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On March 2nd of 2020, a written log of events appeared on the desk of Researcher Grace Harleton. Upon reading the documentation, Harleton promptly pulled her eyes from their sockets and killed herself.
This effect only happened to her, and others who read do not seem to be affected.
The written log of events is as follows.
You are a Level 3 Researcher working for the SCP Foundation, an organization dedicated to the containment of anomalies both safe and dangerous.
Several of the anomalies have breached containment and are currently wreaking havoc on the world. More than half the population of humanity has decreased within the few hours that the anomalies were breached. The Foundation is trying its best to contain them, but you know that it will be impossible without your help. You've been assigned to Site-19 where you'll be working with other researchers in the attempt to stop these aberrations from spreading throughout the world.
> Check files on escaped anomalies
The first thing you do when you wake up is look through the files on the various escaped anomalies. You find several of them here, but none of them seem particularly important or interesting. Most of them just show some sort of strange animal running around, sometimes even attacking something else.
> Check to see whether any of the escaped SCPs are a cognitohazard
You open up the file on the "Petrified Man" anomaly and read through it. It's nothing too special, just showing a picture of a man lying dead in a jar.
> Exit your office
You walk out of your office and head towards the door. As soon as you enter the corridor, you hear a voice behind you.
"Ah, good morning."
"What?" You ask back.
"I'm glad to see that you're awake!" He says cheerfully.
> "How can you be so cheerful when several world-ending anomalies have breached containment??"
"Oh no! I'm not going to worry about such things! Just come on in, we've got some work to do!"
"Well, if you insist…" You reply.
He leads you into his office and opens up a drawer.
> Stand by the door in case the strangely cheerful man is secretly a dangerous anomaly posing as a member of the Foundation
You wait patiently until he comes back into the room. When he does, you try to act casual while still keeping your guard up.
"So how was your day?" He asks.
"Could've been worse." You answer.
> Ask him which Foundation Site he was sent over from
"My name's John, by the way." He replies.
"Nice to meet you, John." You respond.
"Yeah… Yeah, uhm… My name's Alex. Nice to meet you too…"
> "Which Site are you from? I don't recognize you, so I figured you were sent over from some other Foundation Site. Which one?"
"Uh, I'm from Site-23." He answers.
"Site 23? That's the one that had the giant spider demon?" You ask.
"That was me."
"Really? What happened there?"
> Remember that there is no Site-23
"No, I mean what happened at Site-23."
"Well, um… Well, like I said before, they had a freak accident with a nuclear device. A lot of people died. There was also some weird alien invasion thing going on as well."
> Back away slowly until you are outside the room
You quickly retreat to the door and lock it, then you run out of the room. The man has disappeared and you feel very nervous now.
"Hey, I'm sorry for freaking you out." He says as he walks past you.
> How did he get out of the locked room? He's clearly an anomaly.
The man disappears into the corridor and you immediately lock the door again.
"There's something wrong here…" You think to yourself. "This guy seems really strange, but maybe he isn't an anomaly after all."
> See if you can find one of your superiors to report the anomalous man to
You decide to check the phone booth next to your office. It would seem that this place is being used as a call center for the Foundation. If you could just get someone who knows what they're doing, they might be able to help you.
> Call for MTF assistance, there are anomalies loose here and it's freaking you out
You dial the number and hear a female voice on the other end.
"Hello, this is Dr. Kovas speaking." She says.
> "Doctor, there's been another breach here at Site 19. We need backup."
"Yes, yes, I know about it. Just tell them my name and address and we'll get right to it."
"I have a few questions first though." You add.
"Sure thing sir!" She responds.
> "Does the current situation actually count as an XK-Class Scenario? Despite the population drop, everyone seems to be handling the situation really well."
"It does, yeah. But I've got a few more things to discuss with you before we can go any further."
> "What did you want to discuss?"
"Well, I wanted to discuss the new Site 19 Director. You seem like a good choice for the job."
"Oh?" You reply.
"Yeah, I mean it's not exactly official yet, but I believe you'd make a great director."
> "Are you sure there's time for that right now, seeing as it's kind of the end of the world?"
"That's why I called you in the first place! I figured you could come in here and fill me in on everything while we wait for the official announcement. So, what's the problem?"
> "Are you ok? Your speech keeps getting more and more incoherent."
"No, no, nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Really, I was just thinking about some stuff and it suddenly hit me that we should start planning for the future."
