Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid (previously Safe)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently uncontained and missing. See below for former containment procedures.
SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a specially fitted insulated storage locker in Site-16. A constant temperature of at least 25° C must be maintained in the surrounding room and Site. Requests of removal for testing may be filed by anyone with Level 4 Clearance or higher, and approval must be obtained from the Site-16 Overseer.
SCP-XXXX must be kept inside its locker unless actively involved in testing. A backup locker of the same specifications must be on-site in case of failure of the first.
At no time is SCP-XXXX to be touched without protective equipment. All movement of SCP-XXXX must be done with tongs at least .5 meters in length, and with extreme cold thermal protection equipment, as outlined in Document XXXX-C1.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a small, blue wristwatch in the shape of a heart. It is made out of plastic, and has an engraving on the back that reads "My love for you is warm as a summer day in winter."
SCP-XXXX is able to take in any amount of heat from its surroundings without any increase in its temperature. The water vapor directly around SCP-XXXX will condense and freeze solid within several minutes. Air and ground within a five meter radius will drop to temperatures severe enough to induce hypothermia, frostbite, and permanent tissue damage within one hour of exposure. SCP-XXXX's region of influence usually reaches a maximum radius of about twenty meters.
When SCP-XXXX is kept inside or directly outside an occupied dwelling, sometime around sunset, clouds within several kilometers will be drawn towards the location. After approximately 1 hour of gathering, they will precipitate into snow, sleet, and occasionally hail. This will continue until the following morning, usually resulting in a 15-60 cm buildup of snow with a thin layer of ice beneath it in a 5-10 km radius.
SCP-XXXX was brought to Foundation attention by reports of abnormal weather patterns in the area in June, 19██, and found in █████, Alaska, in the home of Selena Kane, a single mother whose son, Nathan, recently died of exposure in a blizzard. It was found on the lawn in the center of a large circular hole in the snow. Kane had recently moved to the mainland United States at the time of discovery, in a residence which was previously uninhabited. She agreed to an interview concerning the watch. See Addendum XXXX-2 for a complete transcript.
If SCP-XXXX is approached by a human, its usual effects will intensify, spreading faster and colder than when left on its own. During one of these events, ice forms fast enough on any available surface that it quickly cracks and bends the materials and itself, producing loud cracks and groans. While audio recordings show no such phenomena, human subjects present will insist the noises are a voice or voices, mostly indistinct, but repeating phrases such as "my fault," "I'm to blame," or "should've tried harder."
Addendum XXXX-1:
A journal believed to belong to ██████ ████ was discovered on a secondary routine search of ███████'s original residence underneath a floorboard. What follows are excerpts believed to pertain to SCP-XXXX.
Dear diary,
today dad sent me a christmas present! mom says he mailed it to me. We just moved here so Im really happy that I got a new friend. It's a watch but i think it knows i'm here and it likes me.
Dear diary,
Ive been listening to my new friend. she says her name is sarah, and she can't really talk with her mouth because she doesnt have one but if I hold on real tight she can talk to me and she makes me feel warm and happy
Dear diary,
It snowd again today! I really like it when it snows, and Sarah said she could make it snow if i wanted! Mom said i cant go sledding though because its too cold outside. I told her sarah could keep me warm but she said she didnt want to hear it
Dear diary,
Christmas is tomorrow! I made mom a card and i made dad one to in case he decides to come back. i didn't know what to get sarah so I just gave her a hug and told her she was my best friend and she said i was hers.
Dear diary,
Sarah asked me what i wanted for christmas. I said she didnt have to get me aneything, but if she could, i wanted a white christmas, like the song! i sang her the song and she said shed give me the best white christmas ever.
Dear diary,
Its Chrismas morning, but mom doesnt seem okay. she said i can go out in the snow and sled down the big hill outside but i decided to leave sarah on the lawn so i dont lose her in the snow. I'm gonna go put this away and go sledding now!
Addendum XXXX-2:
Upon a visit to her home in ██████, Selena submitted to an interview concerning SCP-XXXX. Below is a transcript.
Time: ██:██
Date: ██/██/19██
Agent █████: Please tell me what you know.
Selena: You want me to talk about the watch?
Agent: Anything you can remember.
Selena: Well, Nathan loved that watch. He wore it everywhere he went. He… called it Sarah. I guess it was his imaginary friend or something. His father left it for him when he…
Selena: Um. Excuse me. Basically, his dad never got a chance to give it to him, so I gave it to Nathan.
Agent: His father?
