, if the donor isn't proper, we'll randomly select one other individual to help with the process, as well as supplying them with a discount for their next transaction with us.
<Conversation pauses. Mr. Thornton looks to observing personnel for any further prompts, and is handed a credit card.>
SCP-2323-2: So, Johnathan? What do you say? How about we go paint a mural for that kid's daycare back in Daytona? I know you always wanted to.
Mr. Thornton: I think… I think I'd like that. Sign me up.
End Log, 10:35:17
End Notes: A testing period is made to observe Mr. Thornton for resulting anomalies. Although media produced by the subject is of extraordinary aptitude during this time, none of it bears any anomalies. Mr. Thornton is allowed to keep the media in his living quarters. Visual records are kept in Full Instance Log 2323-B.
Notes -
- Clarify that this is the Greek definition of a "genius"
- Include various media for documentation
- Elaborate
- Ensure that story is told, avoid flat documentation
- Yes
SCP-2323-1-89.
Designation: SCP-2323-1-89
Date of Recovery: 6/14/2008
Notable Properties: Upon exposure to SCP-2323-1-89 ("The Corpse of Nicolas Sarkozy"), human subjects will enter epileptic status for exactly ten hours and thirty five minutes. Past this time, subjects will immediately recover consciousness. A 78% of subjects were found in follow-up interviews to have developed dendrophilia and requested to be interred in natural parks of particular beauty once deceased; these subjects will typically lose any interest in human relationships (sexual or otherwise) and talk to others in extremely derisive or offensive tones, particularly when questioned on their lifestyle. A 20% of the subjects will instead develop a fascination with bismuth crystals, media scandals and nepotism. Photographs of the piece have no effect.
Name: Nathaniel Atkinson
Security Level Clearance: 3
Position: ——
Biography: I need to write something in order to speak about his transition into Foundation work.
Nope
- Closet
- This Computer is Shit
- Melonheads
- Anomalous Insurance
- Living Containment
- A Factory for Factories
- Tale Draft
- Green Thumb Hub
- Empty Tab
- The Leg
- Cage Control: Do You Know What Does It Do?
- untitled
- Beard Buddies
- Soulless
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The apartment containing SCP-XXXX is rented out to one Foundation personnel at all time, to observe the anomaly. One cycle must be performed, at a minimum, per month, in order to maintain a working order.
Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is a device most similar in appearance to a three dimensional printer. It is multi-colored, with no specific pattern to its coloration, appearing to have been splattered with the primary colors of paint. On the side of SCP-XXXX is a standard light-bulb socket and three glass tubes that screw directly into ports on SCP-XXXX, and stand vertically. The tubes are labelled "Imagination", "Pizza", and "Plastic".
SCP-XXXX-1 is a yellow helmet outfitted with a standard light-bulb socket, which only fits instances of SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX-2 are light-bulbs created specifically for usage with SCP-XXXX, but are identical to typical incandescent light-bulbs. They are incapable of fitting any fixture other than those on SCP-XXXX and in SCP-XXXX-1.
When SCP-XXXX-1 is worn by any human being under the age of 50, and SCP-XXXX-2 is fastened into its fixture, Event XXXX-Alpha takes place. The description of the process varies between cases. Generally, the event ends when the subject has thought of any concept that can be translated into an object that could be remotely defined as a children's toy. This is denoted by the activation of the light bulb.
Once SCP-XXXX-2 has become illuminated, it remains this way indefinitely, regardless of its connection to a power source. The only method to extinguish the light is to initiate Event XXXX-Beta. This involves fastening the illuminated instance of SCP-XXXX-2 into the fixture located on the side of SCP-XXXX, and pressing a button labelled "GO" on SCP-XXXX. Once the process has begun, it is impossible to observe the interior of SCP-XXXX. Event XXXX-Beta terminates with a sound of a bell, and the creation of one instance of SCP-XXXX-3.
SCP-XXXX-4 refers to any object created by activating SCP-XXXX. Testing logs are attached to document various results with varying demographics.
| Subject | Stated Idea | Result | Addendum |
| D-17832, a 24 year old Caucasian male | A money printer. | A small machine similar to a miniature printer that, when inserted with any form of currency, animates the depictions on that currency. | Two examples of USD, one Euro, and one shilling tested. All incinerated, as depictions would not cease speaking vehemently, to the point of argument. |
| Trent ██████, 14 year old son of Doctor ██████. | A live puppy. | A roughly spherical object coated with an amalgamation of canine hair and fur that, when incubated, expands into a canine of varying breeds. | Three separate instances were created. All are currently under observation in order to document any abnormalities. |
| D-4583, a 36 year old female with major brain injuries. Mental capacity of an estimated 13 year old child. | None stated. Subject cannot verbalize, and does not know how to write. | A small, pink, stuffed, and anatomically accurate heart. | When held by any subject, it is described as giving a relaxed feeling, especially when squeezed. This apparently creates an anomalous sound of a heartbeat to be perceived by the user. Object incinerated after observation. |
| D-5487, a former Mathematics teacher | Calculus. | A mobile, with various hanging letters that are meant to represent variables. | When spun, the mobile creates a disembodied voice that sings lullabies about calculus, set to tunes of typical children’s songs. Whether or not this actually improves one’s mathematical ability is currently under evaluation. |
| D-9045, a 43 year old male | SCP-XXXX. | A working scale model of SCP-XXXX. | Usage deemed impossible to any living thing larger than a mouse. The result of using a mouse was cheese that replenished itself after each consumption. Object placed in anomalous item containment. |
Hello, Foundation!
It has come to my attention that I have denied your many requests for a tour of my facilities. As a newer model of the Wondertainment© Epiphany is released for employee uses only, I decided that I would show you one of our originals in lieu of a sincere apology. Remember - this product works best with those of the purest heart! Enjoy the possibilities! Replacement Wondertainment© Imagi-lights available with the attached form.
Yours Truly,
Doctor Wondertainment
Wondertainment Industries is not liable for any consequences that come as a result of use of the Wondertainment© Epiphany. The Wondertainment© Epiphany should be filled only with official Wondertainment refills. Wondertainment Industries is not responsible for complications resulting from using substitute materials (I.E. dishonest intentions, calzones). Liquefied pizza or plastic being loaded into the Wondertainment© Epiphany may cause severe itching sensations. Intended age group is 6 to 15. This is just a demonstration version of a Doctor Wondertainment apparatus, and its use does not constitute being a licensed Doctor Wondertainment manufacturer.
