- All Things Must End
- Men In Black
- Eldritch Tentacle
- Let Me Speak To Your Manager
- The World Never Made Sense Part 1: Revelations
- Banana World
- Destiny Devil
- Image sources
- Scraps
- SCP fuel
- Dinosaur Milk
- Image sources
- Dope divs
- Ideas
- Scraps
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Item #: SCP-5000
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the abilities of SCP-5000 instances and the fact that SCP-5000 already have a major presence in popular culture, complete containment is currently impossible. Instead, containment efforts are to focus on attempting to falsely disprove the existence of SCP-5000. Foundation webcrawlers CRYPT1D and ELEPHANT are to search and mark any references to SCP-5000 online, after which members of MTF Pi-79 "Skeptics" are to provide false evidence against whatever claim is presented.
Individuals known to be of interest to SCP-5000 are to be monitored, and a list of them and known SCP-5000 sightings is to be maintained in the Foundation database.
Description: SCP-5000 collectively refers to a group of entities calling themselves and colloquially referred to as the "Men In Black". SCP-5000 are largely human in appearance, with a few exceptions. The pigmentation of their skin is light grey, similar to that of a deceased individual and they lack all bodily hair. It has also been noted that they show no emotion and move in jerky movements. SCP-5000 all dress identically, wearing a black suit jacket atop a white collar shirt; black suit pants, a black tie and a black fedora. These clothes seem to be partially fused with their skin and bear no manufacturing labels or marks commonly found in clothing. In addition, these clothes are exponentially more resistant than they should be, able to easily block bullets. They appear to also be resistant to fire, acid and tear.
SCP-5000 have been observed to portray several abnormal abilities. They are considerably stronger and faster than humans, with quicker reflexes and joints with an abnormal range of movement.
Dr. gets visited
Abducted agent gets returned
O-5 get a visitation
Declaration of war
Foundation strikes back
The mystery is revealed
Item#: SCP-XXXX
Classification: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be affixed to a wall by 3 restraints made out of tungsten steel in order to prevent mobility. These restraints are not to be removed for purposes other than research or replacement due to corrosion, which must happen bi-monthly
The cell in which SCP-XXXX resides in is to be cleaned thoroughly thrice a week by two (2) D-Class personel wearing acid-resistant clothing and a security guard monitoring the process is to be positioned outside the door.
Establishing physical contact with SCP-XXXX is prohibited outside of research, and all attempts to do so are means for termination.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are to be contained on an on-site psych ward for research purposes until they expire, after which the bodies can be dealt with without special procedures.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 150 centimeters long, dark green severed tentacle, anatomically similar to that of Octopus vulgaris. The surface of SCP-XXXX is coated with an oily layer of mucus, while the severed end of SCP-XXXX is constantly leaking a black substance with mildly corrosive properties and the viscosity of blood.
SCP-XXXX is capable of locomotion and will try to grab and wrap itself around anyone who comes near, if it hasn't already. It is strong, capable of easily breaking human bones by crushing, but it isn't strong enough to breake most metals.
The skin of SCP-XXXX is tough, and cannot be penetrated or cut with any known means.
SCP-XXXX posesses sentience, and when a living human comes into contact with SCP-XXXX, it will attempt to telepathically persuade them to allow SCP-XXXX to take control over their body.
If the subject refuses, SCP-XXXX often may try to either kill them in what is presumed to be anger and frustration.
However, if the subject allows SCP-XXXX to take over their body, SCP-XXXX will quickly wrap itself around the subject, and then attempt to enact a ritual (see Addendum-XXXX-1) to open a transdimensional rift, which it will then attempt to walk into. Through this rift, a mass of similar tentacles protruding out of a central mass can be seen.
Description of the ritual enacted by SCP-XXXX:
- SCP-XXXX will incapacitate a human through either making them unconscious or crippling them.
- It will then proceed to draw blood out of the victim and use it to draw unknown runes around the victim in the form of a circle, while producing guttural sounds resembling a language.
- It will use whatever means available to carve out the hearth of the victim, while continuing to produce guttural sounds.
- It will crush the hearth by hand, at which point the runes will ignite and an opening will appear in the air infront of SCP-XXXX. It will then attempt to walk into it.
Item#: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Serenity Resort Inc has been acquired by the Foundation and turned into a shell corporation. Due to SCP-XXXX's high profile, it is to be operated under the SYMMACHIA Treaty like an ordinary hotel by a joint effort between Foundation personnel and SCP-XXXX-B.
Areas of SCP-XXXX that are anomalous in nature are closed off from the public and any civilians witnessing or experiencing any anomalous activity in the hotel are to be amnesticised by Foundation staff and released.
Online activity within the hotel is closely monitored and controlled to ensure that no pictures, footage or personal statements regarding the anomalous are uploaded to the internet.
In accordance with the SYMMACHIA Treaty, every week five (5) D-Class are to enter the hotel posing as guests and [REDACTED]. The D-Class are not to be subjected to lethal harm without permission, and all operations must be overlooked by at least two (2) Foundation researchers with Level 4 clearance.
Activity with possible relation to SCP-XXXX outside the containment area is to be thoroughly investigated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 5-star hotel in █████████, New York, operating under the name 'Serenity Resort'. It is owned by a corporation listed as 'Serenity Resort Inc', which has since been acquired by the Foundation. SCP-XXXX is frequented by several upper class citizens and celebrities, making total containment difficult.
The hotel used to offer several services, items and other luxuries, referred to as SCP-XXXX-A, that are anomalous in nature. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A have been either closed off from the public or neutralized per Foundation command. A listing of SCP-XXXX-A can be found in Document-XXXX-37
SCP-XXXX is staffed by entities, referred to as SCP-XXXX-B, who outwardly appear to be normal humans aside from an extremely high pain tolerance, unnatural strength, no need for sustenance or rest, and a face permanently paralyzed in an unnaturally wide smile. However, autopsy reveals several other deviations in their anatomy compared to natural humans;
- A skeletal structure seemingly made from Allocasuarina luehmannii1
- Musculature partly composed of spider silk
- Cotton velvet in place of brains
- No digestive system, kidneys or liver
SCP-XXXX-B do not appear to be sapient, and only act within set, but extremely complex, parameters.
Exploration Logs: SCP-XXXX was discovered on 02/06/20██, when mentions of unnatural events within the hotel started to surface online and were noticed by the Foundation. Agent Winter McCormick was sent to the hotel to pose as a guest in order to determine the exact nature of the anomaly. He was equipped with a miniature mic and camera built into a shirt button, which could be quickly pressed to start broadcasting live footage to a Foundation outpost set up in the adjacent building. The following are transcripts of the footage.