Selena: My husband, Ron. We didn't have much, so the watch was a big deal. It always seemed to make Nathan happier. He'd walk into the room wearing it, and everything would just get… warmer.
Agent: As in, a literal temperature increase?
Selena: What? No, I… I mean, maybe, but everything would just feel cozy, and happy, and seeing Nathan like that… well, it made me happy too.
Agent: Did you notice any strange weather patterns when your son had the watch?
Selena: Um… no? I don't know. Why does that matter?
Agent: Just fact-checking. Did Nathan ever tell you what the watch said?
Selena: The- what? I don't think so. I- I don't know. I never paid enough attention. If only I'd been paying more attention, he wouldn't have… oh God. Oh, God.
Selena begins audibly sobbing.
Agent: I'm very sorry for your loss.
Several seconds of soft crying, which gradually stops.
Selena: (shakily) Tell me, miss…?
Agent: Cox. (A fake name chosen by the Agent.)
Selena: Tell me, Miss Cox. Have you ever had a child?
Agent: …No.
Selena: Have you ever lost anyone close to you?
Agent: I never really lost anyone, no.
Selena: Then you have- you have no right to tell me you're sorry. You can't understand what this feels like. There's a hole in me that will never be fixed. I should be sorry. I should have been more careful. I should've… I should've…
Selena begins crying again.
There are several more seconds of silence.
Agent: (Clearly uncomfortable) I did lose someone, a long time ago. I sort of lost everyone. So… maybe I can start to understand how you feel.
Several seconds of silence, apart from crying and a faint background noise of sleet falling.
Agent: I really am sorry.
Selena: Me too. I don't think I can help you.
Agent: You have helped. You helped a lot. Look… my superiors don't want me talking about this, but… had to sort of sever all my relationships when I took this job.
Selena: What?
Agent: And I know it hurts. It won't ever really stop hurting. But as time goes on, it will hurt less. Because you'll still have your memories of the good times. We can lose the ones closest to us, but they won't be gone until we forget them.
Selena: …One more thing. I know it sounds crazy. (She takes a deep breath) But I could swear, for a while after it happened, I could hear voices.
Agent: Voices? What voices?
Selena: It… they sounded like Nathan. And Ron. And… maybe someone else? They said they loved me. They said not to worry.
Selena: (whispering) Am I going crazy?
Agent: I'm gonna get hell for this.
Agent █████ suddenly turns off the recording.
Interview Concluded
Incident XXXX-1: During testing, SCP-XXXX was taken out of its locker. During a test, its usual effects reversed without warning, expelling extreme amounts of heat. Testers were forced to abandon the site in search of proper thermal protection equipment. The site was unmonitored for approximately 3 minutes. In that time, SCP-XXXX disappeared. It has yet to be found.
A search of Selena Kane's home revealed that she had an object identical to SCP-XXXX, but it did not display any anomalous properties. She was wearing it at the time. She claimed she bought a replica as a keepsake. Further investigation has revealed no results. Agent █████ has been relocated due to suspected involvement in the containment breach. She has been given amnestics and has since moved back in with her civilian family.
Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Site-██ has been built up around the spot of SCP-XXXX. Access to the area is to be denied to the public, under the pretense of an unstable coal mine. See Document C-XXXX-1 for more details.
A reinforced Cognitohazard Containment Room has been built around SCP-XXXX, and entry requires Clearance Level 4 or written permission from a Clearance Level 4.
As of ██/██/████, all testing is indefinitely suspended.
Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a patch in space where it is impossible for anything to exist. This is not limited exclusively to matter, but also energy, any kind of fields, a vacuum, and information. It is approximately .3 meters in diameter, and most likely spherical, but precise measurement of its size and shape are impossible. The properties of SCP-XXXX can only be measured by its effects on its surroundings, which, to date, appear to be nothing.
Direct observation is impossible by the human eye, as looking at SCP-XXXX results in massive migranes, unconsciousness, and occasionally death, usually due to incredibly high amounts of stress on the brain. Attempting to look at SCP-XXXX is a challenge in of itself, as well. The human eye tends to "slide" away from or over it, often seeing it as a sort of "blind spot" in their vision. Using precise measuring equipment shows no results for temperature, luminosity, chemical composition, or any other kind of radiation. The air and ground around SCP-XXXX appear to be completely unaffected by SCP-XXXX's existence.