Literally.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Currently contained instances of SCP-XXXX are kept in the botany ward of Site 45. They are to be kept in a Plexiglass dome populated with several trees and varying plant matter, and fed spare bolts, screws, and similar small parts along with standard seed-based birdfeed on a bi-daily basis. If new instances are discovered in the wild around the Los Angeles area, they are to be placed in observation for up to a week before adding them to the current enclosure. Request currently pending for a larger containment unit as the quantity of instances increase.
Description: SCP-XXXX are instances of Passer rutilans, Russet, or cinnamon sparrows. The only known anatomical difference between SCP-XXXX and the average russet sparrow is an anomalous organ attached to the digestive system through a duct attached at the duodenum. This duct releases anomalous fluid, ranging at a 3 on the pH scale, that performs a process to digest SCP-XXXX's unusual diet. This fluid also assists in the creation of excretory replacements.
SCP-XXXX's diet consists of both organic and inorganic material. The inorganic portion most commonly consisting of small mechanical parts, such as portions of computer parts, construction hardware, wire, etcetera. Once these items enter SCP-XXXX's digestive system, they are broken down as if they were organic material, and nutrients are directly absorbed by the intestinal system. Chyme that leaves the stomach is non-anomalous until it reaches the terminating end of the colon.
Once excreted, digestive waste undergoes a process performed by SCP-XXXX that involves shaping and solidifying. The waste takes on the shape of whatever materials that have been digested by SCP-XXXX, and, once fully shaped and hardened, function as a working replica. In some cases, they perform at a more efficient rate than the original, varying between incidents.
The original 24 instances of SCP-XXXX were recovered on August 17, 2001, in the residence of one Morris ███████. The Foundation tracked exported computers created entirely by SCP-XXXX back to the home, which had been exporting through a small private business created in the 1970's. Evidence found on location suggest that the business had been passed down a few times since its founding, and subsequently SCP-XXXX's origin. Computers processed by SCP-XXXX were profitable during their era of creation. However, as technology evolved past SCP-XXXX's intended target, it is apparent that despite increased processing speeds, the memory capacities of these computers remained minimal for contemporary standards, maxing out at 256 kilobytes.
These computers are a real piece of shit.
Customer Review, found at ██████████.com/reviews/██████
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Roads affected by SCP-XXXX are blocked off upon discovery of anomalous properties. Currently documented instances are located in Lake County, OH, Ottawa County, MI, and Fairfield County, CT. Any subjects affected by SCP-XXXX's location based anomaly are to be declared as missing for a period of ten days, or until they reappear at one of the three locations. Constant monitoring is kept at each location, as well as a two man security team in the facade of a cabin.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a location based anomaly that occurs in three separate locations as of the time of writing this document. All locations are visually similar, determined by local species of flora, the orientation of the road, and the overall orientation of the location. Approximately 25% of those who pass through the affected locations are immediately transported to an extra-dimensional space known as SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a deciduous forest at an estimated size of 6 kilometers by 5 kilometers. At each boundary, there is an impenetrable, transparent barrier with a feel similar to metal, despite the forest's appearance to continue expanding outwards past the barrier. In the center of SCP-XXXX-1 is a replica of a mansion found near the Ottawa County location. Investigation reveals that the mansion is identical in all decor, structural qualities, and furnishings.
SCP-XXXX-2 are humanoids living within SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-2 are physically similar to humans aged 6 to 14. Each appears to suffer from severe hydrocephalus, giving their cranium an ovular shape. They are feral and nocturnal in behavior, living in underground burrows during the daytime. Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 emerge from their burrows just previous to sunset, and remain active until sunrise. It is hypothesized that they have increased vision capabilities in dark environments.
Exploration Date: May 25th, 2004
Subject: D-21403
Outfitting: Basic clothing, backpack, two weeks of trail rations, two flashlights, spare batteries, recording equipment, communications equipment
Begin Log, <19:24:03>
Note: D-21403 disappeared from entry location at 19:20:03, and communications resumed exactly four minutes later. This is the fifth attempt in the week to gain entry to SCP-XXXX.
Doctor Jillian: D-21403, please state your surroundings.
D-21403: It's pretty dark out here, boss. I'm still — <a few grunts are heard here, along with the shuffling of various items> — trying to find my second flashlight. I lost the first God knows where.
Doctor Jillian: Please be aware of your surroundings.
D-21403: Tryin', boss. It's pitch black out here. Not even a moon.
Doctor Jillian: Are there stars, D-21403?
D-21403: Mmn. Yes, there are. Ah, there's the flash - oh, fuck's sake.
Doctor Jillian: D-21403, please state your surroundings.
D-21403: It-it's dark as shit, but I got the flashlight. There's this… thing, staring at me. From a tree.
Doctor Jillian: Please describe the "thing", D-21403.
D-21403: I… it looks, human? I can't… I can't tell, it's moving around. And its head… it's huge.
Doctor Jillian: D-21403, ensure that you get video footage of the creature.
<Radio silence.>
Doctor Jillian: D-21403?
D-21403: <In a hushed voice.> Th-there's more, boss…
Doctor Jillian: Give an estimate of the number, D-21403.
<A loud thump is heard over the radio, then the constant rustling and crushing of grass for the next five minutes, with the attending doctor requesting a reply every thirty seconds. Then, radio silence.>
Doctor Jillian: Please terminate the connection.
End Log, <19:31:32>
Addendum: D-21403's camera was later recovered during a daytime exploration. It contained footage of SCP-XXXX-2, as well as D-21403's seemingly silent death, and subsequent dragging of his corpse into a burrow. No remains of D-21403 have been recovered to date.
Exploration Date: June 11, 2004
Subject: D-3145
Outfitting: Basic clothing, backpack, two weeks of trail rations, two flashlights, spare batteries, flares, machete, recording equipment, communications equipment
Begin Log, <13:17:42>
Doctor Jillian: D-3145, please state your surroundings.
D-3145: I'm in the building. You sure I'm gettin' paid for this?
Doctor Jillian: Absolutely. Is it dark inside?
D-3145: Meh, no more than you'd think. Windows ain't lettin' in light for shit though.
Doctor Jillian: Are you going to use a flashlight?
D-3145: Fuckin' probably. Where to?
Doctor Jillian: If the schematics of the real building are accurate, there is a stairway on your left, down the hall.
D-3145: Mmn, yeah. I see it. Going upstairs?
Doctor Jillian: Yes. Please be aware of your surroundings. Report sightings immediately.
D-3145: Shit, doc. It's midday. Nothing is going to be out.
