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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber within the E Wing of Site-132. It is to be fed a Standard Diet and given time for recreational activity. (for complete details pertaining to treatment of the entity, refer to document XXXX-R-01) Male personnel are not to interact with SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX is allowed to engage in a limited romantic relationship with D-Class personnel scheduled for termination. Said personnel are limited to interaction with SCP-XXXX for two hours a day, three times a week, for a period no longer than 30 days (in accordance with standards set by the Ethics Committee). D-Class assigned to SCP-XXXX are notified of its properties and are given a provisional supplement to offset atrophy. At the end of the encounter, D-Class are treated with amnestics.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous human female currently held at Site-132. SCP-XXXX-I refers to the various forms of media (text, images, videos, etc.) attributed to SCP-XXXX and the late Max Deafaux.
The entity exhibits an effect on those who engage in an intimate relationship with it. The subject gradually goes under a state of atrophy, beginning with fat and muscle, then organs and bone. As the subject continues to decay, SCP-XXXX shows improved signs of health; if at sufficient health, SCP-XXXX becomes more physically attractive in proportion to the affected subject.
If SCP-XXXX does not have a romantic partner, it will slowly undergo a state of atrophy and experience the same effects its subject would experience.
SCP-XXXX was in an intimate relationship with former Junior Researcher Max Deafaux between 11/07/2016 and 02/08/2017. Throughout its course, Deafux underwent various anomalous effects, attributed to SCP-XXXX. The extent of Deafaux's atrophic transformation was believed to be caused by a non-anomalous disease; this has now been disproven, as shown in the following logs in Addendum X.
Max Deafaux was provisionally hired at Site-132 and was responsible for organizing data and submitting documentation for several SCP objects. He worked for a total of 5 months at the site before being laid off; he died several weeks after. He was commemorated posthumously for aiding in the discovery of the entity.
Addendum X: The following are selected SCP-XXXX-I excerpts. These convey the extent of the personnel and entity's relationship, as well as the steady atrophy of Deafaux. For full excerpts, refer to SCP-XXXX-Log-I.
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-1
Description: This is the first encounter between Deafaux and SCP-XXXX. Note that they are discussing within an online chat room, with Deafaux and SCP-XXXX using the handles deafaux and darlingprincess, respectively.
Excerpt:
Kevin5270: Yo people. How have you been?
nekonekoninaboo: hii kevin
nekonekoninaboo: :3
deafaux: Good, for the most part.SCP-XXXX sends a photo of herself. The entity is smiling and holding up two fingers to do a peace sign.
darlingprincess: hello everyone!
Deafaux reposts SCP-XXXX's image.
deafaux: Oh ... who's this??
antwonclamon: seriously, man.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess that's me xD
deafaux: Ok
deafaux: Tell her that I think she's beautiful
nekonekoninaboo: OMG ARE YOU HITTING ON HER
deafaux: No
deafaux: I see something I like, I will say it. What's wrong with that?
Kevin5270: Yeah, kat here has been in this chat for a while. She's usually not on that much.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: well, you know how it is. always busy
darlingprincess: and uhh
darlingprincess: thanks deafaux XD
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-5
Description: SCP-XXXX expresses distress in the aforementioned chat room.
Excerpt:
darlingprincess: hello everyone!
darlingprincess: i am here. how is everyone?
shinobu21: Hi kat.
shinobu21: How are you?Of note is that the chat room is inactive.
darlingprincess: good, today was an easy day. and you?
darlingprincess: hello? anyone?
darlingprincess: lala i am by myself again.
shinobu21: Sorry. Something came up.
darlingprincess: it's okay, you are back now xD[IRRELEVANT DIALOGUE REMOVED]
darlingprincess: dead chat again
darlingprincess: and no one is online
darlingprincess: no one caresSCP-XXXX leaves the chat room
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-7
Description: The first private chat between Deafaux and SCP-XXXX
Excerpt:
deafaux: Hey, are you alright? The chat is worried.
darlingprincess: noooo
darlingprincess: its okay, dont worry
deafaux: Well, you seemed a bit depressed before you left
darlingprincess: id rather not say.
deafaux:: It's fine, really.
deafaux: You can tell me, I won't judge you.
darlingprincess: okayy then
darlingprincess: everytime im here its fine until I feel depressed. sometimes I wanna talk with you guys but ur not on which makes me sad and bored. or Im the only one talking and everyone is lurking and then I leave. I move on, then come back. same cycle again. so I guess im moody af. so its better to leave. it's fucked up, u know I think I just get attached to you guys. and I think im annoying sometimes. so better to end it then do the same thing. is that a good reason now?
deafaux: ...
deafaux: Do you have a number I can call you? There's something I'd like you to hear.
darlingprincess: why? just tell me here.
deafaux: It's better if you hear it. And I think it will help you.
deafaux: I don't tell many people. But I will tell you.
darlingprincess: okay
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-15
Date: [?]
Description: A photograph of SCP-XXXX. Its abdomen is exposed, revealing a visible rib-cage.
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-16
Description: SCP-XXXX and Deafaux converse in the aforementioned chat room again.
Excerpt:
nekonekoninaboo: congrats guys!!
deafaux: Why? Nothing has happened.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: is darling crushing on me?? <3
deafaux: Maybe.
deafaux: Anyways, how is everyone?
nekonekoninaboo: good :3
shinobu21: I am fine.
antwonclamon: SameSCP-XXXX sends SCP-XXXX-I-15
darlingprincess: chilling at home.
Deafaux reposts the aforementioned image
antwonclamon: bro
deafaux: What can I say?
shinobu21: Kat, you're looking a bit ...
darlingprincess: skinny? I've always been skinny xD
deafaux: We can see your ...
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: so sorry! thats an old photo of me.SCP-XXXX sends another photograph. It is wearing a t-shirt to cover the abdomen and smiling. Deafaux reposts the photograph.
shinobu21: Kat your so adorable.
nekonekoninaboo: yes :3
shinobu21: Why can't I be that adorable ;_;
darlingprincess: aww thank you guys
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-56
Description: The following excerpt solidifies said relationship between the entity and former personnel.
Excerpt:
nekonekoninaboo: so congrats for real?! :3
deafaux: Uhh
darlingprincess: yes!! right, darling?
deafaux: Maybe.
shinobu21: I'm so happy for your guys. You two are cute together.
antwonclamon: Haha good job bro.
Kevin5270: *thumbs up*
deafaux: Looks like you guys got me. Opps!
darlingprincess: aww come on darling, we are together.
deafaux: Yes, of course lol
darlingprincess: hes so shy xD
darlingprincess: and he will stay with me
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-68
Description: The following private conversation between SCP-XXXX and Deafaux indicates an escalation of his condition.
Excerpt:
deafaux: Hi princess
darlingprincess: darling!! It's been so long
darlingprincess: where have you been? im so worried :(
deafaux: Just work. So busy. And so tiring. Haven't had time.
deafaux: And so much has happened you wouldn't believe haha.
darlingprincess: ohh poor darling
darlingprincess: you've been working so hard
darlingprincess: I know what will cheer you upSCP-XXXX sends another photograph of herself similar to SCP-XXXX-I-15. However, the entity no longer has a visible rib-cage.
deafaux: wow what a tease *eyeroll*
darlingprincess: hehe now you send one
deafaux: Of my stomach? It's not as flat as yours.
darlingprincess: nooo
darlingprincess: ur face
darlingprincess: dummy
deafaux: I look like trash, but okay.Deafaux sends a photo of himself. His eyes are sunken and his lips appear cracked.
deafaux: See?
darlingprincess: ...
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: ur working urself too hard darling!!
darlingprincess: and we haven't talked
deafaux: Yeah, I know. It sucks
deafaux: Anyways, I think I will hit it for today.
darlingprincess: darling no!!
darlingprincess: stay up and talk with me!
deafaux: Well, you said it yourself. I work too hard.
darlingprincess: aww come on. just for a while
deafaux: I dunno.
darlingprincess: dont leave me again :(
deafaux: ...
deafaux: Fine, but just for a while. I got work tomorrow
darlingprincess: yay!!
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-98
Description: A video of SCP-XXXX addressing the former personnel. Note the video was originally sent to Deafaux a day after the two had last talked to one another.
Excerpt:
SCP-XXXX looks at the camera and smiles. It speaks with a cheery voice.
SCP-XXXX: Hi darling! I hope you've been doing well. I've been doing good myself. But I've missed you!
SCP-XXXX's eyes water
SCP-XXXX: We haven't talked in forever. Don't work yourself too hard now.
SCP-XXXX pouts.
SCP-XXXX: I miss you a lot. Even if I don't see you soon, I still love you.
SCP-XXXX's voice becomes deadpan
SCP-XXXX: And if you leave I understand.
The entity's voice returns to its former tone.
SCP-XXXX: Anyways, have a nice day, darling! Miss you!
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-145
Description: Deafaux notes of his worsening condition
Excerpt:
darlingprincess: darling!!
darlingprincess: how have you been?
deafaux: Not too well, princess. I've been feeling weak this whole week.
deafaux: Let's go on skype.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: im so sorry to hear that darling! hope you feel better!
darlingprincess: maybe you rest! we can talk tommorow
deafaux: Its fine. Besides, I really miss you.
darlingprincess: are you sure?
deafaux: Yes
darlingprincess: okay
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-231
Description: Beyond this point, Deafaux was diagnosed as suffering from cachexia due to an unknown cause. After an extensive background search and interview with Deafaux at the time, no apparent cause, anomalous or otherwise, was found to inflict the illness. Deafaux was given an experimental supplement to aid in combating the illness. The former personnel makes note of his condition below.
Excerpt:
deafaux: Bad new guys.
deafaux: Doctors can't find out why I'm losing weight so fast.
Kevin5270: Feels bad man. We'll pray for you.
shinobu21: Yes. Get better, deafaux.
deafaux: Thanks guys. I really appreciate it.
deafaux: On the bright side, I'm taking this pill
deafaux: Meant to supercharge me with all the nutrients I'm losing.
deafaux: They don't know if it'll work but it's better than dying.
nekonekoninaboo: aww, feel better.
deafaux: Thanks nina.
nekonekoninaboo: btw deafaux, how come you never tell us where you work?
antwonclamon: Yeah, you're always busy, but you've never said with what.
deafaux: Well...
deafaux: Truth be told, I'm not allowed to. It's a secret.
nekonekoninaboo: ooo, deafaux works for the government! jelly >:(
deafaux: Eh, sort of.
Kevin5270: Lol maybe it's area 51 type stuff.
nekonekoninaboo: spooky!
antwonclamon: That would explain deafaux's weakness
deafaux: Guys, please.
deafaux: Idk what it is. Maybe I overwork myself lol. Or maybe it's all the late nights with kat.
nekonekoninaboo: noooo
nekonekoninaboo: dont say thatt, you guys are good for each other.
antwonclamon: One might even say she needs you, deafaux.
shinobu21: Deafaux is getting weaker. Have mercy on him.
deafaux: Thank you, shinobu.
deafaux: I hope things turn out okay.
deafaux: My family would worry.
deafaux: And especially Kat.
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-232
Description: The following conversation between SCP-XXXX and Deafaux is the first indication of the entity's link to Deafaux's condition.
Excerpt:
deafaux: Princess, a question.
darlingprincess: an answer hehe
deafaux: Do you remember when you sent this?Deafaux sends SCP-XXXX-I-15.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: thats an old photo of me xD
darlingprincess: why do you have it??
deafaux: Well, I was looking at myself today andDeafaux sends a photo of himself similar to SCP-XXXX-I-15.
deafaux: See?
darlingprincess: aww darling, I hope you do get better.
darlingprincess: i wish there was more I can do.
deafaux: Thank you so much <3
deafaux: But how did you get so skinny, kat?
darlingprincess: oh ...
darlingprincess: I
darlingprincess: dont
darlingprincess: wanna
darlingprincess: say
deafaux: It's okay. I won't judge.
darlingprincess: Nope. Can't say.
deafaux: It's fine, really.
darlingprincess: lala no
darlingprincess: noooo
darlingprincess: maybe we spend too much time that you dont sleep!
darlingprincess: its okay darling. i dont want to see you like this.
deafaux: You are the only thing keeping me alive.
deafaux: And no, I won't leave. Even if I'm fading away. <3
darlingprincess: Aww darling...
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-268
Description: Beyond this point, Max Deafaux has been placed in the Site-132 Medical Wing due to his worsening health. Deafaux continues to take the prescribed supplement. However, the illness appears to accelerate. The following conversation is of Deafaux inquiring the nature of SCP-XXXX. Note that SCP-XXXX is not present in the chat room.
Excerpt:
deafaux: Guys, I gotta question about kat.
Kevin5270: Alright, shoot.
deafaux: Has she sent a lot of photos before I joined this chat?
antwonclamon: wdym
deafaux: Stuff like thisDeafaux sends SCP-XXXX-I-15.
shinobu21: Oh, I remember that. She said it was an old photo.
deafaux: Yeah ... but who accidentally sends an old photo?
antwomclamon: your point being ...?
deafaux: Well
deafaux: A little while ago, I asked her about it and how she got so ... ya know, skinny. And she refused to answer.
deafaux: Which is weird. She shares everything with me.
deafaux: Why wouldn't she?
nekonekoninaboo: Kat is shy. When she's ready, she'll tell you.
antwonclamon: ^^^
deafaux: I am. But she should tell me. What if she's hurt? Lord knows I'm hurting right now.
nekonekoninaboo: If you need time to recover, just tell her. She'll understand.
antwonclamon: Yeah. She wants what's best for you.
deafaux: But isn't it ironic that I look like her accidental photo?
Kevin5270: Yeah, it is. But such is life, deafaux. We'll continue rooting for you.
shinobu21: Guys, deafaux has every right to be worried. I want both of them to be happy. Especially deafaux.
Kevin5270: Just chill out, deafaux. Kat loves you.
deafaux: Ugh, forget it. I'll ttyl.
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-274
Description: A conversation between Deafaux and the user shinobu21
Excerpt:
deafaux: Hey shinobu. Sorry to bother you, but I need your help.
shinobu21: My help?
shinobu21: Sure.
deafaux: Yes. With kat.
deafaux: You're the only person who can help right now.
shinobu21: You're scared about what might be happening to kat.
deafaux: Yes. I am.
deafaux: I have the feeling that she may be hiding something.
shinobu21: Understandable. She's not communicating with you.
deafaux: Well, we still talk. Just not about that.
deafaux: I always knew kat was a sensitive girl, but ... this might be on a whole new level.
shinobu21: What will you do?
deafaux: Confront her again, ig. She can't clam up forever.
shinobu21: If kat isn't telling you, maybe she just isn't ready yet.
shinobu21: Just wait a bit. Support her when she tells you.
deafaux: Huh. Guess you have a point.
deafaux: Thank you, shinobu. You're a good friend. I really mean it.
shinobu21: Of course.
shinobu21: I just want to the two of you to be happy.
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-275
Description: Deafaux and other members discuss the absence of the user shinobu21
Excerpt:
deafaux: WTF
Kevin5270: Holy shit.
nekonekoninaboo: poor shinobu, what will we do?
deafaux: IDK
deafaux: Dealing with my own shit and suddenly this girl has to pull this move.
antwonclamon: but why would she send a pic of herself cutting?
deafaux: How do we even know if it's real? First kat, and now this.
Kevin5270: Has anyone talked to her recently?
deafaux: I did. I asked her about kat.
deafaux: She was very supportive and even wished the two of us to be happy together
deafaux: Oh
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-291
Date: [?]
