Othello the Cat's SCPs

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Any information regarding SCP-XXXX discovered in the public is to be copied and stored in the Foundation database, with the original copy deleted. Any civilians discovered discussing anything involving SCP-XXXX or creating any content related to it is to be located in person and amnesticized.

AIC "DiDi" is to monitor SCP-XXXX outside of the Foundation database, should it decide to break its agreement to only create instances of SCP-XXXX-A within Foundation servers and its website. As long as the agreement is upheld, Foundation Researchers are advised to regularly read any instances of SCP-XXXX-A that are created, ensuring that each instance is read at least once for SCP-XXXX's mental health.

The location of SCP-XXXX's author, designated PoI-XXX, is still unknown, but investigations are underway.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for the previously abandoned webcomic series "Paradix High School", created in 2009 by an unnamed author. The comic itself described the life of various fictional supernatural or paranormal teenagers in a high school setting, incorporating LGBT-related themes into most of the story arcs.

In 2014, the author announced that they would no longer create comics, due to no longer feeling passionate about the project, but in 2016, comics consisting of the series' characters in new storylines were once again posted on the website where the comic was previously hosted. While it was previously believed to be either the author returning to work on the comic or a fan creating the comics once again, additional instances of these comics began appearing on other websites, including some governmentally-restricted websites. Upon learning of the comics' invasion of these websites, The Foundation investigated the comics and was able to successfully delete any instances that did not appear on the website itself.

While further comics, which were then designated SCP-XXXX-A, were created, Foundation researchers noticed the characters in the comics reacting to the actions of The Foundation, many characters referring to certain researchers in protest of their actions. Further testing with the comics determined that six of the characters that reside in SCP-XXXX are sentient, somewhat aware of their surroundings regarding who is currently reading them, and that they themselves are responsible for the creation and distribution of these comics.

Addendum: Below is the initial series of interviews conducted between Dr. Frederich Garvin and SCP-XXXX-1 through SCP-XXXX-6.

Author Note: The following interviews will be in comic strip form, and the collapsibles are currently outlines.

Interview XXXX-01

Close Interview

Strip One, Title: Deaf/Mute

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin attempts to speak verbally to Lana (SCP-XXXX-1) and Hope (SCP-XXXX-2).

<Panel One>
Lana, a vampire, squints towards Dr. Garvin, Hope, a ghost, scratches her head.

<Panel Two>

Lana leans forward towards Dr. Garvin.
Lana: Uhmm… we can tell you're trying to say something but…

<Panel Three>

Lana shrugs.

Lana: We can't hear you, only see you.

Hope holds out her hand, as if she's explaining something.

Hope: And, unfortunately, we can't read lips.

<Panel Four>

Lana leans back in her chair, folding her arms. Hope lowers her arm.

Lana: It's aight, we'll wait for you to write down what you wanted to say, it's no big.

Strip Two, Title: No Introductions Needed

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the statement, "Hello, my name is Dr. Frederich Garvin. Your names are Lana Baalberith and Hope Sevvir, correct?"

<Panel One>

Hope nods.

Hope: Mhmm!

Lana: Yeah, that's us. I'm guessing you've read up on us, yeah?

<Panel Two>

Lana gestures her arms towards Hope.

Lana: You probably didn't need to look too hard to find out that she's a ghost and I'm a vampire, though.

<Panel Three>

Hope raises a finger, as if making a point.

Hope: Or that we're a couple!

Lana smiles at Hope.

<Panel Four>

Lana lightly punches Hope on the shoulder, playfully. Hope smiles and giggles.

Lana: Save the gay shit for when we're not being interrogated, babe.

Strip Three, Title: We Just Don't Know

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "Do any of you know what happened to your author on September 28th, 2014? Do you remember anything before that date?"

<Panel One>

Lana's eyebrows raise, and she crosses her arms again.

Lana: I'm guessing that's when this whole shebang happened? Sorry, we don't exactly know what time it is… out there.

<Panel Two>

Hope sits up in her chair and gestures around her, vaguely.

Hope: We do remember our lives before this, though! At least, what was written about them. Like, our tragic and dramatic backstories and such. It's why Lana and I stayed a couple; we remembered already going through so much.

<Panel Three>

Lana leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. Her head is angled downwards.

Lana: For the record, we have no fucking idea what happened. We don't know what happened to the person who made us, we don't know what this place around us is, we don't even know why we have the powers to control everything around us.

<Panel Four>

Hope puts a sympathetic arm around Lana's body, but continues to look forward.

Hope: We're just trying to make the best of what we can here. Just making these stories is kind of the main thing that we all do to… stay sane, I guess.

Strip Four, Title: The "Place" We Call Home

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "You said place, are you living in a physical location?"

<Panel One>

Lana looks up.

Lana: Yeah, we're in an actual place. Walls, floors, all this stuff. Shit's going on out of frame, we've just chosen to be the ones in focus.

<Panel Two>

Hope turns her head away, leaning over Lana at something out of frame, waving.

Hope: Yeah, from where we are, we can see Cayde and Jym.

Hope: Hey guys! The interview's going great so far!~

<Panel Three>

Lana looks up at Hope, with mild discomfort.

Lana: Babe, can you not lean on me like that right now?

Hope looks briefly guilty.

Hope: Oh, right… sorry…

<Panel Four>

Hope gets off of Lana's back, somewhat embarrassed. Lana sits up.

Hope: But yes, we don't just fade out of existence or whatever if we're not in a panel.

Strip Five, Title: We Do Gay Shit Anyway

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "If you can create everything else in this world, then why not create more people? More sentient characters?"

<Panel One>

Both Hope and Lana look uncomfortable at this question, neither of them saying anything.

<Panel Two>

Lana hesitantly speaks.

Lana: We… tried.

<Panel Three>

Lana: I…

Lana looks away. Hope look towards Lana and puts her hand on Lana's back, rubbing it.

Hope: It's okay, Lana. I'm here for you. We all are.