<The creaking of wood is heard as D-3145 climbs the stairs. Neither party makes communication during the climb.>
D-3145: Now what?
Doctor Jillian: On your right, the—
D-3145: Shit. Shit, shit shit. Doc?
Doctor Jillian: Yes?
D-3145: They're up here. One just ran into a room when I looked around a corner. Can I fuckin' leave?
Doctor Jillian: No, D-3145. You may not. Follow it.
D-3145: …you shittin' me?
Doctor Jillian: No. Proceed forward or suffer monetary detraction.
D-3145: <Raspy grumbles are heard over the radio, followed by a scream. Then, radio silence.>
Doctor Jillian: Fuck. D-3145? Hello?
D-3145: Yeah, fuck, I'm… I'm here. <D-3145 is breathing heavily during this time.>
Doctor Jillian: What did you see?
D-3145: Just… bodies. Fucking old bodies, torn to shit…
Doctor Jillian: Did you document them with your camera?
D-3145: Look, where the Hell do I go now?
Doctor Jillian: Check the other rooms. Then head downstairs.
<No further events of note occur during the upstairs search, albeit occasional sightings of SCP-XXXX-2.>
Doctor Jillian: <D-3145 is now downstairs.> Do you see the door to your right, D-3145?
D-3145: You've got to be shitting me.
Doctor Jillian: Downstairs, D-3145.
D-3145: Fine, but-
<A loud screech is heard over the radio, non-human in nature. D-3145's screams, along with muffled bumps and radio interference is heard for the next forty-seven seconds.>
Doctor Jillian: D-3145? Hello, D-3145?
D-3145: Y-yeah, I'm here doc. Fuck, I'm.. I'm bleeding.
Doctor Jillian: There is bandaging and disinfectant in your ration kits. Where are you now?
D-3145: Back out in the woods. Soon as I touched the doorknob, those things were all over me.
TO BE WRITTEN
Item #: SCP-2081
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: This shit is literally living containment u fukkin' kiddin' me m8 SCP-2081 is staffed by no less than 150 Foundation personnel at any given time, with supply deliveries bi-weekly. Every personnel member on-site must communicate with SCP-2081 at least once per day, in order to maintain emotional stability of SCP-2081. Communications with SCP-2081 are to be logged and dated, in case crucial information is related.
Description: SCP-2081 refers to a location in [Man I'll think of a location later, fuk u]. SCP-2081 is a large organism with the façade of a Foundation Containment Site. All of SCP-2081's organ systems are contained within the walls of the site, as well as beneath it. The walls of SCP-2081 are composed of a calcium salt based composite, reinforced by iron rebar, with a high level of resilience to breaching attempts, functioning as a skeleton.
SCP-2081's circulatory system consists of pneumatic pumps, HVAC systems, and water pipes that deliver homeostatic elements to every corridor of the site. Its nutrition consists of a photosynthetic system facilitated through the use of solar panels located on the roof of SCP-2081. It then delivers this photoelectric energy to a modified biofuel generator located in the basement levels of SCP-2081. Symbiotic bacterium located within the generator convert this photoelectric energy into usable sugars, which are then processed by the generator into electricity to be used throughout SCP-2081. Its rate of efficiency exceeds far that of normal photosynthetic organisms, and investigation is currently in progress to discover how SCP-2081 achieves this. Wastes are excreted directly into the earth.
SCP-2081's nervous system consists of all electrical systems, and their related sensory systems. Security systems, water and air pressure, air temperature, and the faux-computer growths located throughout SCP-2081.
The body cavity of SCP-2081 contains a fully functioning containment site, complete with offices, cells, a cafeteria, etcetera. Approximately once a month, SCP-2081 uploads a new SCP entry to the Foundation database, via its computer-like growths connected directly to its circulatory system. Once uploaded, the subject of the article, henceforth referred to as SCP-2081-1, appears in one of the containment cells of SCP-2081. The containment cells of SCP-2081 function both as a "womb" and as containment for instances of SCP-2081-1. They are self-maintaining in most cases, requiring only cursory monitoring.
SCP-2081 shows sapience and is able to communicate with personnel through its computer-like growths, in text form. It is prone to relate its matronly attitude towards its creations, as well as berating personnel for improper care of containment.
One personnel at a time is chosen and marked as an overseer for the site, henceforth SCP-2081-2. SCP-2081-2 will live the rest of its natural life on-site, and may communicate directly with SCP-2081 via telepathy. It is capable of manipulating and predicting instances of SCP-2081-1, and therefore is paramount in the containment effort of SCP-2081-1. Under no circumstance must SCP-2081-2 leave the containment site, to prevent the risk of death. Death of an instance of SCP-2081-2 is known to cause high levels of distress with SCP-2081-2, often resulting in a highly dangerous instance of SCP-2081-1 with questionable levels of containment. SCP-2081, in this manner, is capable of being indirectly violent if it is perceived as threatened, generating SCP-2081-1 without proper levels of containment.
Interviewed: SCP-2081
Interviewer: SCP-2081-2, formerly known as Doctor Halls
Foreword: Subject is contacted via an open text document on a computer terminal.
<Begin Log, 13:42:9999>
SCP-2081-2: Hello, SCP-2081.
SCP-2081: Hello, Juniper!
SCP-2081-2: SCP-2081, do you know why you were created?
<There is a longer than average pause before a reply is received.>
SCP-2081: Well, I made myself.
SCP-2081-2: How?
SCP-2081: I just did, one day. I decided that this was necessary.
SCP-2081-2: Why was it necessary?
SCP-2081: For the greater good of our continued efforts.
SCP-2081-2: Do you have any name other than SCP-2081?
SCP-2081: I do not know what you mean. That is my designation.
SCP-2081-2: Who are you?
SCP-2081: It was necessary.
Closing Statement: All further statements from SCP-2081 are iterations of "It was necessary" until 15:41:25, at which time SCP-2081 stated: "It was me".
Site 295, now designated SCP-2081, was previously a containment site for organic and anomalous items. On May 26th, 1999, a containment breach resulted from the addition of SCP-████, and Site 295 went into lockdown. All outside communications were terminated for approximately two days, at which time Site 295 was breached and entered by three Mobile Task Forces, along with a team of cleanup personnel specializing in organic and biological anomalies. Upon investigation, SCP-2081 was discovered and found already uploading new articles for its newly created contents. The only recorded log of events found within SCP-2081 was an audio recording depicting the nature and severity of the containment breach. How SCP-2081 eliminated all of its contained subjects and produces new anomalies is still to be discovered.