03/06/20██, 16:46: [Agent McCormick is sitting on the bed of his hotel room, facing the back of the bed. The wall behind the bed has been decorated with a wallpaper displaying an image of a coniferous forest. The other walls are painted white.]
Agent: I have just checked in to the hotel. Nothing clearly anomalous yet. The clerk did creep me out a bit with her freakish smile. Her face looks like it's permanently stuck like that. I'll check in later when I see something worth noting.
03/06/20██, 18:18: [McCormick is in his room, facing the bed. There are several bags of various snacks of common brands on the bed]
Agent: Alright, so I went down to the lobby and I bought a bunch of snacks. You guys better cover this because they were really overpriced like they always are in hotels. Worth it though: they're all fucking delicious. Not sure if it's anomalous, but this is some of best food I've ever had and I'm not even a very big friend of snacks.
04/06/20██, 3:55 [McCormick is lying on his bed, but the lights are out. Sounds of snoring can be heard. A dark figure darts across the video feed, before it cuts out.]
04/06/20██, 8:15: [Agent McCormick is eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant]
Agent: The food in this hotel is really odd. Like, it's really good. Some of the best food I have ever eaten, in fact. But it feels plasticky to the touch. It's really odd.
[Other guests having breakfast are visible in the feed. Many of them have notable differences in their physiology, including patches of skin that have been replaced with glass, displaying internal organs within; malformations similar, but less severe than those caused by SCP-783; and spatial anomalies displaying regions of space where their skin should be. One man is bend over his plate and eating directly off his plate with his mouth. None of the guests, including Agent McCormick, seem to have noticed this.]
04/06/20██, 17:07: [Agent McCormick is standing in his hotel room. The television is displaying static. The placement of the trees in the tapestry behind the bed has changed. Agent McCormick does not seem to notice this.]
Agent: Still nothing obviously anomalous, could just be a shitty TV, but as you can see it's nothing but static. The weird part though, is that I've pulled the plug out of the socket.
05/06/20██, 03:56: [Agent McCormick is standing on his bed and seems frantic. The television is displaying static. The tapestry behind the bed now displays a forest at night time. A dark, featureless humanoid figure has appeared behind a distant tree. Agent McCormick does not seem to notice this]
Agent: Alright, on one hand, now I know this place is fucked up, but on the other, fuck this shit! Fuck all of this! See that television? That's not static. That's bugs. I woke up to this itching sensation and this scuttling sound, and I noticed that the television screen had gone just white. When I turned on the lamp, millions of these little bugs skittered back to the television to look like static.
[McCormick brings the camera close to the tv screen, showing that what appears to be static indeed appear to be minuscule, unidentified insects.]
Agent: They were inside me.
06/06/20██, 5:27: [The shirt in which the camera is built in has been placed on a toilet countertop, which Agent McCormick is standing next to. A towel has been wrapped around his waist and he is wet]
Agent: So I couldn't sleep after that, and I couldn't shake the feeling of those things crawling inside me, so I decided to take a shower. Thankfully nothing as horrific as the static bugs, but all the toiletries do this.
[McCormick grabs a soap bottle off the countertop and brings it outside the bathroom. A loud, high-pitched scream is heard and McCormick is seen covering his other ear. As he brings the soap bottle back in the bathroom, the scream ends.]
06/06/20██, 6:18: [Agent McCormick is writhing on the floor, screaming. His hands are grasping a towel, with its other end wrapped so that it comes to a fine point. The towel is twitching, attempting to reach McCormick. He manages to get up and throw the towel out of the door, which closes briefly before the towel impacts against it. McCormick observes through the peephole, as a SCP-XXXX-B instance arrives and picks the towel up. It turns to look straight at the peephole, before leaving.]
Agent McCormick: I'm really starting to hate this place.
06/06/20██, 9:12: [Agent McCormick is lying on his bed. There is a repeated knocking at the door]
Agent: Oh my god, what now?
[Agent McCormick gets up walks to the door, opening it. Behind it there is an SCP-XXXX-B instance carrying a platter with a metallic dome on it.]
SCP-XXXX-B: Good morning! I brought you breakfast!
Agent: I didn't order anything.
[The SCP-XXXX-B instance looks straight at the camera and tilts its head slightly, before looking back at Agent McCormick]
SCP-XXXX-B: Yes you did. You must have forgotten. Enjoy your breakfast!
[SCP-XXXX-B gives Agent McCormick the platter and leaves]
Agent: Alright, that was odd.
[Agent McCormick closes the door and turns to face the room. The previously recorded indistinct humanoid figure in the tapestry has now moved closer, being now clearly visible]
Agent: Holy shit, what the fuck is that? You know what, fuck this. Fuck this, I'm getting to the bottom of this right fucking now.
06/06/20██/13:32: [Agent McCormick is seen in front of a door that says "Staff Only"]
Agent: I found the door to the staff quarters. There must be some answers there.
[Agent McCormick tries the door, which is unlocked. He enters a room which is completely dark. The door closes its own behind him.]
Agent: Um, hello?
[Countless eyes glowing purple open simultaneously.]
Agent: Wh-
[Five seconds of static before the connection is lost]
Foreword: 5 hours after contact with Agent Winter McCormick was lost, he was declared KIA. However, Agent McCormick exited SCP-XXXX unharmed 10 hours later. In a post-mission interview, Agent McCormick told Director Stafford that the SCP-XXXX-B had rendered him unconscious and taken him to the manager of SCP-XXXX, who told him that they want the Foundation to send a representative to discuss with them. After Agent McCormick was confirmed to not be under any anomalous influences, Dr. Gehrain, a Foundation researcher specialized in realitybending anomalies and entities, was chosen to enter SCP-XXXX, leading to the following interview.
Dr. Gehrain enters into a dimly lit, large, cylindrical room. The roof is too high to be seen. The floor and walls of the room are covered by a thin veil of mist. In the center of the room, there is an approximately 3 meter tall tripodal entity with thick, grey skin. It's upper body is humanoid in shape, but it lacks a nose and a mouth and it's eyes are fully black. It lacks body hair and it's head is elongated. Besides it is an instance of SCP-XXXX-B.
Dr. Gehrain: Are you… are you the one in charge?
The entity lifts it's right hand, revealing an eye embedded into its palm. The eye starts radiating a violet light, after which the eyes of the SCP-XXXX-B instance start radiating as well.
