Do not edit other writers' sandboxes without permission.
Here's where I'll be storing all the jokes I see made on site 19:
(as suggested by Site#19 user <dumdum>
in association with nanoro, conwell, dr_leonard, soundchaser
and a ton of there people who were not here when I wrote this intro)
1. <SoundChaser>: To-ffee or not to-ffee, that is the question
2. <Conwell>: Nobody expects Conwell. Not even Conwell
3. <MorgiePie>: If alexandra pinged an article for 'meat tubes' I'd be mildly worried.
4. <Projectzerozero>: you guys are now voice acting wood
DocGrindsler is oak
5. <MorgiePie>: "SCP-173 attacks by overloading the victim with its fabulous statue powers"
6. <Nanoro>: Someone is searcing for SCP-1004
<Nanoro>: "I am just a collector of bizarre items i want it for my box"
7.<DocGrindsler>: some people genuinely believe we're an actual foundation, using a fiction forum to simply cover up our operations.
<clone>: to be fair that is what we imply
8.<DocGrindsler>: I'm a 17 year old in the modern day, and my interests include writing, reading, painting, and plate armor forgery. not the usual 2014 teenager interests
9. DocGrindsler finds spiders cute, so his judgment may be off by a bit
10. <Tuomey>: clone: grindsler? I barely know her
11. <Nemi>: vivax's beard came to him from the dark future of 2016, attaching to him so as to prevent the dire future from which it came
12. <DocGrindsler>: My beard will save the future!
Projectzerozero was not saved
<DocGrindsler>: NOOOOO!!!
13. <Djoric>: wow such draft
<alenny>: very revise
14. DocGrindsler imagines an SCP that is a blob of living, predatory silicon
15. DocGrindsler has forgotten how to english
16. DocGrindsler inserts a generic "It's dangerous to go alone, take this!" joke
17. Projectzerozero loses metaphysical abilities, grows depressed, huddles up into a corner, and cries
<Conwell>: Huh. Usually people only do that after reading something written by Zyn.
18. DocGrindsler is consumed by his own chili bowl and never seen or heard from again
19. DocGrindsler totally didn't accidentally hit backspace and need to re-enter the chat
20. <ProcyonGone>: "Change the names no one will notice" is the plagiarism equivalent of a fake moustache.
21. <Dr_Sanford>: … They copyrighted the word "Real"
22. Dr_Sanford opened TVtropes to come up with personality traits for his persona
Dr_Sanford nearly immediately regretted this desicion.
23. <MouseMats>: 'Fill out these forms - if you dare!'
24. SoundChaser raises kaktus' arm in the air as crowd roar
25. <Gargus>: The only logical action is international piracy
26. <Gargus>: Invest in parrots
27. <Fourier>: You know what they say
<Fourier>: Shift happens
28. <ghostchibi>: oh fuck a window neopets is still down
<Tombstone>: > fuck a window
<Dr_Leonard>: It's quiet
<projectzerozero>: WHAT NEOPETS IS DOWN
29. <Conwell>: I have people mistake it for Cowell, Cowbell, Cornwell, Cornwall and That Weird Kid.
30. <CaptZolgabeard>: CaptDrStien: Yarr. Draft sighted off the starboard bow! Preparin' ta board!
31. <admiralzerozero>: sadmiral
32. <MacLeod>: My name is MacLeod. I'm here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I'm all out of ass.
NOTES add character and improve dialouge
QUARANTINE
They crossed over the threshold of the door, and entered the ruins of the living room. Immediately, Anne and her team came across the blood. It was spattered on parts of the walls and the floor, seeming to have come from a pair of bodies that lay on the ground. One laid in a small pool of it, and the other held the gun that put him there. It hadn't even been a few hours since their deaths, and yet they had already dried out and rotted.
Here they were, the bodies. They were why Anne's team was called in. Somebody found them, and called the police. The police called the FBI. The FBI called them, the CDC. Somebody, somewhere saw the bodies, and decided that it was biological. But the bodies had rotted in a matter of hours, and that meant it wasn't a normal disease. It had to have been created for this. That meant Anne's team was perfect for the job. They had dealt with man-made diseases before. They could deal with it again.
