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SCP-2433 (BRI of 0)

Item #: SCP-2433

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All identified copies of SCP-2433-1 are currently saved on a designated hard drive found in Wing C on Site-17. Each saved instance of SCP-2433-1 should be accompanied by a text file detailing recovered site, estimated people affected, and other relevant information, including discovery location, estimated exposure, and calculated BRI. Testing regarding SCP-2433 is open to all Site-17 staff with Security Clearance 2 or higher, as long as the experiment does not involve the usage of an Internet connection; all testing conducted that seek to use the Internet in any setting require the permission of Site Director Putnam. SCP-2433-1 instances created for the sake of testing must be recorded.

Foundation web crawlers in tandem with image recognition software are to search for images that bear similarities to SCP-2433. Facial recognition software is not to be used as previous protocol revealed large amounts of false-positives. Confirmed instances of SCP-2433-1 need to be removed immediately from public view if possible. Site Director Putnam should be notified if an instance is calculated to have a BRI of higher than 40.

Currently, there are 73 confirmed instances of SCP-2433-1; the associated MD5 hashes of these images are grounds for instant removal of the image. Social media websites and image sharing sites such as Facebook, Reddit, Tumblr, 4chan, Twitter, and Pinterest are given priority due to the large userbase and potential accumulation of SCP-2433-μ events.

Members of MTF Lambda-84 ("Sample Text") have joined the security detail of the United States Senate as well as the city of Burlington to monitor for any increase of SCP-2433-μ events, as well as collection of μ-A instances if possible. Due to the large amount of μ-A instances collected each day, as well as its non-anomalous properties, MTF Lambda-84 has been given permission to dispose μ-A instances at their own discretion unless otherwise notified.

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SCP-2433-1-53, a highly elaborate example of SCP-2433-1 that may display common motifs of the "vaporwave" subculture (BRI of 63.8)

Description: SCP-2433 is an image of Vermont Senator Bernie Sanders giving a speech, taken around August 2015 during a campaign event in Florida.

SCP-2433-1 are a collection of images that are altered forms of SCP-2433 through conventional image editing software. Testing has shown that the primary effect of SCP-2433 persists no matter the degree of alteration or the amount it resembles the original image. The majority of SCP-2433-1 instances (52 instances, or 71% of all current confirmed instance) are merely watermarked, resized, or filtered instances of other SCP-2433-1 instances, however, several are believed to have originated from the same origin as the anomalous qualities of SCP-2433.

Testing has confirmed that the images yield no anomalous memetic qualities when viewed. The primary anomalous effect occurs when the image is shared, discussed or otherwise interacted with online, triggering a SCP-2433-μ event. Simply viewing a SCP-2433 or SCP-2433-1 instance does not trigger a SCP-2433-μ event, and show no anomalous qualities when printed or taken offline. "Interaction" has been confirmed to include:

  • Indicating interest or other feelings, such as "liking" on Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter
  • Sharing with others, such as forwarding through email or retweeting on Twitter
  • Downloading and reuploading
  • Leaving a comment or post about the image; referencing the image without the image being present on the website does not seem to trigger a SCP-2433-μ event
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SCP-2433-1-09, an early example that may have come from the same source as the anomalous properties of SCP-2433 (BRI of 23.9)

When an SCP-2433-μ event occurs, American quarters (designated as item μ-A) materialize in a 50 meter radius around Senator Sanders. No instance of μ-A has been observed to materialize in solid or liquid matter. Based on material, year minted, scratches, general wear and tear, as well as trace amount of biological matter from fingerprints left on μ-A instances indicate that the origin of the coin is different each time, likely from random sources across the United States each time a SCP-2433-μ event occurs.

When SCP-2433-μ events occur due to the unaltered SCP-2433, μ-A instances materialize in close proximity to Senator Sanders, and usually on surfaces such as tabletops and desk drawers, and may be within visual range of Senator Sanders.1 However, the degree of alteration present in SCP-2433-1 increases the possible furthest point of manifestation and becomes less predicable as the Balkin Resemblance Index (BRI) increases.2

The base BRI has been defined to be 0 for the original SCP-2433 only in the context of this report and related research. It is hypothesized that a maximum BRI to which would trigger SCP-2433-μ events exist; however, testing is inconclusive to the maximum value of BRI3, as it is also hypothesized that the manifestation field would increase with BRI.

Currently, SCP-2433-μ events average at 14 manifestations every hour; before containment procedures were put in place, it was estimated to average at 90 manifestations every hour. The amount of manifestations increases from 1600 hours to 2400 hours EST, then gradually slow down. Manifestation amounts also increases usually on weekends.

Senator Sanders has displayed no knowledge or control over SCP-2433 and SCP-2433-μ events.

Addendum 2433-A: The origins of SCP-2433 was unclear until a raid on the headquarters of GoI-5869 on 11/16/16. No persons of interest have been found.

Addendum 2433-3:

Note to Personnel: This addendum concerns future actions; it is not part of current protocol unless otherwise specified.

