Per 
Scale of how much I like the idea:
1 = Barely like it.
10 = Absolutely love it!
- A glass of water that contains an infinite amount of water, drinking it grants inter-dimensional abilities (?) (4)
- "The Sinking Man" - a man perpetually drowning in the ocean, crying for help. (3)
- A tiny version of the Solar System, sort of like a voodoo doll - anything done to this 'model' is done to the real thing. (4)
- A moth whose wing scales induces paralysis on people. (2)
- An Egyptian predatory beetle whose elytra patterns preliminarily move based on future cataclysmic events. (7)
- 'Scars' that mysteriously appear on bodies on victims, resulting in different diseases previously unknown to science. 'Scars' are actually organisms. (6)
- A balloon made of flesh, filled with a strange gas. The balloon is constantly releasing this gas, and upon contact with skin, it creates boils underneath. After some period of time, these boils then somehow transform into the offspring of the balloon. (8)
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a 5x5x5m hermetically sealed room. Any experiments, if possible, must be done through a fume hood. Otherwise, personnel are required to wear Class-A Hazmat Suits at all times.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a medium-sized, standard shaped balloon, 29.21cm in diameter, and 38.77cm in height from apex to inflation end. It has a string tied around the bead1 of the balloon, measuring at 64.3cm long and is composed of standard yarn. SCP-XXXX is made of flesh and has a red colouration.
SCP-XXXX contains an unknown helium composite gas, which it can release at will, however it maintains a constant volume of 13,049cm3. The source of SCP-XXXX's gas is thought to be derived from the atmosphere, but the nature in which it is converted is unknown. SCP-XXXX only displays sentience when releasing its gas to initiate the Baresion Process.
The Baresion Process occurs when contact of the gas is made with the epidermal layer, causing large cysts2 start to form underneath a person's skin. After no more than 32 seconds, these cysts will grow to a maximum size of 10cm, and at which point, these cysts will lift off the skin, causing excruciating pain to the individual (See Interview XXXX-2). These cysts leave behind large circular wounds that bleed profusely.
Cysts created by SCP-XXXX can float freely in the air, and are replications of SCP-XXXX, and over the course of no more than twenty-two minutes, SCP-XXXX's clones (henceforth referred to as SCP-XXXX-1), will inflate to the same size as SCP-XXXX.
It is unclear how SCP-XXXX chooses when to initiate the Baresion Process upon. Each time the Baresion Process occurs, it results in a minimum of two and a maximum of thirteen instances of SCP-XXXX-1.
Acquisition Report: SCP-XXXX was obtained on 06/19/1998, from a 43-year-old Caucasian male named Bentley "Bobo" Bradshaw, who is a clown performing for children's parties. A week prior to the acquisition date, Mr. Bradshaw was hired to perform for his niece's birthday. Upon entering the household, SCP-XXXX released its gas for (reportedly) the first time (See Interview XXXX-1). These cysts later grew into instances of SCP-XXXX-2. Parents either took their children and drove to the hospital, or phoned the emergency services, at which point the Foundation intervened. In total 27 were affected, creating 51 instances of SCP-XXXX-2. Class-A amnestics were delivered to the affected individuals. Mr. Bradshaw fled from the party.
Just three days later, a similar event occurred, resulting in the injuries of 13 people. This time, Mr. Bradshaw was detained by the Foundation and taken in for questioning.
Interviews:
Interviewed: Bentley "Bobo" Bradshaw, henceforth referred to as Bradshaw.
Interviewer: Dr Russel, henceforth referred to as "Interviewer".
Foreword: Initial interview to ascertain whether or not Mr. Bradshaw is directly involved in SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log,>
Interviewer: Where and when did you acquire SCP-XXXX?
Bradshaw: I think… a month before? Yeah, a month before my niece’s birthday party, at my local party shop.
Interviewer: Surely SCP-XXXX would have deflated by the time you brought it to your niece’s party?
Bradshaw: Well, it wasn’t actually for the niece in the first place, but someone else’s. Anyway, usually by the end of the parties the balloons are all either limp or popped, but this one seemed to stay a-float, so I kept it.
Interviewer: Why did you keep it?
Bradshaw: To keep down on costs, y’know? I go through hundreds, if not thousands of ballo-
Interviewer: Thank you, Mr. Bradshaw, please continue as you were before.
Bradshaw: Well, at the time it seemed pointless to get rid of the balloon when it was still fine.
Interviewer: At what point did you discover SCP-XXXX’s anomalous properties?
Bradshaw: At the same time everyone else did, at my niece’s party.
