Item #: 1472
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Because of the nature of SCP-1472, no means of containing instances of the event exist at the moment, but every instance of SCP-1472 is to be documented, and witnesses of the event are to be given Class-B amnesiacs. All video and audio evidence of the event are to be destroyed.
Instances of SCP-1472-1 are contained in Site-17 in a Standard Human Containment Cell and, because they are on suicide watch, are not allowed to leave and are forced fed everyday.
Description: SCP-1472 is an event that occurs in random locations across the world, more frequently occurring in large cities such as London, New York, and Tokyo, during high human traffic, and occur more frequently when more people are aware of the event. It has yet to be determined what causes these events, although it has been hypothesized that it is from an anomaly affecting gamma radiation.
SCP-1472 appears as a fractal flame of varying dimensions and color hovering 3.5 meters above the ground that manipulates any light source surrounding it such as street lights, car light, LEDs in electronic device, and in few instances lighters. It emits either a heavily reverberated choir piece, an electronic tune, or a song by the group ███████, all which were recorded to be around ██ dBs, approximately the same as an average music concert. Touching instances of SCP-1472 causes deep lacerations and occasional detachment of limbs and digits as well as large cuts in robotic and mechanical equipment because of the localized fractal nature of SCP-1472.
The sounds emitted are also accompanied by respective entities (designated SCP-1472-1) that appear to be performing the song and interacting with the crowd witnessing the event. Instances of SCP-1472-1 have appeared as either a one-hundred person choir with a conductor resembling famous actor ████ ███████, a DJ behind a large table equipped with a turntable, a pad controller, a mixer, and a laptop, or the group or a member of ███████. The entities appear indistinguishable from other people from any distance, but upon further inspection are completely hollowed out.
The events last between 3-12 minutes depending on the song performed and all instances of SCP-1472-1 within a half-mile radius of SCP-1472 disappear along with it at the end of the event. However, if an instance of SCP-1472 is not inside the half-mile radius when SCP-1472, they are left behind by the event.
At the moment, there currently 4 instances of SCP-1472-1 contained at Site-17, one resembling the famous rapper ██████ ███ ███████, two are members of the choir with one bearing a resemblance to famous actress ███████ ███████, and one resembling the famous electro musician ████████. All instances, when first contained, believed themselves to be, and acted exactly like their respective person, but had no recollections of what happened before the event from where they originally appeared. They have since then been made aware of their anomalous nature and have been put under suicide watch.
Additional: SCP-1472 was first discovered during the ██████████ tour which featured the "dubstep" artist ███████. The artist said that he didn't perform that night because of technical problems involving his laptop, but was seen performing one of his songs at the end of the show, with what appeared to be an instance of SCP-1472 hovering overhead which people believed to be part of the visuals from the stage projectors. Aside from ████████ receiving amnesiacs, none were needed for witnesses at the time as people simply believed it to be part of the show. Videos taken at the concert were destroyed for security.
Addendum-1472-A: During an instance of SCP-1472 in ███████, Georgia, several new entities were seen aside from the usual instance of SCP-1472-1, which at the time resembled the electro artist ███ ███████. These new entities (designated as SCP-1472-2) either danced to the song playing or materialized in and out of existence in sync with the music. Aside from these new entities, the event occurred as expected, all witnesses were administered Class-B amnesiacs, and all videos of the event were destroyed.
Item #: SCP-124#
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-124# is currently housed in Site-7. The specific details of his room are to be disclosed only to D-class personnel by way of computer to avoid further casualties of agents and research scientists from SCP-124#'s effects. The computer is located in a room next to the cell of the subject, and the lead researcher holds the only key to the room. At no time is anyone to enter SCP-124#'s room or converse with SCP-124#.
Description: SCP-124# is a Caucasian human male. It is seen to be muscularly fit and very healthy. The subject, when it was first contained, was shown to have suffered from extreme depression and attempted suicide multiple times, but has since then improved.
SCP-124#'s name and personal information, such as its date of birth, anyone information about it leading up to the point of leaving it hometown, etc., has the anomalous property of disassociation. Anyone who is exposed to such information about SCP-124# will automatically assume that it is the information of someone else, which often lead to the person believing SCP-124# to be a spy or a criminal. An example of this anomaly is the initial interview with Dr. ██████, who immediately assumed that he was a spy for the Chaos Insurgency.
Another effect SCP-124#'s personal information has on people with further exposure is that; it cause victims to disassociate other people they know with someone else. This results in a development of paranoid schizophrenia, and often leading to homicidal behavior. These effects are easily treatable with a Class C amnesiac, but because of the ubiquitous nature of SCP-124#'s personal information, it is difficult to contain completely, especially if someone is exposed, as they will not admit to seeing SCP-124# because of its anomalous properties.