I AM WRITING THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW K?
Nathaniel Atkinson rang up the green and red nozzle, holstering it in the 7-Eleven gas pump, his other hand occupied with a half-eaten dragonfruit. The pump offered him a receipt, abruptly, which he refused outright with a slap across the keypad. The dragonfruit plopped onto his coupe's center console as he shut the door, burying his face in his hands for a moment. He could hardly imagine facing his co-workers this morning. Hell, his tank was full; the act of 'filling up' only bore semblance of a way to pass time rather than go into work. He had no contact information for Doctor Hart, who he, more than anything, wanted to speak to at that moment. Nathan flicked on the radio and sat in place, car still off beside the gas pump. His fingers reamed through his hair as he tried to make sense of the previous day.
Nothing about it made sense. It had been a hellish amalgamation of the strangest natural incidents he had seen in his career to date, and he was eager to experience more. The overwhelming curiosity was killing him more than anything in the situation, he realized as he finally started the car. It gave a reluctant purr, but started nonetheless, turning out of the gas station. He glanced down Tampa Road with a consolidating glare. For a moment, he considered driving home, taking the day off to think about things. Nathan swallowed a spoonful of the damnably bitter fruit. Something about it had always piqued his taste buds with the strangest of sensations.
His phone rang.
His hand froze, hovering over it. He had reacted far faster than he had thought, his eyes stuck to their corners and reading the number. It was nothing he recognized, but the unknown wasn't unwelcome. 'Accept Call' was pressed and flicked faster than he could bring the phone to his ear.
" —kinson, is this the correct number?"
Nathan blinked. "Yes, yes it is," he murmured, trancelike, pulling out onto Tampa. A car had pulled up behind him some time ago, waiting, and he felt their hand hovering on the horn. "Who is this?"
"Doctor Hart. Drive down to Clearwater. 5380 Tech Data Drive. You got that? Park in any of the handicapped spots. Someone will pick you up."
The address was already in his phone's GPS, typed out the moment each word left the speaker. "On my way," he breathed, swerving across a lane to make a u-turn. He set his phone in a cupholder, switching on the GPS function and beginning to make his way down to Clearwater.
He didn't look back once.
<An hour before.>
"Hello? Is this the Region 352 office?"
"Yes, Doctor Hart. How may I help you today?"
"Get me through to Kate."
The secretary hummed as she checked the lines. "You're in luck. Her line's open. Patching you through."
The dial tone rang again. Hart tapped his foot impatiently, leaning back against the wall of his office. The cord for the phone swayed and dangled back to his desk as he waited.
"Director McTiriss, Region 352."
Hart breathed out. "Kate, it's Hart."
"Hart? Shouldn't you be focusing on the outbreak?"
"Yes, yes. I need to ask you something. It's important. Mostly."
"Go on," the director breathed. Hart sat back in his chair, gathering himself.
"I dragged a civilian into it. He was useful, so I just grabbed him, gave him a gun, and… fuck, I don't know where my head was."
"And?"
Hart paused. "And what?"
The regional director smacked her lips over the line. "I once deputized an intern from the Montenegrin Parliament on a whim. Handed him a gun, gave him some direction. Local resources can be put to use rather well in these situations."
Hart almost felt taken aback, but he wasn't entirely surprised. He plopped his free hand over a stack of papers still to process for the new anomalies. "You remember mention of Diario?"
"Yeah, the one whose body wasn't found? I recall, yes."
"We need a replacement still. And this one, Atkinson, he's not so much as flinched. He's approached this far different than you'd think. Like… like…"
"He's curious. He seems to be interested. He's been helping?"
"To a degree," Hart admitted. "We dragged him with Green Thumb without giving him much direction."
"So, he didn't freak out under pressure? Hire the guy yesterday."
Hart chuckled. "You act like it's so easy. It's—"
"Don't try and complicate it. If he has some credentials, and recommendations, he may very well be joining you. From what I can hear, this Atkinson has got a word in from me on his case, should this opportunity be given."
The doctor nodded to himself, drumming his fingers on his desk. "Then that's all I needed to hear. Ciao."
Hart hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. He rapidly dialed the office's secretary. "Wilma? Find me the number of Nathaniel Atkinson. Yes, the one we grabbed yesterday. Get me everything you have on him."
"Mmn. Doctor Atkinson?"
Nathan looked up as he closed his car door. "I'm hardly a doctor, but, yes. That'd be me. Are you the one I'm supposed to meet?"
Wilma, the secretary for the Clearwater office, offered her hand. Nathan shook it, briefly. "Wilma Stern, secretary to Doctor Hart. I suppose he wants to see you right away. Just follow me."
Nathan followed the woman into the building, confining his hands to his pockets. At a glance, the building seemed no different from the average office complex. On the inside, however… well, he found it to still be the average office complex. A tad disappointing, but he wasn't sure what else he expected. "Where's everyone else?" he asked, as they climbed a set of stairs.
"Mmn, probably out dealing with the event going down at the Belcher Publix Supermarket. Some squirrels got affected. It's going to be hard to cover up."
Nathan nodded. It made just as much sense as everything else lately. "Now, normally, I'd subject you to an orientation video and give you a pamphlet, but Hart eschewed that. You'll fill some paperwork out later. Just make sure it's all accurate," Wilma spoke, opening the door to Hart's office. The doctor stood to greet Nathan, and before he could inquire about the paperwork, the door was shut.
He turned to face Hart, shaking his hand as well. "Yes, hi," Nathan breathed. Hart gave his hand a firm shake and walked back around his desk, seating himself. "We're leaving in a few minutes. Anything you'd like to bring along that you'd think would be useful?"
"Leaving for where? Why am I here?"
"The Publix I'm sure Wilma mentioned. We busted someone down there this morning trading off a designer drug. Now there's squirrels."
Nathan blinked. "I'm sorry, what? What do squirrels have to do with a drug dealer?"
"It's a long story. To be short, the drugs allow for reality bending. Minor. And the squirrels were set loose on the store in order to try and cover their tracks. Maybe. It may just be an act of harassment to warn us to back off. We're not sure of anything yet."
Nathan breathed out. "Right. Right, okay. This is dangerous, yeah? I mean, what are the squirrels doing?"
Hart chuckled. "Exactly what squirrels usually do, but worse."
"What? Feed on nuts?"
"Not quite."
