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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
As SCP-5070 is extremely difficult to move around, it is contained on-site. It is kept 5m under the ground, and at least 30m from any other underground structure. All civilians wishing to enter within 30m of the basement containing SCP-5070 must be disallowed entry, and told that there is about to be a construction underway.
The area that is within 30m of SCP-5070 must be bounded by metal fences that cannot be any shorter than 1.9m. This metal fence, calculated to be 180m long, must be guarded by at least 15 SCP Foundation soldiers at anytime, but must wear construction suits, and look as if they are resting. Talking to each other as a form of disguise is allowed.
Description:
SCP-5070 is a poltergeist-like entity that cannot stand anything that is closed. Its tangibility can differ depending on what state it is in.
In its docile state, SCP-5070 will make a groaning noise and hover around, moving at about 2 km/h, as if it was pacing. At this point in time, SCP-5070 will be completely intangible. It will be in its docile state only if nothing around him is closed. This applies to anything that can be closed: doors, eyes, light switches. As long as it senses that anything that is off, it will stop being in its docile state and go into a frenzy. This thing that is off will be known as SCP-5070-1.
In its frenzy, SCP-5070 will make a piercing noise, before leaping on the nearest animate object. This can include animals, robots, other SCPs, or even humans. It will proceed to bludgeon the subject, henceforth known as SCP-5070-2.
SCP-5070 has no weakness. As long as something in its range is off (literally), SCP-5070 will become tangible, before seeking out and killing the nearest SCP-5070-2. SCP-5070's range has been recorded to be 30m if line of sight is not possible, and up to 100m if SCP-5070 can see SCP-5070-1 being closed. However, it has no ability to break through concrete walls, hence that might be a useful way to contain SCP-5070.
SCP-5070 was first found lurking in the basement of one of New York's skyscrapers. As the basement door was not closed, but instead blocked off by a large rock, SCP-5070 did not go into his frenzied state, and instead remained docile. It was only when reports of a strange noise from the basement arrive at the SCP Foundation on 13 Dec 1998 did the true power of SCP-5070 come into light. The rock was too heavy to be removed by those living in the skyscraper, and thus SCP foundation soldiers had to remove it. As soon as the rock was removed, one of the soldiers blinked, causing SCP-5070 to go into its frenzy. At the end of the incident, SCP-5070 had killed a total of 13 soldiers, along with 5 civilians, who came down to witness the source of the noise. After the incident, SCP-5070 returned to its original spot in the basement, pacing.
The SCP Foundation was alerted of the incident, and placed heavy prohibitions on the entering of the skyscraper. Eventually, the skyscraper, along with every building within 30m of it was demolished and the area around the basement barricaded. As for the basement itself, a block of lead weighing at least 2500kg, was put to block off the basement with SCP-5070 inside. The corridor leading to the basement was filled with concrete and let dry. All records of the civilians death's were erased, and their relatives given Class B amnestics. After that day, SCP-5070 was forgotten and the bustling life of New York resumed.
Close Encounters:
Addendum-5070-1
The following is a D-Class's narration on his experience with SCP-5070.
It was horrific. The sound of blood squelching as the things arms shoved themselves into the stomach of my very best partner. The thing flung my partner into a wall, causing more blood to spill out his abdomen, and then it turned to face me. I stared right at it, not daring to blink. But I felt something. A gentle tickle in my nose. I couldn't help it. I sneezed, and heard a monstrous scream. The thing. It was not coming for me.
To anyone who is reading this but have no idea who I am, my name is Andre Black, code number D-5070-2, a former murderer. I am the only survivor of SCP-5070 recorded to date, and will like remain so. SCP-5070 is a beast, a violent monster that takes out anyone it sees if it ever sensed something being closed. Don't be fooled, even though SCP-5070 might seem harmless, it will come for you even if you only blink for a couple of milliseconds. SCP-5070 is horrible, and is more than what it seems.