Additional: SCP-124# was found in a cabin west on the side of the ████ Mountains. SCP-124# says that it had came to the mountain after [DATA EXPUNGED] and had used it to its advantage to hunt animals.
So far, over ██ personnel have died from SCP-124#'s effect.
Incident 124#-A: On █/█/12, maintenance of SCP-124#'s room was being performed as scheduled, when everyone within, monitoring, or at least knew the schematics of the room started exhibiting signs of exposure to SCP-124#, this time pertaining to its room and claiming that they were somehow stationed to a site different than the one they supposed to be at. Everyone showing signs of exposure were given Class C amnesiacs, and all circuits hooked to SCP-124#'s surveillance cameras were cut. SCP-124#'s door window was also blocked off from view.
It is now known that SCP-124#'s room displays the same anomalous properties of his personal information, and that the effects may or may not be propagating themselves. Precautions are being put in place in case something else associated with SCP-124# displays such anomalous properties.
Brunette hair.
Green eyes.
She was the only one I didn't hate in school.
As a matter of fact, she was the only one I liked out of everyone I knew.
She was perfect in every way. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she calmed me from the filth that was the human race.
She was the bell that lulled the beast.
But she was taken from me.
She was motionless.
I held her in my arms until the ambulance arrived. They said that she overdosed on a prescription
of narcotics that she had. They had the same look.
I cursed everything and everyone I saw.
The lawyers, the doctors, the psychiatrists, the city, even the sun herself was not safe from my screaming words of malice and hate. She told me that this would eat me alive, this festering hate within me. She was right in a way as I started vomiting, my vision becoming blurrier. She told that regardless of how much hate I had for people, I was still one of them.
There in lied a truth, that I was no more better than everyone I hated, and more than that that I was the person I hated the most.
I did.
I hated myself because I was weak.
I was fetid.
I was just as vile and selfish as these monkeys that surrounded me.
It was apparent as I fell to the ground.
It was obvious as I lied there for 7 weeks
It was ubiquitous as I died from starvation and rotted on top of the mountain I was on.
I was pathetic.
I was nothing.
Nothing was real.
Nothing was fake.
Nothing was seen.
Nothing was heard.
Nothing was smelt.
Nothing was felt.
Nothing was though.
Nothing but one thing.
One construct.
Hate.
It washed over me
It enveloped me. Wrapped me like a blanket of comfort and reassurance.
It then became constricting, shrinking around me and sucking me inside like a hole until it was all that surrounded me, all that touched me
It then started to change me.
I grew larger.
Stronger.
Harder.
My hands…..My skin……All rough and rigid like leather.
My face stretched into that of a monster. Each waking breath I took was clearer than any I had took before.
I felt invincible.
No means of destruction by the hands of these…primates would work. It wouldn't even faze me as I slayed every last one.
And finally, as I regenerated back to life.
The city was not safe from me. Not the doctors, not the lawyers, not the members of the jury, not the judge herself, not the politicians, thugs, pedestrians, not even the mayor was safe from my wrath and hunger.
Then the sun came down.
With a majestic bow and flaming arrows, she hoped to stop me from consuming everyone.
But all her arrows bounced off my flesh as I turned around.
She tasted of a prime rib steak glazed with tangerine glaze.
The rest? They tasted of soap and greed. Of cancer riddled flesh and vanity. Of makeup, of caked-dry semen, of regret and wrath. Wrath that I feel every damn day.
They were foul.
They were tasteless.
They were gamy.
They.
Were.
Disgusting.
I remember being normal once
I remember friends at school
I remember my mom and dad
And I remember how the house always smelt of cinnamon. That was my mom's favorite.
But then it happened
Several men broke into my family's house one night while I was sleeping. I was woke up by my mom screaming as she and my dad were dragged downstairs into the living room. I was too.
They had my parents tied up and on their knees. They begged to be let go, saying that my college fund was upstairs in a shoe-box in my dad's closet.
They didn't say a word.
One of the men pulled an ax out of his coat, and was given a signal.
My mom was the first to go.
Her head rolled all the way into the kitchen, and her blood sprayed just as far.
My dad was next.
He was just as bad.
I screamed and pleaded to be let go, to which they still said nothing. I tried fighting my way out of the ropes, but one of the guys almost smacked me in the face.
He was scolded by a person that walked in with a robe completely covering him.
He said, “Don't touch her! I need her unfettered.”
I tried seeing what he looked like under the robe, but all I saw was black. Pitch black, like he was a walking shadow of sorts.