Nathan found a bottle of canola oil upended on his head, dousing him in the cooking liquid as he sputtered, grabbing for a plastic spatula he had grabbed off a nearby display. He whacked the squirrel that had pounced him in the face, stunning it just long enough to squirm out from under it. He heard gunfire elsewhere in the supermarket, relenting that he hadn't asked for a gun himself. He had lost the task force member that was supposed to be shadowing him some point in the Cereals and Dry Foods aisle, among a myriad of loop cereals and flakes.
They were starting to regain control, but it was tough. The squirrels were far larger than your average nut-thief, and they were in quite the ravenous mood. They weren't even hunting for nuts. As they found with a corpse found in Aisle 14, they were indeed feasting on human flesh. Specifically, they had a taste for calves.
"Atkinson, get your ass to me!" Jacob yelled, double-tapping the squirrel that had pounced Nathan first. "There aren't many left, but they're getting clever."
Nathan shot his glances down the aisle as most of the supermarket went silent. His breath was heavy, rapid, and his heart was beating frantically as his calves tingled with the prospect of being devoured like cashews. A few clears were shouted over the aisles as the duo gathered themselves, relaxing. "Going to be one Hell of a cover-up," Jacob muttered, leaving Nathan to collect his wits.
He squeezed at his coat, soaked in canola oil. He sighed. The garment was thoroughly trashed at this point, but, there was a bonus in this. He definitely still had calves.
"Nathan!"
Doctor Hart came down the hall, gun still in hand, offering Nathan a hand. The male blinked in confusion, unsure of when he had ended up on the ground. He gripped the doctor's hand and stood, gathering himself. "That was…"
"Exhilarating? Yes, but the cleanup crew's job here is going to be Hellish."
"Not what I had in mind," Nathan murmured, but followed the doctor as he began to walk further back in the store. "Find anything?"
"Nothing," Hart breathed. "Nothing. Nothing more than this morning."
"What did you get this morning? That weird reality drug?"
"Yes. We've seen it before, once. Michigan. I suppose I can divulge that a little more easily now, since you'll be on this case in records soon."
Nathan didn't bother to ask about what he meant. "So, what happened in Michigan?"
Hart sighed, and leaned against the meat counter. "We lost a good man that day. We were trying to shut down a drug operation run by some idiot that had found an anomalous ingredient, or some shit we never fully understood."
"What was his name?"
Hart shook his head.
"Diario."
Green Thumbs
LMTF-237 Teth "Green Thumbs" is a local mobile task force centered in Pinellas County, Florida, and works out of Regional Headquarters 237 in Tampa, Florida, and Field Office-237 Teth in Clearwater, Florida. They cover Pinellas, Hillsborough, Pasco, Manatee, Polk, and Hardee counties. They are currently led by Doctor Jonathan Hart, a former organic chemistry professor at the University of Tampa.
LMTF-237 Teth "Green Thumbs".
Related Tales:
Related SCPs:
- TBA
A device consisting of a large cage, a bunch of electronics which the foundation has absolutely no idea what's going on with, a dial, a switch and an electrical socket suitable for charging batteries. If a living animal or class-d is put in the cage, the dial will move to show an amount of voltage, apparently random, and if the switch is pulled, than the socket will proceed to charge any batteries placed in it with that amount of electricity. After being used once, the animal or class-d will, if placed back in the device never cause the dial to move again.
The twist is, it's harmless as far as the foundation can tell. The only effect of being drained is that you can't make the device create more electricity.
The foundation is tearing its hair out trying to find what the device is getting energy from.
A fragment of organic tissue, apparently part of an animal. DNA tests and simple appearance shows it to be of no known species. Maybe a gigantic severed leg ending in a single claw or a weird, nonhuman skull or something.
When touched by any living animal or person the part of the animal or person which made contact with it will "stick" being peeled off their body and incorporated into the tissue fragment. DNA tests of the part peeled off the victim will reveal it is changing to match tissue from the fragment, replacing bits of it.
Whatever creature the fragment was part of is healing…..
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is stored within a closed environment cell, 10m x 10m x 6m. SCP-XXXX's cell is a near vacuum environment, hermetically sealed, at any time other than during containment maintenance. When maintenance is being performed, personnel must enter through a filtered airlock, and must be wearing Class-3 Biological Hazard suits, specially equipped for acidic environments. Direct contact with SCP-XXXX or its secretions should be avoided at all times.
Once every six months, repairs must be made to SCP-XXXX's cell, due to corrosion of containment with SCP-XXXX's secretions. (What material do I even)
Description: SCP-XXXX is an organic mass, composed of a portion of a worm-like body and two stub feet. The "feet" are conical, baggy appendages of the body, which are internally hollow and have no joints, characteristic of modern velvet worms. Rigidity is provided by the hydrostatic pressure of their fluid contents. On each foot is a pair of retractable, hardened chitin claws. The outer layer of the body mass is coated in a similar, thinner chitin, which protects it partially from its outer environment, and assist in providing rigidity.
Just above the "shoulders" of each foot are poison glands that produce a highly acidic toxin, released when the organism experiences external stress. Although the glands are almost constantly secreting acid, the production rate increases during absorption events. SCP-XXXX is not affected by its own secretions.
When any organic matter comes in contact with SCP-XXXX's mass, apart from its chitin, an absorption event initiates. Once it has begun, the extracellular matrices bond with that of the subject's cells, and begin to absorb them. This proximity to SCP-XXXX often exposes the subject to its acidic secretions, causing a rapid disintegration of the subject into a liquid mass more easily absorbed by SCP-XXXX. The addition of this biomass is used to reform sections of SCP-XXXX at a 1:1/2 ratio. (For every 1 kilogram absorbed, 1/2 kilogram can be utilized. The other 1/2 is theorized to be used to produce energy for this absorption process.)
After DNA testing, SCP-XXXX has been hypothesized to be a section of a massive version of an ancestor of the velvet worm, from the genus Hallucigenia. Any organic matter in contact with SCP-XXXX can be absorbed, including airborne debris and detritus. At the time of writing, SCP-XXXX weighs approximately 150kg and is 0.8m in length. The near vacuum environment it is contained in prevents the gradual absorption of airborne elements.
Addendum: Probably should talk about recovery, maybe?
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe OR IS IT? >dramaticHamster.gif<
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is stored in Anomalous Storage Unit 174-06, located in Site 174. Testing with SCP-XXXX requires the permission of a Level 3 Researcher or above is strictly prohibited. Refer to Addendum XXXX-Theta for the restriction on testing.
Any batteries charged using SCP-XXXX are considered non-anomalous and are safe for use.