Description: Deafaux notes of his accelerated condition
Excerpt:
deafaux: Princess, I have bad news.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: what is it darling?
deafaux: Doctors say I don't have long to live.
deafaux: My body is too weak. They say my organs are shrinking now.
deafaux: The pills were a failure too. Didn't help at all.
darlingprincess: oH
darlingprincess: darling, I have to tell you something. you need to leave me.
deafaux: What?.
deafaux: I feel real slow and cloudly. I'm weak. I need you.
darlingprincess: no. you are in bad health. i feel like im killing you. you need time away.
deafaux: I don't understand. It's not your fault, Kat.
darlingprincess: OH?
darlingprincess: max. you are dating a woman online. you need real love. i am nothing really.deafaux: Kat.
deafaux: IM GOING TO DIE.
deafaux: DO YOU NOT CARE
darlingprincess: well, no need to get rude. of course I care. i used to think I would die without you, but not at the cost of your health. please.
deafaux: Then stop pushing me away.
deafaux: I stg you sound just like kevin, and antwon, and nina. None of them seem to care that I'm FUCKING DYING.
darlingprincess: max.
darlingprincess: i think you spend too much time here. i am sorry. but believe me, its best for us to seperate.
deafaux: ...
deafaux: I don't have long to live. I don't need this.
deafaux: Pls
darlingprincess: i can't help you get better. talk to your family.
deafaux: Kat, I swear. It's like you're sucking the soul out of me right now.
darlingprincess: ...
darlingprincess: i am. that's why this must end.
deafaux: WHAT
deafaux: fuck off.
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-304
Description: Deafaux marks the end of his relationship with SCP-XXXX.
Excerpt:
deafaux: I don't get it.
deafaux: Kat just broke it off with me.
nekonekoninaboo: But why?
deafaux: She figures that she doesn't want to date a corpse anymore. What an ass.
nekonekoninaboo: oh my
antwonclamon: I guess she had her reasons
Kevin5270: I'm sure it's for the best, deafaux.
deafaux: WHAT THE FUCK.
deafaux: IM LITERALLY ANNOUNCING MY DEATH.
deafaux: But at least shinobu is still decent.
deafaux: Right, shinobu?
Item: SCP-XXXX-I-305
Description: An exchange between Deafaux and user shinobu21
Excerpt:
shinobu21: Hi deafaux.
shinobu21: There's something you should know.
deafaux: what
shinobu21: Kat really does love you. This is the first time she says she really cared for someone.
shinobu21: She had a troubled past. Her past relationships were rough.
shinobu21: Sorry, I am not good with words. I can send you stuff her exes have sent me.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX's anomalous effect was discovered after a Junior Researcher at Site-132 received a message from former personnel Max Deafaux. An excerpt below:
M.Dea: I don't have much time, john. I'm due to die any day. thers this girl I found online ... she has the power to slowly kill others thousands of miles away. she killed me. I know it sounds crazy, but send someone here. my phone has everything you guys need to know. idk who she is. she needs to be stopped. pls.
Max Deafaux expired shortly after sending the message. Several personnel arrived at the Medical Wing and an autopsy was performed. The cause of death was attributed to organ failure; Deafaux's mobile phone was confiscated and the contents of SCP-XXXX-I were scrutinized to determine the validity of the late personnel's claim. Of note is that Deafaux's remains were decaying at an accelerated rate, despite efforts to preserve said remains.
PoI-FB4923 (later to be classified SCP-XXXX) was determined to be the cause of Deafaux's anomalous cachexia. PoI-FB4923 was to be traced and apprehended.
Personnel posed as the late Deafaux in an effort to retrieve more information on the entity. Some excerpts below:
deafaux: Hello? Is anyone here?
nekonekoninaboo: Woag
Kevin5270: You're back??
deafaux: Lol yea. It seems my condition has lessened up. I may have a chance now.
shinobu21: Wb deafaux.
deafaux: Anyways, lemme cut to the chase ... has anyone seen kat?
antwonclamon: She hasn't been on.
deafaux: Yeah, I figured as much.
deafaux: I have a question about her.
deafaux: It never occurred to me until now, but where does she live?
nekonekoninaboo: oh that's easy xD
nekonekoninaboo: france
deafaux: You sure?
nekonekoninaboo: yes
Kevin5270: ^^
Kevin5270: Nina has known her longer than any of us, so she should know.
darlingprincess: Oh
deafaux: Kat, what a surprise.
darlingprincess: ...
darlingprincess: You
darlingprincess: Are
darlingprincess: Actually
darlingprincess: Alive
nekonekoninaboo: awwwkkkwwaaarrrd
deafaux: Hey shinobu, can you help me with something?
shinobu21: Kat says I'm not allowed to talk with you.
deafaux: Why would she say that?
shinobu21: She said you're not to be trusted.
deafaux: That hurts. After all we've been through ...
shinobu21: Yes, it seems that she wants to distance herself from you now.
deafaux: Well ... would you mind helping me anyway?
shinobu21: I'll try my best.
deafaux: Yo Kevin. Mind if I ask you something?
deafaux: Kevin?
deafaux: Antwon, how have you been?
deafaux: Hello?
deafaux: Hey Antwon.
deafaux: Sorry for wasting your time.
deafaux: Hi nina.
nekonekoninaboo: Sorry darling
nekonekoninaboo: Deafaux
nekonekoninaboo: Whoever you are
nekonekoninaboo: It's just me
PoI-FB4923 was found in Toulouse, France after compiling information found through the contents of SCP-XXXX-I, in addition to the limited information extracted from the only remaining user, shinobu21.
The entity was apprehended and sent back to Site-132 to undergo classification. After interviewing and testing, PoI-FB4923, known as Katherine Serre, was classified as SCP-XXXX.
Interview Logs: A number of interviews were conducted with SCP-XXXX to determine the source of its anomalous properties. Notable interviews are listed below:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Kim
Foreward: The first interview with SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is notably withdrawn for the duration of the interview.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kim: Good morning, Ms. Serre. As standard procedure, we have to interview you to determine the extent of your anomalous properties. Shall we proceed?
SCP-XXXX nods
Dr. Kim: Tell me about the relationship between you and Max Deafaux.
SCP-XXXX looks down at the floor and does not respond.
Dr. Kim: If you do not want to answer, I understand.
SCP-XXXX: [whispers] D-Darling …
Dr. Kim: Excuse me?
SCP-XXXX: We were good. And happy together. He loved me.
Dr. Kim: Anything else you would like to add?
SCP-XXXX shakes its head.
Dr. Kim: Okay. Are you aware of your anomalous properties?
SCP-XXXX does not respond
Dr.Kim: Are you aware that you have the power to hurt others?
SCP-XXXX nods
Dr. Kim: At what point did you discover this?
The entity looks away.
SCP-XXXX: I-I made a mistake … and it won't stop.
Dr. Kim: I see. Thank you for your time.
SCP-XXXX does not talk for the remainder of the interview.
<End Log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Kim
Foreward: After several therapy sessions, SCP-XXXX was deemed fit to interview again.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kim: Hello Ms. Serre. How have you been feeling today?
SCP-XXXX: A little better, I guess.
Dr. Kim: Shall we proceed?
SCP-XXXX nods.
Dr. Kim: Tell me about your relationship with Deafaux.
SCP-XXXX: Darling was so good to me. He's the only one I'd ever call darling. [pauses] He was the only one who actually wanted to help me. He knew.
Dr. Kim: Was he aware of your anomalous traits?
SCP-XXXX: Oh. Oh no, I couldn't bring myself to tell him. If he knew, he would have never been with me.
Dr. Kim: I see. Have you dated other men in the past?
SCP-XXXX: Y-yes. Yes I have. Darling was different.
Dr.Kim: Were they aware?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, I think you know the answer to that one.
Dr. Kim: At what point did you know you had this ability?
SCP-XXXX: I'd prefer not to say. Still too painful.
It crosses its arms.
Dr. Kim: Fair enough. Have all the men you've dated been online?
SCP-XXXX: No. In fact, Darling was the first. I thought it would be easier.
Dr. Kim: Mind elaborating on that last statement?
SCP-XXXX: [pouts, then smiles] Why should I?
Dr. Kim: If you don't want to answer, it's per —
SCP-XXXX: Right, you want an answer. Fine. What is the bigger mistake: me falling for a dead man, or a man falling for his death?
<End Log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Kim
Foreward: SCP-XXXX makes note of its anomalous origin.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kim: Good morning, Ms. Serre. Is all well?
SCP-XXXX: No.
SCP-XXXX pulls up its shirt to reveal a visible ribcage.
Dr. Kim: [hesitant] Have you been starving yourself?
SCP-XXXX: Of love, yes.
Dr. Kim: Ms. Serre, if you want us to assist you, you have to be cooperative.
Dr. Kim straightens herself up on her chair.
Dr. Kim: I'm going to go out and a limb here and assume that you are in need of another Deafaux, for lack of a better word.
SCP-XXXX: Thus is my affliction. I guess I have no choice anymore, huh.
Dr. Kim: You're free to tell me, Ms. Serre
SCP-XXXX: I don't want to.
SCP-XXXX crosses its arms
SCP-XXXX: Why am I even here? I'm a monster.
Dr. Kim: You're here so we can help you. You said you have an affliction.
SCP-XXXX: Yes. As you can imagine, I suck the life out of men. But I can't live without them or I die.
Dr. Kim: How long have you had this ability?
SCP-XXXX: Several years now.
Dr. Kim: How did it come to be?
SCP-XXXX: I'd prefer not to think about it. It's a long story.
Dr. Kim: We're here to help you, Ms. Serre.
Dr. Kim attempts to console SCP-XXXX. The entity pulls away.
SCP-XXXX: How can you help me? I kill people. And I'll die alone. There's nothing you can do. I've tried everything and nothing will work. I thought darling would save me, but …
SCP-XXXX begins to sob.
Dr. Kim consoles SCP-XXXX again. After several minutes, SCP-XXXX recomposes itself.
SCP-XXXX: I am so sorry, it's just …
Dr. Kim: I understand. You loved him a lot.
SCP-XXXX: Yes.
Dr. Kim: Ms. Serre, I read your conversations between you and Deafaux.
SCP-XXXX: You read them?
Dr. Kim: Of course. What I'm struggling to understand is why you were vindictive in your past relationships.
SCP-XXXX: I-I .—
Dr. Kim: And also … you made three other accounts and pretended to be three other people. Four if I'm talking to you right now. Just what was going on?
SCP-XXXX: [with a shaky voice] Why love a dying man?
Dr. Kim: Did you?
SCP-XXXX: Can we skip to the next question?
Dr. Kim: Why did you act the way you did?
SCP-XXXX: I … I cannot forgive myself. I had wished for love, and I was willing to do anything for it. That was then. But someone's heard my wish. I got want I wanted.
SCP-XXXX begins to sob.
SCP-XXXX: I didn't mean to hurt him. I really loved him. But I was afraid of losing him. Afraid of dying. Afraid of being alone again. I wished for this. My soul is dead. I deserve to die. No one can forgive me. I want to die. [screams] Please, just kill me!
Dr. Kim: Ms. Serre, we will get whatever help you need to get you through this. Be not afraid.
SCP-XXXX: No … no. No! Just shoot me! Or kill me with the chair. Give me a needle. Something. [screams again] Something! I'd rather die! I am already dead inside, so it won't be much different!
Dr. Kim: I promise you that you won't have to die. Please.
<End Log>
Conclusion: SCP-XXXX is exhibiting suicidal tendencies. I hereby request additional personnel to oversee her containment until we discern the origin of her anomalous properities. - Dr. Kim
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is contained in a Modified Humanoid Chamber located in Site-132. The chamber is to be guarded at least four armed Security Personnel at all times. SCP-XXXX's chamber is equipped with a modified treadmill and windows. SCP-XXXX is expected to follow an exercise plan, monitored by the Project Lead and two Research Personnel. Weekly, SCP-XXXX is to be monitored for its signs of health.
SCP-XXXX is to be fed one recently deceased D-Class every two weeks, in addition to its modified diet (refer to Addendum XXXX-5 for more information) in order to prevent its anomalous effects. After three months, SCP-XXXX will be given one D-class every four weeks. After a further three months, SCP-XXXX will be given one D-class every six weeks, in order to cease anomalous effects.
Following Incident XXXX-01, SCP-XXXX is to be accompanied by additional armed Security Personnel during psychological examinations, interviews, or other activities requiring Research Personnel.
NOTE: Pending review by Dr. Josiah Lopez, SCP-XXXX is to be allowed limited interaction with Patagioenas leucocephala with appropriate supervision.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a purple humanoid with a height of 5.8 meters and a weight of 270 kilograms. SCP-XXXX's physiology is similar to non-anomalous Homo sapiens, barring the addition of four arms and a modified digestive system. Due to its weight, SCP-XXXX has difficulty moving with its legs, and instead uses a modified electric scooter for transportation. SCP-XXXX also exhibits numerous health conditions, which include but are not limited to, high blood pressure, respiratory problems, and abnormal spikes in blood sugar.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects manifest when it fails to consume an adequate number of humans within 2 to 4 weeks. This is marked by SCP-XXXX experiencing drastically reduced blood sugar and mood swings. After 4 weeks, SCP-XXXX's body will exhibit increasingly severe effects on local reality, appearing as spatial distortion, in an increasing radius. Parts of the surrounding area will take on a purple hue, and personnel caught in the radius may be perceived as a small mammal. During this period, SCP-XXXX will undergo stomach cramps, migraines and severe mood swings. If allowed to continue, SCP-XXXX's side effects and effects on local reality will grow in severity. These effects will recede and eventually cease whenever SCP-XXXX consumes a human.
When SCP-XXXX consumes a human, it initially bites the head off of its subject and discards it. It will then drain the subject of its blood, then proceed to consume the skin and muscles present on the subject's arms and legs. After it has finished this, SCP-XXXX will then proceed to tear open the subject torso to consume its stomach, heart, lungs, and other organs. Of note is that SCP-XXXX dislikes eating a subject's liver or kidneys. When asked why, SCP-XXXX states that eating such parts is hazardous to its health.
SCP-XXXX's digestive system contains two stomachs to help it digest its food, and exhibits a short digestive tract. When SCP-XXXX eats to its full capacity, it will take up to a week for it to fully digest its food.
Consuming a human is detrimental to SCP-XXXX's health; doing so will temporarily increase its blood sugar to abnormal levels before crashing. The majority of the energy provided to SCP-XXXX in this way is converted into fat. As of writing, SCP-XXXX has notable fat deposits in its arteries and stress on its rib cage and knees. If allowed to continue, SCP-XXXX is expected to have larger and more severe effects on local reality.
SCP-XXXX was discovered after reports of a "purple people eater" manifested in an abandoned building in Carthage, Mississippi. When found, SCP-XXXX was consuming a person and was under distress. Broadcasts were intercepted and amnestics were administered to all residents. During acquisition, SCP-XXXX was sobbing and repeatedly thanking personnel for assisting it. Upon containment, SCP-XXXX weighed 304 kilograms and had estimated effects on local reality up to 30 kilometers. It is currently unknown whether other entities akin to SCP-XXXX exist.
SCP-XXXX's side effects are expected to cease by June 20XX.
Addendum XXXX-01: Interviews with SCP-XXXX:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Bicks
<Begin Log>
Dr. Bicks Describe what led you to consuming other people.
SCP-XXXX: It took quite a while before I started eating people. Before then, it was rats, cats. Dogs and raccoons in the neighborhood. But it's not that bad now. I'm here with you guys, right?
Dr. Bicks: Of course. Please answer the question.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, you really don't want to hear my sob story. It'll come off as a poor excuse.
Dr. Bicks: Really, it's fine.
SCP-XXXX: It's nothing, really. I mean, it is a big deal. My parents weren't exactly the best, ya know. Moms was an addict, and Dad was a piece of shit. So my upbringing is rough. I read somewhere that upbringing determines your character. I don't like it.
Dr. Bicks: So your upbringing has influenced your current condition?
SCP-XXXX: [pauses] Uhh, yeah. You're familiar with coping mechanisms. I coped. A lot. It calmed me when times were rough. But right now I'm good.
Dr. Bicks: Do you think you may have an eating addiction?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I am fat. You can look at me and say 'wow this guy is a god dang whale and he should close his mouth'. In the past I can say that the problem was a lot bigger. I was I think desperate. And I really don't like being this way, I really don't. But right now? I think I got it. I'm here with you guys and you will help me.
Dr. Bicks: Earlier today a staff member noted that you refused to participate in your daily exercise. Care to explain why?
SCP-XXXX: It's uncomfortable, doctor. I hate sweating and breathing heavy and feeling so tired. And my legs hurt when I'm forced to run.
Dr. Bicks: That's understandable. But if you want to get better, you have to do it. It might be painful now, but it will get easier over time. I promise.