It is effectively impossible to directly interact with SCP-XXXX. To date, no recorded experiments have been taken in which an object touches SCP-XXXX, which is theorized to be an effect of touching it. To clarify, any object that comes into contact with SCP-XXXX cannot exist in any dimensions, which effectively erases the object in all points in time, as well as any memory or recordings of it. This hypothesis is completely untestable, as doing so would erase the results. As such, testing has been discontinued indefinitely by Site Overseer Gordon.
SCP-XXXX was first located by the Foundation when investigating reports of an abandoned mine that was still in perfect functioning order. A Mobile Task Force was deployed and found massive amounts of brand-new mining equipment. They ordered an initial emergency unknown predator containment, until Doctor S█████ Lang arrived on-site and determined the location and effects of SCP-XXXX.
Addendum XXXX-1: Proposal XXXX-AR:
On ██/██/201█, Doctor Lang released the following proposal regarding SCP-XXXX. It was rejected by the 05 Council, determined to have too many unknown variables to try.
To the 05 Council,
Doctor Lang here. I'm the head researcher and Site Director for SCP-XXXX, something I'm sure you've been hearing a lot about over the past month. Basically, it's a patch of nothing. And I'm not talking about empty space, or a black hole, or anything you would traditionally consider "nothing." It's an area in spacetime where things cannot exist. That includes vacuums, energy, any kind of properties… and SCPs. We've collected a lot of dangerous things over the years, things that our organization, and the world, would be much better off without. Ladies and gentlemen of the Council, we have in our hands a perfect garbage disposal: a spot where we can throw anything we want, and it'll be gone forever. Not only that, but any effects they've had on the world are reversed: since XXXX reverses time, any victims or incidents of dangerous skips in the past would be undone. Lives could be saved. This isn't an SCP. This is a gift. I beg you to consider this proposal, 05 Council.
Addendum XXXX-2: On ██/██/201█, at ██:██:██, permanent CCTV cameras aimed around SCP-XXXX recorded a series of faint flashes in the air around SCP-XXXX. The flashes formed a short pattern for a total of 5 hours, in a dot dash pattern similar to Morse Code. When translated, the message says SEND MORE.
XK: An Informational Brochure On The Most Dangerous Organization In The World
Prologue
Hello! And welcome! If you're reading this, it means that you have been chosen to participate in the most secretive, dangerous government project in history. If you do NOT have any idea what this packet is talking about, please put it down on the sidewalk now and wait for a black car to show up and take you it away.
If you ARE aware of the existence of the SCP Foundation, then congratulations! Your special set of skills/knowledge/abilities/eldritch entities who keep you as a pet have attracted the attention of the Foundation, and you have been hired as our newest employee!
But before we jump into the crazy stuff, it's important to go over our company motto. Before you make any important decisions regarding the destruction of the world, remember to go over our favourite acronym: SCP!
S: Safety. At the SCP Foundation, we value employee health over anything else, and it shows! Several of our major sites have the lowest death rate of companies within five miles! So, always ask yourself if what you're about to do is SAFE for yourself, others, and the structure of reality.
C: Conspicuous. As the most secretive psuedo-government project in the world, (at least the ones we know about,) it's important to keep knowledge of certain things from the public. Like memetic kill agents! In fact, you yourself probably shouldn't know about it. You know what, disregard C.
P: Price. If there's anything we've learned from MC&D, it's that everything comes with a price. So while we DEFINITELY value your life, and the rumors about Site-17's mystery meat are DEFINITELY not true, we also value company property, and damages over $100,000 might accidentally lead to a lack of maintenance, which could lead to a faulty door, which could theoretically lead to you falling in 682's acid pit. For example.
So first and foremost, remember SCP and you'll be just fine!
So What is an SCP?
If you're going to be working with SCPs FOR THE REST OF YOUR NATURAL LIFE until you retire, the first thing you need to know is what they are. Our top scientist defines an SCP as "Anything God made to piss me off." As a general rule, SCPs are to be treated with the utmost caution, as they are what we call anomalies.
An anomaly is anything that doesn't conform to the rules of the universe. They can be big, small, spherical, cubical, made of rock, made of dreams, have a face, leave you for some jerk, and very, very rarely, they can actually be helpful.
Let's look at an example of an SCP. This is SCP-294. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary coffee machine, but our top technowizards tell us 294 is actually from ANOTHER DIMENSIOOOON!!! Scary stuff. 294 is able to summon any existing liquid you can think of to ask for. You could ask for coffee, tea, water, duck milk, melted moon dust, or even orange juice, just to name a few! And no matter what it is, SCP-294 will get it for you. (As a side note, we would like to request that researchers stop requesting a cup of dark matter. It's never going to work, guys.)