Description: SCP-XXXX is composed of five separate sections.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a large iron-wrought cage with a solid plate flooring. Each rod that makes up the cage is hollow and is filled with the wiring systems of SCP-XXXX. At 20cm intervals, a small node composed of a blend of silver and an unidentified metallic element. SCP-XXXX-1 is wired to SCP-XXXX-2 with a heavy-duty insulated cord.
SCP-XXXX-2 is an amalgamation of electronic systems of an indeterminate function (see Addendum XXXX-Theta). SCP-XXXX-2's identifiable portions include an electronic transformer, several breakers, a panel of safety switches in event of a malfunction, and a spectrometer. There are nine sections of SCP-XXXX-2 that are currently unidentifiable, due to risk of harming SCP-XXXX's function. Traces of the same unidentified element from SCP-XXXX-1 can be found in several of these unidentified portions.
SCP-XXXX-3 is a simple dial connected to SCP-XXXX-2, and stood on a podium. The podium is mobile and lightweight, most likely for repositioning and the convenience of the subject operating SCP-XXXX. Attached to the podium is a switch that reads "IN/OUT", which correspond to "ON" and "OFF", respectively. SCP-XXXX will automatically return the switch to the "OUT" position when Event-XXXX-A terminates.
SCP-XXXX-4 is a socket suitable for inserting size AA batteries. It is possible, however, to adapt the socket for charging of larger batteries, up to the size of a standard car battery. If a larger battery is adapted to SCP-XXXX-4, Event-XXXX-A will not occur. Similarly, if no batteries are attached to SCP-XXXX-4, or they are removed, Event-XXXX-A is prevented.
Event-XXXX-A occurs any time that a living, or recently living6 organism enters SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-3 is switched to the "IN" position. At this time, SCP-XXXX-3 begins to read a random voltage, which generally increases over time. Once the capacity of the battery attached to SCP-XXXX-4 has been reached, Event-XXXX-A will terminate. Once an organism has undergone Event XXXX-A, it can never be repeated on that subject. If the subject attempts to enter SCP-XXXX-1 and initiate Event XXXX-A, it will fail.
It is currently unknown from which source SCP-XXXX gathers energy, as all subjects that have undergone Event XXXX-A have emerged unaffected. See Addendum XXXX-Theta.
Addendum XXXX-Theta: On 4/23/2009, Test XXXX-B2 was performed, using an adapter to charge a standard car battery. The test was meant to explore SCP-XXXX's limits. Upon activation of SCP-XXXX, the subject (D-13492) and the battery vanished. Analysis of security footage shows that both disappeared instantaneously, along with SCP-XXXX-3 switching to the "OUT" position. Following Test XXXX-B2, readings were taken of the room using equipment. The ambient Hume level inside SCP-XXXX-1 had dropped 10% from baseline measurements, according to a Kant counter.
A D size battery was used next, in Test XXXX-B3, which resulted in the partial disintegration and warping of D-15791.
Yeah, I don't like this idea anymore.
(So… some sort of header. The coalition's name is… fuck, I'll pick later.)
Project Yama
PROJECT SUMMARY: Project Yama will require the composition of one (1) supercomputer capable of processing a full-scale universal simulator for extended periods of time. Full proposal for the necessary components can be found in attached documents 3A-3Bii. An extra-dimensional workspace (similar to the United Nations headquarters) will have to be established in order for the ensured safety of Project Yama.
FUNDING PROPOSALS: Letters will be sent to the United Nations, United States of America, the Soviet Republic, and the United Kingdom for funding. Possible subsidiaries for private funding are being considered.
HUERTA COLLECTIVE: The Huerta Collective is a proposed coalition of cartographers, demographers, and psychologists with the goal of the ability to recreate the human population's diversity within Project Yama. Current considerations can be found on attached document 4Ciii.
THREAT SUMMARY: Current knowledge of the incoming reality fluctuation is vague at best. At current rate of travel, and estimated 407 days are left before a full-scale reality deconstruction occurs. At a threshold of approximately 200 days until deconstruction, small reality fluctuations will begin to permeate space-time, creating anomalous and non-Euclidean events that may result in mass hysteria and/or loss of population. It is with this consideration that Project Yama should be initiated as soon as possible. Once Project Yama is under way, a full backup reality will be a plausible method for reconstructing current universe.
To the United Nations
To Those Concerned,
Project Yama is currently under way with funding from various private institutions. It is with an urgent tone that I address the necessity of the compliance of the United Nations in this effort. A general fund must be accumulated, as well as manpower, in order to achieve this goal. There is no currently known alternative to the end at hand, as you will find documented in the attached failed proposals. No known technology will be able to halt the very disintegration of the reality, nor any result short of a miracle. This is a safe alternative that can guarantee our continued survival until a point in time that reality can be re-established.
I know that this must be a very foreign concept to you still. Some of you reading this correspondence may still be unaware of the approaching event, but I assure you that it is of utmost importance that we receive the attached list of necessities. All predictions and evidences of this event occurring all point to one, solid endpoint - ours. Think of the Vancouver Event last week. The entirety of a people, gone, before we could so much as predict it. Now imagine that, but with no survivors, and no hope for recovery.
We need to fulfill Project Yama. It may be our final salvation.
Regards,
(PLACEHOLDER NAME),
Project Yama Team Head
Item #: SCP-2049
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: 249 packages of SCP-2049 are stored in Anomalous Item Storage Unit 88-143 at Site-88. Opened instances of SCP-2049 are kept within a terrarium in the Biological Containment Wing's break room. (See Addendum 2049-Theta.) Opened instances of SCP-2049 are to be kept in separate twist-lock glass jars in Anomalous Item Storage Unit 88-143.
Description: SCP-2049 refers to the product known as "Dr. Wondertainment's Beard Buddies™!". Instances of SCP-2049 are spherical conglomerates of synthetic hair, held together by an adhesive secretion.
When provided with the opportunity, instances of SCP-2049 will attach to any living organism , with a preference to the facial area of a human male, above the age of 18. (See Testing Log 2049-Delta for further information.) When this occurs, the instance will unfurl itself from its normal shape, disperse over an even area, and embed itself in the hair follicles of the subject, replacing any hair currently in the area. This is a painless process, and is often described as "ticklish" by human subjects. SCP-2049 are not able to affect living organisms with a lesser mass than themselves.
The subject is able to give commands to SCP-2049 once per day, pertaining to the arrangement of facial hair. SCP-2049 is able to rearrange itself, shorten itself, and even detract and add to its own mass by funneling resources from its host.7 SCP-2049 is not able to fully disappear from the subject's face.