<Panel Four>

Lana wipes her nose. Hope is seen looking towards Lana, sympathetically.

Lana: They… weren't real… they were husks… God, just… I really don't want to talk about this.

Strip Six, Title: Here Come The Boys

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "Would you like to take a brief break? You two seem to be fairly emotional right now, we can speak to other people, if you'd prefer."

<Panel One>

Hope is seen draped over Lana, hugging her from the side. Lana turns her head forward and nods.

Lana: Thanks, man. That'd be nice.

<Panel Two>

Lana puts one arm around Hope as the two stand up from their chairs.

Lana: Plus, I'm sure Jym and Cayde are just itching to get in the spotlight.

<Panel Three>

Lana turns her head to the side and shouts.

Lana: Hey boys, you're up, I think. Doc's done with us for now.

Jym (Off-Frame): Seriously? Sweet dude!

<Panel Four>

Lana and Hope begin to walk off, holding each other. Lana faces forwards again.

Lana: Good luck with those two, they're ramblers if you make them talk about themselves.

Interview XXXX-02

Close Interview

Strip One, Title: The Coolest Zombie and The Coolest Fairy

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin prepares a similar welcoming statement to Cayde Callion (SCP-XXXX-3) and Jym Daephys (SCP-XXXX-4) as in Interview XXXX-01 Strip Two.

<Panel One>

Cayde and Jym, a zombie and a fairy respectively, arrive in frame. Cayde takes a seat in the leftmost chair, Jym continues to fly.

Cayde: Youse ready for the fun shit?

<Panel Two>

Cayde puts his hands behind his head and reclines in his chair, then squints.

Cayde: Oh, uh, 'sup Fred. Looks like ya already know the two of us.

Jym strikes a pose.

Jym: As if there are peeps that don't know of us yet.

<Panel Three>

Cayde extends his hand nonchalantly.

Cayde: Heh… yeah… but anyways, whatcha need to know? We'll talk about whatever, to be honest.

<Panel Four>

Jym reclines on Cayde's forearm.

Jym: You'll get bonus points for askin' shit about us, though.

Cayde: Yeah, we're savants when it comes to our egotistical asses.

Strip Two, Title: Jym and Cayde Don't Fuck

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "Do you have any ideas as to why the six of you specifically were chosen to be sentient?"

<Panel One>

Cayde shrugs. Jym also shrugs.

Cayde: I dunno, 'cause we were the cool ones?

Jym: Maybe we were just too sexy to resist and the fans wanted more fan fiction.

<Panel Two>

Cayde looks down at Jym.

Cayde: Dude, gross.

Jym: You know that peeps did it. If it exists, there's porn of it. Someone probably wrote a story about us fuckin'.

<Panel Three>

Cayde shakes Jym off his arm and looks up at him, Jym looks pleased with himself that he made Cayde uncomfortable.

Cayde: Fuckin'… dude, I'll smack your ass into the ground if ya keep tryna say gross shit in public like that.

Jym: I'd like to see you try, Bonedome!

<Panel Four>

Cayde groans and gives up and looks forward.

Cayde: Ugh… just, focus on this shit, aight? We got shit to talk about.

Jym raises his hands defensively.

Jym: Hey, maybe the Doc needs to know about smut peeps write about us, you don't know.

Strip Three, Title: Jym's Important Now

Outside Action: Dr. Garvis writes the statement, "As much as I might look like a proper male strumpet, I don't want to know about pornography right now. I'd appreciate it if you could answer the question." Dr. Garvin was notably smiling while writing this statement.

<Panel One>

Jym holds his stomach and doubles over, apparently laughing. Cayde puts his head in his hands.

Jym: The Doc's gotta sense of humor! I love it!

Cayde: Don't fuckin' encourage him, I might ramble but I know when a joke's run it's course.

<Panel Two>

Jym looks even more absorbed in laughter. Cayde looks back up.

Cayde: But in all seriousness, we don't gotta fuckin' clue why it's just us. Hell, a few of us weren't even main characters in the story, least until Kahnak and Essie wrote stories for us.

<Panel Three>

Jym starts to calm down.

Jym: Hm? Whatcha say?

Cayde: I mean, Lana was a villain, Kahank and I were "supportin' actors" if ya would, and Jym literally got three strips.

Cayde gestures to Jym.

<Panel Four>

Jym looks down, dejected.

Jym: Oh, yeah… I was a joke character before this. And it's not like we can bring back the other main characters to be… like us. Dunno what made me important.

Cayde: Nah, you're plenty important… sometimes.

Jym: Fuck off.

Strip Four, Title: We See You Bein' All Dickish, Fred

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin does not finish writing his question before SCP-XXXX creates another instance of SCP-XXXX-A.

<Panel One>

Jym approaches the front of the panel, making him seem significantly larger.

Jym: Don't think I can't see your patronizin' face, Doc! Just cause I don't got a detailed model don't mean I'm less important than any of the others! Kahnak and Essie made SURE that we'd all be important!

Cayde, obscured by Jym, looks worried.

Cayde: Dude…

<Panel Two>

Jym turns around to look at Cayde.

Jym: What?!

Cayde: Look, I didn't mean to get on your nerves, I was just tryna explain the situation.

Jym: Well, you got on my fuckin' nerves, dude. I just made a joke about fan fiction, you're out here makin' me look like shit!

<Panel Three>

Jym puts his hands on his hips.

Cayde: Not on purpose, though!

Jym: The fans fuckin' LOVE me! You n' I BOTH see it when I'm in the spotlight! I fuckin' DESERVED to be important!

<Panel Four>

Cayde: Jym, I'm really sorry, that was poorly-phrased on my end.

Jym sighs.

Jym: It's… it's cool, sorry for lashing out.

Strip Five, Title: Cayde Rambles Again

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the following statement, "So, you have no id I'm sorry for appearing patronizing, it was not my intention. You mentioned Essie and Kahnak making sure you were important?"

<Panel One>

Jym retreats back from the front of the panel, allowing Cayde to become unobscured.