They doused the place in gasoline and lit it on fire before throwing me into a van and driving away.
We arrived at a warehouse a while after, and they carried me in
There, I saw six other girls, like me. Tied up and lying on the cold, hard ground. Each one of looked they were 2-7 months pregnant, each in sequence as to how far along they were with one of them looking as if she was going to burst with children at any moment.
They didn't say anything when I tried to talk to them. They didn't even look at me. It was almost as if they were dead.
A while later, the person in the robe, along with another holding a candle. He placed the candle right in front of me and held my in one place as the person took off his robe.
I didn't see him at first, even with the candle. But then the space around the person began to change, and give a true shape to the person.
I saw him.
He was adorned in armor and a large crown-like helmet and he was completely covered in blood. His eyes burned through to my soul like light through a telescope frying an ant.
He changed into a cloud of red smoke, and entered through me as the man behind me spread my legs open.
I could feel him wriggling and slithering through me. Not just through my loins but my entire body felt this sensation. My heart was skipping beats, my stomach tickled and tingled, my head felt as though it was splitting apart. With such conflicting feelings rushing through me, I didn't know whether I should laugh or scream.
These sensations increased with every passing minute as the man behind me let me go, leaving me to twitch and convulse to this….thing running through me.
I felt an unbridled sense of ecstasy rushing through me from between my legs, while feeling this splitting headache grow worse, and worse, and worse still as I was finding harder to breathe.
Then I started seeing things. Horrible things. I saw the room inside melt, revealing a decrepit castle covered in fire and blood. I saw the other girls wither away, revealing the body parts of the thing in the robe, all crawling and rolling together to complete him as his followers, also covered in blood, carry him to the castle where he seated himself on a throne made of bones and cobblestone.
I saw the followers fornicating and slaughtering each other in masses, their blood and semen covering the ground where other rolled in it. The thing laughed at the act as he held a split open skull filled with blood, drinking it as if it was a fine wine.
I grew sick from the sight and tried throwing up, but nothing came out. I finally screamed in horror as everyone participated in this unfathomably violent orgy.
I saw this and much more for the longest time as it continued to run through me, providing both pleasure and pain, confusing me to no end and driving me to insanity. I grew numb eventually and finally saw why the other girls sat so stoically.
One day, I heard a commotion outside the room. I had almost forgotten what another person's voice sounded like when they came in, guns firing outside, as the police came and took me and the other girls outside and into an ambulance
We were all in the same wing when we heard that one of us was moaning and screaming in pain. The doctor concluded that she was in labor and immediately prepped her for childbirth. We knew that it wasn't a child she was giving birth to.
The doctors and nurses soon screamed in fright from what had came out of her as it killed everyone but us. It melted and withered away as it couldn't find anything else to slaughter. I was the only one that screamed at it.
Soon after, a group of men came in and took us from the hospital, all of them wearing a weird, circular logo on their jumpsuits as they transferred us to a larger, more secretive-looking place, where we were placed in separate rooms.
I had overheard through the air-vent that they were going to try and remove one of those things from one of the girls. It sounded like a good idea at first, considering what happened at the hospital, but the same thing happened. Everyone in sight of the thing that came out was killed, including the girl.
Afterwords, they took notes from the warehouse and came up with something called Procedure 110-Montauk that they performed on another one of the girls. As gruesome as it sounded from the air-vent as they performing it on her, it worked for a while. Then one day, she hung herself with the sheets on her bed. I don't know how, and they probably didn't either, but the thing came out of her and killed everyone it could find again.
Through thew air-vent, I heard that they were going to use something called SCP-500. It didn't know what it was, but they sounded very confident in what it would do to help one of the girls. I heard this screaming and sloshing when they gave it to her, saying it was aspirin. I then heard her walking out of the room with the other people in there. I had actually thought it had worked and that me and the others were saved, but then I heard more sloshing in the room as it turned to nails scraping on metal. It had recovered and this time destroyed everything, including the girl. The damage done to the place was so extensive, we were moved to another building.
They went back to that Procedure 110-Montauk, and the vent was filled with screams from one of the girls for the next week. Then one day, the screams were accompanied by the screams of the other guys involved as the thing escaped from her and killed again.
I became scared, as I knew that if the next girl died, I was next. I didn't want to know what they were going to do to me. But one day, I heard a man breaking into the room of the other girl and the both of them running out as alarms were sounded. My door was broken open as he and the other girl stood outside, telling me to get up and run. It was now or never as we ran through the halls, with the man in front holding something up. I couldn't see what it was, but everyone ran away from it as if it was a bomb.