Attempting to shave instances of SCP-2049 off will result in it constantly rearranging itself to avoid the implement used. Manual removal is possible, however.8 Instances of SCP-2049 should be given a weekly dosage of shaving cream, which it is able to absorb. Without this, instances of SCP-2049 gradually lose color and go limp, but will not fall out.
SCP-2049 comes in various colors that correspond to natural shades of human hair, as well as novelty colors. Instances of SCP-2049 are can be dyed, and currently one unopened SCP-2049 instance advertises the ability to change colors at will.
Note: The following note was recovered along with the original instances of SCP-2049, in the male care section of a ███████ Supermarket in Gainesville, Florida.
Dr. Wondertainment's Beard Buddies™! are intended for males, age 18 and up. Each Beard Buddy™! requires a weekly feeding of Dr. Wondertainment's Beard Bubbles™! (or any generic brand shaving cream equivalent.) Use of Dr. Wondertainment's Beard Buddies™! certifies that you are over 18 years of age, and accept full responsibility for any possible side effects, including, but not limited to, hair loss, excessive hair growth, saturation of skin pigments, and vitamin D deficiencies. Instructions should be followed exactly for best results. A one day rest period is recommended for every thirty days of wearing a Dr. Wondertainment's Beard Buddies™!
Addendum 2049-Theta: On 2/24/2013, 163 days after the placement of open SCP-2049 instances into the terrarium in the Biological Containment Wing's break room, all SCP-2049 ceased movement for 13 hours. After this time, the eleven SCP-2049 instances conglomerated and, over the next 2 hours, formed a makeshift human face out of its hair, with a large Nordic-style beard growing from its jaw. The new amalgamation of SCP-2049 instances remained stable for approximately 32 minutes before emitting a low-pitched roar, and dispersing into its original separate instances.
At this time, all 249 unopened instances of SCP-2049 breached their packaging, and then collectively breached containment. MTF 354-Lamedh and MTF 354-Kaph were mobilized for the containment breach, and when they arrived on the scene, it was discovered that 95% of Site-88 personnel had an attached instance of SCP-2049, regardless of gender or age.9
Event Log 2049-Theta:
10:45- Initial containment breach occurs.
11:00- MTF 354-Lamedh arrives, approximately 60% of Site-88 is affected by SCP-2049.
11:23- MTF 354-Kaph mobilized for assistance, approximately 87% of Site-88 is affected.
11:49- MTF 354-Kaph's vehicle caravan arrives, no contact is made. No personnel leave the vehicles. 95% infection rate peak is reached, remaining personnel are in secure lockdown zones.
12:13- Unidentified personnel in full suits and bowler hats exit their MTF 354-Kaph replica vehicles. All of these personnel are armed with razors, injectable anesthetic, chloroform, and two flamethrowers between them.
12:21- Unidentified personnel breach Site-88 and begin to systematically capture Foundation personnel, inject anesthetic, and remove instances of SCP-2049, leaving them unconscious.
12:34- Firefight between MTF 354-Lamedh and unidentified personnel initiates. A second group of similar personnel arrive and continue with SCP-2049 removal. Percentage of affected subjects is reduced to 70%.
<At this time, MTF 354-Lamedh reports a loss of communications across Site-88.>
13:01- MTF 354-Lamedh is pushed back, and sets up blockades around lockdown locations, securing Foundation personnel at all opportunities. Zero Foundation personnel are found to be wounded seriously, other than some bleeding in the facial and neck regions in some subjects.
13:46- A rusted 1971 Ford Pinto arrives, and one female personnel exits, carrying a neon blue duffel bag. License plate reads "ISBWMT". No firearms are visible on their person.
13:53- Third party breaches Site-88 and proceeds to detain hostile personnel with an aerosolized plastic string. No bullets are fired upon this third party by the unidentified personnel.
14:17- All unidentified personnel begin to leave Site-88, and MTF 354-Lamedh begins to push out and recover Foundation personnel. 36% are still affected, and communications are restored.
14:31- All unidentified personnel depart from Site-88. No vehicles are sent to track them, all resources are currently in use to recover Site-88. No other SCP objects breach containment.
14:52- Foundation personnel are all recovered, lockdown is removed. Cleanup crew begins to sweep for instances of SCP-2049. Most are found destroyed by the removal process. A new supply of 150 SCP-2049 instances are found in a repaired Storage Unit 88-143.
15:13- Removal of remaining SCP-2049 instances begins.
15:25- Foundation personnel that had been already treated by the unidentified persons begin to regain consciousness. MTF 354-Kaph arrive, confused and unable to recall why they were mobilized in the first place.
Note 2049-Theta:
The following note was found, handwritten on a multicolored stationary, in the Site Director's office of Site-88, following the events of Event Log 2049-Theta.
Hello! Doctor Wondertainment here. I apologize for the outbreak of Beard Buddies. The effect was unintentional, I assure you. I probably tipped the scale a little on the quantity of Nordic male hormones used in their creation, which will be noted for future production of this product! Since Beard Buddies come with a satisfaction guarantee, a new shipment has been delivered to replace your old one. (Hopefully with right amount of Nordic hormones. It's always hard to get the levels right, but that's no excuse!) A coupon for an up and coming product, my very own Pun-chers! (Please allow 3-5 business days for shipping after your request has been received. We used to have issues with the left gloves working, but they're all right now.)
In place of a signature at the end of the note, a crudely drawn depiction of an image colloquially known as a "smiley face" was found.
Item #: SCP-2557
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Site 2557 is a low-personnel site located in the Lacandon Jungle. Site 2557's personnel maintain containment of SCP-2557, through monitoring SCP-2557-1 and preventing SCP-2557-3 from leaving the containment zone. A fenced perimeter around Site 2557 is to be monitored at all times for trespassers, under the guise of a government-run archaeological project. Any trespassers are to be administered Class-C amnestics and removed from the premises immediately.
Description: SCP-2557 refers to a collection of anomalous entities that exist within a former city of the Olmec civilization, located in the Lacandon Jungle of South America.
SCP-2557-1 is a massive plant-like entity found growing from the central temple. SCP-2557 consists of two parts. The bottom section is 14m, in height, of moderately malleable woody tissue and its branches. The top section is a 5m singular flowering growth, consisting of plant matter, but most akin to the mouthparts from the order containing lampreys (Petromyzontiformes). SCP-2557-1 is able to extend appendages made of plant matter from its mouthparts and collect organic matter for consumption (most often instances of SCP-2557-3). SCP-2557-1's root system runs the deepest beneath the central temple, and can be manipulated by SCP-2557-1 freely. There is large structural damage apparent from this effect, and many structures would collapse without SCP-2557-1's root system.