Anne and her team found the next corpse upstairs. This time, it was in the master bedroom, knelt down in prayer. Nothing was out of the ordinary. She motioned for the team to stop at the entrance to the room. Anne knew the drill; identify the source, find how it spreads, and neutralize it as best they can. She had seen a lot in her years of service at the CDC, but what she found here was a new level of destruction. These people were alive and well just a couple hours ago.
After contemplating their next step, she decided to find the source first, to prevent contamination after the team cleared the building. Anne told her team to look for something out of place, something the disease could have been carried on.
After a while searching, nothing had come up. Nothing in the master bedroom was out of place except for the body. Alex started to wonder if there was a source here. Anne had never been wrong with her intuition in all the time he was on her team. The others, Tate and Jodie, trusted her with their lives, but Alex was the had just transferred onto the team and he knew better than to trust them. He outranked Tate and Jodie. He knew what he was doing. Nothing could go wrong. And then it dawned on Alex exactly what to do.
Alex called, "Tate, check over the body, something might turn up"
"Sure, but you could just do it yourself, you know." Tate grumbled in return.
"Hey, don't snap at me like that! I am your superior and you will do what I tell you."
"You're not the lead here, Alex, Anne is. Getting a transfer into our team doesn't mean you're ahead of us. You're still the rookie here."
"Just do it, Tate."
Anne had, by now, moved into the bathroom, leaving the others to search the bedroom. She heard them and knew something was wrong. Rushing as fast as she could, she bolted back into the master bedroom to try and stop Tate from moving the body. But she was too late.
Tate let out a deafening scream, visibly in pain. Anne, Alex, and Jodie all looked down to see blood, dripping out of a small wound on his hand, with a full puncture in his hazmat suit. Still in the hands of the corpse, there was a small statue, no more than a few centimeters tall, with a bloody spike extending out of the top.
He sat there, at their feet, writhing in pain that was evident on his face. His screams didn't stop. The others rushed him downstairs and to the door, rushing to get Tate to relative safety. But that was all put on hold when they reached the door, only to find it locked.
Locked? They locked the door with a team still inside? That can't be right. They had only been sent in a little more than an hour ago.
Anne looked out the window to get a better grasp of the situation. There were new people outside, people that weren't there when the quarantine was set up. They looked to be an agency of some kind, but Anne couldn't find any sort of logo. She'd never seen this group before. Their leader was talking to the other CDC agents outside, and Anne realized what had happened. The CDC lost jurisdiction. Now, the four of them were locked inside by an agency they didn't even know.
Alex spoke first, saying nervously, "Wha- What are they doing!? They can't just leave us in here, we're the response team!"
Jodie came to her senses next, still stunned by this most recent development, "Who are they, anyway? We're in a quarantine! That means nobody allowed on site except CDC! They can't do this to us!"
Tate continued screaming, but Anne kept her head. She tried to calm the others, saying, "Then we'll just have to wait them out.They'll come in eventually, when they're ready. We just need to survive until then."
Alex responded with a firm tone, "Ok, I think I saw a guest bedroom in the back, behind the living room, we should move Tate in there. It should still be clean, at least."
Anne took control by saying, "Then let's move him in, and patch him up. Got that Jodie?"
"Yeah, yeah I-I got it. I'm worried about Tate, we need to hurry," Jodie sputtered.
"Let's Move," Anne replied.
They moved him to where there was no body, in the guest room of the first floor. They laid him out on the bed, washed off and wrapped up the wound on his hand, and resealed his hazmat suit. By now, Tate's screams had become background noise, ever present, but ignored by the others. Nobody wanted to say it, but they all knew what had happened to him. He found the source. He was infected.
Now, Alex, Anne, and Jodie moved back upstairs. Faced with few other options, they had decided to continue the mission they were sent in for. They were going to contain the source of the infection. They headed back up the stairs, to the master bedroom. There was the corpse, just as it had been before. They moved over to it, and checked for the statue.
It wasn't there. It was nowhere. They looked for what seemed like an eternity, but with no success.
Alex was lost in thought, but Jodie seemed distraught to Anne, and was only more nervous when asked about it.
Jodie started to panic. It was something Anne hadn't seen in her before. Jodie had been in the CDC for years, never once showing a single sign of pressure. The complete silence made one thing distressingly clear to Anne. If Jodie had started to crack, then it wouldn't be long for the other two. Even Tate had kept his cool, before he got infected.
Tate. Tate was downstairs, yelling about his pain wasn't he? So, how was it silent?