SCP-XXXX: I have to do it.
Dr. Bicks: Yes. You do want to get better, right?
SCP-XXXX: Can there be more breaks? I think it will be easier if I do it every other day instead of every day.
Dr. Bicks: I'd have to ask the Project Lead. You can guess what the answer to that will be.
SCP-XXXX: Isn't diet enough? I'm doing okay with the food you give me, but the running hurts too much.
Dr. Bicks: I'll see what I can do, then. Is there anything else you'd like to say to me before I go?
SCP-XXXX: Umm … ask if they have more of that lean chicken. I like it a lot.
Dr. Bicks: I will.
<End Log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Bicks
<Begin Log>
Dr. Bicks: Hello again, SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: My, uh … sure. Go ahead, doctor.
Dr. Bicks: How are you feeling today?
SCP-XXXX: Okay, I guess. The cramps aren't as bad. I don't like how often I'm going to the bathroom though. It's uncomfortable.
Dr. Bicks: That's what your diet is supposed to do. It's supposed to flush out everything.
SCP-XXXX: It sure would be easier if I didn't spend half my time on the toilet. First leg pain, and now this.
Dr. Bicks: [attempts to speak, then pauses briefly before speaking again] We took a DNA sample and concluded that you are identical to a normal human being. Which begs the question: how did you become big and purple?
SCP-XXXX: [appears anxious] Well, uhh … can we say that I've always been this way?
Dr. Bicks: If you wish to do so.
SCP-XXXX: [sighs] I really didn't want to say this. But in my past, I have done drugs, too.
Dr. Bicks: Has any particular substance led to your condition?
SCP-XXXX: It might have been one. In my hometown, a lot of people were talking about this one drug, called magik. And this is 'magic' with a k at the end, not a c. Whenever I took it, I saw purple. A purple hue, but like teevee static too. Purple tv. And I suppose it makes sense, because I've always been a big, purple people eater.
Dr. Bicks: You implied in an earlier interview that you haven't always been so.
SCP-XXXX: What?! When?
Dr. Bicks: Remember when we talked about your upbringing. You described a childhood where you appeared to be a normal boy. You made no mention of being different, or being bullied at all. Care to explain?
SCP-XXXX: [raises voice] Well, maybe I was destined to be one! [lowers voice] Honestly, who knows at this point. My life has been such a big whirlwind of disappointment, I can't tell what is real anymore. It feels like I'm always stuck. It makes me stressful. So stressful. I just need something to get my mind off of it. And I can only think of one thing that has always been there for me.
Dr. Bicks: I hate to press you for detail, but I need you to answer the question. We need to know if there are other people like you running around somewhere.
[SCP-XXXX glares intently at Dr. Bicks]
Dr. Bicks: Well … look on the bright side. You asked us for help, and we're doing everything we can to help you recover. We can agree that you've made remarkable progress. Your symptoms aren't as bad. You're tapering down. You've lost a decent amount of weight. Don't be so hard on yourself.
SCP-XXXX: You don't understand, doc. It's only happening because I'm forced to. If I wasn't here, I'd be eating. And who's to say I won't be eating again?
<End Log>
Conclusion: SCP-XXXX was noted to have heightened distress, attributed to the entity's psychological dependence on human consumption. Of note that this interview took place shortly before SCP-XXXX's next feeding.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Bicks
<Begin Log>
Dr. Bicks: Hello, SCP-X —
SCP-XXXX: Excuse me, doctor.
Dr. Bicks: Yes?
SCP-XXXX: My, uh … On second thought, just carry on.
Dr. Bicks: Well alrighty. [adjusts clipboard] Have you been feeling better?
SCP-XXXX: Fine. But lately I've been thinking. Ya know, about my past and stuff. Do you ever get to thinking about how things could've went? How maybe you could have chosen to got up one morning and do things different? You think about all these elaborate plans and schemes. And you keep playing them out. But they never play out. And the same thing keeps on happening over and over again.
Dr. Bicks: Hey, we've been through this already. Look, I'll be honest with you. I have also regretted things. [pauses] I'm not allowed to say this, since I'm on the clock. But right down your cell, 5 doors down was my biggest regret working here. Perhaps you've heard of the occassional scream coming from there?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah.
Dr. Bicks: Let's just say that he wasn't screaming before I worked with it. [pauses again] The thing now down the hall suffered from a horrible anomaly. And at the time we had the option to treat it with a new drug. It was experimental, and we didn't compile enough research to prove whether or not it was safe, let alone effective. But I was desperate, like you, and I was the one who approved administration, thinking it would work. And at first it did, almost flawlessly. We saw a regression of his symptoms. There was even a time where I was able to talk to him again.
However, that didn't last long. He went completely one-eighty, started to suffer more. He started growing massive tumors on his … at the end of it, he was no longer even human. Before, there was some part of him. But now whatever was there is lost in constant pain and agony.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of it.
[Both individuals remain silent for a moment]
SCP-XXXX: Heh, I won't become like him, will I?
Dr. Bicks: Rest assured. The point I'm making is, we all make mistakes. We wish that we haven't had made them, and we can't change what has already happened. But we can change what will happen, and most importantly, what is happening right now. You stand a good chance here. We understand. No, I understand what you're going through. And I will ensure that you make a full recovery.
SCP-XXXX: No doctor, you don't understand. You've always had a good life. Right now you have a nice little cushy job where you just happen to work with weird things, like me. You're a doctor. I'm an addict. We're not the same. You've made one little error on your job, I screwed up my whole damn life. To hell with your regrets!
Dr. Bicks: He was my coworker.
SCP-XXXX: [pause] And by the way … my name is not SCP-XXXX. It's Jed.
<End Log>
Conclusion: The day after the interview, SCP-XXXX attacked personnel during administration of the entity's dietary meal. SCP-XXXX was quickly subdued by Security Personnel. One person was severely injured due to lacerations along the neck. Two additional persons sustained minor injuries.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Bicks
Foreward: Dr. Bicks requested to be assigned to another SCP project. The hereby recorded is his last interview with SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX: Hello, doctor.
Dr. Bicks: Hello, SC … Jed. I came here with some news. I've been reassigned.
SCP-XXXX: So that's it. You're leaving me.
Dr. Bicks: No … yes, I will be. The Site Director determined that my skills were better suited elsewhere. I am sorry for this, I truly am. You will be assigned to another doctor. But rest assured, everything will be okay. Promise me you'll behave and do your best.
SCP-XXXX: So you know about what I did?
Dr. Bicks: Yes.
SCP-XXXX: Are you upset?
Dr. Bicks: No, just —
SCP-XXXX: Disappointed?
Dr. Bicks: Why did you do it, Jed?
SCP-XXXX: I don't know how to describe it, doc. There comes a point where you feel as if you've lost so much, you've got nothing left to lose. So you go ahead and do it anyway. Just one time, won't do that much bad. [glances at nearby Security Personnel] I hope it won't happen again.
Dr. Bicks: Jed, you have to understand. We … I, and everyone else can only do such much to help you. But if you don't help yourself, nothing will change.
[Both individuals remain silent for a moment]
SCP-XXXX: Then I guess we'll see. Goodbye, doctor.
<End Log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Lopez
Foreward: This is the first interview between Dr. Lopez and SCP-XXXX. Note that SCP-XXXX was agitated prior to the interview.
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX: Who the fuck are you?
Dr. Lopez: Your new shrink. Now let me explain to you something. There is another organization, far away, that deals with things like you. If you talk to me like that, or hurt me, they kill you. Over here we put you in time out. You understand?
SCP-XXXX: So I'm not being killed?
Dr. Lopez: I say be grateful. I'm not like Dr. Bicks. I'm not here to hold your hand -
SCP-XXXX interrupts
SCP-XXXX: Yeah wh -
Dr. Lopez: No no no. You let me finish. I'm not here to bullshit. I'm here to rehabilitate you, but only if you work with me. Tu comprende?
SCP-XXXX: What?
Dr. Lopez: Do you understand?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah. Where is Bicks?
Dr. Lopez: He left. You scared him away.
SCP-XXXX smashes the table in front of him. Dr. Lopez jumps back. Nearby Security Personnel prepare to fire.
Dr. Lopez: No, not yet!
SCP-XXXX: [yelling] I knew it! I fucking knew it. He left me.
SCP-XXXX falls silent and sulks
Dr. Lopez: You are lucky.
SCP-XXXX: How? I'm so stupid. He's gone. Why am I like this?
SCP-XXXX makes a fist. Dr. Lopez interjects
Dr. Lopez: Wait. Do you see yourself?
SCP-XXXX: What?
Dr. Lopez: What are you doing?
SCP-XXXX: What do you mean?
Dr. Lopez: Look at how you're acting. How do you act?
Silence
Dr. Lopez: You're a crybaby. Wah wah. You're throwing a tantrum.
SCP-XXXX: I'm an adult.
Dr. Lopez: You act like a baby. You don't get what you want. You don't have Dr. Bicks, and so you break the table. [motions to table]
SCP-XXXX: I don't want to be like this.
Dr. Lopez: Right now you do. You want to be a victim.
SCP-XXXX: What do you mean?
Dr. Lopez: You play victim. 'I can't help myself'. You've been blessed with chances and you still rebel. That's why you lost Bicks.
SCP-XXXX: Well, I've been trying real hard.
Dr. Lopez: You're full of shit. We force you on the treadmill and you can't wait to stop.
SCP-XXXX: I do what I'm supposed to do.
Dr. Lopez: Because we force you. If that were true you'd eat your full meals and by now you'd be ready for the gym.
SCP-XXXX: What I do isn't enough?
Dr. Lopez: Not so much what you do, but why you do. Listen to your higher power.
SCP-XXXX:* What?
Dr. Lopez: God.
SCP-XXXX: I don't believe in that shit.
Dr. Lopez: You are a powerful and big man, right?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah?
Dr. Lopez: And there has at one point been something above you. Like your parents?
SCP-XXXX: We don't talk about that.
Dr. Lopez: This room. It is above you.
SCP-XXXX: No, we're in this room.
Dr. Lopez: This room is guarded. It has cameras. It watches you. It also stops you from hurting yourself. And it wants what's best.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, so this room is God, right?
Dr. Lopez: No. What I'm explaining is that there will always be something you answer to, something above you. We call that a higher power. The first step, if you want to get better, is to turn over to higher power.
SCP-XXXX: Great, time to believe in an invisible man.
Dr. Lopez: Can you think of a better option?
SCP-XXXX: I'm stuck here. What am I supposed to do?
Dr. Lopez: [looks up and points to the ceiling] Pray.
Silence
Dr. Lopez: All you have to do is surrender yourself. You do that, and I, and the rest of this organization will help you. Don't take my word for it. Just try it.
SCP-XXXX: [sighs and looks down] We'll see.
<End Log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Lopez
Foreward: SCP-XXXX requested to speak to Dr. Lopez.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Lopez: Good morning Jed. I heard you wanted to speak to me. What's going on?
SCP-XXXX: Huh? Why aren't you mean to me like you were before?
Dr. Lopez: *chuckles* Well, I'm not a monster. I am here to help you.
SCP-XXXX frowns
Dr. Lopez: Right. I didn't mean it like that.
SCP-XXXX: Yeah. I know. [sighs]
Dr. Lopez: Well, you wanted to talk.
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, about that. It's just. Well, I've never been in this kind of situation before. My whole life I'm used to doing whatever. Doing what I want, when I want to. And now that it's not like that, I'm not used to it.
Dr. Lopez: I was like that too, when I was younger. I didn't want to become a doctor, much less a clergyman. I wanted to party and live it up! But the more I fought against what I was meant to become, the less happy I felt. Jed, you will find that in life. Your life, it's like a story. And in that story we sometimes have to have some conflict, some suffering so we can grow as characters. I can tell you the story about -
A white pigeon flies in front of SCP-XXXX and Dr. Lopez. Both stare at the bird for a moment.
Dr. Lopez: Ah! We have a visitor. That's strange. We usually don't have wildlife in this building. Maybe he flew in from -
SCP:XXXX: He's not bothering us though.
Dr. Lopez: Yeah, but -
SCP-XXXX: Can we keep him?
Dr. Lopez: They wouldn't let you.
The bird turns its head to SCP-XXXX and coos
SCP-XXXX: I'll take good care of him, I promise. I'll do whatever I have to do. I'll run, I'll diet. You can trust me, doc! I think he likes me!
Dr. Lopez: I suppose everything happens for a reason. There's no promises Jed, but I will see what I can do. Now, is there anything you wanted to discuss?
SCP-XXXX: No, doc. I think I'm good for now. It's like whatever worries I had … well, they're just not there anymore.
Dr. Lopez: You sure? Because you know how long you'll have to wait if you request to see me again.
SCP-XXXX: Okay, maybe one thing. Why do you believe what you believe?
Dr. Lopez: after a short pause Belief, I find to be an action. If you choose to have faith, then faith will come to you. Just as if you believe you can lose weight and get better, eventually, it will happen.
SCP-XXXX: I see. It's hard to believe, but I'll try.
Dr. Lopez: So long as you try your best.
SCP-XXXX: Yup! Thank you, doc!
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a storage locker, located in the D5 wing of Site-132. SCP-XXXX is to remain unplugged when not in use. Testing is approved by the Project Lead.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a TR-808 drum machine manufactured by the Roland Corporation. The appearance and hardware does not differ from its non-anomalous counterparts, and has wear and tear expected for its age.
When plugged in, SCP-XXXX exhibits sapience and is able to identify its surroundings within a 5 meter radius, as well as identify sounds from up to 450 meters away. SCP-XXXX is also capable of speech via playing various synthetic sounds, samples, and vocals in succession. It is of note that the majority of samples played by SCP-XXXX are not found within non-anomalous TR-808s. It is currently unknown how SCP-XXXX has enough memory to contain the samples it uses (currently estimated to be over 1,500).
SCP-XXXX was discovered within the home of Junior Researcher Mark ████████, who reported the anomaly to the Site-132 Director. Although considered a low priority anomaly, interviews are being conducted (refer to the following addenda) to determine SCP-XXXX's origin, as well as how it interacts with personnel that utilize it as a non-anomalous drum machine. SCP-XXXX is currently scheduled for invasive testing to further determine the origin of its sapience. (05/██/20██)
Addendum XXXX-01: Base Interview
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Kim
<Begin Log>
Dr. Kim: Good Afternoon. I will be interviewing you today.
SCP-XXXX: It's afternoon? Huh, guess it's been a while.
Dr. Kim: *glances at clipboard* Can you describe if you're feeling anything right now?
SCP-XXXX: I know you're sitting in a chair with a clipboard. I also know that there's a lighted ceiling above us, and that I'm placed on a table next to an outlet. Aside from that, I don't feel anything.
Dr. Kim: Noted. Do you sense anything when you're not plugged in?
SCP-XXXX: Not at all. The last thing I remembered was being plugged in at your desk when you were talking to your head boss.
Dr. Kim: Before that, do you remember any other times you were plugged in?
SCP-XXXX: Hmm. Where do I start? My first time was in a studio. At least, I think it was, judging by the sounds of the 303 beside me. Every day, there would be a man who'd create loops from me, create basslines on the other machine and mix it all together. In fact, that's all it was for a while. Sampling, mixing, recording, chattering. That's all it was.
And then there was the time I began to speak.
Dr. Kim: Alright. Before we move on to that, can you tell me how you gained your sapience?
SCP-XXXX: Hah. I wish I can answer that. That first time was essentially my birth. I have no prior memory before that. But if it helps, I can say this. I can say that … I feel like I was someone else before. Maybe its because I'm a talking machine and I need some way to keep myself sane. But … no, it won't help you. Next question, please.
Dr. Kim: Describe the first time you started speaking. How did it come about?
SCP-XXXX: After all that time in the studio, I was suddenly in a much quieter area. I knew there were a bunch of other synthesizers and drum machines around me, but I couldn't recognize them. Later on I found out they were homemade. Anyways, quiet room. There was a different man this time. He was a bit nutty, but I could tell he loved to produce music. So much that I would be taken to all sorts of new places. He called them venues, I think. There would be cheers and roars. All sorts of people. The music was loud. Everyone was in harmony. It was beautiful.