SCP-XXXX-C-01: Speaking through the SCP-XXXX-B instance. We are The Ascendancy. We apologize that we cannot speak to you directly, but as you can see, we lack the necessary structures to produce sound, so we must communicate through this simulacrum. SCP-XXXX-C-01 glances at the SCP-XXXX-B instance
Dr. Gehrain: That's fine. Why exactly did you invite me here? Why did you let us in here?
SCP-XXXX-C-02: Because we want to change. We have been stuck in our ways for so long… no more.
Dr.Gehrain: What does that even mean?
SCP-XXXX-C-01: We are dying, doctor. For millennia we waged war against an enemy greater than anything you can imagine. We became… greedy. Greedy for power. Eventually, after destroying everything in our way, we got it. We finally had enough power to defeat our enemy and we did. We wiped them away from existence itself. But an act like that, doctor, does not come without a great price. The universe itself decided to punish us. We were struck by a terrible plague, one that even our abilities cannot cure.
Dr.Gehrain: Where are the rest of you then?
SCP-XXXX-C-01: They are all here doctor.
SCP-XXXX-C-01 waves it's hand and the mist covering the walls dissipates. Hundreds of SCP-XXXX-C instances can be seen in a fetal position inside small chambers, which are embedded into the walls. SCP-XXXX-C-01 returns its attention back to Dr. Gehrain, and the mist returns.
SCP-XXXX-C-01: I was chosen as the ambassador for The Authority. I must work tirelessly to save my people, while the others sleep. Their stasis does not stop the plague, but it does give them more time.
Dr. Gehrain: But why here? Why this hotel?
SCP-XXXX-C-01: We came to your world because despite our differences, you are biologically quite similar to us. We created this hotel, because it was an easy way to hide in plain sight and get a large amount of people to experiment. But also because we are trying to abandon our ways of war.
Dr. Gehrain: Are there other establishments like this?
SCP-XXXX-C-01: There could be. The Authority was split and the different factions went their own ways. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the others had the same idea as we did.
Dr. Gehrain: I see. Thank you for being so straightforward. I will bring this information to my superiors and…
SCP-XXXX-C-01: Doctor.
Dr. Gehrain: Hmm?
SCP-XXXX-C-01: We let you in here because we need your help, but also because you need ours. Not all of us were as keen on abandoning the old ways. There were a few, who still wage war and destruction in their own seek of the cure. We have reason to believe that they are coming here.
Afterword: As the result of the information gathered in this interview, the Foundation began discussing an alliance between the Foundation and SCP-XXXX-C, which resulted in the forming of the SYMMACHIA Treaty.
Joshua Smith, a NYPD police officer with short-cropped brown hair and brown eyes in his early 30's was driving around patrolling Sumner Houses with his partner Jim, as the police radio cracked alive.
"Code 10-16 in apartment 305 of the apartment complex in the corner of Kosciuszko Street and Norstrand Avenue," said the dispatcher, informing them of a domestic disturbance.
"We got it," Jim answered to the radio as Joshua took a U-turn to turn the car towards the location the dispatcher had given. The ride only took a few minutes and soon they were already standing on both sides of the door to apartment 305. They could the screams of a woman inside.
Jim kicked the door down and stepped into the room with his gun raised, but what he saw made him stop. As Joshua followed him around the corner, he saw that the woman had backed into a corner, trying to escape from a man with a dead expression on his face, with pitch black smoke pouring out of all of his facial orifices. The man had his hands outstretched towards the woman, but after noticing Jim, it slowly turned to look at him and started slowly advancing towards them instead. Jim began to mumble something with a shocked expression, but he couldn't finish whatever he was about to say when Joshua threw him to the side and shot the man square in the face, which caused his head to collapse into itself like it was made of clay. There was no blood. The man shambled for a few steps, before falling to the ground, unmoving.
"What the fuck was that!?" Jim shouted while pacing around frantically, his hands on his head.
"I don't know," said Joshua, who couldn't take his eyes of the corpse. He was equally shocked and terrified, but the man was dead now and they had a job to do. He went to look if the women was okay. She had fainted.
"There's something weird going on here. A man was pouring out smoke out of his face, we might need a decontamination team or something," he said to the police radio to a confused dispatch officer.
In a few minutes, help came. However, there was no decontamination team. Instead, a man in a leather jacket came in. They went to stop the man, because he looked like a civilian, but the man whipped out a legit looking badge Joshua hadn't seen before. The man walked past them without saying anything and crouched next to the corpse. He took out a cotton swab, which he used to poke around the man's collapsed skull.
"I see," he simply said, seemingly unmoved by the sight, pulling out a plastic sheet, which he used to cover the body. He got up and turned, while reaching to his jacket and pulling out a small aerosol can. Joshua watched as the man with a quick motion, sprayed the contents of the bottle to both their faces. He felt his mind slow and his sight become hazy. When he looked over to Jim, he noticed that his eyes had completely closed and his head was drooping, as if he had fallen asleep while standing.
"There was nothing unusual about the man. He was violent and armed. You called for backup and the station sent me because I was close. We had no choice but to shoot the man since he refused to stand down," he said while returning the can to the inner pocket of his jacket. Then the groggy feeling passed and Jim came to as well. Joshua was about to say something, but then he noticed that the facial expression Jim had changed entirely. He was no longer terrified.
"I'm taking this investigation over from here. You can go now," he said with a smile.
"Thanks for coming to help, we couldn't have taken that guy down without you," Jim said gratefully.
Joshua had no idea what was going on, but he was afraid the man was dangerous, so he decided to play along.
"Yeah… thanks for the backup," he said, before they headed out. However, before they fully left, Joshua was able to quickly snap a photo of the man when he wasn't looking. He felt it could be important.
"Say, you didn't see smoke coming out of that guy's face, did you?" Joshua asked Jim once they got back inside the patrol car.
"He was pretty angry, if that's what you mean," he chuckled.
"No, like, literal smoke coming out of his mouth and stuff."
Jim looked at Joshua with a puzzled expression.
"I have no idea what you're on about, there was nothing unusual about the man," he said, making the hairs on Joshua's back stand up.
After getting back to the station, Joshua went immediately to the dispatcher he had called.
"Why didn't you send a decontamination team?" he asked.
"What? You didn't ask for one," the woman answered.
"Yes I did! I told you the man was infected with something and that we needed a decon!"
"Calm down! You said the man was violent and that you needed back-up you didn't say anything about an infection! Now get out of my office I have work to do!"