But helpful magic coffee machines aren't the limit. Some SCPs are dangerous. That's why we have SCP reports. SCP reports will tell you anything you could want or need to know about an SCP, except the REALLY juicy stuff, which is always [REDACTED] or [DATA EXPUNGED]. And that's all you need to know about that, so don't go asking anymore questions, okay?
Pretty alluring, though.
SCP Reports
SCP reports are the easiest way to learn everything you need to know about SCPs. They are the standard for any document concerning the weirdness of the world. Let's say you go out into the field and capture an SCP. The very first thing you should do is write an SCP report. Don't worry- Our very own SCP-Capture-Nets® are able to hold any anomaly long enough for you to write a long, dry report on them. They may look like just butterfly nets, but they were extremely effective in detaining 999, so they're probably good.
A report must always start off with the SCP's number, its class of severity, and its containment procedures. Item classes are extremely important, because they let people know how dangerous the SCP is. The three item classes are as follows:
It's pretty simple stuff. Basically, a Safe object is safe to touch, play with, juggle, whatever, a Euclid object is mildly dangerous, and Keter is-
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What?
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Oh. Okay. Yes, right away, sir. No, I'm using the voice recording software.
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Well, you said to find something to spend the tax rebate on.
Yeah, it's still going.
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No, I'm sure we can edit this later.
…Yes sir.
Okay, so as I was saying, the three four object classes are as follows:
- Safe
- Euclid
- Keter
- Thaumiel
A Safe object is safe if you put it in a box, and a Euclid object… um.
Hang on.
Okay, an object is Safe if you have a box, a Euclid object means it's shaped like a box, and a Keter object will blow up the box. And, uh… Thaumiel? I don't…
Hm.
Okay, I'm gonna be honest, we have no idea what the item classifications mean, but every time one of our archivists tries to change them, a tiny green man appears and shoves a toothpick up their nostril, so we just kind of live with it. When out in the field, make your best guess! Is it big and scary looking? Probably a Keter. Does it offer you advice and/or hugs? Probably a Safe. And if that all fails, just roll a four-sided die. No one will notice the difference anyway.
Containment procedures are the next most important item, because they tell people how to make the skip not kill you! (Remember: Safety first!) A Containment Procedure should always be extra-cautious, as we don't want valuable dangerous SCPs escaping!
It… uh…
It really actually happens a lot…
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It's a serious problem.
If you want to draw up some procedures, remember that money is no object. We can make more on 038! Need steel box upon larger steel box? 038! Need a 500-meter tank of literal lava? 038! Need fourteen metric tons of telekill? 038! Remember, we're basically gods, and this probably won't have any adverse effects in the long run! So waste away!
Now you need a description. Descriptions are easy! Just look at the object. Did you see it? Write it down. Did you get a splitting migrane? Take a tylenol and write it down? Did you die? You're technically allowed time off in that instance, but really, you should write it down. Next, try touching it. Write down whatever happens next. Bonus points if you manage to write while it's happening! We here at the Foundation love hyper dry, technical reports that get cut off tragically, implying the monster ate the writer! It really spooks the kids.
Some of you might be thinking: "But isn't that dangerous?" Well, of course! So remember the "S" in SCP. If you're going to touch an SCP, always remember: Throw a D-class at it first. They're basically Pez.
So What About Those Other Things I've Been Hearing About?
Well that's a vague question. I dunno. Check our FAQ.
Anyway, I've about run out of battery on this thing, and I think someone's realized I don't belong here, so I'm gonna upload this to the Foundation mainframe and scram. Remember: Reality is what you make of it. Especially when you can literally bend reality. So just learn how to do that, and you should be fine. Gotta go!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Jeff had heard of Chinese water torture. He'd also heard that it was bullshit. Sitting in this room, listening to the clock click away into eternity, he began to question if it didn't have some merit. The door opened, finally, and a man walked into the room. He had the look about him like he'd been born behind a desk. Gray hair, gray suit, gray expression. This was someone who wasn't just dead inside, he'd never been alive at all.
"Doctor Simmons," he said with all the personality of an automated telemarketing call. "I'm glad you could make it." "I'm sure," Jeff growled. "Why am I here?" The man sighed, and for a second Jeff could almost believe he was feeling some kind of emotion. "You're familiar, I take it, with every SCP on your Site?" "I should be," Jeff responded. "That's my job." The gray man set down a briefcase with a slight thud on the table. It clicked open, and revealed a few loose Polaroids.