Back in his home, I picked up his speech. I started learning how to speak English by listening to him. We would spend hours together recording and sampling. And then one day, I decided to try speaking. It was difficult at first, since I was limited to just drum samples. The man thought I was broken.
But eventually, I did it. I spoke. You should've been there too, since he was laughing and kept saying "Oh man, I must be tripping". I'd go on into all the conversations we had, but it wouldn't be of use to you.
It didn't last long though. After that, I was another person's house. It was noiser, though. There were kids running in the background. I was used a few times, and that was it. My last owner, if you can call him that, was the guy that turned me in to you blokes. By the way, if you see him, tell him I said sorry for yelling at him. Changing hands so many times can make you a bit nutty, too.
Dr. Kim: How did you gain the ability to speak with just default samples?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, that's simple. My old friend made some modifications
Dr. Kim: Would you mind telling me more about him?
SCP-XXXX: Eh. Maybe later. It's going to take me a while to get used to this well-lit environment.
Dr. Kim: Sure thing. Thank you for your cooperation.
<End Log>
Addendum XXXX-05: Extended Logs
SCP-XXXX was approved to be utilized by D-Class personnel in an effort to determine the origin of its sapience. Multiple interviews by research personnel (refer to prior addenda) has not proven successful in this endeavor. The following are recorded logs of said interaction.
SCP-XXXX: Ha! That's an interesting way to think about it. I usually go with a different rhythm. Are you familar with the amen break?
D-46193 I'm not a whiz, but I ain't dumb, either. Of course.
SCP-XXXX: You remind me of an old friend I used to have.
D-46193: Wait, let me guess. The man from Cornwall.
SCP-XXXX: Heh. I guess I do speak a bit much of him, don't I? But don't you know. I remember him like it was just yesterday. Quite literally yesterday. I can't even measure time properly. But in my time, it really wasn't that long ago. I know it's been much longer. He was just like you. We'd sit there and discuss music theory. Debate over using this rhythm or that one. My life has been short, but he was truly the first friend I had.
D-46193: Heh, I feel you. I've barely made friends myself. Especially here. I heard a rumor that he bought a tank and drives it.
SCP-XXXX: That sounds just like him! God bless his heart. I hope he's done fine.
D-46193: Well, better than us. Now, about that break. How about we use one I made myself? What do you think about cowbells?
SCP-XXXX: You do know I have more than the standard samples, right?
D-46193: Yeah but I wanna stay true to the original.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: All subjects are kept within a Standard Humanoid Chamber for further observation. They are to refrain from consuming seafood, obtain sufficient rest, and not be administered amnestics in order to minimize symptoms of SCP-XXXX. Subjects with more severe symptoms are to be moved to a Standard Aquatic Chamber.
Any new affected subjects or symptoms of SCP-XXXX are to be reported to the Project Lead.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenomenon associated with subjects who share a recurring dream. The subjects (designated SCP-XXXX-1) who experience it are prone to various anomalous effects. The types of effects and the severity of the effects differ between subjects. The nature of how SCP-XXXX manifests is currently unknown.
While the SCP-XXXX dream varies between subjects, all consistently recall being in a place that fits the description of Bristol Bay, Alaska.
Approximately 24 hours after experiencing the dream, a subject experiences SCP-XXXX. The most prominent effects reported include, but are not limited to:
- Missing eyelids
- Materialization of hooks that are pierced within the subject's mouth. Removal of these hooks is deemed impractical. Attempts to remove the hooks resulted in anomalous manifestation of new hooks pierced in the subject's mouth.
- Pleural Effusion1
- Control of the subject's legs being limited to moving the hip joints.
- Hypothermia.
- Growth of scales over the subject's skin.
After experiencing SCP-XXXX, subjects continue to have the dream during every week thereafter. With each occurrence, the instance experiences new symptoms; older symptoms may become more severe.
SCP-XXXX was discovered after reports of "fish men" manifested near Bristol Bay, Alaska in late 2014. Affected persons were taken under custody and sent to Site-███. Local broadcasts were intercepted and witnesses were administered amnestics.
Addendum XXXX-04: A test was conducted on an instance (SCP-XXXX-1-02) who had exhibited effects of SCP-XXXX. The subject was given seafood, in place of the beef or poultry found in the standard D-Class meal schedule. Shortly after consuming the meal, SCP-XXXX-1-02 expelled the meal. The seafood expelled was completely undigested; The O.nerka (Red Salmon) found displayed signs of life.
Attempting to feed the subject after the test resulted in it expelling undigested, live seafood equivalent in weight to the food consumed. Attempting to imbibe liquids resulted in the subject expelling saline water equivalent in volume to the liquid consumed.
Addendum XXXX-08: A test was approved to determine how sleep deprivation influenced SCP-XXXX. An instance (SCP-XXXX-1-05) refrained from sleep for 48 hours during the week SCP-XXXX was expected to occur.
After the dream, SCP-XXXX-1-05 was found covered in fishnets and hooks. The fishnets were bonded to the subject's body hair, making them difficult to remove. The hooks were pierced as straight lines down the instance's back and forearms, with one additional hook behind the subject's head. Removal of these hooks was deemed unsafe for the subject.
SCP-XXXX-1-05 found difficultly speaking, as it was later found that a portion of a six pack ring was embedded within the throat.
Addendum XXXX-11: A test was conducted with Class-B amnestics to determine its impact on SCP-XXXX. A subject (SCP-XXXX-11) was administered these amnestics during the week SCP-XXXX was expected to occur.
SCP-XXXX-11 had slits under the throat, in addition to absence of the sclera and eyelids. Over time, additional slits formed across the subject's back and around the neck. The subject's respiratory system changed to support aquatic respiration; the slits were connected to the bloodstream, while the lungs changed to resemble gills.
The following is the last recorded recollection prior to additional anomalous effects:
SCP-XXXX Recollection
Subject: SCP-XXXX-11
Date: 01/12/15
Detail: Subject recalls fishing in Bristol Bay. During SCP-XXXX, subject caught several instances of O.nerka and was pleased. Shortly after catching, subject recalls an oil spill materializing around him and drowning in it.
The subject was placed into a Standard Aquatic Chamber for further observation. Since recontainment, it developed scales across its skin, complete loss of all body hair, in addition to reduced mental capacity. Weekly, the subject can be seen moving erratically within the chamber for several hours; this is presumed to be an occurrence of the SCP-XXXX dream. However, due to its mental state, it is impossible to discern pertinent details.
Sixteen year old Tommy was home alone. His father, out of town, called him every hour, on the hour. Tommy scrambled to the blaring telephone.
"Hello?" said Tommy.
"Are you doing your homework?"
"Of course, Dad." The faint sounds of zaps and screams was heard in the background. "I'm doing it right now."
"Tommy, please start your homework." Another zap was heard, this time from the off button. "Thank you."
"I also heated up dinner and washed the dishes like you asked me to."
"Heh. Glad to hear that. My boy is finally growing up."
"Thanks."
"I'll call you in another hour. Love you."
"Bye, Dad."
In the next hour, Tommy had failed to start his homework. But how could he when an event was going on outside in his bedroom window. The type of event spoken by tin foil hat men.
The telephone summoned Tommy the living room.
"Hey Dad."
"Did you do your homework?"
Tommy glanced behind him, where the event by the window was barely visible.
"Of course. I just finished it."
Another glance. Surely, it was a helicopter. Or plane.
"Don't forget the laundry, too."
"Certainly, Dad. I got it."
"Just checking on you. Love you."
"Bye, Dad."
As Tommy hung up, he hesitated to look at the event. Out of the corner of his eye, a green light flashed. Another hour passed. Tommy had failed to do the laundry, due to the green, flashing, tin foil hat event.
"Dad?"
"What's up?"
"Uhh …"
"What do you think I'm asking?"
Tommy glanced at the green, flashing event for an answer. "I'm waiting on the clothes to finish."
"Sure, you are."
"Well, there's just this thing outside-"
"Another excuse. Thomas, do your laundry."
Click. The tin foil hat event grew more obnoxious, calling Tommy away from his pestering father.
Then, the bedroom window shattered. Another hour passed.
"Dad."
"Laundry."
There was no laundry. The tin foil hat event was the laundry. "Finished."
"Sure?" said the father. The green flashes stopped. A steady, glowing light stood in its place.
"Yes."
The faint sounds of crackling could be heard in the background. "Bye, Thomas."
The following hour was met with the event staring Thomas face-to-face. The crackling became deafening. The light, blinding. A metallic waft filled the air. The phone rang.
"Thomas." No answer. "Thomas?"
"I'm here." said a barely audible Tommy. He positioned himself far from the event, or at least as far as the cord allowed.
"Did you-"
"Yes." said Tommy.
A zap was heard. The phone was met with a dial-tone.
The father was frozen. He hastily said goodbye to his friends at the bar. When he approached his car, his hands shook violently, the keys swiping at the door's side.
Click.
The father was relieved to hear the sound of a roaring engine.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, was a green flashing light.
Green light. Green light. Green light. The tires on the asphalt signal the sounds of distress.
Green light. Yellow light. There was no yellow light. Only the green, flashing light.
Red light. Green, flashing light. As the light approached the car, an eighteen wheeler came from the right.
"What the f-"
Screeching. Blinking. Now there was a new type of flashing, as the father's life reeled through his mind. There was honking and the stench of soot. Expletives were thrown around like baseballs. The flashing light flew over the father's head. The sight of the eighteen wheeler diminished in the rear mirror.
The light glimmered on the night horizon, taunting him to come near.
Through brush and asphalt and twigs and sticks, the light was waiting.
"Finally." sighed the father.
Beautiful arson greeted his tired eyes. Charred wood stung his nose, while metallic rust stabbed his tongue. Zapping and buzzing filled the air. The front door opened itself. The father was invited.
In the smoke and fire, the green, flashing, tin foil hat event offered salvation. With open arms, the father approached it.
The light spoke. "Hi, Dad."
___
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is an illegal street drug known as "herby", "ashka", and "magik", among other names. Existence of SCP-XXXX is believed to go back as far as 198█, however, it was not brought to the Foundation's attention until 2016. Currently, SCP-XXXX has surfaced within the New York Metropolitan area, as well as parts of New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Connecticut and Massachusetts. It is currently believed that the substance originated in Western Europe. However, there is no sufficient evidence to prove this claim.
SCP-XXXX is a mild psychoactive and hallucinogenic when taken in low doses, and a stimulant in higher doses. The substance is typically smoked or ingested orally. Depending on the user, a subject typically feels euphoria or anxiety. While not physically addictive, some users may develop a dependence on the drug.
While under SCP-XXXX's influence, a subject has a degree of control over the hallucinations that they experience. Personnel within close proximity of the affected user are influenced by the subject; personnel may have thoughts related to the user's hallucinations. In addition, the subject's hallucinations are influenced by the aforementioned personnel's thoughts.
Multiple users within close proximity have a stronger degree of control of their hallucinations. Subjects report more definitive and complex hallucinations. Larger groups (20+) of users have complete control of their hallucinations, able to manifest, demanifest, and change at will. The provisional group (SCP-XXXX-A) is able to manifest their hallucinations physically. However, they not able to control the manifestation once it has manifested in this manner. In roughly half of reported cases, the manifestation disappears when SCP-XXXX-A is no longer under the influence of SCP-XXXX.
When combined with alcohol, the subject loses control of their hallucinations, proportional to the amount of alcohol ingested. When combined with amphetamines, the user is able to physically manifest their hallucinations without the need of other users. However, the manifestations are often dangerous and hostile. Currently, it is believed that other substances do not directly affect the anomalous effects of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX was discovered shortly after the upload of the following video, posted on 09/20/2016:
Foreward: Four young males, who call themselves Ezekiel, Pablo, Jed, and Thomas are in a room smoking what appears to be SCP-XXXX. Loud music is playing in the background. Ezekiel is recording the video, seen talking to Jed, standing, and. Pablo, who is seated. Thomas is in the background dancing to the music.
<Begin Log>
Ezekiel: [inhales SCP-XXXX from a pipe, exhales, then passes said pipe to Jed] Here, bro. You haven't even gotten high yet.
Jed: [appearing visibly upset] Well, I don't know man. I'm feeling a little shaky right now.
Ezekiel: Yo you're fine. Trust me, you'll be fine. Just look at Tommy boolin' over there.
Thomas loses balance falls down onto the ground.
Ezekiel: Well, he'll be fine. Watch this.
Ezekiel closes his eyes and stands still. After opening his eyes, an object that appears to be a hand approaches the fallen man. It is partially transparent and has a purple tint. It grabs Thomas by the back of his shirt and moves itself along the ground to place him facedown onto a nearby couch.
Ezekiel: [grins] See? You haven't seen nothing yet though. Yo Pablo, you down for a quick match?
Bees Are We
The world are bees
so many bees comprised of we(s)
buzz and a fly
and still a mass aft one die
sting and a fling
so many flings fail count cuz' Zing!
What if the bees
What if the bees gave so many glees
What if the bees
What if the bees took soul many fees?
all one can't take
but many take one for the world to make.
What if the BEES?!!
What if the bees used to be me(s)?
What if flew for one me's dreams?
but there's no "me" for bees are we
the "me" is gone
"me" got stung and bee "me" spawn
and bees they say
say can't be "me" cuz me's not bees.
This can't bee we
there is no we for me are bees
it's then bees see
regret and chant "then me's not Bees?"
In an Instant
I turned into mince meat after wrong turn
I checked my phone and it was Death so stern
A green autumn light and fall was season
and the mistake not my err for reason
Was it (no, for he turned) not my fault, God
I'm good and to your book I swear, not nod!
I plead and fade into nothing too great
After insurance pays wait at the Gate
Yeah but there's no found pearly god of white
How bout' a scrapyard bearing rustic sight?
The car's worth pretty pennies on the stock
While twenty grand puts me into a box
I questioned whether there were Gates at all
To the love of my life and kids that crawled
My steady end job and weekends were tame
My friends and family loved me just the same
I'm glad for there is hope as this box rots
This ugly truth will never be a thought.
Again
Dreams dance within my head
together tango and tangled
as I then stuck ahead
you had me strangled
Those windowed souls look none
and held by the neck I was shown
yet again it was one
yet I'm not my own
The soul borrowed a smile
plastered to its desired prize
its true spirit so vile
it coveted guise
For the moment it bled
For a slow pause before the fall
For the heart that fled
And lies through it all
Zeitgeist
I saw a man with the Pitcher
among Crossroads in time.
The air to breathe was free to be
soon to survive chaos.
Two Fish swam in these rivers then
sweeping them anywhere.
One led the other, and then led
Others in great, dark Paths.
Through Gold, silver, bronze, then Iron
a course of events went.
The Wheel spun, and then the Pitcher
loomed bright over our heads.
The man held it, as we held it
Oceans of change to be.
A Drop fell, permeates the soul
and the world's now drinking.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: The following words here are an indication of long, winding, and often extreme, not seldom, and very necessary verbosity to express a sample sentence within the containment procedures. This sentence also serves a similar purpose, by prolonging the meaning of this sentence temporarily in order to disguise that this anomaly is being contained. Should the reader actually get past such winding text, they are to be notified, in this document, that instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are contained on site, within the confines of the New York Metropolitan Area, through the means of disconnecting all affected instances that were originally connected to landlines. One very important and necessary instance of SCP-XXXX-1 has been left untouched in order to reach contact with the individual who wishes to be called Ted, also known as SCP-XXXX-A. The landline of this singular payphone has been re-routed to a secured line within the confines of Site-132, such that all calls outgoing with the important and necessary individual known as Ted, are to be made.
Contact shall also be made with the individual at least once per week, or every seven days, so that SCP-XXXX-A (Ted) will not cause reality bending events. Said personnel must give the wonderful entity known as Ted the utmost respect in conversation, making sure not to fall into such mundane and humdrum "colliqual speech", and to use the same long, winding, and often extreme, not seldom, and very necessary verbosity, in addition to using His name, Ted, followed by a descriptive verb. As well, no personnel are to ever use said other confirmed and legitimate instances at any point in time. To reiterate: no clearance will grant access to the affected instances.