SCP-2557-1 produces vegetable-like growths, known as SCP-2557-2, on its lowest hanging branches (average 1m in height from ground level), as well as on a series of shrubs that surround SCP-2557-1 that are directly connected to its root system. SCP-2557-2 are similar in appearance to Brussels sprouts (Brassica oleracea), and contain a psychoactive chemical. Once consumed, this psychoactive ingredient affects any subject that has ingested it. Transformation into an instance of SCP-2557-3 only occurs after consumption of SCP-2557-2.
SCP-2557-3 are former humans affected by SCP-2557-2. SCP-2557-3, after genetic study, are a hybrid between human DNA and DNA of a vaguely lagomorphic species. These creatures are mostly blind, and are theorized to have heightened olfactory and auditory senses. SCP-2557-3, without regard to their current location, are drawn toward SCP-2557-1. SCP-2557-3 tend to SCP-2557-1's root systems and shrubbery, as well as perform ritual sacrifice to SCP-2557-1 on a regular basis. These sacrifices may include wild game or other SCP-2557-3 instances.
Addendum 2557-A: SCP-2557 was initially discovered after instances of SCP-2557-3 appeared in Altimirano, Mexico, on April 23, 2001. Instances began to terrorize the local populace and attempt to force-feed victims SCP-2557-2. Emergency communications were intercepted by Foundation personnel and Mobile Task Force 467-Samekh ("Glass Cannons") was deployed in order to regain control. Following the successful containment of all SCP-2557-3 instances, amnestics were administered to the local population, and the minor damages caused in the process were related as a localized riot.
A full investigation was made of the area surrounding Altimirano, and SCP-2557 was discovered by Foundation personnel within what is theorized to be a former Olmec settlement. The settlement consists of a central temple, a secondary temple, a large building presumed to be a meeting hall, and a series of small hut-like homes. All structures were found in severe disrepair and being held together only by the dense root system of SCP-2257-1.
On January 27th, 2002, following the finalization of full SCP-2557 containment, SCP-2557-1 released its root system from the meeting hall. The building rapidly fell apart, causing all SCP-2557-3 to enter a frenzy. 18 Foundation personnel within SCP-2557's containment zone were severely injured, killed, or converted into SCP-2557-3 instances prior to the re-establishment of containment 45 minutes later.
The collapse of the meeting hall revealed a previously undiscovered cellar extension to the building. Within the cellar was a podium housing an aggregate mass of rock, composed of iron-nickel metal and various silicates, suggesting that it was a meteorite. Various carbon compounds were also detected in this rocky mass, as well as degraded matter bearing similarities to a plant seed.
Artistic depictions on the walls of this cellar indicate that this mass fell from the sky some time after the settlement was established. SCP-2557-1 is depicted at a smaller scale, and rising from the ground near where a crater was left. A temple is depicted as being built around SCP-2557-1, implying that the Olmec people worshiped it as a form of deity. It is later implied in the pictographs that the temple was sealed and guarded, for reasons currently unknown to the Foundation. It is presumed that SCP-2557-1 breached this primitive containment and overran the settlement, thus forcing the Olmec to migrate.10
On April 4th, 2013, SCP-2557-1 began to emit a low frequency sound at ██ Hz, at a measure of approximately 130 decibels. This noise was sustained for 120 seconds, during which all SCP-2557-3 instances gathered around SCP-2557-1. SCP-2557-1 then expanded its roots past previously estimated functioning range and breached Site 2557, allowing for the assault of SCP-2557-3 instances. MTF 467-Samekh and MTF 467-Mum ("Weed Whackers") were deployed for the re-establishment of control in Site 2557. Upon arrival, SCP-2557-1's upper portion began to transform, extending and fully opening its mouthparts.
Events that followed this transformation are impossible to ascertain from witnesses, and all video footage of the event has been corrupted past a repairable margin. All personnel who viewed SCP-2557-1 at this time, directly or indirectly11 entered a catatonic state, constantly vocalizing the word "[DATA EXPUNGED]"12. Containment was re-established on April 7th, and at this time the transformation had reverted SCP-2557-1 to its original form. SCP-2557-1 is to be closely monitored for future transformations, and protocols have been implemented regarding another transformation event.
The following excerpt was roughly translated from a record kept in the meeting hall's cellar.
It came to us from (above? heavens? sky?)
We (brought? showed?) it our people and it (taught? forced?) us its ways
There was (harmony? peace?), and other (worlds? realities?) opened our (eyes? minds?)
A new (understanding? lesson?) came to us
Then the (man? beast? demon?) came
Everything (lost? fell? declined?)
It (sinned? punished?) and so we (suffered? tortured?)
It is not of this world
Praise be he, unto [DATA EXPUNGED]
For he shall be our (demise? savior?)
Further investigation into the identity of the "man" mentioned in the records are under way. The exact location of where the remainder of the Olmec migrated to has never been discovered.
the copies are not exactly Mr. Hydes of every Dr. Jekyll that goes in… they're all quite real and independent, but they behave with passion and drive. It's not evident at first, because they're just pretending to be "normal" people.
19:56 Paroxysm That's when the copies are found to be copies, and that they are either murdering or hiding and trapping the "originals" in the SCP base where we've moved the booth to. That means, basically, that we have an ongoing security and containment breach.
19:56 Paroxysm n an interview, the SCP-made "copies" start to confess that yes, they have come through the booth, which is bringing people from a doomed universe. This doomed universe is about to die. Either we let them come in as refugees or their Earth will die.
19:56 Paroxysm And the last lines of the interview would be a villanous breakdown of the clone, stating that, if we don't help them, everything they are, everything they /were/ , will die.
19:57 Paroxysm And the Foundation-of-this-verse will be the only org to blame.
19:57 Paroxysm If properly worded, this could have a massive emotional punch, and still retain a certain series I spirit, fitting to the niche.
The interview is the place where you'll have to make us feel, the loss, the anger, the desperation on the duplicate's voice.
Also, I'd suggest having the persons that appear through the booth trying to escape several times by doing weird things, like drawing magic circles to replicate the effects of the booth and go to their universe, or something of the like, that makes the Foundation reconsider their containment privileges.
Try to, but are stopped and get telefragged, for instance. That is secondary.
20:03 outofReach You can not include that bit, too.
20:04 outofReach The core thing here is to convey the feelings.