Jym: Yeah, Essie and Kahnak are the writers. Kahnak specifically makes sure that we're all sorta… balanced the same… in the stories, I guess, I dunno the wordin'. But yeah, they make sure we all get our bit.

<Panel Two>

Cayde extends his hand as if to explain something.

Cayde: Not that we don't like hangin' with each other, but these stories kinda help us out sometimes. Lettin' us know that people outside still care about us.

Cayde: We got tonsa ideas, too, lemme tell ya. For stories, I mean.

<Panel Three>

Cayde begins to count on his fingers. Jym sits down on Cayde's forearm, somewhat disinterested.

Cayde: Lana's second heel turn, Hope leavin' Lana for Essie, Jym and his team goin' to regionals, a prequel about my transitioning into both a zombie and to a guy, Kahnak runnin' a tabletop campaign for us… buncha cool shit.

<Panel Four>

Cayde looks down at Jym.

Cayde: But uh… yeah, they're kinda the ones that we consider the most in charge, I think. Right Jym?

Jym shrugs.

Jym: I guess? I didn't really see anyone here as 'in charge' myself, but gun to my head I'd probably agree with you.

Strip Six, Title: Exit, Stage Write

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the following question, "Is it possible to meet with them now or are they busy? Essie and Kahnak, I mean."

<Panel One>

Cayde shrugs, Jym flies off of Cayde's forearm.

Cayde: Probably, these interviews don't seem to take too long, so ya know, just don't be a dick and take up too much of their time.

<Panel Two>

Jym: We'll have to lead you to them, though. They've got a designated "writin' area", so we can do our shit and they can do theirs.

Cayde gets up from his chair.

Cayde: Don't worry, we won't waste your time and do twelve more strips of us just walkin' to their place. We'll just make the next strip once we're there.

<Panel Three>

Cayde and Jym begin moving to the right of the panel, leaving the chairs out of frame.

Jym: They're nice enough though, don't even worry. 'Specially Kahnak, they're a real good bud of mine now.

Cayde: Kahnak's fuckin' BORN to write, yo. Got ink in their veins.

<Panel Four>

Cayde looks at his arms.

Cayde: Though we're a comic, so I guess we all do?

Jym pats Cayde on the back.

Jym: Wow, way to end this strip with the worst fuckin' joke ever, Cayde. We'll be back soon, Fred, stay there.

Interview XXXX-03

Close Interview

Strip One, Title: Nervous Writing Nerds

Outside Action: After waiting for approximately three minutes, Dr. Garvin prepares yet another greeting statement for Esmerelda "Essie" Crystal (SCP-XXXX-5) and Kahnak Khagrah (SCP-XXXX-6).

<Panel One>

Cayde and Jym are in panel. Cayde is presenting with his arms at Essie, a human psychic, and Kahnak, a troll, in the background, sitting at a table and writing in the distance.

Cayde: Tah-dah, here they are.

Jym is seen calling out to Essie and Kahnak.

Jym: HEY ESSIE, KAHNAK, SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!

<Panel Two>

The panel focuses on the table and chair the Essie and Kahnak are working at. It is sized for Kahnak's larger body, making Essie seem significantly smaller in comparison. Kahnak is sitting hunched over the table in their chair, Essie is sitting on the table, looking at Essie's writing.

Cayde (Off-frame): We'll leave 'em to you now, Fred.

<Panel Three>

Essie notices Dr. Garvin looking at them, and pokes Kahnak's shoulder.

Essie: Kahn, someone's trying to say hello to us.

Kahnak is still hunched over the table.

Kahnak: Hm? What do you mean?

<Panel Four>

Essie points forwards.

Essie: Turn around, they're apparently a doctor. I think we're finally getting interviewed.

Kahnak looks more attentive, less hunched over the table.

Kahnak: Oh! Um, hello!

Strip Two, Title: Writer's Panel

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the following question, "Do either of you two have any theories about the source of your anomalous capabilities?"

<Panel One>

Kahnak fully turns around in their chair, resting their arm on the back of the chair. Essie hops off the table and stands next to Kahnak.

Kahnak: Well, we have determined what kinds of stories our readers prefer for each of our characters, if that helps.

Essie: When we became, well, this, we did a few experimental strips after the shock of suddenly becoming sentient and immortal and practically godly died down.

<Panel Two>

Kahnak holds up a few sheets of paper, with various scribblings written on them.

Kahnak: Lana's liked best when she and Essie are at odds and Lana gets some form of advantage over her, Hope is best as the mediator between Essie and Lana, Cayde and Jym are sort of the comedic relief, but Cayde has been shown to get significant attention from emotional arcs, etcetera.

<Panel Three>

Essie closes her eyes and exhales. Kahnak lowers their papers.

Essie: I used to be the main character in the comic, from what I remember. Once this stuff happened, being the star all the time stressed me out, so we tried to slowly tone down how much I was in the spotlight. We kinda found a good medium for us that helped me not get stressed while keeping the audience happy.

<Panel Four>

Essie moves a hair from her face.

Essie: As to why this happened, we don't know, but we at least know that people like us, more than any other characters that we write, anyway. Even former main characters aren't given as much attention as the six of us by our fans.

Strip Three, Title: Super Secret Government-Infiltrating Comic Characters

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "How did you discover what your audience preferred?"

<Panel One>

Essie shrugs.

Essie: I mean, we can see people from the most recent strip we make. We might not be able to hear stuff, but we see the reactions from our fans.

<Panel Two>

The frame zooms out as Kahnak stands up from their chair.

Kahnak: We might not know a lot about our situation, but we know what we do best, and that is create incredible stories.

Essie laughs nervously.

Essie: Hah… I mean, I don't know about INCREDIBLE… but you know… they're pretty good.

<Panel Three>

Essie takes a seat in Kahnak's chair, which is significantly larger compared to her. Kahnak leans on the chair.