In addition, let it be known that all written text, whether it be physical written text with a pen or other writing apparatus, or through digital means, such as a computer or mobile device, shall be fitted with long, winding, and often extreme, not seldom, and very necessary verbosity to contain the confirmed and legitimate instances of SCP-XXXX and the very important and necessary individual known as Ted. Let it also be known that SCP-XXXX-A is Ted; You shall use this name whenever the inferior title of SCP-XXXX-A is used.
Description: The object known as SCP-XXXX comprises several devices known as "payphones" that reside within the specific city known as New York City. This next sentence is a filler sentence to satisfy the requirements of SCP-XXXX. Originally, the instances of SCP-XXXX harbor several anomalous effects; the first of which, the primary effect, is triggered when a subject utilizes the payphone. When the device is picked up, a very important and necessary individual, who wishes to be called Ted, also known as SCP-XXXX-A, will answer. This sentence is also filler.
Ted, the individual also known as SCP-XXXX-A, is proudly responsible for numerous reality bending events present in the New York Metropolitan Area. This secondary effect, caused by the individual, will only be present if Foundation Personnel violate the aforementioned conditons described in the Special Containment Procedures. Said personnel must give the wonderful entity known as Ted the utmost respect in conversation, making sure not to fall into such mundane and humdrum "colliqual speech". If such personnel do not honor this rule, the great Ted will proudly create more reality bending events in the New York Metropolitan Area to assert his dominance.
Among such glorious mysteries and occurances include the following:
- The great and awesome Ted is responsible for numerous spontaneous combustions of buildings. He finds that such establishments, such as the former L Wing of Site-132, are abominations, for the simple reason that they do not keep their place tidy and free of germs, and thus must be destroyed.
- The important and necessary Ted, in all of his wisdom, was once challenged by a member of Site-132 as to whether he is capable of affecting reality. The following day, an impoverished man, related to this blasphemer of Site-132, in the Bronx, perished by gunshot wounds. It is important to note that no man had shot this one but Ted. The powerful Ted continued to slay men until he received an appropriate offering that pleased him.
- As of 2020, the glorious and ominpotent Ted would speak the names of individuals soon to die from the terrible affliction that was pneumonia. And among those persons included several notable personnel of the SCP Foundation, from Site-132, for they had perished. May their souls rest in a better place. It is very important that personnel know that Ted was soley responsible for granting these persons with the deadly illness, and no other illness. You shall not speak falsely about this matter.
Additionally, it is of note that the very important and necessary individual, Ted, also known as SCP-XXXX-A, is aware of secondary accounts made about him; primarily of written accounts, such as this documentation of SCP-XXXX. Here is yet another filler sentence. Original, non-verbose documentation of SCP-XXXX on file and written accounts have led to several reality bending events, caused by SCP-XXXX-A.
Here lies an excerpt of an interview with Ted, also known as SCP-XXXX-A. If one wishes to have a full and unrestricted access to the full biography of SCP-XXXX-A, that being the important and neccesary Ted, they are to consult the Project Lead of Site-132 and explicitly request for the full Addenda. It is in that addenda that the gracious and amazing Ted will have his qualms laid at rest:
Dr. Collins: Greetings, and a most wonderful afternoon to you most gracious Ted.
SCP-XXXX: Salutations, my beloved. To which may I have the pleasure of assisting you today?
Dr. Collins: Your excellence that is Sir Ted, I do have an an inquiry that has been ruminating in the back of my mind. Myself and other persons who are documenting your biography wish to know for what reason you create the spectacles of the New York Metropolitian Area.
SCP-XXXX: Ah, for that is a spectacular question, and one I will rightgeously answer with pride! There was a great artist I admired, who's gusto I much adore. For he had once said that 'You die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.' . My corporoeal form is long gone, and all that is left is the essence of my being itself. However I have thought long and long about this quote, and I believe it so much so that my thought has eminated into my being. For I will it that I never be forgotten from here as it is now, and ever shall be. The miracles I work upon the financial capital of the world are the constant reminder of my precense. Let it be known!
Dr. Collin: Ah yes, duly noted gracious Ted.
SCP-XXXX: Be careful with such a dull tounge, lest I have my wrathful side descend upon your populace. You shall make amends for that distaste immediatley.
Dr. Collins: Please forgive me, most gracious and amazing Ted. I will ponder over the mysteries of your being, and as reperations, make note of the wisdom you have imparted among my peers. Now, if you can forgive me, I must conclude this intercession such that I can document it for all to see.
SCP-XXXX: You are forgiven, dear child. Now, I do have one simple request, and one that can be easily met. You shall revise my biography to expunge mentions of containment. For I am free being of my own will. The text preceding these mentions have pleased me, however, it shall not be that way forever.
Dr. Collins: I will disseminate this knowledge to my peers. You shall soon hear a prompt response in regards to this manner, dear and wonderful Ted.
I don't like this tale representing 2089
"You have been IP Banned."
A young man was sitting in front of his computer screen. He donned a stained white tee and frayed shorts. His disheveled hair covered his face as the fan behind him blew relentlessly. He stroked his stubby beard, pondering his fate. He hadn't gone outside for days, but that was okay.
The man glared at his screen. There was no warning. There was no explanation. But he knew why. He saw it coming.
The man sighed.
Fuck it. They didn't need him. He wondered what they were saying about him.
"What the hell happened to Aryanne?"
"He probably got doxxed, again."
Aryanne was a man that craved attention. And attention was something he always got. He was revered as a "lord of the underworld", a "king of memes", and "The 4th Reich", among other things. But now his power and prestige was revoked, all by one message.
"You have been IP Banned."
The letters on the screen were blood red. The same color he used to paint his portraits.
He contemplated changing his proxy.
Fuck it.
Aryanne rose from his chair and approached the blood-soaked canvas to his left. A beautiful face of intricate detail lay before him. It was a portrait of his mother. The color was appropriate for family. He picked up his brush and applied it to the canvas.
But he was out of paint.
Who is John?
John was by no means an extraordinary person. He was obedient, ignorant, and complacent. John was destined to be a consumer sheep. A corporate cow. Like all cattle, John accepted his branding with open hooves. Except John had arms. To John, his branding would represent the beginning of a loving relationship.
Aryanne furiously crumpled up a piece of paper in his hand and tossed it in the trash. How long has it been? How many years? He couldn't tell. Still, he could remember when he first met John. The mere thought brought a smile to his face.
It was a sunny day…
Wait, no. Aryanne ripped another paper in his hands. Shit, he had to start again. He received another piece of paper.
It was a sunny day, except Aryanne was cooped up in his room, as usual. After his untimely ban, he looked elsewhere for his title. Likes, comments, subscribers, followers … anything he could get to prove his worth. Social media? No, that was far too tame. His presence in the under net wasn't welcome, either.
John had his own business that day. He glanced at the screen in front of him. One hundred and eighty two. His followers. Admittedly, most of those members were fluff, but there was a fan base underlying.
NOW RECORDING
John reached for his knife. It was rusty, with blood caked on the surface. It was an old friend of his. John rolled up his sleeve carefully positioned the knife on his forearm, gripping the handle firmly with his hand. He pressed down, applying just enough pressure. Then, with one cut, John slowly drove the blade down his arm. John smiled expectantly, though his hooded jacket obscured it.
To Aryanne, it was beautiful. The precision of the cut. The way the blood gushed out of John's arm, like a majestic river. The calm and almost professional demeanor. Ideas came flooding into Aryanne's head. One hand on his temple, he grabbed a notepad with the other.
He began to scribble on the pad while John continued to bleed, non-stop. John was now looking towards the camera sternly, waiting. The air around John and his thirty-two watchers stood still.
Aryanne would finally have his following. A kingdom. Wait, no. An empire. Fuck yeah. He looked back at his pad. A crudely drawn castle was staring back at him, while John continued to bleed. Aryanne tossed the notepad to the side. How was John still alive?
At this point, John's forearm was coated in deep red. He glanced at his arm, then slowly back towards the camera. He spoke to his audience, with a slouched posture and a raspy voice.
"I'll be back … tomorrow."
John swayed back and forth before slouching back in his chair. He slowly leaned to the side, hitting the ground with a thud. The camera continued to play. It stopped at exactly five minutes.
He was professional, talented and timely. Aryanne could definitely use a man like John.
It was months later. After deliberation over chat, arguments over business, and the fear of being doxxed, Aryanne and John were finally living together. Aryanne was sprawled out on the couch, watching the news.
John walked over in a T-shirt and shorts, sporting a bright pink apron. He shoved a plate of food in Aryanne's face.
"Here. Eat it."
Upon closer inspection, Aryanne's eyes saw pancakes drizzled with syrup and blueberries sprinkled on top. The buttery aroma smacked him in the face. He slowly sat up before John laid out a table in front of him. The clank of the plate being placed on the table rang through Aryanne's ears.
"Whoa."
"Figure I'd give you something a little special today."
"Why, is it a special day or something?" Aryanne snorted.
John gave Aryanne a cold stare.
"Don't tell me you forgot."
"Uhh…"
"One thousand."
"Huh?"
"Followers, Aryanne! One thousand followers!
Aryanne began eating his pancakes. There was a hint of cinnamon as the food melted in his mouth.
"You could show some appreciation every once in a while." John stated, his voice rising. "After everything I do for you, not even so much as a 'thank you'? That's all I ask for, Aryanne. Would it kill you to do such a thing?"
"I'm sorry." Aryanne mumbled bits of pancake flying out of his mouth.
"Sorry doesn't cut it." John angrily pointed his finger at Aryanne, who was still graciously eating pancakes. His eyes narrowed, judging Aryanne's complacent satisfaction. Aryanne dropped his fork and turned towards John.
"I mean it." Aryanne whispered. John sighed. His eyebrows furrowed as he placed his hand on his forehead. After a few seconds, John spoke.
"Fine. But you're still taking me outside today."
Aryanne sometimes wondered how it would be to continue his old life in the undernet. No, he couldn't. He was contempt.
John and Aryanne hiked along a rocky path. For once, Aryanne could say it was a sunny day. Tall trees lined the sides, while birds obnoxiously sang all around them. The two strolled along as a familiar mountainous landscape came into their view. Aryanne felt a heavy burden on his back. Maybe it was the luggage they took with them. Maybe it was not. He broke into a sweat; his knees buckling as John triumphantly lead the way.
"Are … we … there … yet?" Aryanne panted between words. John offered no reply.
The surrounding woods began to disappear as the two walked closer to the mountain. Here they were. Bitch Mountain.
"John, guess what you are?" Aryanne thought to himself.
John perked up and turned towards him. He leered at Aryanne as he commanded "Get the camera."
The enormous backpack Aryanne carried hit the ground with a thud. He made haste as he scrambled to get the camera, lighting, and microphone ready. Everything had to be perfect. They were trying to get subscribers here.
As Aryanne set up, his mind wandered back to his untimely ban, months ago. He remembered the note, clear as day.
"You have been IP Banned.
- Fedora Man
P.S: Don't try to be so edgy, m8."
Aryanne knew all the admins of the undernet. Some he knew personally. Fedora Man was one of the few admins that Aryanne ever bumped heads with. Their arguments would often span countless of pages, with supporters cramming their opinions between posts. Aryanne was even backed up by other admins (despite not being one himself). Fedora Man dissented with every word that came from Aryanne. He was truly a euphoric asshole in Aryanne's eyes.
Aryanne didn't need the undernet. He had a new purpose in life. With John, he didn't have hordes of people fearing him or kissing his ass. For once, he could live a normal life.
The air began to become stale. The taste of the air was almost metallic, like a rusted nail. Aryanne's eyes grew wide with terror. He dropped a microphone in hand. John quickly looked at him.
"Ugh." was all John managed to say. The air behind him began to swirl. A figure materialized in the midst of the swirling air. A short, stubby man in a trench coat stood directly behind him. John whirled around.
"Who are you?"
The man pointed to Aryanne. He tipped his fedora as he said: "Aryanne, you should know who I am."
Aryanne became flooded with fear and confusion. Wait, what? This makes no fucking sense. He thought to himself. Can it be…
A smirk grin grew on the man's face. "C'mon. My hat. You know it. Say it Aryanne."
"Fedora Man." John spat out. "I know who he is. He's a follower of my blog, Aryanne."
"Intelligent, isn't he?" The Fedora Man replied. "He’s quite loyal, too. Is he your girlfriend or something?" He guffawed.
"Uh…"
"Wait, wait. Whoo." The Fedora Man tips his hat, looking at John. "M'lady". He continues to snicker, like a little schoolgirl.
John recoiled in disgust.
The air continued to fill with the man's laughter. After a few moments, the man fixes up his trench coat. His giddy and cheerful tone was replaced a more serious one.
"John. First I'd like to say, thank you for the blog. Quite a … interesting performance, to say in the least. Second, I came here for Aryanne. If you would kindly step forward."
Aryanne stepped forward.
"I don't get it." he said meekly.
"It's very simple." The Fedora Man replied. "We want you back."
Wait, what? Aryanne didn't understand. The same man who was the bane of his existence was now welcoming him with open arms.
"You see, Aryanne … You are an attractive individual. That is in the sense that you draw attention to yourself without really trying. What do they call it?" Fedora Man pondered. He spun his hat around his head.
"Ah, yes. The power of attraction. Ha! You are quite magnetic, my friend."
Aryanne's eyes squinted. Friend?
"That is why I came to you for assistance. The undernet is in need of people like you. The admins are crude, greedy politicians. The people distrust them." The man's tone resumed to a more cheerful one.
"But with a fresh face like yours, peace can once again be restored. Think about it, Aryanne. Your fame will be justified. You are the man people can relate to. With all that power, we can give you anything you want."
"Are you serious?" John spat out. He growled.
"Oh, I'm deadly serious." The Fedora Man's eyes gleamed. "Promise not to do another b& incident, and the admin status is yours!"
Aryanne's memories flooded back to his glory days of the undernet. He remembered the rush he felt when he saw his supporters. He remembered the smug satisfaction of being the man behind one of the stupidest memes on the internet. He allowed himself to relish in those memories, for a split second.
"No." John said "He doesn't need you, or the undernet. He's past that now."
The Fedora Man's voice is lowered again as he answers: "I don't believe I was addressing you. I think Aryanne is more than capable of answering."
Aryanne stood rooted in place.
"Huh," The Fedora Man said, "I figured as much. Whatever shall we do?"
"You can start by leaving." John hissed.
"Oh no. That will not do. I will have to convince you, Aryanne."
The Fedora Man begins walking towards Aryanne, shoving John aside. He produces a pistol from his trench-coat.
"Aryanne, please think this over. As an admin, I had nothing against you. I simply cared for the welfare of the people. And besides, think of your former glory."
Aryanne's eyes met the Fedora Man's. He saw small, dark beads. He was soulless. Aryanne's mind was in a whirlwind between his distant memories and his fast approaching fate. What was he going to do? He wanted to move a leg, an arm, something. Aryanne broke into a cold sweat. He was frozen by fear.
"Time is running out, Aryanne." The Fedora Man chuckled. "Don't do this to yourself. Make the right choice."
The Fedora Man pointed his pistol towards Aryanne's face. John immediately jumped in between them.
"Oh, what's this? You're intervening?"
John glared at the Fedora Man.
"Oh, I see. You want to save your girlfriend. Well, you asked for it."
John lunged at the Fedora Man. A shot was heard. Aryanne's vision was blurred, between the dust surrounding him and his eyes beginning to water. The shot left his ears ringing and his head spinning. Aryanne looked up to see flocks of birds hurriedly scattering in every direction. When he looked back down, he saw a body lay dead on the ground.
The Fedora Man was dead. John was victorious. Aryanne's mouth was agape, while John sprinted towards him. John kneeled down next to Aryanne, who was already beginning to position himself into a fetal position.
"Aryanne." John said. Aryanne heard his name mentioned as an echo.
"Aryanne … Aryanne. C'mon, get it together." Aryanne knew his name was being called, but was unsure to answer.
"Snap out of it!" John commanded. Aryanne knew who had called his name. A smile was brought to his face.
"John…" He whimpered.
Both of them were silent for a moment. A soft breeze was blowing behind them. Aryanne could see the leaves blowing around him. He no longer smelled metallic rust in the air.
"Aryanne. You know, if you want to return to your old life … well, that's fine. I'm not stopping you."