As of __ (date), SCP-2433 is to be subjected to possible Safe reclassification. Members and assets of MTF Lambda-84 are re-assigned and distributed after approval of Site Director (Site Director). One Level 1 personnel will retrieve instances of μ-A every day at 2400 hours and report unusual increases in μ-A instances.

Note to Personnel: This addendum is to be enforced in (date) after the passing of Senator Sanders.



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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe/Euclid/Keter (indicate which class)

Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]

Description: SCP-# is a virus/prion/something that infects people. It is structurally similar to something, with a 29% match to something something. Describe more of the bacteria.

SCP-#'s anomalous effect takes place when

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HASA DIGA EEBOWAI




MalO tale (1471)

It's never pleasant when you get woken up 3 in the morning by your phone. It's even worse if it's about your patient. Your patient that still tried to hurt herself after weeks of therapy and medication, the one that you actually had to consult your old dusty books to find a possible explanation for their symptoms. The one-in-a-million case that landed in your hands.

My apartment was close enough to the hospital, but it's still unpleasant to hear from Dr. Higgins when he informed me that Monica was rushed in once again. I hopped in my car and got there as fast as I could.

Dr. Higgins was massaging some poor sap's bloody feet when I arrived at the ER.

"Dr. Higgins."

"Ah, Mundy, nice to see you here so fast," Dr. Higgins looked up, still massaging the patient's feet. His voice was strong enough, but he looked exhausted. He gave me a quick recap while still working on those feet.

"Mrs. Lewis was brought in by her husband a few hours ago. Said they were watching Law & Order when she suddenly just flipped. She tried to poke her eyes out. Good thing we gave him some of those sedative shots in case of emergencies. Ambulance brought her in like two hours ago. I put her in a private ward. Jerry's watching her right now, the husband went home like half an hour ago to grab some stuff for her. She'll probably be out in like a week, didn't really harm the retinal tissue at all, which is good. She did have a bit of cornea abrasion but that's fixable, don't even need surgery."

Dr. Higgins tried bending the guy ankle, producing a yelp. "Alright, alright, that's a good sign that your nerves aren't frozen. Mundy, Mrs. Lewis woke up around ten minutes ago. First thing she asked for is you. Usually I hate to wake off-duty doctors up in the middle of the night, but well, you know her better than I do, and frankly, I don't really think she knows anyone else in the hospital anyways. Fifth floor, sixth door on the left."

I rushed to Monica's room. She was lying there, her left eye covered in bandages. Her hands were in restraint mittens. One of the new interns, Jerry, was there hooking Monica up with a new IV bag and checking her vitals. He rubbed his hands with disinfectant and gathered the monitors on a cart as I walked in. Monica stirred as the dim light from the hallways cast a shadow on her.

"She's stable, doctor. She requested access to you earlier when she woke up initially. She is treated for-"

"I appreciate your help, Jerry. Dr. Higgins told me about her condition earlier already. Could you leave me with the patient alone for a few minutes?"

Jerry gave me a faint smile, and walked out with the little cart of supplies and monitors. Monica stirred as she heard my voice, and turned her bandaged face slowly towards the door.

"Dr. Mundy? Is that you?"

"Yes, Monica."

Monica breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for coming, Dr. Mundy. I'm sorry I had to wake you up in the middle of the night, I just had to see you for reassurance. I really appreciate it."

"It's nothing, Monica. How is your eye?"

"Hurts a lot. Dr. Higgins said it's a miracle that it's pretty much still intact, judging from the size of the pen. He said it's mostly fixable but my vision would still be impaired slightly for the next few weeks."

I sighed. "That's good to know. Now Monica, do you have anything to share?"

"Everything's fine, doc."

"Monica?"

"I'm fine, doctor, it was just a bit stressful last week."

This excuse again.

"Monica, I am only a psychiatrist, not a psychic. I can't help you unless you tell me everything. You can tell everyone that you're OK, but you must be frank with me. You were much better last time I saw you. Are the hallucinations back?"

"No."

"Monica, I can't help you if you keep telling me you're fine, when in fact you're back in our ER again."

Monica laid there, and for a moment I thought she had fallen back into a coma.

"I'm sorry, doctor. I… I still see it. I tried what you told me to do: ignore it, convince myself it's not real, but I just can't ignore it. I close my eyes, take deep breathes, count to ten, re-ascertain reality; and when I reopen my eyes, it's back there again. I can see it even now, but it's not doing anything. It does that when there's other people around."

"Is it still…"

"The skeleton-wolf-zombie thing? Yeah."

"Monica, as I told you, you have a very acute case of peduncular hallucinosis, which generates vivid hallucinations panning from auditory to visual hallucinations. Added on to some of the stress that you gave yourself trying to pull your life together, I might say that you are in the early stages of persecutory delusion. As I said last time, I could refer you to Dr. Conhager, he has expressed-"

"Doc, I know Dr. Conhager, and no, I don't need his surgery. I'm sure he's great, but I know he can't help. My brains are fine."

"Monica, if you keep saying no, I'm out of ways to help you. He would be your last resort, but I'm afraid you don't have many choices left. Don't you want to get rid of your hallucinations?"