My partner, D-5070-1 and I were ordered to explore the basement where SCP-5070 lived. We were told of what it could do, and how unprepared we were. Nevertheless, they said that we would be let go if we successfully finished this mission. They though it was impossible to come out of the basement alive, and even told us so, yet we boldly agreed to explore the basement. Upon reaching the basement, we were ordered to go in. 'Once you switch on that flashlight, don't switch it off,' on of the workers told me. I though that was stupid advice. Of course I wouldn't switch my flashlight off. I wasn't some suicidal idiot. Proudly, I asked for better advice.
The worker looked at me with concerned. Then seriousness took over his face. 'Never, ever, stop staring. Even if you blink, you're dead. Hear that? Don't stop staring.' I looked at him. He was always so professional with his work, nothing seemed to even faze him, yet even the mention of SCP-5070 seemed to scare him. Maybe it was wrong for us to so readily agree to meet SCP-5070.
At last, it was time. We were given eye drops to lengthen the time we could keep our eyes open, fitted with cameras and flashlights. Upon being ordered to go down , I shut my eyes, prepared myself, and opened them. Yes, I was going to do this.
We went in, and it was quiet. Suddenly, groaning. I swung my flashlight at the source of the noise, only to come face to face with a big white mass. A ghost. It stared at me and my partner intently, and became quiet. It was suddenly like a staring contest, except this time, it was life or death. I stared as hard as possible, but beside me, my partner whimpered.
'I - I can't take it anymore. I really need to —' His voice was cut off by a terrifying scream. I knew what had happened. My partner had just blinked. He lost the staring contest, and now was time for him to receive his fate, death. My partner began to run off, away from SCP-5070. I continued staring, determined not to lose to SCP-5070 like my partner had done. SCP-5070 suddenly turned, and sped off to find my partner. Despite it not looking at me, I was still horrified by his scream, and dared not blink.
I heard a thump, a clunk, and then a human scream. SCP-5070 must have already gotten my partner. I couldn't help myself, and ran forward to see what was happening. A I really wished I hadn't. It was horrific. The sound of blood squelching as the things arms shoved themselves into the stomach of my very best partner. The thing flung my partner into a wall, causing more blood to spill out his abdomen, and then it turned to face me. I stared right at it, not daring to blink. But I felt something. A gentle tickle in my nose. I couldn't help it. I sneezed, and heard a monstrous scream. The thing. It was not coming for me.
SCP-5070 came to its senses (I think, did it even have senses?) and began chasing me. I was always fit, and ran at quite a fast pace, but it was no use. SCP-5070 was catching up. I dared not turned back, and only kept running. I felt some wind blow behind me as SCP-5070 reached out to grab me. Then I saw a light. I was almost at the exit of the basement. Had I been given time to thing, I would have wondered how we had gone so deep into the basement. But, no, I was given absolutely zero time to think, and the only thing I was focusing on doing was running.
It was no use. The thing got my leg. SCP-5070 pulled me until I was hanging upside down. He punched me in the head, and slammed me onto the floor, blowing all the air out of me. Then it punched my stomach. It punched so hard that I spat blood. I was a goner now. I screamed as loud and high as possible, and the people outside heard me. Thank goodness they heard me. A couple of soldiers came in with shining headlights. They fired two shots each, and a bullet embedded itself into my shoulder. I screamed, but the rest of the bullets managed to hit SCP-5070. It dropped me, shielding itself from the bullets. The soldiers shot faster, pulling the trigger so fast it was almost like a machine gun.
SCP-5070 fled back into the basement, leaving me, lying there, half-dead. The soldiers carried me onto a stretcher. One of them said, 'You're very lucky. We knew you were going to die if we left you in there, and we almost want to leave it at that. But you ran so fast and so desperate. Our manager felt sorry for you, and ordered us in…' After that, the words only came as a blur of syllables. I blacked out.
So, the moral of the story? Never, ever go near SCP-5070. I'm not kidding. That thing left me traumatized, and gave me a broken femur, 2 broken ribs, and left me suffering from internal bleeding for months. Whatever you do, don't go near SCP-5070. And if it ever gets close to you…
Don't stop staring.
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