Man of Memes Man of Infinite Reflections

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a large humanoid holding cell measuring 3 meters in height and 4.4 meters in width.

A CCTV camera is to be kept on the South side of the room, and are to be constantly monitored.

The entrance of SCP-XXXX's cell is a 0.172 meter high steel alloy door with a small door flap and can only be opened with a switch on the exterior of the cell. The entrance to be locked with a padlock underneath the cell's door handle on both sides of the door. SCP-XXXX-A's cell's entrance code is currently [REDACTED]. If any personnel are to communicate the padlock code to SCP-XXXX-A, accidentally or purposefully, they will receive a disciplinary hearing and prolonged temporary ban from surveying SCP-XXXX. If more than 3 further infractions occur, personnel will be given amnestics, by force if necessary, and demoted.

The cell is to be furnished as a standard living quarters.

SCP-████ may request standard media to consume outside of testing once per day.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a 28 year old Caucasian male, 1.82 meters in height and 82.37 kg in weight.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties are constant, and foundation personnel have found no way to suppress SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects as of yet.

SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest in multiple transparent copies of SCP-XXXX, designated as SCP-XXXX-1. The limit of how many instances of SCP-XXXX-1 is not known, and is presumed to be infinite. Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 typically last from approximately 10 seconds to a full minute.

Behavior of instances of SCP-XXXX-1 show no signs of higher intelligence or sentience. Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 will mainly walk in the vicinity of SCP-XXXX. A number of instances of SCP-XXXX-1 have been observed to have sat down with legs crossed, leaning against walls, and lying on the floor. Any changes in behavior are to be reported immediately to Dr. [REDACTED].

When an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 comes into contact with any being that is not SCP-XXXX or any instance of SCP-XXXX-2, they will halt any actions they are performing and proceed to stare at the being. During this time, all instances of SCP-XXXX-1 stop dematerializing. Upon █ minutes of full contact, beings in contact with SCP-XXXX-1 will be reported to see transparent copies of themselves. Beings under this affect will be designated as SCP-XXXX-2.

Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 will exhibit the same anomalous properties as SCP-XXXX-A.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 exhibit the same properties at SCP-XXXX-A-2.

Addendum XXXX-A Interview 1:

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Interviewer Dr. ███████

Foreword: Dr. ███████ Interviews SCP-XXXX about his anomalous properties over an intercom. SCP-XXXX is temporarily given a microphone to speak into.

<Begin Log, ██:██ PM>

Dr. ███████: So, when did you first notice instances of SCP-XXXX-1?

SCP-XXXX: What, you talking about those things that look like me? Uh…fuckin'….I dunno, a couple of years ago, around the time your 'soldiers' came and kidnapped me. I used to live alone in my apartment in ████████ but I couldn't really do anything in normal society when it first happened since other people saw them, too. At the very least I knew I wasn't fucking insane. I kinda wish I was sometimes.

Dr. ███████: Could you please describe your initial reaction to your anomalous properties?

SCP-XXXX: I thought I was either really high, or I was going crazy. I was at a party the night before. I thought maybe someone slipped something in my drink.

Dr. ███████: A party?

SCP-XXXX: Yeah, over at ████'s apartment over at [DATA EXPUNGED]. After the party was about to be over, I was kinda drunk, so I didn't question it when I saw a shit load of almost semi-visible cats.

Dr. ███████: Cats? Could you describe in a bit more detail?

SCP-XXXX: Yeah, they were very fluffy, with brown and small bits of black here and there. It looked like a tortie. They were all looking at me. I just stared at it for a few minutes out of bewilderment. Then after a while, I noticed I was seeing copies myself around the place. I started to get kinda freaked out, so I left and made it home on foot, somehow. I was stumbling all over the damn place.

Dr. ███████ writes down notes on his clipboard.

SCP-XXXX: So anyways, I got back home and passed the fuck out on the sofa. When I woke up I saw the entire fucking house filled with…me! I knew at that point shit wasn't fucking normal. I went outside to try to get some fresh air, but those things ended up outside, and they stared at my neighbors. My neighbors were freaking the fuck out.
Dr. ███████: Could you describe your neighbors' reactions in more detail, please?

SCP-XXXX: They were saying things like 'what the fuck' and 'holy shit', and other stuff like that. That was the last time I had heard from them. I wonder what they think is going on with me.

Dr. ███████: (silence)

SCP-XXXX: So uh, yeah….I don't have anything else to tell you other than I just stayed in my apartment for a while before your soldier boys came and captured me. I'm just as confused as you are, doctor. This shit is really fucking creepy.

Dr. ███████: Thank you, XXXX.

SCP-XXXX Why are you calling me that? Just call me █████.

<End Log, ██:██ PM>

Closing Statement: Dr. ███████ ordered SCP-XXXX to place the microphone sideways under next to the door flap. The door flap was opened and the microphone was retrieved.