We had managed to get to the entrance of the building when I heard a shot. The man fell along with the other girl, both had a gunshot wound in the head. I knew what would happen next so I ran along with everyone else as it came out. It left a trail of blood and corpses as I ran away from it, until I hit a dead end.
I had actually only seen glimpses of it, so this was the first time I had saw it up close and in detail. It had the form of a person, almost like the thing itself, but something was different. It looked premature, but its glare burned through me like the thing did before.
It came closer as I held my back to the wall and looked away. It took its clawed fingers and gently moved my head so I could look it right in the eyes. It then placed its hand on my stomach, which I had then noticed for the first time that it was distended and stretched outwards, as if I was carrying quintuplets. It then got right in my face, close enough to smell the blood on it, and it said in a voice that seemingly sounded throughout the whole building “You are next.”
It gripped my belly, and the numbness from before disappeared as I felt it running through me once more, pleasuring me and torturing me all at the same time. I immediately fell to the floor as it hovered over, saying “See you soon.” Before dissipating like smoke. I screamed out in both ecstasy and ache as they found me.
They took me to another location, and from there everything became blurry. I know that I remember more than this, but it doesn't come to me. At all. All I can recall now is lying here strapped to a hospital bed, with an IV drip and being fed by a tube. This thing inside hurts so much now, but they haven't given me anything.
I scream out but they don't respond.
Why are they doing this to me?
Is this Procedure 110-Montauk?
Who are those men?
What are they doing with that thing?
What are they doing?
What?
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently held at Site-19 in a 5x5x3m cell with concrete walls 1 meter thick. The object is to be plugged into a separate power generator and running at all times, except during testing. 2 backup generators are on standby in the event that the main generator is compromised.
SCP-XXXX-1 is stored in a rectangular box and stored in Storage Unit-27, located at Site-19. Batteries are not to be placed in SCP-XXXX-1 except during testing.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 26” ██████ television produced in the year 1999, with a built in VCR player with recording functions and stereo audio inputs and outputs.
The object is in a noticeably poor condition, with the headphone jack completely ripped out, several cracks on the screen, duct tape holding the top-right portion of the front frame onto the rest of the object, and the channel-down button ripped out of the unit as well.
The object is easily taken apart from several screws on the back, and the components making SCP-XXXX shows no anomalous properties. X-rays of the object show nothing otherwise as well.
SCP-XXXX-1 is the remote control for SCP-XXXX, which appears to be, and operates like, a regular television remote. The remote, unlike the television, is completely intact, and as researchers describe it, “looks like it came right out of the box.” The components of SCP-XXXX-1, like SCP-XXXX, show no anomalous properties.
SCP-XXXX, while operational, produces video of an unusually higher resolution than what televisions in 1999 had at the time, at approximately 1280 pixels per inch. This clarity is shown in every channel displayed on the object, as well as any tape played on its VCR player, regardless of the age of the tape or the content on it.
SCP-XXXX-2 are entities that appear from SCP-XXXX every 2 hours if the object is not operational. These entities also appear if there is a person or number of persons which have watched SCP-XXXX previously are 4 meters nearby when the object is not running. These entities show aggression and hostility towards the person closest to the television at the time, with aggression varying between the four different types of entities that have been documented at the time of SCP-XXXX's initial containment Each entity, with the exception of SCP-XXXX-2-D, dissipates after a certain time, depending on which entity it is.
The forms of the four entities (labeled as SCP-XXXX-2-A through D) are as follows;
SCP-XXXX-2-A appears as a pale Caucasian male in his 40's with a thick mustache and oily hair. It is always seen with a switch knife, and will often scare or push around the person in the room. It will also scold the subject over why SCP-XXXX is off. These entities appear for 5 minutes before disappearing, often times trying to assault the subject with their knife right before disappearing.
SCP-XXXX-2-B appears as a pack of small Siberian Husky puppies. They will often times crowd around the subject and nip at his feet and legs. However, should they manage to reach the upper torso of the subject, they will begin to act more aggressive and bite harder. These entities last for about 7 minutes before disappearing.
SCP-XXXX-2-C appears as a large male African Lion, similar in form to the lion found on the ██████ company's logo from the early 1930's. Instances of SCP-XXXX-2-C always attack the face of the subject when materializing before going for the rest of the body, often killing the subject. These entities last for 10 minutes.
SCP-XXXX-2-D, according to descriptions by Officer ████ who is the only known survivor of an encounter with this entity, appears as a completely black humanoid with outstretched sharpened shoulders and a mouth that occupies the entire facial area. The entity's appearance is incapable of being viewed through any form of electronic medium, such as digital cameras, thermal readers, or sonar.