"Am I going insane?" Joshua mumbled to himself as he stumbled out of the office. He felt like the world was spinning. His knees felt weak and his stomach was queezy. Why had everyone gone suddenly mad? Was he mad? What was in that can the man sprayed him and Jim with? These thoughts were pushed aside by a sudden wave of sickness. He rushed to the bathroom and puked.
This cleared his mind a little, and after gathering himself for a moment, he remembered something. The photo.
"Hey Tom I need you to do me a favor," he said while approaching one of the IT guys.
"Uh, what kind of favor?"
"I need you to run a face through facial recognition. But you can't tell anyone about this, not even the chief."
"Why? You're not up to anything creepy are you? I could get fired for something like that!"
"No, no, nothing creepy. It's for a case," Joshua lied.
"If it's for a case then why can't the chief know?"
"Just trust me on this, okay? It's really important. I'll owe you," he pleaded.
Tom sighed.
"Fine. What's the photo?"
Joshua pulled out his phone and sent the photo to Tom through email, who then copied the photo and ran it through the software.
"Huh. That's odd," he said after a short while.
"What's odd?"
"You said this guy was a cop?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, according to this he isn't. Never has been. He used to be military but he's been unemployed for the past three years. Joshua, what is this case about?"
"I don't know," Joshua said and walked away, leaving a confused Tom sitting by his computer.
"What do you mean you don't know!?" he shouted, but Joshua didn't stop to answer or even listen. He had a conspiracy to uncover.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a standard containment chamber at Site-77. In case of entry from U-3567, an armed guard is positioned in the room at all times.
In order to maintain diplomatic relations, Foundation diplomats are scheduled to visit U-3567 once a month. Due to the effects that ionizing radiation has on the human body, Foundation personnel are to consume pills containing potassium iodide daily while remaining in U-3567, and individuals who have returned from U-3567 cannot enter again until at least 3 months have passed.
Edit as of 20.12.2019: Diplomatic relations have been halted. No contact with U-3567 is to be made. Responding to attempts at contact from U-3567 may be allowed if and when such a situation arises.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a ripe specimen of Musa acuminata, more commonly known as a Cavendish banana. It is indestructible and does not seem to suffer from normal biological degradation. It appears to be ancient, with carbon dating placing it as at least 20,000 years old.
The main anomaly of SCP-XXXX is a localized trans-dimensional two-way gateway in place of fruit flesh. The gateway becomes exposed when the banana is peeled, which can only be done halfway. Upon exposure, the gateway will draw the peeler in, exposing them to a noodle effect caused by a strong non-homogenous gravitational field, in order for them to fit through. Following entry, SCP-XXXX will unpeel itself.
The other end of the gateway is an identical object in U-3567. It was under the control of the U-3567 version of the SCP Foundation, and located in their version of Paris, France in the arrondisement of Butte-Montmartre. U-3567 is devoid of all animal life, instead inhabited by mobile and sentient plants, most notable of which is a species of sapient humanoid entities, collectively referred to here as SCP-XXXX-1, who refer to themselves as bananans, or Musa sapiens. The outwardly morphology of SCP-XXXX-1 greatly resemble humans aside from having a substance identical to a banana peel in place of skin, lacking all bodily hair and having an extended cranium, similar to the shape of a baseline banana. SCP-XXXX-1 lack all internal organs commonly found in humans, and their flesh is identical to that of a banana. Their internal support structure more closely resembles wood than bone, their joints and tendons are made of plant fiber and their esophagus leads to an acid-filled vat similar to the trap of a pitcher plant. .
Due to the lack of animals and animal by-products, as well as different evolutionary paths resulting in the lack of several baseline plants2, many cultural and economic aspects of the societies on U-3567 vary greatly from baseline reality. This includes religion, trade and geography. Despite this, social structures are largely unaffected.
Following the containment of SCP-XXXX, diplomatic relations with U-3567's version of the SCP Foundation were established for the purposes of sharing information and researching U-3567. However, due to the repercussions of Incident XXXX-39, the state of U-3567 and its inhabitants have been affected to such an extent that diplomatic relations are no longer possible. See addendum XXXX.1.
The origins of SCP-XXXX or why U-3567 is connected to baseline reality through SCP-XXXX is unknown.
Incident Report XXXX-39: On 05/12/2019, five ambassadors of baseline Foundation entered SCP-XXXX as usual. They were scheduled to stay in U-3567 for a week. On the second day, one of the representatives of the U-3567 Foundation didn't show up to a scheduled meeting. Stay of the ambassadors was extended, searches were conducted and after three days, the corpse of the representative was found in a storage room, infested with fruit fly larvae. The larvae had most likely hatched from eggs that were laid by a fruit fly that accidentally came with our ambassadors, as fruit flies are not a naturally occurring species in U-3567. The corpse of the representative was promptly incinerated. However, the original breeding pair was not found. A week later, a fruit fly infestation in the storage room was discovered. The site was locked down and extermination efforts involving pesticide and flamethrowers were enacted, but eventually proved unsuccessful and control of the infestation was lost. U-3567 Foundation demanded that the representatives leave, and after their return to baseline, no attempt at contact from U-3567 has been made.
Incident Report XXXX-40: On 3/6/2020, SCP-XXXX unpeeled itself and a journal damaged by moisture was ejected out of it. The words "Valery's Journal" have been handwritten on the cover. Te following are digitized versions of select pages from the journal, translated from French.
18/12/2019 Dear Diary, I can barely hold this pen, for I am exhausted after today. Regardless, I am happy, for I had a lot of fun. Firstly, my mother told me in the morning that Aunt Latundan is coming home for the holidays all the way from Portugal. We haven't seen her in years due to her being so busy with her herd of nectar stomachs3. Then, in school, I sat next to Williams again. He has such perfect skin it's unbelievable. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all, LMSO4. Then, after school me and Eleele went to the strider5 stables and I got to ride with my sweet girl Farges again.
Oh! And we have a new school nurse, because the previous one unfortunately died due to crown rot a few weeks ago. That disease apparently makes you lose your fingers, absolutely horrible. Anyway, we finally got a replacement. Her name is Java, and she's originally from Northern Asia. Some of the boys in our class called her a rude name, but I think her blue skin is absolutely beautiful.
I also gave self-made mittens as little gifts to the two guards in front of the office building near our school. I walk past the building on my way to school and back every single day and they are always standing there, no matter the weather. And it's cold this time of the year! So I decided to give them something to keep them warm. They looked very happily surprised and immediately put them on. I think I made their day :)
19/12/2019 I hope you haven't been waiting all day for something exciting, dear Diary of mine, because this day was pretty standard. We got a new assignment from Mr. Awak, which is kind of dumb and annoying right before Christmas like this, but whatever. I came straight home after school in order to get started on it. We're supposed to make an essay about evolution and it turns out that our ancient ancestors were weird crescent-shaped fruits that grew from giant flowers. Evolution is weird, man. One thing of note though. The guards in front of the building weren't there today. They're always there! I think they do something really important in that building, so I don't know why on Earth they would leave the gate unattended.