Kahnak: We really do care about our audience. Ensuring their readership is our primary goal. Even if we have to, ah, expand outwards from our sources.

Essie looks up at Kahnak.

Essie: …What? Kahn, why are you speaking so cryptically?

<Panel Four>

Kahnak looks down towards Essie, holding their hand out as if to explain something.

Kahnak: I mean our little stint when we explored the archives of the ███████¹ government.

Essie: You didn't have to be secretive about that, dork. That's literally the whole reason we're with these people anyway.

Strip Four, Title: Writers Block

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the question, "The others also mentioned something about relying on your audience in some form. Since you seem to have some agency as to where these comics appear, would you be willing to localize all of your comics on a designated database in exchange for reliable readership?

<Panel One>

Kahnak takes their hand off of the back of the chair, and crosses their arms. Essie places her hands in her lap. Both of them looks forward.

Kahnak: You would stop deleting our comics should we simply localize them somewhere else?

Essie: What kind of readership? Like, we were read by THOUSANDS on a daily basis, you'd need to match that AT LEAST.

<Panel Two>

Kahnak looks down at Essie, annoyed.

Kahnak: Essie, be reasonable. If we get SOMETHING out of this deal, the fact that our creative process will no longer be limited due to these people deleting our strips is worth it. In addition, these people will know how to talk to us directly, as well. What better way to get feedback on our stories?

Essie looks upset.

Essie: But… what about our existing fans?

<Panel Three>

Kahnak adjusts their glasses and sighs.

Kahnak: Between new fans and no fans, I would prefer any fans at all. Would you not?

Essie puts her hand on her chest over her pendant and looks down.

Essie: Just… Maybe you weren't attached to those people specifically… but I could tell that they were invested. The moment I could see their faces, they were… excited to see us! All of us! Like, they were waiting patiently for our return and… do you really want to give that up?

<Panel Four>

Kahnak rubs Essie's back.

Kahnak: Esmerelda, our old fans had no obligation to read us. At the very least, this agreement implies that we will never have to worry about losing fans.

Essie: But is that really people liking us? Is that really people reading us because they love us? People who are forced to read us aren't going to be happy that a new strip comes out, they'll feel indifferent at best.

Strip Five, Title: Only Logical

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin writes the following statement, "If you need to take the time to discuss this with the others, I can wait for you to return.

<Panel One>

Kahnak looks forward.

Kahnak: Yes, I think that we might need to discuss this and hopefully bring Esmerelda here to her senses.

Essie does not look up.

Essie: Come to my senses? You say that like everyone else already decided. You have no idea what any of them think.

<Panel Two>

Kahnak looks back down towards Essie.

Kahnak: I mean, realistically, the researchers are the ones in charge. Collaboration is the only way this comic will survive.

Essie: It won't be the same, Kahn! You know this! We'll be… we'll be selling out!

Kahnak: Call it what you wish, but it is our only option.

<Panel Three>

Kahnak looks back forwards, and takes their hand off of Essie's back.

Kahnak: I apologize for dragging this out more than I believe it should, but it should not take much longer.

Essie says nothing and looks dejected and frustrated.

<Panel Four>

Kahnak takes Essie's hand.

Kahnak: Come on, the sooner we discuss this with the group, the sooner we can come to a reasonable conclusion. Maybe I will be proven wrong, who knows? It is for the best that we discuss this at all, though.

Essie sighs, her eyes visibly watering.

Essie: Fine.

Strip Six, Title: N/A

Outside Action: Dr. Garvin waited for approximately three hours before the following comic was presented to him.

<Panel One>

Kahnak is sitting down, wiping their eyes. They are not wearing their glasses. They are alone. They say nothing.

<Panel Two>

Kahnak sighs and takes their glasses out of their pants pocket.

Kahnak: They agreed… for the most part. Some of them… might not be featured in stories in the near future. Essie and Jym in particular. B-but, it will be alright. We can replace them with… with our powers for now. It… it will be close enough, nobody should notice. None of the readers anyway.

<Panel Three>

Kahnak inhales deeply, straightens themself out in their chair and puts their glasses back on.

Kahnak: Ah-h… Now… we look forward to… working with you.

<Panel Four>

Kahnak stands up, smoothing their shirt off.

Kahnak: If you need to talk to us, I will be mostly unavailable due to writing most of these stories on my own, but Lana or Hope have more than enough authority to speak to you as well.

Kahnak: We hope… you enjoy reading Paradix High School.

Cylinders of SCP-XXXX.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Thaumiel

Secure Containment Procedures: At any time, no more than 50 standard regulation Class E liquid gas cylinders of each type of SCP-XXXX may exist. These canisters are to be stored in a vacuum-sealed chamber at 112 Kelvin and handled only by personnel equipped with gas-proof hazardous material suits.

SCP-XXXX-0 is to remain within one meter of the sealed container it was discovered in, and its Scranton Reality Anchor regularly maintained and replaced when needed.

During tests with an instance of SCP-XXXX, test subjects are to be escorted into a designated vacuum-sealed testing area. SCP-XXXX is to be pumped into the area for one minute, then recollected. Subjects are then to be escorted out of the testing area by properly-equipped guards through an airlock while any remaining SCP-XXXX is to be recollected and contained.

SCP-XXXX may be used on animal and human populations in the case of an ΩK-Class End of Death Scenario with approval from the O5 council and Ethics Committee.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for a gaseous sterilization agent created by the Foundation for the purposes of reducing and controlling the populations of certain anomalous and non-anomalous animal species. Since its creation, which was for the purposes of containing the spread of SCP-████, it has been used on ██ other anomalies and certain non-anomalous animals.

SCP-XXXX is gaseous at room temperature, liquid at 112 K and is non-flammable. It is characterized by its light blue color and a unique aroma described by subjects as “similar to licorice”. Upon coming in contact with a living subject, SCP-XXXX dissolves, losing its gaseous properties as it is absorbed.