Interviewer: Why did you run away, and more importantly, why didn’t you get rid of SCP-XXXX?
Bradshaw: Because I didn’t want to get caught! What would you do in that situation, huh? You don’t want to get locked up for something you had no contr-
Interviewer: Mr. Bradshaw, I need you to calm down.
Bradshaw: Calm?! How can I be calm in a place like this?!
[Bradshaw stands up from his chair]
Bradshaw: You got freaks locked up, and you want to put me in here too, don’t you?!
Interviewer: All I want are the answers.
[Bradshaw sits back down, looking very resentful]
Interviewer: Do you feel guilty about what happened at your niece’s party?
[Bradshaw does not respond]
Interviewer: Do you feel responsible for SCP-XXXX?
Bradshaw: Fuck this.
[Bradshaw walks out from the interview]
[Interviewer sighs]
<End Log,>
Closing Statement: Mr. Bradshaw is to be detained by the Foundation and kept under surveillance until further notice.
Interviewed: Bentley "Bobo" Bradshaw, henceforth referred to as Bradshaw.
Interviewer: Dr Russel, henceforth referred to as "Interviewer".
Foreword: Follow up interview to ascertain whether or not Mr. Bradshaw is directly involved in SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log,>
Interviewer: Proceeding the initial event-Bradshaw: Accident. It was an accident.
Interviewer: Proceeding the initial accident, why did you then take SCP-XXXX to another party?
[Bradshaw begins to sweat]
Bradshaw: I… I didn’t know whether what happened before was a real. Maybe it was some sort of fever dream?
Interviewer: What you did was very real. Those twenty-seven people were severely injured and left permanently scarred because of you.
Bradshaw: I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanna hear? I didn’t mean to hurt them people with them balloons.
Interviewer: Those balloons? What do you mean those balloons?
[Bradshaw immediately looks flustered]
Bradshaw: I… err… don’t know what you mean..?
Interviewer: Mr. Bradshaw, if you know about multiple SCP-XXXX instances, I need you to tell me. Where are the other instances of SCP-XXXX?
[Bradshaw does not answer]
Interviewer: OK. If you are not willing to cooperate, we will be forced to terminate you.
[Bradshaw appears frightened by the empty threat]
Bradshaw: Woah, woah woah, no need to get hasty! I don't know where the other balloons are, but I can tell you where I got the balloon.
Interviewer: And that was?
Bradshaw: I guess you could say I commissioned the creation of it.
Interviewer: Who from?
Bradshaw: Some guy who runs a freak show, can't quite remember his name. It was something like Herbert.
Interviewer: Do you mean Herman Fuller?
Bradshaw: Yeah, that seems to ring a bell.
Interviewer: And for what purpose did you commission the creation of SCP-XXXX?
Bradshaw: Because as a clown, people no longer think you're relevant. Instead they throw you out like trash. I gotta make a living, here. So, surely a magic balloon's gotta make me stand out? Well, that's what I thought.
Interviewer: How much did you pay for SCP-XXXX?
Bradshaw: I don't know, maybe about $[DATA REDACTED]?
Interviewer: Did Mr. Fuller tell you what SCP-XXXX did?
Bradshaw: He simply said something like me blowing everyone's mind when they see what it can do.
Interviewer: So when exactly did you first discover what SCP-XXXX could do?
Bradshaw: I was at home, and I must have done something to piss it off, because it released its gas like some sort of skunk. Instantly I could feel this burning feeling all down my arms, and saw these big bubbles growing under my skin. I felt my skin stretching and begin to tear as the bubbles got bigger and bigger. Eventually, they started to fly up, tearing out of my arm and ripping my skin all around. The wound it left behind was huge, and poured out so much blood, it was like a murder scene.
Interviewer: Did it hurt?
Bradshaw: Did it hurt? Fucking worst pain I felt in my life! It was like someone put a fork into my arm and started digging around, trying to tear out chunks of it.
Interviewer: Then knowing how much pain it caused, why did you then decide to go to your niece's party with it.
Bradshaw: Cos I wanted more of them, and I certainly wasn't going to let them use me, now, was I?
Interviewer: And where did you put the rest of the SCPs?
Bradshaw: Why should I tell you?
Interviewer: Because that way you won't get killed.
Bradshaw: OK, OK. Jeez. They're in a caravan near my house. You can take my balloons, but you can't take my identity.
[Interviewer seems confused]
Interviewer: Thank you for your time, Mr. Bradshaw.
<End Log,>
Closing Statement: Mr. Bradshaw has been released from Foundation custody under surveillance, and has been administered Class F amnestics.