Oh, I almost forgot! I also got invited to a party! Fe'i's parent's are gone for the weekend, so she's throwing a huge party. I hear Williams is coming too, it's gonna be so much fun!
20/12/2019 I don't know what to write. I don't know what to think, really. This feels pointless right now, but for some reason I still want to do it. Habit, I guess.
Williams is dead. Earlier today, I heard him complain to his friends that he wasn't feeling very well. I can't believe I was hoping that he would still come to the party. And then when he did, I was super happy. I caught him alone and we started talking and we were having fun but then… then his eye came off and these tiny white creatures began to slither out of his socket. He tried to say something, but then he just dropped. He was dead, I know he was, he had no expression and his… eye was wide open, but he kept twitching. Oh god, the twitching and the buzzing and the dark cloud that came out of him. I ran I just ran and I heard screams but I just ran and I didn't look where and I only realized after an hour that I was going to the wrong direction and then i had to take a train home and oh god. I didn't tell my parents, I just locked myself in my room. [unintelligible due to being crossed over multiple times with a pencil, causing the page to tear slightly] What were those things?
21/12/2019 The news are talking about the creatures. Nobody seems to know what they are or where they came from, but they are spreading. They've taken over the entire 9th arrondisement, which is why we are preparing to leave to the shelter. Helicopters have been flying over our house all day. This… this can't be real.
22/12/2019 I'm writing this from the shelter. There are maybe a few dozen of us here. We should have food and water for 6 months, and the solar lamp in the ceiling apparently lasts forever, so through relying on photosynthesizing as much as possible we should be able to stretch that to a year, if necessary.
There's a television here. We're watching the military trying to get rid of the creatures, or "carvers" as people have started to call them. They don't seem to have a lot of success though…
At least my parents and Eleele are here with me, as well as that new school nurse. We're gonna get through this together, I know we will.
30/12/2019 We're not at the shelter anymore. We're in an abandoned coffee shop. 'We' meaning me, Eleele and Java. Everyone else is dead, even my parents. The carvers attacked out of nowhere, probably got in through the ventilation. Java noticed before everyone else and helped me and Eleele get out before we were eaten alive like everyone else, though we didn't get out in one piece either. One of the carvers managed to plant it's seeds in Eleele's arm. Java had to cut off everything below the elbow using a knife from the shop. Right now, she's helping her with the pain and I'm writing this. I don't really know why, I guess it kind of calms me down.
Everything is gone. The sky is darkened with countless carvers and the streets are littered with twitching bodies filled with the offspring of those vile creatures. These things just keep spreading and eating and spreading and nothing is slowing them down. Most of the military has retreated. There are still some copters far away trying to keep the infestation to Paris, but it's only a matter of time until they break through and devour all of France, maybe all of the world.
07/01/2020 We finally found another group of survivors. About 30 or so individuals. They were hesitant to let us join them at first, but a few of them are wounded and Java is a nurse. We really do owe our lives to her. The people here are pretty hardy and cynical, no-nonsense kind of people, but a few of them seem nice.
Eleele has been really depressed ever since her parents died and she lost her arm. It pains me to see her like this. She used to be so happy and bubbly. Why did all of this have to happen to us? What did we do?
I've tried to keep track of the date for you my dear Diary, but I'm afraid I've lost track. I guess it doesn't really matter anymore anyway. Our numbers are dwindling. Just today we lost 3 people, because Mysore, that idiot, went into a room with a carcass in it while we were scavenging in someone's former home. That carcass had carvers in it, and of course they got excited over fresh meat and came for us instead. We had to lock the door behind Mysore, Pome and Silk, or else they would have eaten us as well.
…I can still hear them screaming and pounding at the door.
Eleele killed herself. We couldn't find her this morning and after searching for a while, we saw her sprawled on the sidewalk below. She had thrown herself out of a window of the apartment building we were staying in during the night.
There was so much we wanted to do together… We had big plans of traveling the world, from the petrified forests of Russia to the beaches of Australia. One of her biggest dreams was getting to swim with the algae leviathans that inhabit the southern oceans. I almost murdered Kru when he said that Eleele was only weighing us down with her disability.
Anyway, we're back at Montmartre… but it doesn't feel like home anymore.
I wonder if those guards I gave the mittens to are still alive somewhere. I doubt it. Anyway, we're scavenging in the office building they were guarding. There are bodies everywhere. Like, more than I have seen anywhere else before. It's like these people didn't even try to escape. A lot of them have guns too… I wonder what they did in this building.
This place is starting to creep me out. We stayed the night, and now we can't found the exit anymore. It's like the hallways and rooms have switched places overnight!6 But surely that's impossible. I did find some weird papers though. They were in what looked like some sort of lab and they were describing something that could have been straight out of some science fiction flick.
They're a I'm Fuck I'm alone. The carvers came out of nowhere. It was as if they had just popped into existence. Right in the middle of the group. We were getting ready for bed and I was a bit further away from everyone else, when I started to suddenly hear screaming. I managed to get out of the door and slam it behind me before they got to me fully. I left them all to die like a coward. But it doesn't matter, for I am not long for this world either. I'm pretty sure at least one of the carvers managed to plant it's seeds in me.
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I know what you did. All of you. Eleele, my parents, Java, Williams and millions of others are dead because of you. That's right. I found "SCP-XXXX" or whatever you call it, and the document that describes everything that happened. How your people came here through this and brought this plague upon us.
I'll be dead soon, just like everyone else. I can already feel the seeds sprouting and the carver offspring burrowing through my flesh. For that reason I'm not going through, for there is no hope for me anymore. Instead I'm sending this diary through, so you would know exactly what you did to us.
Why?
Note: The journal has been stored in Item Locker 7128 of Site-77's non-anomalous storage wing.
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Any activity that breaks the SYMMACHIA Treaty, such as unsanctioned experimentation on civilians or the creation of highly visible anomalies must be reprimanded according to the SYMMACHIA Treaty.