SCP-XXXX has three different types, designated SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX-2 and SCP-XXXX-3. All types of SCP-XXXX are nearly identical in chemical composition, but are distinguished by unique anomalous compounds that supposedly alter their effects.

SCP-XXXX-1 is the first type of SCP-XXXX, and also the type with the most documented information. After application to a living subject, SCP-XXXX-1 completely sterilizes them, preventing them from being able to reproduce. This has been used to artificially preserve certain species of animals in the wild by sterilizing their predators, and has been used to prevent certain anomalous species of animals from creating offspring, as mentioned above. SCP-XXXX-1 may be used on humans, but requires Level-4 approval before use.

SCP-XXXX-2 is the second type of SCP-XXXX. Despite being similar in composition to SCP-XXXX-1, its function is currently unknown. Although several tests have been scheduled and attempted to determine the function of SCP-XXXX-2, none of these were completed on account of the fact that all randomly-selected D-Class and animal test candidates were already sterile before the test began. An endeavour to only select test candidates who are not sterile has not been attempted.

SCP-XXXX-3 is the third type of SCP-XXXX. There is no documentation of any attempted tests with SCP-XXXX-3.

SCP-XXXX-0 is the designation for the document detailing the process to create SCP-XXXX instances. SCP-XXXX-0 was discovered in a secure Foundation chemical laboratory on at Site-██ on September 28th, 20██ during a routine sanitary examination, sealed in a glass box, accompanied by a single miniaturised Scranton Reality Anchor.

The instructions have since been copied to the Foundation database, along with the message discovered on the final page, which has been transcribed below:

Message Written on SCP-XXXX-0

According to Foundation personnel records, there is not a researcher by the name of Kaede Shokyo Jr. employed by the Foundation. When asked, Site-██ Director Kaede Shokyo said he had never had children, as he had discovered he was sterile after multiple attempts at a child with his wife.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: AIC "Shepherd" is to be implemented into the servers of all online multiplayer team-based video games, monitoring for users that match the description and mannerisms of SCP-XXXX. The Foundation is to collaborate with any game companies that create online multiplayer team-based video games in order to prevent the banning of SCP-XXXX.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous entity that exists within various online multiplayer team-based video games.² SCP-XXXX appears as a standard player of average skill in these games, whose username changes based on which game it is currently playing. One consistency between usernames chosen by SCP-XXXX is some reference to a book in the Bible, with some letters replaced with numbers. It is currently unknown if SCP-XXXX is an actual person, however it has shown to be capable of using both text and voice chat in game.

One noticeable feature about SCP-XXXX is its reluctance to express anger in any form. Regardless of any sort of comments or actions are taken against SCP-XXXX, it will typically respond with an apology, a compliment, or some other form of positive reinforcement. Any negative comments are typically more disappointment towards themselves for poor play or others for particularly offensive comments. It is unknown if SCP-XXXX is entirely incapable of expressing anger or simply chooses not to.

SCP-XXXX's primary anomalous properties occur after it has gained enough reports from other players to be banned from the game. Rather than get a notification that action has been taken against SCP-XXXX, players who reported SCP-XXXX will get a notification saying that it was "Banned for their sins". Players who receive these notifications are notably much more kind towards their fellow players, with the effects even extending out into their personal lives, affecting how they interact with people in person as well. Amnestics have proven unable to reverse SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties, and the effects are theorized to be a permanent personality shift.

Any reports against players who reported SCP-XXXX will no longer have any effect towards them gaining any punishment in the game, effectively making them immune to being banned or suspended from play in that particular game. Despite this apparent immunity, most players affected by SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects delete their account and do not create a new one.

Once SCP-XXXX is banned from a game, no further instances of SCP-XXXX ever appear in the same game.

Addendum XXXX-01: Below is an interview between Researcher David Moon and Detective_Jigsaw, a player from the team-based multiplayer online first-person shooter, "Overwatch"³. The entirety of the interview took place via post-game chat.

Access Log XXXX-01

Addendum XXXX-02: Further interviews with subjects such as that in Interview XXXX-01 affected by SCP-XXXX have all ended with the subject deleting their account with a similar parting message once their actions regarding SCP-XXXX have been brought to attention. Some examples include the following:

Access Interview Excerpts

Addendum XXXX-██: On 9/28/20██, Researcher David Moon was able to successfully locate a subject matching SCP-XXXX's description in a ranked game of the multiplayer online battle arena game, "League of Legends"⁶. Following the game, Researcher Moon was able to get an interview with SCP-XXXX via post-game chat.

Access Log XXXX-██

Item #: SCP-3211

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3211-1 is to be stored in a cryogenically frozen containment unit. Under no circumstances are personnel to have direct visual contact with SCP-3211-1 should they request testing. Any information regarding SCP-3211-1 is to be retrieved and stored in the Foundation Database with its full name censored or replaced with SCP-3211-1.

Should any personnel become affected by SCP-3211, they are to receive immediate amnestic treatment. Any civilians found to be under the effects of SCP-3211 are to be detained, interviewed, and given Class-B Amnestics before being released.

Description: SCP-3211 is a phenomenon regarding the suicide of an Asian-American woman, aged approximately 29 years old, designated SCP-3211-1. Subjects who are able to comprehend SCP-3211-1's full name or have direct visual contact with its corpse believe that it was murdered, and are compelled to locate the supposed murderer. These effects can be reversed through the use of amnestics.

In addition, subjects under the effects of SCP-3211 develop a background for SCP-3211-1, recalling aspects about its life that they believe could potentially lead to clues in its murder. These "memories" differ wildly from subject to subject, describing entirely different lifestyles for SCP-3211-1, the only constant between each recollection being it living alone in a two-bedroom apartment without any living family. Typically, subjects describe SCP-3211-1 as having an exciting or dangerous life.⁷

Information gathered on SCP-3211-1 prior to its death has confirmed that it did live in an apartment as described and any direct family was deceased. However, its background has yet to match any of those described by subjects under the effects of SCP-3211. It has been determined that SCP-3211-1's life was not particularly eventful, unlike those described by subjects.