Alex warned the others of this realization, and they ran back down the stairs, as fast as they could manage. It only added to Jodie's panic. Jodie rushed in without thinking, getting to Tate as soon as she could, before Anne could stop her. Tate was laying there, rotting, with nothing left but tattered flesh and broken bones.
Anne and Alex arrived in the room a few seconds later, only to see what they had feared. One small, gilded statue on Tate's body, already cutting into Jodie's hand, through her hazmat suit. In her rush to get to Tate, she hadn't noticed the idol in his hands. Unlike Tate only an hour ago, she was not panicking, not anymore. She was crying.
Anne and Alex agreed to leave her with Tate's body. They had few other choices. They knew by now that the statue was the source of the infection, but they also realized that trying to pick it up would only get them infected, too.
Unsure of what to do next, Alex brought Anne into the living room, and Anne began searching the other two bodies for anything useful. She racked her brain, trying to make sense of all this destruction. Then, she noticed something was wrong with the bodies, she couldn't tell what it was, but something was off. Then she figured out what she was missing, that one of the people brought the disease in, one of them spread it to the others.
She thought she had it all figured out. She knew. In this new excitement, she called for Alex, to tell him of this latest development.
He wasn't there.
Alex was nowhere to be seen. Anne looked around, trying to figure out where he went. He wasn't in the living room, with the corpses, or in the master bedroom. It had only been a few minutes, Anne thought to herself, where could he have gone? She pressed on and checked Tate's room.
It hadn't even been half an hour, and Jodie had already shriveled up. Anne knew not to touch the body, at risk of find a small, golden statue at her fingertips, but she got as close as she could without risking contact.
There was nothing Anne could do for her, not now. She realized, there was nothing she could have done when Jodie's infection began either. She had never felt so helpless. Anne had always been in control, always calm and collected. She was no longer in control. Alex had disappeared, Tate had died, and Jodie sat there, dying. This disease had already taken her team, and she still wasn't any closer to understanding it, much less neutralizing it. What could she do if it only appeared when it could infect them?
But something was still off in Anne's mind. She just didn't understand how they all had died from infection. If one had brought the infection purposely, they should have been stuck like Tate or Jodie were. They were both trapped by their last emotions; Jodie's sadness, and Tate's fear. Anne's thoughts rushed back and forth with a new idea in mind.
She was interrupted by a noise at the doorway to the room.
It all began to make sense. The first one infected had sought to spread the disease.
The noise got closer.
They didn't create the statue, they found it. And one by one, they all died to it.
Anne slowly began to turn.
Anne thought back, going over everything that had happened to them so far. Back to when they first found the statue. Tate had found it first, right?
And then she saw him.
No, Tate wasn't the first. Someone told him to check the hand of the body. Someone who had already checked there. Someone who was already infected. The first of them infected.
It was Alex, standing menacingly in front of the doorway. He told Tate to check the body's hands. He told Jodie that Tate's screams had stopped. He was now the one who wanted to spread this disease, this plague, as far as it could go. And now he stood in front of the doorway, holding a small statue with a large, sharp spike on it.
Alex took three steps forward, and swung the statue at Anne as hard as he could, using it like a dagger. Anne just barely dove out of the way, and dashed around him to the door. Alex got back on his feet, and gave chase.
Anne didn't know where to go. There was nowhere to hide in such a small house, and she couldn't keep running forever. Then, she realized what she had to do.
She turned the corner of the hall and bolted into the living room. She scrambled over the bodies, hoping that it was still there.
But then, Alex entered the room. He was still stone-faced as he approached Anne, and lifted the statue into the air. He was so intent on this, that he didn't notice anything she was doing, or that she had lifted her hands toward him.
The gunshot rang out, with weight and force that could be felt throughout the building.
Alex fell to the floor, limp. Anne saw his body dry out and rot, just as his predecessor had. She dropped the gun back onto the floor, and laid down in relief. She felt as if she could lay there forever.
In fact, she was so relieved that she forgot about all the troubles she had gone through that day. She forgot about Tate, about Jodie, and even about Alex. She was so relieved that she didn't even notice the agents from outside storm in, guns at the ready. Nor did she notice the small statue that Alex had dropped into her lap. She never wanted to move again. And she didn't.
possible dialouge
"And if I don't?"
"Then we'll see how long your job lasts when I go over your head."