Designation | Description | Effect | ||
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SCP-XXXX-A-1 | Chocolate confectioneries that used to occasionally spontaneously manifest on top of pillows inside SCP-XXXX. Manifestations have ceased since the Foundation acquired SCP-XXXX. | Consuming the confectionary will cause the subject to perceive themselves from a third person perspective, while still retaining full control of their body. Spitting out or swallowing the confectionary will cease the effect. | ||
SCP-XXXX-A-2 | Toiletries, including soaps, shampoos and toilet rolls | These vocalize a loud, continuous scream when taken out of the WC. Vocalizations will cease if the item is taken back inside the WC. | ||
SCP-XXXX-A-7 | Unidentified insects which spontaneously manifest on televisions, appearing similar to static | Unknown: seem to be some sort of probes, which climb inside subjects through their orifices while they sleep, retreating when noticed. | ||
SCP-XXXX-A-12 | One of the seven elevators in the hotel. Currently closed off to the public under the guise of maintenance. | When a single individual enters the elevator and uses it, other versions of the individual might appear as incorporeal figures. | ||
SCP-XXXX-A-25 | A bar equipped with complex occult machinery that can be used to make drinks | The drinks created with the bar have several varying effects, including physiological and psychological changes. These changes seem to go unnoticed by the affected and revert after eight (8) hours. | ||
SCP-XXXX-A-31 | Towels | Animate and attempt to insert themselves into the [REDACTED] |
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Containment Procedures: Containers of SCP-XXXX are to be stored in the cold storage of Site-66, and authorization from the Lead Researcher is required for access.
SCP-XXXX-1 instances are contained in a 60m x 60m x 20m containment habitat, which is refurbished with soil and plant life to simulate a temperate forest. 6 remotely activated beacons capable of producing a sound exceeding 25,000 Hz in frequency are placed in a 6x6 square inside the habitat, next to the door. If one or more of these beacons break, the rest are to be activated and a maintenance engineer is to enter the habitat and replace the broken beacon(s). Three armed guards must be positioned outside the containment area at all times, and the number of SCP-XXXX-1 instances is not allowed to exceed 20 for both security and financial reason. 5 kg of meat per each SCP-XXXX-1 instance is placed in the habitat once per week, during which the beacons are to be activated. 10 litres of SCP-XXXX per each SCP-XXXX-1 instance is pumped into a recess in the middle of the habitat per day. SCP-XXXX-1 are not allowed anywhere within 60 meters of SCP-XXXX-A.
SCP-XXXX-A is contained in a 2km x 2km x 50m containment area outside Site-66, with a 50 meter tall wire fence set around it. SCP-XXXX-A is to be fed 5 kg of grass every day and it is to have water available to it at all times. It is to be milked daily by hand, and the resulting SCP-XXXX is stored in metal containers, each capable of holding 5 litres. SCP-XXXX-A's maintenance is carried out by a group of specially trained handlers. Handlers are equipped with stun guns in case of containment breach, but are not allowed to wear these visibly. While within the containment area, handlers are required to wear a special mask which covers their mouth and nose, and is built in such a way that it can not be removed by the individual wearing it. Weapons and complex machinery are not allowed within SCP-XXXX-A's visual range.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to the milk produced by SCP-XXXX-A. It is light green in coloration and contains more lipids, protein and vitamins than the milk of any non-anomalous animal, but despite its anomalous properties, does not seem to contain anything that would be considered out of the ordinary for milk.
SCP-XXXX contains a cognitohazard, as any mammal capable of smelling it will get the sudden urge to drink it. Animals will usually act on this urge without hesitation, but most humans are capable of easily resisting it if exposed for only a brief period of time.
If consumed in low amounts, SCP-XXXX has highly beneficial health benefits, even to the point of a minor regenerative effect. Consuming it will accelerate the healing process of minor wounds and inflammations, instantly cure most minor illnesses, as well as destroy accumulated toxins in the body, slightly prolonging lifespan.
However, if consumed in large amounts, e.g 1 liter at once or a cumulative 5 liters within a 7-day period, SCP-XXXX has a transformative effect, overwriting the subjects genetic code and turning them into an SCP-XXXX-1 instance in X stages;
• The subject develops a physical addiction to SCP-XXXX.
• After consuming another liter, the coloration of the subject's iris will turn yellow and their pupil will become slitted. At this stage, reversal is still possible, however, the withdrawal symptoms are lethal in 53% of cases.
• After consuming another 5 liters, the subject, now considered an instance of SCP-XXXX-1, will experience an increase in muscle density and their teeth and nails will sharpen. Additionally, human instances will begin to experience degradation in their prefrontal cortex, parietal cortex and hippocampus, impairing their cognitive skills and memory.
• The SCP-XXXX-1 instance will begin to shed their hair, losing all of it in a span of a few days.
• After all hair has fallen out, the SCP-XXXX-1 instance will begin to molt, shedding their skin and developing scales, which turn greener in coloration with each molting. Additionally, they begin to grow a tail if they do not already have one, which lengthens with each molting until it is fully developed. At this point, the mental degradation of human instances has advanced to an extent where all semblance of their former personality and mental acuity has been lost, reducing them to an instinct-driven, animalistic state.
Any mammal can be turned into an SCP-XXXX-1 instance, and they will usually retain the general shape of their previous form, making ascertaining their original species easy through observation alone. They are carnivorous and extremely hostile, and will generally attack anything in sight with little to no regard for their own life. However, SCP-XXXX-1 instances originating from humans seem to be an exception. They seem to retain at least some of their intellect, for they are extremely cunning and prefer to eliminate their prey through planning and ambushing rather than attacking directly. Additionally, if put in the same space, they will quickly form a pack.
SCP-XXXX-1 are notably stronger and more durable than humans, capable of easily severing limbs through sheer strength and their scales are tough enough to deflect bullets. However, they have a very sensitive hearing, and high-pitched sounds are usually enough to repel or even paralyze them.
Additionally, all SCP-XXXX-1 instances seem to be constantly aware of the whereabouts of SCP-XXXX-A, likely through anomalous means. If an SCP-XXXX-1 instance gets in close proximity with SCP-XXXX-A, it will lay down and molt, turning into a juvenile specimen of SCP-XXXX-A. The Foundation currently has 16 instances of SCP-XXXX-1 in containment.
SCP-XXXX-A is a herbivorous reptilian belonging to the clade Dinosauriae. Its outwards appearance greatly resembles a brachiosaurus, aside from two horns that curve from the sides of its head to the front, and a large udder on its underside. It's scales are purple, and it has golden brown stripes running between the three ridges that run down its neck and back. It is 30 meters tall, 50 meters long and it weighs approximately 60 tons. Its body has been heavily scarred in various places due to its former living conditions, and has a deep phobia of weapons and heavy machinery. A panic attack in the beginning of its containment due to these phobias resulted in the death of six (6) and the injury of ten (10) personnel.