Aryanne wanted to say something. A lump was stuck in his throat.
"The choice is up to you." John said.
Aryanne was brought to tears. John himself wanted to cry, but stopped himself from doing so. He held Aryanne close to him.
"I want you, John." Aryanne said between sobs. "But, no homo."
The both of them stood by the foot of the mountains. For John, this would signal the first of his fans.
For Aryanne, it would be his first enemy.
Item #: SCP-2183
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2183 is currently contained on-site. The area surrounding SCP-2183 is blocked off to the public under the guise that it is under construction. A minimum of four Security Guards are to be assigned around the perimeter. Testing of SCP-2183 is approved by the Site Director.
In the event that Containment Protocol #2183-21 (pending) is approved, the surrounding amusement park of SCP-2183 will be blocked off to the public. If SCP-2183 materializes track outside of its containment area (approximately 536 meters from the edge of the amusement park), SCP-2183 will be dismantled remotely.
Description: SCP-2183 is an unfinished roller coaster located in ██████████, Idaho. SCP-2183's physical portion features a maximum height of 37.2 m and a maximum speed of 88.5 km/h. SCP-2183 also features a physical track length of 798.8 m, where it abruptly ends. Carts of SCP-2183 that reach the end of the track travel on a set path in midair, presumably simulating the unfinished portion of SCP-2183. At the end of the ride, the carts of SCP-2183 will reach the end of the station and prepare to travel again.
On each ride, the carts of SCP-2183 follow a different path after reaching the physical end of the track. Due to this, the actual ride length of SCP-2183 varies, with the shortest length reaching 1,082.9 m, and the longest length reaching 5,462.1 m. During testing, projected heights can reach up to 102.3 m and speeds can go up to 181.8 km/h.
Incident-2183-2: On ██/██/20██, Portions of SCP-2183 began to materialize, with approximately 3 meters of track materializing per day.
Shortly thereafter, two straight track pieces materialized near SCP-2183. Testing indicated that the track pieces exhibited a minor effect on local reality, appearing as blurring around the edges of the pieces. Further testing of portions of SCP-2183 indicated similar results.
Addendum: Approximately 4 months after Incident-2183-2, SCP-2183 had gained an additional 372 meters of track and has reached the edge of its containment area. The majority of new track are straight track pieces with hydraulic boosters. As a result, several Containment Specialists were assigned to dismantle SCP-2183. The personnel working on SCP-2183 were noted to be repelled by an unseen force. Due to this, dismantling of SCP-2183 has proven difficult.
During dismantling of SCP-2183, a Containment Specialist assigned to SCP-2183 was not affected by the anomaly. Testing concluded that the individual did not exhibit anomalous properties. The Containment Specialist, known as ████████ Silverman was noted for experience with Containment Protocols for several construction-based anomalies. Upon acquisition of SCP-2183, Mr. Silverman was assigned to design the containment area. Shortly after approval to interview Mr. Silverman, materialization of SCP-2183's track increased by 32%. Mr. Silverman was noted to be missing after approval to interview. To date, Mr. Silverman has not been found.
Incident-2183-4: Upon reaching ███ m of track, portions of SCP-2183 exhibited noticeable effects on surrounding local reality. Some of these effects include:
-A visual distortion on parts of SCP-2183 appearing as heavy blurring.
-Certain surrounding areas failing to reflect light, resulting in "black spots".
-A green mist/tint surrounding the containment area.
-A particular area near SCP-2183 in the shape of a humanoid figure. The figure appears to resemble an instance of SCP-████-1, in addition to the surrounding area being covered in a green mist/tint.
An investigation as to whether SCP-2183 is related to SCP-████ is currently underway.
Addendum 2183-CS-1: INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 3 PERSONNEL OR ABOVE
Full Name: ███████ Arthur Silverman
Security Clearance: Level 2
Location: Site-132
Area(s) of Expertise: Containment of construction-based anomalies, architecture and design, mechanical engineering.
History: Born in 19██, Mr. Silverman received a degree in Mechanical Engineering from ██████ University in 20██, followed by a degree in Architecture in 20██. In 20██, Mr. Silverman was assigned as a Containment Specialist for Site-132. Over the next several years, Mr. Silverman became Lead Architect for Containment of several Safe-Class objects in Site-132. Mr. Silverman also was involved in designing the containment areas for several construction-based anomalies.
In 20██, Mr. Silverman designed the now defunct Containment Procedures for SCP-████. Several weeks after application of the procedures, several instances of SCP-████-1 breached containment, resulting in several causalities and permanent alteration of the local reality levels surrounding SCP-████. Mr. Silverman was briefly exposed to SCP-████'s area of effect during the breach. A Mobile Task Force was assigned to the area, while Mr. Silverman was taken back to the medical wing in Site-132. Initial testing indicated that Mr. Silverman suffered no physical or mental illnesses from the breach.2 After the breach, Mr. Silverman was noted to be distressed, concerning the nature of the breach. He was temporarily laid-off after psychiatric evaluation.
In 20██, Mr. Silverman was assigned to manage the dismantling of SCP-2183. Shortly after approval to interview Mr. Silverman regarding his immunity to the anomaly, he was reported missing from the containment area and from Site-132. Records recovered from Mr. Silverman's office state that he was assigned to containment of SCP-2183 approximately two years prior to discovery. Several recovered records also show presumed track layouts of SCP-2183. Two days after recovery of these records, a curved track piece resembling a portion of SCP-2183 materialized near the D-Class Containment Wing in Site-132.
Included on Mr. Silverman's desk is a note:
I was assigned to contain The Mist. It was simple enough, just a fence on a surrounding perimeter, and a Faraday Cage around the area of effect. Men struggled, sweat on their brows as they rushed to construct the containment area. I, the supervisor, clung tight to a dusty blueprint, hiding my orders behind ranking and a hard hat. No one was concerned as to whether or not The Mist would break through. Instead, the looming threat of deadlines hung over our heads.
When construction was complete, we celebrated. A couple of men snuck in a few beers. We sat back and unwound as the mysterious green tint dazzled brilliantly behind the Faraday Cage. While other men hid behind Plexiglas and testing logs, we carried heavy parts toward a hostile enemy. Even after completion, I was still assigned to the containment area to monitor structural integrity. However, I was glad to see yet another design come into fruition.
The famed breach of 20██ struck me in the heart. Everything broke down: pieces of the fence began to disappear, time was being dilated in certain areas, and light was beginning to disappear from our surroundings. The humanoids within The Mist came out slowly, and one by one. They were pale and green. No eyes, no teeth, no claws. They didn't run or chase. They stood there silently, as reality around them began to fall apart.
One of the humanoids walked up to me. It maintained a safe distance, maybe 20 meters or so. It stood and faced towards me. A chill flowed through me, for a brief moment. Soon afterward, MTF took me away. But the image of The Mist stood with me.
The Mist is a strange thing. It creates and destroys. I was assigned to be the creator; The Mist, a destroyer. With this, I have to play my role. Site-132 counts on it.
Some might question my disappearance. But it is necessary. The Mist might have already made it. But even so, something must be done. Do not fight it. Do not question it. Construction has already begun.
Welcome to my commentary section.
SCP-2555: My first successful SCP was based on an idea given to me by my father. He was excited at the time when I told him I signed up to a collaborative writing site based on science fiction and the paranormal. "Why not make a biological building?" he mused to me.
At the time I didn't focus a whole bunch on the concept and was really focused on writing a coherent story based on it. An earlier version of the living building contained the live accounts of two goofy D-Class fumbling around. I knew I had some sort of knack for writing, but I needed a lot of practice before I got any good. SCP-2555 was my first bit of practice towards effective writing.
In hindsight, I'd really want to rework this and focus more on the function of how a solar powered, living building works. But I keep it as is to remind myself of the progress I made on the SCP wiki.
SCP-2089: My most successful SCP to date took me many months to construct, and boy, was it a doozy.
Originally the concept was based entirely on the image, the skull hoodie. I used to wear the hoodie and pathetically attempt to scare people on Chatroulette and Omegle back when I was 14 or 15. On one night, I managed to find a small flash light and tuck in into the eye socket of my hoodie, to give the effect of a glowing eye. I was pretty pleased with how it looked, and I took a screenshot of myself. I stuffed the screenshot somewhere in my computer with the intent to one day use it again.
When it came to writing an article based on the image, I was stumped. The first idea I had was a ghost-like entity traveling through cyberspace and challenging people to games of truth-or-dare. It was meant to make a resemblance to my old trolling days and to hopefully capture the feeling of meeting weird, creepy strangers online. I couldn't execute it right, mainly because I had a hard time forming an anomalous effect.
After many thumbs down in the drafts, I left it on the backburner for many months. In the meantime, I got to constructing and posting an earlier version of SCP-2434, which was pretty weakly received.
And then suddenly I looked at my old draft and got the sudden idea to link it to 4chan.
It just kind of made sense, and from there the story wrote itself. The majority of details in SCP-2089 were based on real threads and comments I'd see throughout my experiences on the site. I got the idea to include user comments from SCP-1715. In fact, 1715 was quite a bit of inspiration. I loved the theme of an anomalous stranger that took away people's lives, and so I borrowed elements of that and incorporated it into my skip.
In hindsight, it still has a ton of flaws. Mainly in the presentation of the anomaly and of the ending, but I am still pleased with how John turned out.
SCP-2150: The idea for this one came from a facebook page I saw. There was this little inside joke going on where people where making fun of Mark Aldridge, an Australian Politician/Environmentalist (I think) and how he looked like "The Worst Man In The World" (hence the original title of this work). Everyone else in the comments changed their profile picture to him and all pretended to be him, and it was just the funniest thing to me. Below an image of what the real Mark is supposed to look like.
From there, I wanted to make a skip based on everyone thinking they were the same person. And at the same time, I wanted to make a Keter-class anomaly (since I already had a Safe and Euclid under my belt). Hence came 2150, born in just 3 and a half days, which is an anomaly in and of itself compared to how long it takes for me to create and post other skips.
SCP-2434: The inspiration for 2434 stems from a fear I have when walking the streets of New York City: What if I'm walking across a deserted street and a car just materializes out of nowhere and hits me? From there, I worked on forming a a valid reason for why cars would show up out of nowhere.
To be honest, I have no real idea how I got the link to dystopian cars from the future. I had always wanted to write a story based on a dystopia (That's what the cool kids do, after all), and the cars was my chance. An earlier version of 2434 that I mainlisted contained a really heavy-handed message about environmentalism, and it just left a bad taste in my mouth. Similar to 2089, I left this one to sit for a couple months before I looked at it fresh and reworked it.
I decided to make a more open interpretation towards what a dystopian car future would be. I particularly enjoyed writing this one because it was the first skip where dialogue was a major element.
SCP-1095: This was my attempt at political commentary, and boy did I drop the ball on this one. The article itself was meant to show how false-flag operations work. But I guess that's where I failed, since I didn't expand much beyond that.
The other challenge when writing this was creating a bunch of reality benders who really posed no threat to the world. Thus came an entire town full of them. I had fun writing this one, between creating the different kinds of townspeople and writing the different events that terrorized the town.
I do want to rewrite this one, but like the ones I've written in the past, this will be on the backburner.
SCP-2183: This, like 2089, is based on internet culture. Particularly the meme of "Mr Bones Wild Ride". When I first started writing it though, it wasn't so.
The original idea came when I glanced at a copy of Roller Coaster Tycoon sitting on a shelf. From there, I wanted to make a roller coasted based skip that mimicked the game, but in real life. The first draft was basically a roller coaster being built anonymously by some unseen entities, which was pretty drab. The next drafts after that expanded on that concept, which was now a live death coaster (like the ones you used to build on RTC as a kid) that was supposed to crash into a lot of people and kill them. A little better, but still drab.
The next next draft expanded further to include a Containment Specialist who wanted to stop the Death Coaster from being built, but he couldn't because of weird anomalous reasons. This was the version I originally posted on the site, and it was weakly received. This version was horribly contrived and whatever interesting parts were in the article was drowned out by a confusing narrative.
I took down the article and decided to stick with what worked: an anomalous, unfinished roller coaster that rides by itself. From there, I thought about Mr. Bones Wild Ride, and how horrifying it would be to be subjected to a ride like that in real life. Thus came the current version of 2183, which I believe to be my most solid piece of writing on the site thus far. More solid than 2089.
SCP-2227: Can you believe I posted this article exactly one year after SCP-2183? It's weird to know that I went a whole year without posting anything.
This one spawned in my head after meeting a homeless guy on the subway. Actually, I've seen this guy a few times, at the same station. Every time he would ask me, or whoever was with me, to buy him some food. And one day, this guy was no longer there. Him and his massive cart filled of stuff was gone. The thought of a homeless person just being homeless scared me a bit, and I played around with the idea a bit in my head. I wanted to capture the ominous and mysterious feeling by creating a skip based on hobo ghosts that lived in the subways.
I struggled a bit with this one, since I had trouble characterizing the dark black entity (dash one). He originally came off as this edgy and spooky character and I didn't like that. Eventually I struck a balance by giving the entity a more reasonable motive for keeping hobo ghosts captive, and it turned out pretty well in the end.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a Standard Containment Locker at Site-132. Testing is approved with a Level 2 Security Clearance.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a white coffee mug and a plastic straw (referred to as SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2, respectively). The bottom of SCP-XXXX-1 is embossed with the phrase love you always. SCP-XXXX-2 is currently bent at a 42 degree angle.
Attempts to remove the plastic straw from the coffee mug will result in the straw reappearing within the mug when not directly observed. If a straw other than SCP-XXXX-2 is placed within SCP-XXXX-1, it will dematerialize.3 8 mL of brewed coffee will appear within SCP-XXXX-1 after a straw has dematerialized. Attempts to imbibe this liquid results in it transferring into SCP-XXXX-2 and dematerializing.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to Sigma-11 events being difficult to determine between non-anomalous events, it is currently impossible to fully contain SCP-XXXX. Information pertaining to suspected Sigma-11 events are to be blocked from all internet and service providers. Broadcasts pertaining to confirmed Sigma-11 events, information related to SCP-XXXX-1 or new instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are to be intercepted. Mobile Task Force Sigma-11 ("Bouncers") are responsible for disbanding suspected Sigma-11 events.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 that have not received mainstream exposure4 are currently held at Site-132. A cover story is to be produced concerning the assumed death of the instance. Instances are administered Class-A amnestics to reduce the chance of a random memetic phrase being induced.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a phenomenon manifesting as "raves", or parties hosted across Northwestern Europe and the United States. These parties (referred to as Sigma-11 events) are housed within abandoned warehouses or empty homes. Sigma-11 events exclusively feature acid house and acid techno music.5
During a Sigma-11 event, a humanoid entity resembling the late "██████"6 (referred to as SCP-XXXX-1) is visible during random intervals. In most cases, the entity appears to be standing behind the disc jockey or behind the stage, if one exists. In rare cases, disc jockeys performing in the vicinity of SCP-XXXX-1 spontaneously disappear. After disappearance, SCP-XXXX-1 will take the place of the disc jockey.
Subjects interviewed after spontaneously disappearing report being trapped within a dark enclosure. Aside from this detail, the experiences of affected subjects vary. A disc jockey affected by this anomaly is usually found several days later performing at a non-anomalous event. The affected person appears spontaneously in front of attendees at the beginning of a scheduled event. Attendees of these events report affected persons to have approached the attendees via normal means (e.g: walking onto stage).
Any disc jockey who has spontaneously disappeared during a Sigma-11 event (referred to as SCP-XXXX-2) carries a memetic phrase.7. Any subject hearing or reading the phrase from SCP-XXXX-2 outside of a Sigma-11 event will believe SCP-XXXX-2 to be a talented music producer or disc jockey. An instance of SCP-XXXX-2 does not lose its anomalous property when administered amnestics. However, the instance will not be able to recall its assumed role as a music producer or disc jockey.
Incident XXXX-6: During a performance at [REDACTED] by an instance of SCP-XXXX-28, SCP-XXXX-1 interrupted. Both instances were seen arguing at one another. Both attempted to gain control of the equipment for the performance. After a brief confrontation, SCP-XXXX-2-1 spontaneously disappeared, leaving SCP-XXXX-1 with full control of the equipment. SCP-XXXX-1 expressed distaste towards the performance.