"Ok, fine. If you want to break protocol and still think that they'll take your side-"
"Tate. Just do it."
"If it will make you stop whining, then fine."
POSSIBLE END B
The bang went off not a moment too soon. He wasn't more than an arms length away.
Alex fell to the floor, limp. Anne saw his body dry out and rot, just as his predecessor had. She found what she was looking for among the bodies, and it saved her life. She dropped the gun back onto the floor, and laid back knowing she was safe for the moment. But the day wasn't over yet.
Upon hearing a gunshot, the unknown agents outside the building stormed in, guns waving. Anne was still stunned by what had happened, but she complied with them as best she could.
The agents put her on a gurney and rolled her out the door. She was moved over to a quarantine tent a few meters off the property. Anne was glad she'd never have to see that place again. In the tent, she was met with a man in a lab coat. Just from a glance she knew he wasn't CDC. In fact, there were no CDC left on site.
They talked for a while, and Anne told her story of what happened in the building. He seemed impressed by it, and took a few moments to think something over, when she was finished.
POSSIBLE END B1
Eventually, he said calmly, "I know this isn't easy, I've been there. If it's any consolation, you'll forget all about this soon enough. Where you go from there is your choice."
POSSIBLE END B2
Eventually, he said calmly, "I know this is hard, but I have a few suggestions. This is a great opportunity for you. And if it's any consolation, you'll have forgotten all about this incident by tomorrow."
POSSIBLE END B3
Eventually he said calmly, "I know this is hard for you, but I have a suggestion. You have shown exemplary performance in the field, and I think there's somewhere that your talents can be put to better use. Somewhere a little higher up than the CDC."
Foundation's view of the world vs what actually is
Canary in a coal mine
Penguin Rapture
Firekeeper - thank nanoro for idea
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a secure locker at Site-237. No physical contact is to be made with SCP-XXXX or instances of SCP-XXXX-A or SCP-XXXX-B, except for testing purposes. All proposed experiments must be approved by at least two level 4 personnel. All instances of SCP-XXXX-B and SCP-XXXX-A are to be incinerated upon expiration. No direct contact with remains are to be made at any time.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a small statue, approximately 20 centimeters in height. The statue depicts the Aztec god Mictlantecuhtli1, with a spike affixed to the top. It is possible to remove this spike, however, handling it will often result in the activation of SCP-XXXX's effects. The content of the sculpture has led to the discovery associated site, Site-338, located 34 km south of ██████, Mexico. (See Addendum XXXX-1 for details)
When a human subject makes physical contact with any portion of SCP-XXXX, regardless of clothes or protection, the pike or statue will cut into the skin of the subject. One of two effects will then occur. The first possible effect is that the subject, now referred to as SCP-XXXX-A, will appear to be unaltered and unharmed. However, instances of SCP-XXXX-A act restless, and will have a continuously degrading mental capacity. Eventually, the instance will seek to cut, lacerate, or stab any humans in the immediate area using SCP-XXXX, in an attempt to proliferate the spread of the object's second effect. When an instance of SCP-XXXX-A dies or is killed, it will decay extremely rapidly, with the total time of decay often being less than one minute. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A will not decay further once they have reached this state.
When a human subject comes into contact with SCP-XXXX while an instance of SCP-XXXX-A is active, they will become an instance of SCP-XXXX-B. Subjects who enter this state become unresponsive to stimuli, and soon become catatonic. Testing has shown the mental state of instances to vary, with the last emotion of a subject before contact with SCP-XXXX being displayed during this time. Instances expire within a few minutes. After death, the instance will begin to decay quickly, and will have decayed completely by twenty minutes after death. Instances of SCP-XXXX-B will not decay further once they have reached this state. If any human attempts to physically contact the body of a SCP-XXXX-B instance, SCP-XXXX appears at the site of contact, cutting into the skin of the new subject. This effect is also present on bodies of SCP-XXXX-A instances. The process SCP-XXXX uses to achieve this change in location is currently unknown.
Addendum XXXX-1: The content of the statue includes a topographical depiction of the original location of use for SCP-XXXX. After several attempts to match the depiction with a known location, a new set of ruins associated with SCP-XXXX was discovered. Site-338 was subsequently set up on site to research the connection to SCP-XXXX and to prevent the contents of the site from becoming public knowledge.
Numerous bodies were discovered on site, presumed to be instances of SPC-XXXX-B. A total of ████ bodies have been found and destroyed to date.