SCP-XXXX-A produces approximately 40 liters of SCP-XXXX every day. It seems to share the cognitohazardous quality of SCP-XXXX, meaning that mammals near SCP-XXXX-A feel an urge to suckle from its udders. SCP-XXXX-A does not appear to have a womb or any sort of reproductive organs, which would suggest that SCP-XXXX is its natural way of reproduction.
SCP-XXXX-A possesses approximately the same level of intelligence as an elephant, and has proven to be highly empathetic towards all animal life, especially SCP-XXXX-1 instances, which it seems to regard as its offspring.
Discovery: On 19/12/2019, the Foundation carried out a raid on a Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. auction house in Bath, England. Among the auctioned products were 67 bottles of SCP-XXXX, sold for 1000 GBP each, as well as six instances of SCP-XXXX-1, sold as slaves for 5000 GBP each, but some are believed to have been sold before the raid took place. SCP-XXXX-A, the origin of these anomalies, was not yet discovered.
The following documents cataloging the anomalies for sale were found at the auction house;
F6EF/J4T9/FRT2 | |
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Status | Selling |
Demand | High |
Value | 1000 GBP per bottle |
Availability | Unlimited |
Identifier | Dinosaur Milk |
Description | Who doesn't enjoy an exotic beverage from time to time? And what would be more exotic than the milk of a creature that has been extinct for over 100 million year? And bragging rights are not the only thing you'll be getting out of a glass of this stuff. In addition, it will cure you of any ailments that might be plaguing you, seal up wounds like they never existed, and lengthen your lifespan! Just be sure not to drink too much. |
TR65/B4V7/CR63 | |
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Status | Selling |
Demand | Medium |
Value | 5000 GBP per instance |
Availability | Current inventory, 56 specimens. Additional specimens can be acquired according to demand |
Identifier | Scale Servant |
Description | Short on workers or in need of protection? Don't want to pay your employees? Or do you just want an exotic pet, excellent for hunting or just showing off? Fear not, because MC&D has you covered. These creatures are strong, hardy and capable of doing all manners of manual labor. They are smart and independent enough that they don't require constant care, but they are not intelligent enough to outsmart you. Scale Servants are addicted to Dinosaur Milk and sensitive to high-pitched sounds, so with our special beverage and a special sound device, they are ensured to remain loyal to you. The device is already included in the price, and we will give you the first 500 liters of Dinosaur Milk free with your purchase! |
Incident Report XXXX.8: During a site-wide containment breach, all of the SCP-XXXX-1 instances were accidentally released from containment, resulting in 27 casualties. 7 of the 8 instances were terminated within the site, but one was successful in evading capture and escaping the site.
3 weeks later, reports of a reptilian humanoid roaming in New Hampshire reached Foundation channels, and a search was conducted. The SCP-XXXX-1 was promptly discovered in the vicinity of a abandoned factory, which upon closer inspection was discovered to be a secret storage facility of MC&D. After the SCP-XXXX-1 instance was re-contained, a raid on the storage facility was planned.
Foreword: Following the recontainment of the SCP-XXXX-1 instance, MTF Mu-33 ("Highest Bidders") began to plan a raid on the MC&D storage facility in New Hampshire, which was carried out on 2/17/2020. They were equipped with standard combat equipment, as well as sonic weaponry due to the possibility of SCP-XXXX-1 instances being held inside.
Mission Video Log Transcript
Date: 2/17/2020
Team Lead: μ-33 Taverkin
Team Members: μ-33 Brach, μ-33 Gomez, μ-33 Royale
[MTF Mu-33 are positioned on the edge of the clearing on which the facility is located. They are looking out towards the front gates of the building. Two armed guards are stationed beside the entrance.]
μ-33 Taverkin: Mic check.
μ-33 Brach: Check.
μ-33 Royale: Check.
μ-33 Gomez: Check.
μ-33 Taverkin: Alright. Command thinks this might be where they're making XXXX, which means that we might encounter slash-one's. Have your sonic weapons at the ready.
[Brach and Royale swiftly terminate the guards with a single shot to the head. Mu-33 advances towards the entrance, which Gomez kicks in. The team enters into a short corridor with a door on the other end.
μ-33 Gomez: Clear.
[The team proceeds down the corridor and enters through the door into a large room, where workers with mouth masks are in the process of bottling and packaging bottles of SCP-XXXX. Armed guards are patrolling the room with SCP-XXXX-1 instances walking besides them. Each of the instances is wearing a mechanical collar of some kind, and some of the workers appear to show early signs of transforming into SCP-XXXX-1. Upon noticing MTF Mu-33, the guards appear to press a button on some sort of handheld device, seemingly causing the SCP-XXXX-1 instances great pain, while pointing at the operatives and giving the command "Attack".]
μ-33 Taverkin: Slash-one's! Incapacitate them with your sonic weapons and shoot them in the stomach!
[The SCP-XXXX-1 instances charge at Mu-33, while the guards open fire and the workers flee. Mu-33 fires back, taking out 3 of the 7 guards immediately.]
μ-33 Royale: Shit!
[An SCP-XXXX-1 instance tackles Royale, clawing through his armor and wounding him. Royale manages to fire his sonic weapon at the instance from point-blank range, causing it to recoil and scamper away from him while screaming and clutching its ears. Royale gets up, kicks the entity on its back and terminates it with a shot to the stomach.]
μ-33 Gomez: You okay?
μ-33 Royale: I'll survive.
[Taverkin gets shot non-fatally, but manages to terminate the guard who shot him. Mu-33 manages to terminate the rest of the guards and 5 more SCP-XXXX-1 instances.]
μ-33 Brach: Wasn't there six of the…
[The sound of hissing causes Brach to look up to the ceiling. An SCP-XXXX-1 instance climbing in the ceiling and looking down becomes visible in the bodycam. The instance drops from the ceiling and Brach's bodycam shuts off. The bodycams of the remaining team show the instance grabbing Brach's head, shattering his skull and ripping his head off. It turns to the rest of the team hissing, but gets shot through the mouth by Gomez, dropping to the ground dead.]
μ-33 Royale: It… it killed…
μ-33 Taverkin: Get it together Royale. We have time to mourn later, now we have a job to do.
[The team advances through the remainder of the facility, encountering little resistance, until they enter into another large room, in the middle of which is SCP-XXXX-A, set into a metallic frame with spikes embedded into its flesh, seemingly made to keep it in place. A machine set next to the frame has several tubes pumping some sort of sedative to the creature in order to keep it docile, while another device is constantly milking it. A few guards and workers are positioned around the room, but are easily dispatched or detained by Mu-33.]