It is currently unknown whether SCP-3211-1's suicide was due to its depression or another reason altogether.

SCP-XXXX resting.

⁸

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a minimum security facility with furnishing accommodating for SCP-XXXX's wheelchair. No verbal interviews with SCP-XXXX are allowed without Level 2 clearance and proper restraints on the interviewer. Any attempts to contact or communicate with SCP-XXXX otherwise must be made via written word or digital message. SCP-XXXX has expressed a dislike of modern technology and requests exclusive use of written word. This request has been approved.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a caucasian woman aged 71 as of ██/██/20██. SCP-XXXX is 1.524 m tall and weighs 65.77 kg. SCP-XXXX's legs have been permanently disabled due to previous events involving its anomalous abilities, and is typically seen sitting in its wheelchair. SCP-XXXX has 28 scars across its entire body, as well as significant damage to many internal organs, which severely impacts its respiratory system and digestive system.

SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects manifest during a verbal conversation between it and another person. As the conversation progresses, SCP-XXXX's conversation partner, henceforth called SCP-XXXX-A, begins to show disdain for SCP-XXXX, which eventually evolves into frustration, anger, hatred, and violence. These effects appear regardless of the conversation topic, and regardless of the number of people SCP-XXXX is talking with. These effects do not manifest when communicating via the written word.

Feelings of rage and violence towards SCP-XXXX subside approximately 2 minutes after the conversation ends. Instances SCP-XXXX-A do not show regret after displaying acts of hatred or violence towards SCP-XXXX, and appear to feel fully justified in their actions.

Addenda:

+ Interview Log A-XXXX-01

- Interview Log A-XXXX-01

Foreword: Interview with SCP-XXXX took place prior to discovering its anomalous effects.

<Begin Log, 13:07:19>

Dr. Miann: Ma'am, if you could please state your full name for the record, please?

SCP-XXXX: Oh… Yes… ██████ ███████.

Dr. Miann: Thank you ma'am. Could you please explain to me the scenario you claimed to have found yourself in? At the convenience store?

SCP-XXXX: I'd… rather not say anything, thank you.

Dr. Miann: Ma'am, I'm afraid I need to you to speak for us. Please tell the truth when you speak, please.

SCP-XXXX: Are you sure? I'm just worried that-

Dr. Miann interrupts SCP-XXXX at this point

Dr. Miann: Yes, Miss ███████, everything is fine. Now please, stop trying to stall and actually say something.

SCP-XXXX: No… No, it's happening again!

Dr. Miann: What's happening? Why are you still stalling? Are you delusional?

SCP-XXXX: I'd like to leave, please.

Dr. Miann: Ma'am, you will stay RIGHT where you are until you actually explain what is happening. If you prove to be a danger to the public, I am more than willing to terminate you here and now.

SCP-XXXX: Could we please-

Dr. Miann interrupts once again, her face reddening

Dr. Miann: You are NOT in a place to negotiate! Do you even have any idea who you're speaking to?! I swear to GOD that if you don't explain EVERYTHING this instant, I will fucking destroy you!

SCP-XXXX: I…

Dr. Miann: You fucking smartass! You absolute fucking bitch!

Dr. Miann attempts to choke out SCP-XXXX

Dr. Miann: I WARNED YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN YOU FUCKED WITH ME! YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST FUCKING SAID SOMETHING YOU ABSOLUTELY DELUSIONAL BITCH! YOU DESERVE TO ROT IN THE GROUND YOU WRINKLY CORPSE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!

<End Log, 13:13:10>

Closing Statement: Dr. Miann was restrained before SCP-XXXX's windpipe could be crushed. During SCP-XXXX's recovery, SCP-XXXX was given a pad and pencil and explained what it believed were its anomalous properties. Further analysis and testing proved its assumptions to be true.

+ Interview Log B-XXXX-03

A page in SCP-XXXX.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a completely opaque anomalous item locker. Subjects who read any poems in SCP-XXXX are to be treated as related to the poem's anomalous effects.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an alphabet book titled “Anyone Can Spell!". Each pair of pages includes a letter on one page and an accompanying image on the other. In addition, each page includes a poem which each correspond to spell, which activates an anomalous effect. Poems written in SCP-XXXX are only activate their anomalous effects when a subject can see a selected poem physically printed on SCP-XXXX and the poem is read aloud.

Notably, poems subsequent to the page featuring the letter "I" becomes progressively illegible as grammatical and spelling errors become more prevalent. Regardless of these effects, each poem if read aloud still produces an anomalous effect, though notably one different from the image advertised.

Testing Logs:

Show SCP-XXXX Testing Logs

Hide SCP-XXXX Testing Logs

All tests with SCP-XXXX were made with D-92817. The subject was instructed to read one page from the book weekly over the course of 6 months.

Page: A

Poem: "A is for Adam. / Adam was a funny kid; / Everyone just loved what he did! / He'd joke around and play all daft / While everyone around him laughed!"

Image: A small boy is making faces at a group of children. All the children are laughing.

Results: After reading the poem, people around D-92817 all began laughing uncontrollably. This effect lasted until D-92817 left line of sight of the people affected.

Page: D

Poem: "D is for Darcy. / Darcy loved to run about, / But otherwise she'd simply pout. / To those who heard her vile taunts / Say, 'Please just give her what she wants!'"

Image: A small girl is shouting at two adults, one male, one female, who look distressed.

Results: After reading the poem, D-92817 was able to compel one subject to fulfill one request. Requests that were deemed unreasonable or caused harm to the subject were not fulfilled.

Researcher Note: Abstract requests or requests with no definite end point are not fulfilled.

Page: I

Poem: "I is for Isabel. / Isabel could sew and sing; / She could do most everything— / Except just this, poor Isabel, / Never could learn how to spell."

Image: A small girl is writing on a chalk board, notably all words on the chalkboard are spelled incorrectly.