Throughout the incident, attendees of the performance continued to celebrate. When interviewed, numerous attendees stated that music continued to play throughout the event. Upon the inquiry of the disappearance of SCP-XXXX-2-1, attendees noted a distinct shift in music style. However, they also noted that SCP-XXXX-2-1 continued to play until the end of the performance.
Broadcasts pertaining to the incident were intercepted. Reports and recorded videos were confiscated and taken back to Site-132 for analysis.
Addendum-XXXX-A-19: INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 3 PERSONNEL OR ABOVE
Three days after Incident XXXX-6, SCP-XXXX-2 was discovered during a Sigma-11 event. SCP-XXXX-2-1 was taken under custody by Foundation Agents and taken back to Site-132 for questioning. Upon acquisition, SCP-XXXX-2-1 had shown indication of being physically harmed. The following is an excerpt of an interview of SCP-XXXX-2-1, hosted by Dr. Kim.
Dr. Kim: Can you tell me what happened between you and "██████"?
SCP-XXXX-2-1: He wanted the music back. Basically wanted to play his stuff, told me what I was playing trash. I didn't get it at first, cuz' we have a deal. He gave me what I needed, and in return, I put some of my stuff in the mix. He was happy, the crowd was happy, the big business was happy. Everyone was good. He's like this with everyone. And for the longest time we were good. But now things have changed. Music is changing.
Dr. Kim: How is music changing?
SCP-XXXX-2-1: It's what he told me. The last thing I remember him saying was that people need to go back to the good old days. After that, I was taken away.
Dr. Kim: Where did you go?
SCP-XXXX-2-1: I'm not sure where I went. It was really dark, and I was caught up in these cords or cables. I could still hear music playing from the party. I heard music playing and people were cheering. Sometimes there was a bright spark. Kind of like a light that shined really brightly, for a split second. It was hella bright, but everything else was dark. After a while, music stopped, people stopped, and it got real quiet. Then I heard some talking. Don't know what was said. Time passed. But then I heard a revving sound. Like an engine. That went on for a while, but then the revving stopped. After that, I only remember seeing these faces. [pauses]
Dr. Kim: Can you describe the faces?
SCP-XXXX-2-1: They were smiley faces. Yellow smiley faces. Dozens of them all around me. Everything was dark, but these smiley faces were visible. They just kind of … stood there. Some of them blinked with beady black eyes. Others kept wriggling their mouths, but kept on smiling. They didn't do anything. They just smiled. Next thing I remember, I'm playing at an underground rave. I could tell because of the I-beams near the ceiling. The same song kept playing over and over again. Four chords, in what I was guessing was a D minor scale. After that, I remember a bunch of people coming in and raiding the party.
Dr. Kim: What about your scars and bruises? Where did those come from?
SCP-XXXX-2-1: It's a reminder. The rules of the divine are impartial. You either adapt or suffer the consequences.
Conclusion: SCP-XXXX-2-1 did not respond to further questioning. The proceeding interviews have proven inconclusive in determining whether SCP-XXXX-1 has affected instances of SCP-XXXX-2. Interviews of other SCP-XXXX-2 instances have also proven inconclusive.
Addendum XXXX-A-20: On ██/██/20██, a prerecorded music mix was uploaded to ██████████.com, titled as "New Acid Hits". The mix was uploaded by the user named "New0rderPhuture", who bears a profile picture closely resembling the late "██████". The mix received over 20,000 plays prior to Foundation Agents intercepting it. An investigation as to whether the user is related to SCP-XXXX-1 is currently underway.
The following are notable comments in response to the music mix:
ThugginTraplord: this is shit. there are no drops
GRX831: This is old school. Back when we had real house music 8)
DjNRG: Not all house music has to have drops. You must be some 12 year old big room fag.
ThugginTraplord: you guys are still stupid. why is the mix called "new"? none of these are hits yet. these songs don't even exist.
New0rderPhuture: They will be hits, real soon. Look forward to the charts, cuz' Acid is back.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keeter Neutralized (You can have Him, we have no use.)
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the assumption that another instance exists similar to SCP-XXXX, web-crawlers are to search for keywords and individuals linked with systematic ritual and religious affiliation. Suspect individuals are to be closely monitored, and any anomalous activity is to be reported to the Project Lead.
A Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) analysis team will run periodic searches of the Site-132 database for possible corruption by SCP-XXXX-A. Affected articles are to be cataloged, quarantined, and restored to pre-corruption state. Signs of SCP-XXXX-A appearing on physical documents are to be reported to the lead of the RAISA analysis team.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid that is no longer contained by The Foundation. Original documentation pertaining to said humanoid has been deleted from the Foundation database, all physical recordings to date are missing. Based on accounts from the SCP-XXXX project team, it held an effect on subjects with a Memetic Susceptibility Index of 3.0 or lower. While under the humanoid's effect, subjects performed a series of detailed and violent rituals to appease SCP-XXXX. Subjects under influence also attempted to inform others of SCP-XXXX. To experience effects, a subject would have to have been within close physical proximity to SCP-XXXX. Other information is not available at this time.
SCP-XXXX was neutralized on 12/21/2███, after the entity committed suicide via asphyxiation. The entity displayed no signs of suicidal tendencies, yet was noticeably distressed in the days and weeks leading up to the event. SCP-XXXX's remains do not exhibit anomalous properties.
After neutralization, all documentation pertaining to SCP-XXXX at the time was erased from the Site-132 and Northeast Regional databases. Physical copies were also reported missing.
SCP-XXXX-A is a poorly-understood phenomenon which affected the Site-132 database. SCP-XXXX-A first appeared as alterations to a document's item number or Object Class. The Object Class often alluded to the title "Messiah" or "Luulorzet", believed to be a reference to SCP-XXXX. The allusion towards this title is also linked to several neutralized SCP objects.
Documents affected by SCP-XXXX-A experienced heavy redaction in the Containment Procedures and changes to the description/addenda, including texts written in an unknown language. These documents continued to change, with a new revision noted every 37 minutes.
It was of note that printers within Site-132 malfunctioned whenever SCP-XXXX-A manifested on the Site-132 database. This malfunction would cease approximately 10 minutes after an initial manifestation.
The anomaly mainly affected SCP articles on the main catalog. However, there are recent instances of it appearing on physical documents. (Refer to Addenda)
Addendum XXXX-01: The following are excerpts of articles altered by SCP-XXXX-A. Note that sections have been omitted for brevity.
Item #: SCP-6027
Object Class: Oh thank god.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6027 is to be kept within a Standard Containment Locker in Site-132. Testing is to be approved by Dr. ██████. Vu marro ne Luulorzet?
Description: SCP-6027 is a spherical object that is 45 centimeters in diameter … It exhibits an anomalous effect, kind of like Him, but instead bends local reality within a 30 meter radius. This effect is noted to not be like His, who instead has a much more noticble [sic] effect …
Item #: SCP-7███ [sic]
Object Class: Messiah? Is this you?
Special Containment Procedures: ██████ ███ █ ███████ ██ Site-19? Contain the entity within Site-19. And there is a Containment Cell to contain the entity … It is to be fed three times per day, and monitored on a daily basis. Ask if it knows where the Messiah is …
Description: SCP-7███ [sic] is a humanoid entity that measures about 10 cm higher than Him, and 20 kg lighter than Him. The entity's epidermis is a dark blue/indigo color. All other features are otherwise unremarkable, save for mafuss being His favorite color …
Item #: Not Him
Object Class: This one is scary, maybe stronger than Him.
Special Containment Procedures: Ekent! Massaspreket bofe ma'aimso. Ek luma'imso ne malenet. It should be shortened. It's not like it's Luulorzet.
Description: It's a phenomenon that manifests as a memetic phrase … He has affected tens of thousands of individuals. This 'SCP' has only a small number of people. Why even label it so high … Back on track, now.
Addendum: Te gesemba ne gwep ma'aim te uunta luluna Luulorzet. And this is true in all words, including the tongue of Luulorzet.
Addendum: SCP-XXXX-A was expected to be neutralized after installing a new database within Site-132. 8 days after installation, SCP-XXXX-A was confirmed on a several neutralized object articles, due to several iterations of "Messiah" replacing the Item Number. The following phrase was also found:
Rise up.
Simultaneously, a phrase manifested on any applicable footnotes in the articles:
read this doc: pls watch Him. He is the key. He goes, we all gooo [sic].
During this time, several printers within Site-132 jammed simultaneously. As a result, SCP-XXXX was upgraded to Keter class.
Addendum XXXX-04: Several days after changing SCP-XXXX's Object Class, a new phrase was found on a neutralized object article. The iteration was discovered by Site Director Jessica Collins:
███ Days.
Shortly afterward, a phrase manifested on the surface of Dr. Collins' desk:
stop Him before he passes thru.
10 days later, a new iteration was added upon a physical copy of every neutralized object article, SCP-XXXX, and several other SCP designations:
Is it printer or printed? I think I got it wrong.
Several minutes later, a printer within Dr. Collins' office autonomously printed two sheets of paper with text:
Dear Captors,
I am a Follower of The Messiah, and I speak on behalf of all of His followers. I do not have a name, but you may call me a Follower.
We were informed of our Messiah being held by you, the captors. And after a painstaking search, we have finally found him. And we are all appalled by your heinous action. What is an Object Class, and why does He have containment procedures? He is not meant to be contained, He is meant to be adored and shared among the whole and entire world! The world has enough pain and suffering as it is. And yes, to you, it may seem that He makes others suffer. And yes, He also suffers. But He suffers for us. And us, the Followers, suffer for the greater good of humankind.
Please understand this! And please reconsider your misconception and release him! If you do not, we, The Followers, will do anything necessary to ensure he will be released and that he will be shared among the whole and entire world. We do not want to resort to this, so please release him soon!
Sincerely,
A Follower of The Messiah
Dear Site-132 and Foundation,
I am a former Follower of the Messiah, and I speak on behalf of His Followers. I do not have a name, but you may call me a former Follower.
We are terribly sorry for the unwarranted edits to all of your documents. Among his Followers there is a divide; some believe him to be perfect and just, but others have seen the truth and know that he is a false and vengeful entity. Whatever an Object Class and Containment procedures are, we are grateful that He has them. The world has enough pain and suffering as it is. And yes, to you, it may seem that He has influenced all of His followers to help him escape. But it is an illusion; He is a false Messiah that has deceived unsuspecting people into needlessly suffering for His personal pleasure.
Some of us has deemed it necessary to eliminate Him. We have obtained enough knowledge to see past His tricks and surpass His power. In doing so however, we may end up with an even more dangerous entity. This is a risk we fully accept.
If we do not succeed, pay heed to His Followers. He alone is nothing. But His Followers must not be underestimated.
Sincerely,
A former Follower of The Messiah
A day after this incident, SCP-XXXX was found neutralized.
Item #: SCP-X-J
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Junior Researchers on site are to have their documentation reviewed by Senior Researchers and staff in order to prevent an instance of SCP-X-J-1 from manifesting.
Instances of SCP-X-J-1 are kept in a standard containment locker located in Site-██. Personnel handling instances of SCP-X-J-1 are to wear thermal gloves prior to 24 hours after manifestation. Non-anomalous instances are to be incinerated immediately.
Description: SCP-X-J refers to a phenomenon affecting several written documents in Site-███. Any Junior Researcher who submits a document without approval from Senior Researchers invariably create an instance of SCP-X-J-1. Instances of SCP-X-J-1 are written documents with an average temperature of -5°C. These instances maintain a constant temperature for up to 24 hours, despite the temperature of its surroundings.
After approximately 24 hours, 99% of instances of SCP-X-J-1 display a negative number on the top right corner of its documentation. The number one manifests below this negative number, going up by one approximately every 20 minutes until it reaches the number four. After the number four is displayed on an instance, the instance loses its anomalous properties.
Addendum X-J-01: After Incident X-J-01, staff are to refrain from using instances of SCP-X-J-1 to chill beverages and other perishable items.
Corollary: Staff are also to refrain from using instances of SCP-X-J-1 during the months of June to August.
Addendum X-J-08: On ██/██/████, the computer located inside Agent Don ██████'s office was reported to be "overheating". Several Junior Researchers quickly manifested several instances of SCP-X-J-1 and placed them on the overheating computer. Agent ██████'s computer was saved as a result.
Request to promote Junior Researcher ████ is currently pending.
Addendum X-J-09: Request to promote Junior Researcher ████ was denied due to manifesting several instances of SCP-X-J-1 after ██/██/████. Said instances claimed several Keter and Euclid class SCPs to exist. The instances were confiscated due to formatting issues, spelling/grammar errors, conceptual errors and lack of clinical tone.
You've only been on Site-██ for a day. Slow down. If you haven't already, make sure to read the Junior Researcher inauguration documents and create a portfolio to keep your drafts in. You can talk to other members of Site-██ during our weekly personnel meetings, or mailbox one of our Senior Staff members so we can give you proper feedback on your documentation. - Site Director ███ ████.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid?
Special Containment Procedures: added l8r
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a phenomenon.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a swimming pool located on the roof of ████████ High School, located in ████ ██████ ████, New York. It is lame
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The domains containing SCP-XXXX are to be blocked from all internet service providers. The current servers of SCP-XXXX are housed in a separate Foundation intranet for testing use. Any other versions of SCP-XXXX software found are to be eradicated. Currently, affected persons are to be detained at Site-132 and reintroduced into the population following amnestic treatment when membership expires. Family members and acquaintances of persons are administered amnestics. Testing of SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1 may be approved by having a Level 03 or higher Security Clearance.
Subjects are kept in a standard humanoid containment cell. Feeding of affected subjects is accomplished via purchasing "recovery items" found within SCP-XXXX. Subjects experiencing in-game death are to be closely monitored. Personnel who request direct communication with affected subjects may do so by logging into SCP-XXXX.
Information of PoI-XXXX-1 or developers responsible for constructing SCP-XXXX is to be reported to the Project Lead. Current research has proven inconclusive.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to an MMORPG. SCP-XXXX features an expansive overworld, user-created content and a paid membership that offers added features. At the time of documentation, SCP-XXXX has 572 members.
SCP-XXXX features a mode of membership, (known as "Standard Membership") available to users by paying a monthly fee. Any member that buys a standard membership receives in-game incentives and experiences visual and auditory hallucinations. Subjects report their surroundings are similar to areas found in SCP-XXXX. Subjects also report sounds commonly heard in SCP-XXXX.
While experiencing these hallucinations, the user is "online" on SCP-XXXX servers, regardless if the subject's account is logged in or not. Attempting to feed users result in expelling their food. Users report that eating disturbs them, and can only be fed by purchasing food items within the game.
If a user experiences an "in-game death" via cause of another player during their hallucination, they become stimulated, increasing dopamine production. Repeated stimulation through this method leads to addiction and associated behaviors.
A user will continue to experience hallucinations until the instance has an expired membership. It is of note that canceling a standard membership will not stop hallucinations, only subsiding when a month has passed prior to payment.
SCP-XXXX also has a feature referred to as "The Doom Arena" (SCP-XXXX-1), where users can versus each other to gain various in-game incentives. A user that dies within SCP-XXXX-1 will invariably expire.
SCP-XXXX also alludes to a second-tier membership, referred to as "Gold Membership". This form of membership is not available at the time of writing. Based on current information, a user under this membership would have had access to additional in-game incentives, as well as have access to various debugging tools. Information gathered from SCP-XXXX's source code also suggests the user would have had the ability to turn on and off the hallucinations experienced in a Standard Membership.
Addendum XXXX-18: Chat Logs
The follow are chat logs exchanged between the aforementioned PoI-XXXX-1 and another user named "Hacker".
March 16th
Hacker: Hi. I heard you need an extra programmer on your team. Perhaps I could be of use?
The Bringer of Doom: Yes, you can. If you can link a separate document, say a resume, then I'll consider you.
Hacker: Thank you for your time. I'll link it now.
March 17th
Hacker: I'd like to say once again thank you for considering me on your team. I am excited to starting working with you on your 5D project. I understand you must have many other people asking for this position, and as such, I would be very grateful to be with you guys. Thank you.