Within 5 minutes of the entity's appearance, it will, from its back, slowly grow what has been described by the officer as large tentacles and masses of human heads, all of which are bleeding profusely from the scalp and screaming. The entity, at this time, grows to a size of between 8-10 meters when standing vertically. The entity will then proceed to [DATA EXPUNGED], resulting in the death or disappearance of the subject. SCP-XXXX-2-D, unlike the other entities, will not dissipate after a set time and will continue to [DATA EXPUNGED] within its proximity until it is neutralized with explosives or SCP-XXXX is turned on, in which case the entity will disappear completely.
Additional: SCP-XXXX was acquired by the Foundation on █/█/20█ following an explosion at the █████ Police Station caused by Officer ████, who had used a confiscated rocket launcher to fend himself from an instance of SCP-XXXX-2-D that had materialized in the evidence room, where SCP-XXXX was located. An interview with the officer was conducted, after which he was administered a Class A amnesiac as well as any other witnesses of SCP-XXXX-2-D. Local press were then told that the ensuing explosion was caused by a gas leak. Police reports say SCP-XXXX was confiscated from the home of ██ ████, whose 18-year son was found dead on the couch, with various bite marks and large scratches on his arms and chest, and the front half of his skull missing. The area surrounding him was also in disarray.
Interview-XXXX-1:
This interview was taken following the incident at the police station.
Interviewer: Dr. ███
Interviewed: Officer ████
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. ███: Please explain to us what happened first.
Officer ████: I had just got done with a routine traffic stop when the chief told me to head back and perform inventory on the evidence room since the other officers had left early for the holidays. I walked in and didn't notice anything at first aside from a very strong smell of static coming from this television we picked up from a murder investigation. I didn't think much of it and continued taking inventory.
Dr. ███: Continue. What happened then?
Officer ████: I had gotten to this one box with evidence from a drug bust we did a week ago when I felt something touch my shoulder. I knew I locked the door to the room when I came in, so I turned around right away and pointed my Taser at whoever was behind me. I could barely believe what the hell I was seeing.
Dr. ███: What did you see?
Officer ████: The best way I can describe it at first is a silhouette of a person. You could only see the shape of it, and its shoulders were stretched out to the sides like it was wearing some sort of cheesy warlock costume from the 90's. You sort of get the idea, right?
Dr. ███: I think so. Continue on.
Officer ████: Okay. So anyways, it was just a silhouette of something, but its face…its face was just a mouth. Nothing else but this over-sized mouth, and it started talking to me as it came closer.
Dr. ███: What did it say?
Officer ████: It was very hard to hear what it was saying because its voice was so low and…guttural, almost as if he was growling each word he said. But it sort of sounded like he saying “Why did you stop?” and “Turn it back on.” I tried firing the Taser at it but it didn't even flinch. It was knocking over boxes and still following me when I finally pulled out my Glock and shot it in the chest.
Dr. ███: Did that do anything to it?
Officer: ████: It did something, all right. I blew a hole straight through it and it started roaring like a lion if you could believe that.
Dr. ███: Interesting. But what happened that caused you to use to the rocket launcher?
Officer: ████: It started to change. The hole in it started closing and its head started…morphing into that of a little girl's. She couldn't have been more than 7 or 8, but she was… bleeding from her head and it was dripping down her face. Like she was in a car wreck. She started screaming as loud as she could, like she was in pain. Then there was something that was growing from its back.
Dr. ███: What?
Officer ████: Tentacles. Large, elongated tentacles that brought everything down. The boxes of evidence, the shelves themselves, the roof itself, all destroyed. And I saw more bleeding heads coming from it. Heads of people old and young, black and white, everyone you could imagine was growing from it, and all of them screaming as loud as they could. I ran from the room to get a shotgun from the vault when it crashed through the walls of the evidence room. At this point, it was towering over the station and the screaming could be heard from 6 blocks away. My superior was in his office when the thing started destroying everything. He ran out, saw the thing, and started shooting at it as I was trying desperately to find the shotguns in the vault. The thing felt the shots he took and snatched him up.
Dr. ███: What happened to it?
Officer ████: I couldn't see anything, but I could hear him screaming like the heads on the thing. It then started to go for me, starting with knocking the vault clear out of the neighborhood. I started running away from it when I tripped on something. A rocket launcher from that drug bust a week ago. I figured if using a gun on it wouldn't do anything, this would do something, at least. I aimed at it point blank when it was literally a foot from me and pressed the button. It lit up like Christmas lights. Afterwords, I saw that the only thing intact was the TV and the shelf it was on.
Dr. ███: Okay. Thank you for your time.
Officer ████: Your welcome.
<END LOG>