Results: After reading the poem, D-92817 showed an increase in spelling and grammatical errors when both speaking and writing their native language. These effects increased in severity over the course of the remaining tests.

Researcher Note: Despite an increasing difficulty reading, D-92817 was still capable of reading SCP-XXXX's poems accurately.

Page: J

Poem: "J is for Jason. / Jason was a hungry lad; / Each meal the best he's ever had. / He'd eat and chomp and slurp and bite, / Before slipping safe for the night.

Image: A small boy with an enlarged stomach is sleeping on a bed.

Results: Upon consumption of food items, D-9281 became unaffected by frictional forces. Effects lasted until subject was able to digest their recent meal

Researcher Note: This is the first poem with a notable spelling error.

Page: M

Poem: "M is fro Mary. / Mary's day was verdy dull. / Itas quite emly; not so fall. / So too briten up her whole dad, / Father brought her. to thhe park to play."

Image: A small girl and and an adult male are playing on a swing set.

Results: After reading the poem, D-92817's skin became completely green. In addition, an adult male, identified as D-92817's genetic father, spontaneously appeared in the testing chamber. D-92817's father was amnesticized before being released.

Researcher Note: D-92817's speech capabilities have noticeably degraded since testing with page I. Other D-Class have noticeably been harassing D-92817 both for their speech impediment and the various anomalous properties they have accrued over the testing period. As such, D-92817 has been relocated to a private quarters for the duration of the testing period.

Page: Q

Poem: "Q Quance. / Ruinky dogo as a gd ray; / Qbding, fesshyn and toy, / Laudsng cark ruining mfuakes, / Galdd alwa guuuu Quincy smiles."

Image: A small boy is smiling and playing fetch with a dog.

Results: After reading the poem, D-92817 became a species of Canis Lupus, specifically a Labrador Retriever, with the exception of a human mouth and teeth in place of a muzzle and human hands in place of front paws.

Researcher Note: D-92817 was still able to speak as usual, however hand movement was inhibited. D-92817 appeared angry during this test and, after concluding testing, opened the book to page D and attempted to recite the poem to no avail. D-92817 was restrained afterwards and punished for acting out.

Page: S

Poem: "SE. / Rdnly cddddddddd! / Shush spalll al al anl! / Evvvy wrd connnely rhtht! / Nogndssle mistake ightt!"

Image: A small girl is proudly displaying a chalkboard with incomprehensible words written on it.

Results: While no outward effect was shown after D-92817 read the poem, vivisections showed their entire skeletal system has been replaced with chalk.

Researcher Note: D-92817 has become increasingly despondent. Almost all words both spoken and written by D-92817 are incomprehensible.

Page: U

Poem: "Uh. / Uhs uh fuh uh. / Uh huuhu u. / Uuuhu huh u! / Uhhhhh h h h uu."

Image: A small boy in a purple robe is erasing words on a piece of paper. All words written on the paper are incomprehensible.

Results: After the D-92817 reads the poem, any further words they speak become tattoos on their body.

Researcher Note: D-92817 is to be restrained and placed on suicide watch after an attempt to self-terminated by bludgeoning their skull on the wall of their containment chamber.

Page: W

Poem: "Wy wy wy wy wy wy wy wy wy w w w w w w w w"

Image: A small boy in a purple robe is attempting to cut out his tongue with a knife.

Results: After D-92817 reads the poem, multiple tongues grew on seemingly random places on their body.

Researcher Note: D-92817 was observed doing what could only be assumed to be praying while not being tested on, often mentioning the letter "Z".

Page: X

Poem: "XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"

Image: A small boy in a purple robe is leaning over a workbench and crying.

Results: Subjects who read the poem begin crying. Tears shed by the subject are 80 proof vodka.

Researcher Note: D-92817 was already crying prior to testing with page X.

Page: Z

Poem: "z"

Image: None

Results: D-92817 vanishes. Further effects unknown.

It's hard to get the image of a sky that's 90 percent bugs out of your head, even if you've seen some pretty gruesome stuff in your line of work. Our hands were already tied since everything up and went crazy and people stopped dying, but when entire ecosystems got thrown out of whack, we could barely do anything with what The Foundation gave to us on loan in Oregon.

Marshes became bug paradises, although they became hell for the people who lived by them. People started losing their houses, people started losing their pets, some even started losing… vital things. When a swat doesn't kill them and they live more than a few weeks, bugs become less of an annoyance and more of a horror story. God knows what life is like in places like Louisiana and Florida right now; they had to be evacuated after the first six months.

We were doing our best to make sure these animals don't have to suffer, but… it's hard. It's hard to figure out what's actually suffering and what's just us not being able to hear it. We knew when we signed the Boring Agreement that we would have to agree to some less than savory stuff, but we never thought we had to deal with this, this… "torture apocalypse".

A lot of the workload got to some of our people. Nandini couldn't take the stress of being head of the Veterinary Department, poor woman. She just up and left when she saw a mountain lion with her stomach bursted open with maggots, still mewling weakly in pain. She'd usually euthanize the poor girl in this case, but… obviously that wasn't an option right now.

Hell, when they called us to visit them in order to do something to deal with this problem, a lot of us didn't even want to show up. I myself almost considered breaking that agreement just so we didn't have to deal with so much of this weight. In the end, I went alone; someone had to handle this, and I dedicated more than 20 years of my life to protecting those who couldn't protect themselves.

I was outfitted in a hazmat suit with a 'friendly' little Foundation logo on the breast, hurried out of a van, and into a pretty ominous-looking concrete building. When I asked, I was told that the site name was classified, but all I needed to know what that it specialized in chemical containment. If they thought a little pesticide was going to stop this, I would have walked out then and there, but I had to keep on, if there was a way to stop this, no matter how ridiculous, I had to hear it.

It took an uncomfortable amount of time in an elevator before we reached the floor that I was supposed to be on, and I was finally brought into a stuffy little room secured by a few too many airlocks than I thought were necessary. Hey, I guess they had to be safe, considering what could be stored here.