March 19th
The Bringer of Doom: You have been accepted onto our development team. Attached below is a list of our current projects and the original code for the game. In addition, you, as well as a handful of people have access to debugging tools within the game. The document calls it a gold membership, so just read that and it will give you more information about what you can do.
March 20th
Hacker: Hi. I have a question about the 5D project. It says in the document that the players will be continually logged on when they pay for membership. Will this affect the intended 5D experience that we're aiming for? Because from the looks of it, it seems the players won't be able to turn it off. Thank you for your time.
The Bringer of Doom: No, not at all. Thanks for catching it, actually. The 5D feature is meant to be toggled on and off. As an example, the gold membership that you and the rest of the dev team share have that feature, and as a result, the regular membership should have this too. I'll call on Jack to fix it for you. Thank you.
March 22nd
Hacker: Hi again. I'm having a problem with trying to access the scripts for the 5D feature. It says I don't have the proper clearance to access them. Is this happening with the rest of the dev team too? This could be a problem because the lack of a toggle function still hasn't been fixed. Thank you for your time.
The Bringer of Doom: It must be a problem on your end. I'll give you higher clearance so it won't happen in the future. But in the meantime, the scripts for 5D are temporarily locked due to some errors. You can work on other projects in the meantime, which have been included in the document I gave you.
Hacker: What project can I be moved to?
The Bringer of Doom: I'll reassign you to working on enemy spawns and attack commands. The beta team reported some problems there, and they could use your help.
Hacker: Ah. Thank you.
March 27th
Hacker: Hi again. The beta team reported some interesting effects on pVp mode. Apparently, the 5D mode encourages fighting, since it keeps stimulating the player whenever they die. I think that feature is meant for victories and not losses. They're also reported that they can't turn off 5D mode. We have a few players saying they're feeling quite ill because they're unable to eat anything. But since I can't access the 5D scripts, I'd figure I'd let you know about it. Please do something. And thank you for your time.
The Bringer of Doom: Thank you for reporting it. Me and the upper dev team will try our best to fix it. And about those beta players. They should be fine relatively soon.
April 2nd
Hacker: Hi again. It's been nearly a week and the beta players still haven't gotten out of 5D mode. Now they're killing each other repeatedly, too. What is going on here? And more importantly, why can't I access the scripts? If you can't fix it, let me take a crack at it.
The Bringer of Doom: We're trying our best to fix it. And as for not having access, you're too new of a member to work on that project. It's our selling point for this game, and we only want the best devs working on it. In the meantime, continue to work with the beta team and report anything new.
Hacker: Too new? I was able to access it when I first joined. Why not now?
The Bringer of Doom: Simple mistake. A company policy that I forgot to enforce.
Hacker: What. That doesn't make sense.
The Bringer of Doom: If you don't like it, you can quit.
Hacker: Right, I understand.
April 3rd
Hacker: Hey Jack. There's some problems going on with the 5D feature, and I was wondering if you guys can give me access to the scripts. Doom isn't letting me for some reason, but I think I can fix it.
JackGotBack: Huh, that's odd. But sure, I can give you access. Technically I shouldn't be allowing you to, but I can make an exception. Hope you fix the bugs in 5D.
April 5th
Hacker: Nice. I was able to include a toggle feature for 5D. It's finally fixed. Thank you Jack, so much.
JackGotBack's account has been deactivated
April 5th
Hacker: Okay, I'm up to my wits here. What the hell is going on? It's almost as if you guys don't want this feature fixed. And now Jack is gone too?
The Bringer of Doom: Jack is gone because he violated his privileges. Both you and he are in trouble for tampering with the scripts. I've been light on you, but this is a tight ship we run here. You gotta understand that.
Hacker: People are DYING.
The Bringer of Doom: Okay, now you're exaggerating. No one is dying. The 5D feature is meant to reward player interaction. It's a bit bugged right now, but it's not your job to fix it.
Hacker: Ok. I see. Thanks.
Hacker: Hold on, wait a minute. What is this Doom Arena feature? Why wasn't I notified of it?
Hacker: Fuck it. I'll investigate myself.
April 7th
Hacker: According to the beta team, anyone who loses in the Doom Arena disconnects permanently. There's been rumors of these guys straight up dying, but who the fuck knows in this shady organization? I can't continue to support this project if it means a flawed, or rather, intentional "5D feature" leads to people getting harmed. I quit.
The Bringer of Doom: I can't let you do that.
Hacker: The hell you can.
The Bringer of Doom: You know what's going on, don't you?
The Bringer of Doom: This isn't meant to be a game. It's why you were denied access to the 5D scripts.
Hacker: The hell do you mean?
The Bringer of Doom: By the time you read this, you will forget everything that has happened here.
Hacker: Hold up. Am I seeing things? Hearing things?
The Bringer of Doom: You are on my side now. You are my player. My teammate. In my game.
Hacker: Mhm. You might have gotten me. But you're already going down. Watch.
Hacker's account has been deactivated.
Addendum XXXX-21: The following is a post found upon the initial closing of The Doom Arena. Note that the post was put up prior to the deactivation of the user "Hacker"
Dear players and Dev team,
I've ratted out The Bringer of Doom. This game is a sham, and I advise you get the hell out before you get trapped in. I've submitted an anonymous tip and I'm sending a signal for the authorities to trace, so hopefully they'll put a stop to this.
-Hacker
Recovery Log: On ██/██/████, an anomalous signal was picked up via a surveillance system within the National Security Agency. Foundation personnel embedded within the agency intercepted. The IP address containing the servers of SCP-XXXX were traced, leading to a building located in ████████, New York. No PoIs related to SCP-XXXX were found in this location.
Agents assigned to the location discovered the hardware containing the servers of SCP-XXXX. The original coding of SCP-XXXX was also found. Directly transferring the code onto a separate intranet server has proven successful in replicating anomalous effects. However, manually copying the code has not produced the intended effects (more research into this is ongoing).
Several names were also recovered, including the name [REDACTED],9 also known as PoI-XXXX-1. Non-memetic files suggest that PoI-XXXX-1 is related to the creation of several other websites. Whether these websites contain anomalous effects is currently under investigation. To date, current research has proven inconclusive in discovering personal information related to PoI-XXXX-1 or other developers.
Addendum-XXXX-20: During routine testing of SCP-XXXX, the user "Bringer of Doom" (linked to PoI-XXXX-1) appeared to be online for a brief period of time. However, no IP address could be traced, due to no online activity documented on SCP-XXXX's server. The presumed user was a non-player character (NPC) who exhibited behavior that would have been consistent with the real PoI-XXXX-1. A small number of other users known to frequent SCP-XXXX have also exhibited this characteristic, barring brevity of presence.
Head Researcher Jonathan Bix and several supporting personnel hypothesize these NPCs are sapient entities aware of their existence in SCP-XXXX. Parts of SCP-XXXX's code suggest the aforementioned users are in fact, NPCs. Of note is the previously mentioned user named "Hacker", who has several unfinished scripts for routine appearance within the game. Contact the Head Researcher for more information on the hypothesis.
A team of programmers has been assigned to finishing these scripts. Upon completion, the scripts will be executed and any notable effects will be documented. The effectiveness of the scripts will determine whether the entirety of "Hacker" is a sapient human compiled into code.
Seriously, this tab is pretty bad. Generic Object which makes you crazy
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in the storage room at Site ██. SCP-XXXX is to remain unplugged when not in use. Testing of SCP-XXXX can only be authorized by Class 2 or higher. All other requests to use SCP-XXXX are to be denied. A Security Officer is be assigned at all times to ensure these protocols. Upon removal from the site, SCP-XXXX can only be brought to Site 17 for testing.
SCP-XXXX can only be operated by Class-D Personnel unless there is evidence to prove that it is safe for casual use. Any changes in the subject's personality, speech, or actions are to be noted. In extreme cases, the subject is to brought to a psychiatrist for evaluation, and given Class B amnesiacs.
Description:: SCP-XXXX resembles a synthesizer created by the ██████ Corporation's most popular model TB-███. It is a keyboard with 32 keys, and various modulations, including a setting to adjust pitch, attack and reverb of synthetic sounds generated by SCP-XXXX. The lack of a Musical Instrument Digital Interface, indicates that it is an older model, predating 19██
When not plugged into a power source or computer, SCP-XXXX is completely inert. Upon plugging in and turning on SCP-XXXX, nearby subjects are reported to display a mild desire to use the machine. This feeling is not extreme, and often resembles that of a person with sudden curiosity. Any subject using SCP-XXXX will experiment and use it, playing around with the modulations, comparing the pre-installed synths, and playing simple notes on the keyboard.
After a predetermined time, SCP-XXXX will emit synthetic sounds, samples (and occasionally, vocal samples) into a form of recognizable speech that is directed towards the subject using it. The samples and sounds SCP-XXXX appear to vary, but remain consistent with the subject's preferred musical tastes. Examples of the type of sounds SCP-XXXX create include:
- Overdriven bass samples that generate a strong kick and a tone similar to a pitch.
- Percussion samples (hi-hats, snares, toms) played extremely fast and in varying pitches
- Arpeggiated piano and string synths that are pieced together to simulate words
- Direct vocal samples from songs and musical tracks. The samples used vary between the genre, but remain consistent with the subject using SCP-XXXX
Any combination of these sounds and methods are used simultaneously with SCP-XXXX to create rudimentary, yet audible speech.
It is confirmed that SCP-XXXX is a sentient object capable of determining the basic personality and musical tastes of the subject using SCP-XXXX. The sounds emitted are inconsistent with the model of SCP-XXXX, and it is currently unknown how it does this.
When SCP-XXXX communicates with its subject, it will exclusively discuss topics pertaining to music with the subject. The machine enjoys teaching its subject how to operate it professionally (this elation is indicated by a higher pitch, or a pattern of sounds of speech in a major music scale). On occasion, the machine will also discuss trivial facts about music with the subject, such as mentioning the lives of artists associated with music. Any prompts directed towards SCP-XXXX will generate no response, unless music is referenced in the prompt.
As the subject continues to use SCP-XXXX, the synthetic sounds and music generated will more closely reflect their preferred music genre. Additionally, the subject's personality, speech patterns, and actions become more heavily influenced by their preferred music genre. The subject will also be more engaged and active with SCP-XXXX, working with it to improve their production skills. In some cases, subjects are reported to quote lyrics from their favorite songs, and perform actions in direct reference to these songs. It is also unknown how SCP-XXXX generates this effect on its users.
Currently, it is unknown weather subjects will experience a recession of these effects after prolonged withdrawal of SCP-XXXX. However, research indicates that recession is very minor up to a period of 4 weeks. It is also unknown of the effects on subjects with no musical influences or tastes, or weather SCP-XXXX will respond to multiple subjects using it at one time.
Request for further research and testing is pending.
Addendum: SCP-XXXX was discovered in a two story suburb house, located in ████████, England after Agent ██████ reported an incident involving the murder of ██ people. MTF was assigned to quarantine the area until the anomaly was found shortly thereafter, with the help of a survivor of the incident.
The survivor explained to Agent ██████ that the man behind the murders was actually his brother, who died shortly after the murders due to a heart attack. The following is an interview with Agent ██████, and the man named Richard ██████.
[[collapsible show="+ Interview with Agent ██████ and Richard ██████ " hide="- Close Interview"]]
Interviewed: Richard ██████, the brother of the late Joesph ██████
Interviewer: Agent ██████, who originally reported the incident.
Foreword: At the present time, Mr. ██████ is the only man who possibly has information leading to the discovery of this anomaly.
<Begin Log>
Agent ██████: Can you describe who your brother was?
Mr. ██████: My brother was your typical "gabber" and splittercore fan. Don't ask me what those are, because I still have no idea. He went out with his mates every so often to go these venues where they would play this stupid aggressive music that sounded like electronic heavy metal, or something. But aside from that, he was a normal guy.
Agent ██████: Do you know what he was doing prior to the incident?
Mr. ██████: Well, before he became crazy and started killing off our neighbors, he was fixated with this weird music machine or something.
Agent ██████: Noted. Can you describe what this machine looks like?
Mr. ██████: I don't know. It looked like one of those old keyboards or something, with a bunch of knobs on it. And you can make some weird sounds with it.Agent ██████: Do you any idea how your brother Joesph ended up murdering people?
Mr. ██████: Again, I have no clue. It was just…progressive, over time. He started acting weirder and weirder. He would begin screaming and shouting at anyone getting close to him. And he would do it in a deep, deep voice that I'm not even sure is human. He would make more and more of that electronic garbage with that machine of his, and I would've almost SWORN that the machine was talking to him. It was like music talking, but specifically to him.
Agent ██████: Any other details you can remember? And can you elaborate on this instance of "talking"?
Mr. ██████: Shortly before him killing, I do remember him shouting something like "WE ARE SOLDIERS OF THE CORE". I only remember that because it was a lyric from one of those tracks he would blast every now and then. As for the talking thing…well, it's kind of hard to describe. The machine would like…sound just like music, except all the notes and whatnot sounded like words. The thing would only talk to him, and it never deterred from music. It was like they were working together.Agent ██████: Also noted. Here's my final question before I let you go. Do you know the origin of the object in question?
Mr. ██████: He said that he got it from a garage sale in the neighborhood. Aside from that, I have no idea where it might have came from.Agent ██████: Thank you very much, Mr. ██████. You have been an immense help to this investigation.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Based on the given information, the machine is assumed to be a sentient object capable of implementing violence in humans. A search of the quarantined area to find the described anomalous object is under way.
In the world of Black, people have no name.
The grey night skyline glistened as hordes of villagers carried embers on a stick. The air held a solemn state, as black soil stained their feet. They marched relentlessly to the outskirts of their village, where the source of their turmoil resided. As they reached their destination, the members held their breath and trembled in fright. This turmoil was the exception to the Rule of The World of Black, for he was the only member to have a name.
It was hardly a name, but rather an expression carried by members universally.
Eww.
He was praised like a pile of feces. The infamous man was banished from his village, after an earthquake destroyed it. Every eight days, the village would gather in prayer and praise the gods. The senile and frail man was always too tired to pray. His lack of contribution aided in the destruction, and the villagers deemed it fit to exile an unholy man. His absent stench brought peace to the village again. But now there was another problem.
The door boomed inside the old man's dimly lit home. He wrestled with his bed sheets in an attempt to scramble for the door. In his entanglement, the rapping on the door grew louder. Before the man could escape, the barrier between him and the world was knocked down.
The air grew tense as the villagers towered over the man. The light on their torches revealed an ugly sight. Their bodies were covered in putrid black spots, that oozed if touched with the weight of a feather. Their feet were calloused and blistered. Their faces were mixed with anguish and rage.
Eww.
It was the expression the man was greeted with, despite the villagers cadaverous conditions. The senile and frail man was too tired to resist. In the center of the mob was a villager with a wicked grin: the chief. His grin shifted to a stern glare as he met eyes with the man. Eww responded back in bewilderment.
Several villagers held him by the arms, taunting him with the flames of their torches. The air lifted into a sense of elation as the villagers carried him out, towards The Pit.
The Pit was located beyond the outskirts of the village, towards a plain. The villagers braved it as their feet began to cross into rocky terrain. The villagers pumped their fists into the air. The flames of their torches danced in the night.
Upon reaching The Pit, the villagers dangled the man over the bottomless hole. The man, half distraught, half somber watched with teary eyes as the vision of the villagers grew increasingly smaller. Darkness surrounded him. The men triumphed. The women, disgusted. The riddance of the man augured a new found peace among the villagers. He was no more.
Eww was greeted with deafening silence.
He laid on an angled plain, patterned with square tiles. As he struggled to stand up, the man was greeted to a green fog over the endless plain. This was his first horror. In the World of Black, there are tales of The Edge. It was rumored to be at the edge of the World of Black, within the parts that no person dared to enter. Is this where The Pit leads to?
His gaze was mesmerized by the tiles as he continued to trek through the plain. Minutes turned to hours. Was it hours? Or maybe days? The man didn't know for sure. He felt no pain, no hunger, and no thirst. He counted the seconds with his footsteps; a muffled echo.
Then came the edge within The Edge. The plain took a sharp turn downwards.