"These are copies of the only safe, high quality pictures we've ever taken of SCP-096." Jeff gasped slightly and stumbled backward from the case. "It's fine, Doctor. You can look at them." Jeff peered cautiously at one of them. It showed a grotesque, naked figure running on a mountain ridge towards some poor soul, arms outstretched. Its face was away from the camera. He flipped through a stack of pictures, all of similar quality and content.
"Alright, well, you nearly made me shit myself, but beyond that, what do you want?" "It has come to our attention recently that 096 needs to be terminated." "No shit." The man pulled out another briefcase, which Jeff could have sworn he wasn't carrying when he entered the room. "Inside this are SCP reports, incident reports, blueprints, testimonials, past attempts at what we're trying now, you name it. We want you to figure out how to kill it."
Jeff stared. If the man wasn't a soulless automaton, he might have almost believed he had been joking. "We have a large budget for this project," the man said, "but it is not unlimited. And we have no idea how we would go about this. That is why we need you for this job. You've done this in the past, yes?"
Jeff's mouth was dry. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm a decent researcher. That doesn't mean I know how to kill something you can't kill. How the hell-" "You're the best!" The man shouted suddenly. "And you are an employee, and when we say jump, you jump! Don't tell me you can't do it, I don't want to hear it! What I want is a full recommendation on how to terminate 096 without bankrupting us by next week! Are we clear?" "I-" "Good." He suddenly returned to his blank, gray demeanor and walked out of the room. Tick. Tock.
Three days later. A coffee stain covered Jeff's most recent scribbles. Paper was strewn all about his desk, with various ideas he'd tried to force out of his head over the past 72 hours, most of which were scratched out. A single desk lamp illuminated the otherwise dark office. A single word on one page was circled and outlined. The closest thing he'd had to a feasible plan was there in one word. He hated that word now.
Knock, knock. A woman in a researcher's assistant lab coat walked into his office. "Sir, it's almost 4 in the morning. You need sleep." "Karen, good. I need you to deliver this to Wing 4." He handed her a scrap of paper with words written haphazardly in no discernible order. "Sir?" "It's… a list. Tell Amanda I need her to test all of these on 096." Karen quickly scanned the list. Most of it was illegible, although she could make out acid, electromagnets, and lava. "Sir, this is-" Karen put the list on the desk. Jeff was asleep.
Negative. Negative. Negative. Jeff rubbed his eyes. He had a day to come up with a viable plan, and all he had to show for it was a fat red circle with a line through it. So far, it seemed unkillable. Somehow, he'd gotten approval for cross-testing with other SCPs, which he guessed was the 05 command themselves pulling some strings. The Foundation really wants this thing dead, he thought. He glanced over at the corner of his desk, where that one word was still staring at him accusingly. But something like that would be way over budget. He sighed, and looked down at the long list of failed test logs. It was his only option left. He'd have to tell people his plan. The word "rocket" gleamed from the page, even after he shut the lights off and closed the door.
Jeff stepped forward. His heart threatened to explode out of his chest in fear, but his brain told it to shut up and his legs to propel him onto the platform. People, mostly men, but some women, sat in front of him in an auditorium style room, with him at the center. There were about twenty of them, and they all wore the same gray suit and the same gray expression.
"Hello," he squeaked into the mic. "Erm…" Jeff cleared his throat. "Hello," he said in his normal voice. "I'm Jeff Simmons, a researcher here at this site. Earlier this week, I was tasked with coming up with a realistic plan for terminating SCP-096." The crowd gave less reaction then his mirror did when he was practicing this speech in front of it.
"Okay, well, as you can see here," he shuffled through the slides, showing countless documents of failed test experiments. "While not enraged, 096 has been immune to everything we've thrown at it so far. It doesn't get hungry, or thirsty, and depriving it of light, interaction, and virtually all materials have no effect. It doesn't respond to gunfire, extreme temperatures either way, acids, bases, small ordinance, or anything we've thrown at it in the field, including large explosives, a minigun, and even heavily modified sniper rounds."
"That being said, it isn't invincible. It is visibly affected by these things, and can on occasion be slowed down."
He took a deep breath. Make or break time.
"So I figure, if we can't kill it, then all we ever have to do is slow it down. Moreover, to stop it for good." The crowd rumbled uneasily. Jeff's superior stood up. "Simmons, we have valid containment procedures in place. If all you're offering me is a way to contain it further…"
"It's more than that!" Jeff blurted quickly.
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