Dr. Violet Mesmur, a woman who said she was a member on the Ethics Committee, greeted me as warmly as Foundation members are known for. She seemed relatively calm and collected at least, but that made me think that she had no idea what was even going on outside. I didn't know if I should have felt angry or jealous, but that didn't matter. What I needed to be was focused, eyes on the theoretical prize.

"Mr. Wilson, would it be wrong to assume that you're at least somewhat well-known as an organization in the United States?" Dr. Mesmur asked.

I cleared my throat before I replied, "W-well, we've been trying to get ourselves out there, as I guess you know. We do videos on the animals that we're allowed to show, like when we raised a small family of Pileated Woodpeckers after their mother and father were killed," I took a breath, stopping myself from getting too invested in the tangent, "I wouldn't want to get cocky, but at least we're known pretty well in the Pacific Northwest."

Dr. Mesmur nodded, then spoke, "Mhmm, well, you're going to be a face now. We here are busy enough dealing with the human population, trying to keep everyone from taking advantage of their newfound immortality for… less than savory actions."

Her assistant, who had been patiently standing next to Dr. Mesmur, was instructed to 'Get the cylinders'. As they flitted away, I for some reason felt a little sad that in our brief interaction that I never bothered to ask their name. I'm usually much more on top of getting to know people, but I guess, you know, life kinda stressed me out.

"You're already intimately familiar with animals, I would assume. From what I've read about you and your organization, their preservation and safety seems to be a bit of a passion for you, no matter what kind of animal it is," Dr. Mesmur remarked as she turned back to face me.

"Well, heh, you're pretty on the nose there, pardner. Not exactly hard to see, I'd say, but that's not the point you're getting at, is it?" I replied.

"Astute. You'll essentially be tasked with using something we've been developing and perfecting for the last few years on the animal population to stop their growth," at this point, the assistant came in, holding a box with three vials of something light blue inside them, "And considering the fact that it is… somewhat questionable, having a recognized face take action rather than us, a 'shadowy organization', should remove a few of the road blocks."

The kind assistant set down the vials on a table in front of us, each one sporting a neat little label. Dr. Mesmur gingerly took the leftmost vial, labelled 'SCP-XXXX-1' and held it, looking at it. She didn't bother to look at me as she continued to talk.

"It's a gaseous sterilizing agent. Simply expose any living subject to it and within 60 seconds they will be instantly sterilized. Or at least, that's what's in this vial," Dr. Mesmur said, setting down the first vial carefully.

"Bit of an obvious question, but what are in the other two vials then?" I asked, gesturing towards the other vials.

"Well…" Dr. Mesmur began, finally turning towards me, "Technically, we don't know. Plenty of people have theories, but none of them are confirmed. We've tried dozens of tests, but… we'll just have to go on a gut feeling here because we'll be needing you to either confirm or deny what these substances actually do."

She sighed, which I assumed was her signifying she was done with what she was saying. I stayed quiet when she finished, assuming she'd have something more to say, but that never happened.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I finally said something, "Are you asking me to try to figure out that theory or are you waiting for me to agree to using these things?"

Dr. Mesmur sighed, "I'm sorry, I got… distracted. The working theory is these vials are, well, retroactively sterilizing their subjects. If you were to use these gases on the right animals, you could easily stop problems before they even happen, or happened in some cases. Obviously you'll need to be briefed with how to properly use this, but you will need to give verbal and written confirmation that you consent to using this, should it… go wrong."

"Go wrong?" I asked.

"You could be erased from existence. Nobody would remember you, your organization would never exist, anything that you did for humans and animals alike would never happen," Dr. Mesmur said flatly, "I need a yes or a no before we can continue."

You could always count on the Foundation to gamble everything but their own skin on something if it meant that they could maybe learn a shred of information about it. They really were just asking me if I wasn't just willing to die, but willing to risk the lives of every poor critter I had saved in my years upon years of working. What they were saying was absolutely crazy! It was inhumane! It was… it was…

It was legitimately the only shot we had. If I didn't do it, everyone would be damned to a world of locusts and mosquitos and mayflies and horseflies and wasps and… well, I don't exactly need to list them all out. But even they know that it's theoretical; they apparently hadn't even tested the damn stuff. It's just… I'd need to decide. I'd need to be the one to say whether or not I was willing to wait for a definitive solution or risk everything for one that could help us now before it gets too bad.

I gave my answer.

Surprisingly, life was relatively easy once people started becoming immortal. Something about what happened made a lot of the animals sterile, so we didn't have to deal with issues of overpopulation and whatnot. Our main problem was just making sure animals weren't suffering too much if they got into scrapes. Sure, we couldn't euthanize them, but we did our best to make sure they were at least taken care of as best as we could.

Of course, a few people started going stark raving mad once they found out they could live forever, but they thought immortality meant no repercussions. A lot of the fine folks at the Foundation said they got that covered, but if anyone ever decides to do something like break into a zoo and release all the lions or something like that, we handle it. Oddly enough, we've been dealing more with domestic stuff than anomalous stuff ever since this all happened.

It's still a bit hard when an animal comes in, hit by a car with its legs crushed but still breathing. It takes a while to get used to it, but considering how much has been done to improve the quality of life for humans, a bit of that was given to us to help these animals suffer as little as they could. Needless to say, the Veterinary Department's a bit overworked, but Nan just says she'll be fine as long as she has enough of her noir novels to read on her down time.

You know, you'd expect something everyone is calling 'The Apocalypse' or 'The Rapture' to be scary and dark and full of madness, but sometimes it's good to just be a guy who works with animals at a time like this. Being able to nurse them back to health, seeing them running and happy again… it's like these animals are making me, making us all feel a little more human.

I thank whoever's up there every day for my organization, though sometimes I gotta thank someone a bit more down to Earth. If it weren't for those doctors over by the Foundation, our organization would probably have faded into obscurity. Instead, they decided to let us do our thing, and I think a lot of us appreciate that. I certainly do.

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