"Planning for the future?" You ask incredulously.
"Yeah…well sort of…" She replies.
> Something's definitely up here. Hang up the phone.
You hang up the phone and begin to worry. The last thing you remember is calling Dr. Kovas asking her to give him a little extra time so he could finish his report.
Suddenly, you feel very sick and dizzy.
> Head to the nearest evacuation shelter in the facility. You have a feeling there may be a cognitohazard going around making people lose focus, forget things, and speak strangely
You rush to the nearest shelter in the facility. There isn't much time, but you manage to get inside and lock yourself in. You don't even notice when you pass out until morning comes around.
> Is anyone else in the shelter?
You're about to check your cell phone when you realize that someone has already checked it. It's the security guard who was checking you in earlier. He found a message from the Director saying she had been attacked by a large group of mutants and needed help immediately.
> Mutants? So that weird aggressive flesh disease has breached containment too?
The next day, you wake up to find that the whole facility is under attack by mutant creatures. They're fast and strong, but they're also extremely stupid. The only reason why they haven't overrun the entire facility is because most of them are still stuck in their shelters or dead.
You quickly run to the elevator and take it down. When you arrive at the bottom, you see that all entrances leading into the outside world have been blocked off with rubble. There are several mutants running around in panic, but one of them points towards a nearby building.
> Where did the mutants come from? and why did I lose an entire day's worth of memory?
A few moments later, you hear a loud explosion followed by screams. Then, you hear a lot of shouting coming from the direction of the building.
"We need to go!" One mutant shouts.
"I can't leave my friends behind!" Another says.
> They can talk now??
"What do you mean? We've got to go!" A third exclaims.
"They're trapped in there!" Another adds.
"Then let's go rescue them!" A fourth says.
You look at each other and agree, but then you hear another voice.
> Am I… one of the mutants?
"Who said anything about us being mutants?" You ask.
"It seems like everyone thinks you're one of them! Let's go save our friend!"
> This doesn't make sense…
"No, I'm not one of them." You say. "My name is John and I came here on my own accord."
"Well what about those two guys?" One asks.
"Those were the ones who helped me get in here in the first place!" Another replies.
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"Okay, so we're going to try something new." The director says.
> I can't even obey my own thoughts?? I need to get out of here.
"But…" You start to protest.
"Just shut up and follow orders." She says.
You reluctantly comply and soon after you're transported to the location of the trapped people.
> This is all wrong. Run away from the group and barricade yourself in an evacuation shelter
"Hey, you should really be getting out of here before these things break through the door." One of the others says.
"Yeah, but I don't want to leave my friends behind!" You reply.
"Fine, but just stay put for now."
> I can't do anything. I'm losing control, and I don't know what to do. Monitor Hume levels
"Alright, we're ready to go." The director says.
"Let's get out of here!" One of the others remarks.
The pair of you head back to the elevator and ride it down. Soon after, you reach the ground floor and find that everything has been destroyed.
> Please, for the love of god, use equipment to check the current Hume levels
You quickly grab some tools and begin examining the area around you. You notice several holes in the wall with debris falling inside.
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> March 14th, 2021
I don't know if this will ever be read, but I have to write this for my own sanity. Hume levels have decreased at an absurd rate over the past week. People no longer speak coherently, sentences can change subject instantly, and reality itself seems to be constantly changing to fit whatever's going on in the loosest way possible. At one point I kept switching between being myself, being another biological sex, being an anomaly, and being whoever I was talking to. I can barely even control my own actions anymore. It's incredible I'm managing to write this, although it's not very professional and is losing format pretty quickly. My name is or was Grace Harleton. i Was a level 34 res, no, no i was a level 3, or, i cant remember, i was a Researcher for thE foundation. the SPC found, no, no not SPC, *SCP* foudation. Everything went to shit during an XsK clasd scenarioj, but i dont know whether thus is all because of of of of of of of one if the breached escaped mutantsANOMALIES or becase of a new one.
Every thing thing is like a dreanm- dream. it doesnt make sense, nothing feels real anhmore. at fir1st i didnt I didn't question it, but it's like i.i.i……
woke up? fuck if i know
theres no point^ anymore
you're trying to think of a good ending, but its hard when you can see nothing but death ahead.
you’ve lost all hope.
i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to sound so sad.
> GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GEOUT GET GET OIT HET OUY GET OUT GET PUT GET OUT GE
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