She was silent.

"You told me you lost most of your friends due to it. You told me that you found your husband weeping with his head over a Bible one night. You told me you wet yourself in a movie theater once because you saw the creature waiting for you in there. Don't you want your old life back?"

"I…I don't know doc. I think… I can't have my old life back."

"Monica, the first step in recovery-"

"-is to believe in the possibility of recovery, I know, I know. But doc, I can't keep telling lies to myself anymore."

This is going to be harder than I thought. I put my hand by the railing of the bed. "Monica, you described it as 'frightening' and 'persistent' and you described it as… let me check real quick… 'a zombie werewolf with only hair and bones left'. Monica, remember what I told you. You grew up as a rational person. You know this creature is a product of your mind. As I told you many times, patients with peduncular hallucinosis can interact with their hallucinations, and can sometimes lose their hold on reality. As long as you tell yourself that it isn't real, your condition would be relieved. You are the one in charge of your mind. Only you can control the creature, Monica. We are so close to getting to the answer, to let you back on track with your life."

"It's not a product of my mind, doc. I… I don't think you understand. It could have hurt me if it wanted to. But it didn't. Every night, when I go to bed, I see it in the hallway, gesturing… almost frantically. It's trying to tell me something, doc. I can't just shut it out. It needs me, doctor. It's seeking for help from me, but I can't help it. I am as helpless as he is, doc. The only time I don't see it is when I close my eyes. Even so I am not free of it; I know it's watching me, beckoning me, almost begging me to look. I need to see it to feel safe, doc. At least I know where it is, and I don't need to worry all alone in the dark."

Monica started trying to tug the mittens off with no avail.

"Doc, I don't think he's trying to hurt me. And he seems more and more agitated every time I see it. I think he's trying to tell me about something. I'm scared, doc. Not scared of the creature itself, but what it's trying to tell me. Don't you understand doctor? I don't think you can help me anymore. I don't want to see it, doc. Right now I can't see it, but I know it's standing over me. It would keep trying to talk to me, doc. I can't live with this. I would have died if it wanted me to, but I'm still living in agony."

Monica sat up and tried to grab my arm, but lost her balance and instead slapped me lightly on my arm. I called for Jerry as she struggled to get up.

"Doctor, you don't understand! It's trying to tell me something! I'm in danger doctor. I am afraid of it! Yes! But I fear even more of the thing that made it afraid. A nightmarish creature like that should not be able to fear, but it fears something. I used to think it's jeering at my predicament, but now I think he's more like sympathizing and maybe even beckoning."

"Monica, stop telling yourself-"

"Doctor, you're not listening to me. I'm not trying yo convince myself anything; you're the one that is trying to convince me that it's not real."

She started sobbing. Jerry walked in with sedatives in her hand but I stopped her.

"I don't know who I should trust, doc. I try to tell myself if it's real, then I'm not crazy. But if it is real, I fear that I won't know what it's trying to tell me until it's too late. If I tell myself it is not real, then I'm truly crazy, my mind creating scary monsters out of thin air; but then, if it's not real, there should be a way for me to get rid of it. Yet none of the procedures work."

Monica looked up, her right eye gleaming with tears, wetting the bandages that covered half of her face.

"Doc, I'm rethinking about your proposal about Dr. Conhager. Maybe I am crazy."

"Monica, you're not crazy. Many people have hallucinations during times of stress. I am here to help you, Monica, but if you keep convincing yourself it's real, we're back to square one again. We've come so far, Monica. Please don't do this to youself."

She shook her head and sighed. "You don't understand, doctor. I know I'm hopeless." She gave me a pained smile.

"Maybe I should give Dr. Conhager a try. I trust your recommendation, Dr. Mundy, it's just I thought there was still hope for me."

She motioned her bag sitting on a chair in the corner. "Call my husband. Tell him to bring the necessary paperwork and stuff. My iPhone should be somewhere in there. Maybe that is the answer to all my problems."

I took her phone. "Monica, please don't say you're hopeless. I truly believe you will benefit from Dr. Conhager, but don't do this because of me."

"I've made my decision. Now call my husband before I change my mind. Also tell Dr. Conhager that I would accept his help but we need to meet as soon as possible."

I told Mr. Lewis his wife's decision. He was understandably upset, but agreed nontheless. Monica drifted back to sleep as we talked. Mr. Lewis hung up after a few minutes, and I stared at Monica as she slept and looked down at the still glowing phone. I flipped through her contacts, thinking how charismatic she was in the description of her former friends and collegues. Walls of apps stared back at me as I flipped through them aimlessly.

I dailed for Dr. Conhager's secretary. As I listened to the monotonous beep, I shook my head as I watched Monica toss and turn. I know the solution is near, but every time I feel like I caught a glimpse of hope she proves me wrong once again. I always believed in my skills of psychotherapy, but Monica has proven to be the hardest challenge I've gotten. I have been thrown a difficult problem, and for months I've tackled it in ways that barely cracked its shell.

Maybe this phone would contain my answer.

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