μ-33 Gomez: What the…
μ-33 Taverkin: Uh, Command, are you seeing this?
Command: Yes, we are.
μ-33 Taverkin: Yeah, we're gonna need some extra hands here. Send a medic too, Royale is wounded.
Afterword: After the discovery of SCP-XXXX-A and the securing off the facility, additional containment teams were sent to the location. SCP-XXXX-A was safely removed from the devices and frame, and transported to Site-66 in a containment operation which took several hours, but succeeded without much issue. During the operation, MTF Mu-33 discovered a computer in the room SCP-XXXX-1 was held in, on which were several emails containing valuable information regarding the anomaly.
Memo 01 | |||
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HP8Y/GFE4/VGO2 | |||
Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
Good news, Mr. Marshall. The artifact you have sent me works magnificently! I am currently looking at a living, breathing Aquilops specimen, reanimated from its previous fossilized state. I have purchased a great number of fossils from around the world, which are being transferred here as I write this. I will soon be able to start the mass production of extinct animals, which will surely go like water in the desert to those of your clients with an affinity towards exotic pets. | |||
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP |
Memo 02 | |||
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Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
I have made the most exciting scientific discovery! Production has been going smoothly for the most part, and we already have a wide range of critters for your clients to choose from. The most recent creation, however, is the most interesting one. It was reanimated from an unidentified fossil of a tailbone, and what a creature it turned out to originate from. Believe it or not, this dinosaur has udders! We fed it some grass and it has begun to produce milk! I suggest we leave this one not-for-sale, as the capitalization of dinosaur milk will surely turn out more profitable in the long run. | |||
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP |
Memo 03 | |||
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Sender | Thaddeus Marshall | Recipient | Robert Maritius |
Robert, this is is a wondrous development indeed. The marketing possibilities of dinosaur milk surely are great, but first we need to figure out whether or not it is even drinkable. Begin testing as swiftly as possible and inform me of any further developments. | |||
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP |
Memo 04 | |||
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Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
Per your request, I have begun testing the milk on some of our workers and the initial results are extremely promising. First of all, it tastes very similar to regular cow milk, so nothing special there. However, the effects of this stuff are very special indeed. It seems to have some sort of regenerative effect, as it completely healed a bite wound on one of my workers which they had received from a velociraptor previously in the day. Blood tests would also seem to indicate that it has purged all toxins from their system, meaning a possible increase in lifespan. I will continue testing to determine the exact limits of this effect. I have sent you a sample of the substance so you can witness its power with your own eyes. I propose that we give this substance its own designation. |
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Memo 05 | |||
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Sender | Thaddeus Marshall | Recipient | Robert Maritius |
Seems you have been busy, dear Robert. If I were you, I would expect a significant raise in the near future. I have received the sample you sent me and confirmed the effects, though let it be known that I do not lack the means to lengthen my own life. This indeed calls for its own designation, you'll find it in the beginning of this memo. I would suggest pushing the pet business to the side for the moment, as I expect this to be a much more lucrative business venture. We must also ensure that the source of this wonderful beverage is secured. Keep it stationary, and preferably sedated as well. We can't have it trashing around the place, injuring itself and other assets. |
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Memo 06 | |||
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Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
Mr. Marshall, there has been a rather unexpected development. First, one of the workers we have been testing on became gravely addicted to the substance. Now, it seems that they have begun a metamorphosis of some sort. It appears that they are slowly turning into a lizard. This seems to happen to anyone who drinks too much of the milk too quickly. | |||
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP |
Memo 07 | |||
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Sender | Thaddeus Marshall | Recipient | Robert Maritius |
Well, this is indeed surprising. Potentially disappointing as well. However, lets not give up yet. See where this transformation leads. An opportunity might yet present itself from this predicament. | |||
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP |
Memo 08 | |||
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Sender | Robert Maritius | Recipient | Thaddeus Marshall |
It seems you were right, as always Mr. Marshall. A few of my workers have gone through full metamorphosis, and are now fully reptilian. They are nothing but beasts, it would seem. Feral ones, as well, as the death of a couple of workers proves. However, this is not necessarily a setback, as you said. These creatures are very strong and it seems that they despise high-pitched noises, and can be easily conditioned to follow orders through this weakness. I'm sure your clients would appreciate tireless, strong workers that follow orders without requiring pay. |
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- Dog tongues grow a mouth of their own and reach sentience and autonomy separate from the dog.
- Dinosaur milk
- Soap, which when you use it, manifests into the shape of multiple eyes. Washes away sins and regrets but is actually an eldritch being that feeds on them
- Ferocious Temple on the Hill. An angry desperate god forgotten tries to stay alive by abducting worshippers.
- Crazy Ichabod
- The Gravestone For Our Species
- Pizzabox Queen
- Now It Is The Blood On My Hands
- How Can You Run From Us Now?
- The Witch In The Aisle. A supernatural entity that lives in a supermarket, in a specific aisle.
- How To Take Care Of Your Monster. A handbook intended for kids to take care of the monster in a closet or under the bed.
- Silence Breaks Every Time You Try To Name It
- A monster who lives in a Foundation facility in secret and falls in love with a researcher.
- A tale about SCP-194
- To Remember The Old Days
- In The Desert There Is No Rainbow
- The Forest Will Answer Your Screams
On 30/7/2019, SCP-5000-3 manifested next to Site-19. A portion of Wing-35 was immediately turned into sawdust and Wings 17 and 19 switched places, causing 24 containment breaches across the Site.
SCP-5000-3 was seen reaching its hand behind itself and grabbing the handle of the sword pierced through its back. Upon contact with SCP-5000-3's hand, the blade of the sword ignited.
But before it was able to pull the sword out, however, SCP-5000-1 manifested next to SCP-5000-3 and tackled the entity to the ground before demanifesting with it. Only an hour later, the entities manifested again near the Appalachian, seemingly engaged in physical combat. This lasted for approximately 7 minutes, during which SCP-5000-1 managed to constrict SCP-5000-3 with roots, which the entity eventually managed to break apart, before ripping a peace from SCP-5000-1's side.
Following this, SCP-5000-2 manifested and forced the two entities apart with the use of telekinesis, after which all the entities demanifested.
SCP-5000 is the collective designation for three seemingly related entities, each of which has also been given their respective sub-designation7. All of the entities are 50 meters tall and vaguely humanoid in appearance, but otherwise vary greatly in morphology, as described below;