Addendum-XXXX-2: The following are translations and descriptions of several murals and carvings found at Site-338:
Source 338-1: Mural on the walls of the main temple within Site-338. Chronologically the first of twenty murals in the temple.
Description: A large portion of the Aztec pantheon is shown. Of them, prominent figures, such as are displayed larger in size Huitzilopochtli2, Quetzalcoatl3, and Mictlantecuhtli. Mictlantecuhtli is displayed as the largest of the pantheon.
Notes: The prominence of Mictlantecuhtli is a feature repeated in few other Aztec sites. Beliefs of the former residents of Site-338 appear to be a variation of their contemporaries.
Source 338-2: Mural on the walls of the main temple within Site-338. Chronologically the second of twenty murals in the temple.
Description: In the left half, a large empty landscape is shown. In the right half, a large skeletal figure is depicted building a temple and several other large buildings, identified to be buildings present on Site-338. Men are seen dancing atop the temple.
Notes: Mictlantecuhtli is depicted as mostly skeletal in Aztec art. The idea a god created a city is not found in other Aztec cities.
Source 338-10 Mural on the walls of the main temple within Site-338.
Description: A large skeletal figure is shown standing over the main temple on Site-338. A man is shown atop the temple in front of a sacrificial altar, wearing a human skull on his head. He is shown blood-letting using what appears to be SCP-XXXX. Another man lay in front of him, on the altar.
Notes: Both blood-letting and human sacrifice were common traditions during the time period of the Aztecs.
Source 338-19: Mural on the walls of the main temple within Site-338.
Description: A man, appearing to be the same man as shown in Source 338-10, is shown, now wearing human remains on several body parts, giving the appearance of a skeleton.
Notes: This is believed to be a form of deity impersonation, common in several of the Aztec's religious ceremonies. Deity impersonation generally ended with the death of the deity's "likeness."
Source 338-18: Mural on the walls of the main temple within Site-338.
Description: A large group of people, presumed to be the former residents of Site-338, are shown to engage in blood-letting, led by the subject shown in Sources 338-10 to 338-19. The subject appears to hold SCP-XXXX.
Source 338-20: Mural on the walls of the main temple within Site-338.
Description: A line of humans, assumed to be former residents of Site-338, lead to a human figure wearing human bones. The person at this man is engaging in bloodletting with what appears to be SCP-XXXX. Beyond this point are several humans laying on the ground. Their faces are contorted to display a variety of emotions. Above the human on the ground to the farthest right is a large skeletal figure. The human's expression is blank, and its body is disfigured. A mist is rising out of the human and appears to be consumed by the skeletal figure.
Source 338-21: Carving found near the altar at the top of the main temple within Site-338. The text has been translated to English from a previously unknown dialect. The markings of the dialect have shown no connection to other forms of language used by the Aztecs.
Translation: We honor Him. We praise Him. No sacrifice of ours will do justice to His work. Nothing I can do will change that. What I have done is not enough. There must be more. There will be more. I have followed His directions, and still He is not satisfied. Now I will make the final sacrifice that I can make, and I will complete my service to Him. And soon, I will finally meet Him, as all the others have. My work is almost done. Praise Him.
How I wish that were true.But I have led a lie, for far too long. Who I once followed with all my heart and soul, has turned into nothing more than a creature4. All I have done, all we have done has been in vain. And now, it draws me, to give the final sacrifice this once great city can give. We have given the lives of all, and still it hungers. There is but one thing left for me to do. I must stop this creature's reign. I must stop its lies. Even now, it beckons me to spread its filth. I won't let it grow further. I will stop it.
For your own sake. Leave the sleeping god be.Notes: The carving was discovered upon initial explorations of Site-338, next to the body of a SCP-XXXX-A instance who was laid out on the altar, found dressed in human bone.
After analysis of evidence found at Site-338, no other anomalous phenomena or objects were discovered. All instances of SCP-XXXX-B were destroyed, and the site was abandoned.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell, modified to be fire-retardant. SCP-XXXX does not require any form of sustenance apart from fuel for SCP-XXXX-1. One D-Class is to be provided biweekly to fulfill this purpose. No interviews are to be permitted following Interview XXXX-2. All other tests must be authorized by at least one level three staff member, with at least 3 days of preparation prior to the test.SCP-XXXX-1 is to be kept in its current location, with no further need for fuel. Inspections of the cell are to be made bimonthly to prevent fire hazards. No further procedures are required at this time. (See Test Log XXXX-2 for details regarding the change in procedures.)
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity, approximately 2 meters tall. The physical appearance of SCP-XXXX is similar to a adult male human, however the current condition of SCP-XXXX's body makes this impossible to determine conclusively. SCP-XXXX appears severely burned over the entirety of its body, confirmed by analysis of its skin.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a small fire, approamately .5 m in diameter. It is fueled wholly by human remains. After extensive tests to reduce consumption of resources, no other substance, object, or creature has been able act as a suitable fuel, with all attempts with fuels other than humans being unable to combust while in SCP-XXXX-1. The fuel is consumed at a reduced rate, with one human body being consumed over a period of 2-3 days. SCP-XXXX-1 is accompanied at all times by SCP-XXXX.
When the fire consumes the majority of its fuel source, SCP-XXXX will begin to vocalize, often complaining that it "feels cold." As SCP-XXXX-1 begins to die down, SCP-XXXX will become visibly panicked, and will move around, looking for something to use as fuel. If SCP-XXXX finds a human while in this state, it will take a portion of the burning materials in the fire and will PLACEHOLDER the fire into the subject's abdomen. The subjects will, invariably, combust following this event, becoming a new instance of SCP-XXXX-1, and the original will immediately burn out. SCP-XXXX will then move to the new location of SCP-XXXX-1. This is the only known way of relocating SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX.
Interview Log XXXX-2:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. W████
Foreword: The following is a transcript of an attempt to communicate with SCP-XXXX, on ██/██/██. Date was chosen to best prevent SCP-XXXX from seeing Dr. W████ as a fuel source for SCP-XXXX-1.
<Begin Log, [17:32:49]>Dr. W████: Hello SCP-XXXX. How are you?
(SCP-XXXX is unresponsive to attempts at communication for approximately 15 minutes.)
Dr. W████: All right then, SCP-XXXX, I can see you're in no mood to talk, I'll be leaving then. (To observing researchers) I don't think we'll be getting anything out of him. He may vocalize, but we don't seem to affect him at all.
(Dr. W████ begins to exit the cell.)
SCP-XXXX: Cold…
Dr. W████: Excuse me? Was that you SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: Its so cold, Its always so cold. Please, help me.
(Dr. W████ approaches SCP-XXXX.)
Dr. W████: And what can I help you with?
SCP-XXXX: Please help me with the cold… It's so cold. I'm so sorry, I don't want to.
(SCP-XXXX begins to appear visibly agitated.)
Dr. W████: Excuse me?
SCP-XXXX: I'M SO SORRY I DON'T WANT TO DO IT I DON'T WANT TO DIE
(SCP-XXXX proceed to take part of the flame of SCP-XXXX-1 and shove it into Dr. W████'s abdomen. Dr. W████ combusts.)
SCP-XXXX: (Apparently crying) I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry… I just don't want to die…
(SCP-XXXX remained in this state for approximately 2 hours, before returning to its normal state.)
<End Log, [19:56:32]>
Loss of level 2 researcher Dr. W████ is a setback. Replacement researcher Daniel G██████ has been reallocated to this assignment. No future interviews of SCP-XXXX are permitted.
Addendum XXXX-2: On ██/██/██, Test 293 was initiated. The test included depriving SCP-XXXX of a fuel source for the maximum predicted time that SCP-XXXX-1 could last, with the intent of reducing the consumption of resources by SCP-XXXX. Five days after the previous refuel of SCP-XXXX-1, which was two days less than predicted, SCP-XXXX appeared to panic, and shoved the fire from SCP-XXXX into itself. SCP-XXXX subsequently combusted and became a new instance of SCP-XXXX-1.
Subsequent to the events of Test 293, SCP-XXXX-1 has required no further fuel. No deviation from the current thermal output has been observed. Observation of SCP-XXXX-1 in current containment has produced varied results, with the majority having no further anomalous effects. However, few have reported vocalizations resembling moans, as well as slight movements of the remnants of SCP-XXXX. Observation will continue until anomalous effects are confirmed or cease entirely. Object status changed to safe.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Special Containment Procedures: The surface above SCP-XXXX is to be monitored at a radius of 2 km from
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