Addenda:
Upon being administered the Class F amnestics, Mr. Bradshaw started to seizure violently, and died within thirty seconds.
All uncontained instances of SCP-XXXX-1 where found in an abandoned caravan near Mr. Bradshaw's residence and have been terminated.
In Mr. Bradshaw's home, agents found a rudimentary receipt documenting the purchase of a "magic balloon" (SCP-XXXX), and a "Grade H.F. Memory Protection Pill", totalling $[DATA REDACTED]. Also written on the receipt was "Don't ever contact me again, ~H.F.". Additionally, agents also found an answering machine, allowing for the following telephone exchanges between Mr. Bradshaw and Herman Fuller to be transcribed.
Audio Logs:
Audio Log (05/31/1998 - 16:56):
<Begin Log,>
Bradshaw: Fuller, is that you? I wanna know when my goods will be ready. I'm tired of waiting!
Fuller: Patience, Bobo, patience. I'll have them delivered to you soon enough. I've also arranged for an extra, shall we say, surprise?
Bradshaw: Surprise? What sorta surprise?
Fuller: When you get your magic balloon, they'll be… some people interested in it. If you don't give it to them willingly, these people will try and take it by force, and they'll take your memories along with it.
Bradshaw: What? People can't just, erase memories! Also, know one'll know about our dealings, you told me this is all secret.
Fuller: These people have got their ways and technologies just as I have. And you're right, with this surprise, these people won't be able to erase your memories! Just take it when the time is right, and you'll be able to walk away and be the happy clown you've always wanted to be, with all your thoughts, identities and balloons!
Bradshaw: Err… yeah, thanks. This surprise… it's not dangerous is it?
Fuller: Surprises? Dangerous? No, don't be silly! When has a surprise ever been dangerous? Just think of it as a magic trick. You don't need to know how it works, just know it does work!
Bradshaw: Yeah good point, I should leave all the thinking to you, I'm not a clown because I'm clever!
[Both parties awkwardly chuckle]
<End Log,>
Audio Log (06/02/1998 - 12:32):
<Begin Log,>
Bradshaw: Fuller, please, just send over the things. I really gotta pay my bills, and nobody's hiring me.
<End Log,>
Audio Log (06/05/1998 - 15:47):
<Begin Log,>
Bradshaw: Seriously, Fuller, stop messing around man, I got my niece's party coming up in a few days, it'll be perfect!
<End Log,>
Audio Log (06/11/1998 - 13:05):
<Begin Log,>
Bradshaw: Y'know, Fuller? I've waited and waited and waited for nearly two weeks now, on top of paying $[DATA REDACTED], the least you could do is return my calls and send it over! Is it really so much to ask?
[In a quiet tone]
Bradshaw: This mothafucker…
<End Log,>
Audio Log (06/11/1998 - 13:14):
<Begin Log,>
Bradshaw: Hey, Fuller, I just wanna say I'm sorry for bugging you. The goods have finally arrived and, y'know, I really appreciate you taking the time to do this for me. This way I can finally entertain people like I was born to do, and people will stop seeing me as just a washed-up loser, but instead can ta-
[Audio cuts off abruptly]
<End Log,>
Addendum XXXX-3 (08/12/1998):
Following the autopsy of Mr. Bradshaw, analysis of the audio logs and the receipt it has been accepted that the "surprise" Fuller talked about was his version of a mnesitc drug. The mixing of the make-shift mnestic drug and the Grade F amnestic caused him to seize and go into cardiac arrest, leading to his death.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a cylindrical plant pot that is 20cm tall and 30cm in diameter, filled with standard plant compost up to 18.5cm of the pot. SCP-XXXX's plant pot is housed in a climate controlled 5x5x5m room, with each wall and the ceiling being glass.
SCP-XXXX must be misted daily at noon with water that has been filtered three times through an industrial-grade filter, where the water is sprayed directly onto the leaves and petals. Under no circumstances should any fertiliser or other nutrients be introduced to its pot. Additionally, any wilting leaves must be pruned.
Class D personnel tending to SCP-XXX must wear an air-sealed face mask, and an armed guard should supervise outside of the cell in case of the Class D personnel befalling SCP-XXXX's aroma. (See Incident XXXX-1)
Description: SCP-XXXX is a rose in a bush of the 'Mr. Lincoln' variety, and has grown to 1.6m. However, unlike its non-anomalous counterparts, SCP-XXXX's petals are slightly more orange in colouration. All other roses in the bush are non-anomalous, and SCP-XXXX is the only rose of its kind in the bush.
SCP-XXXX releases a potent aroma which upon being smelled, cause subjects to begin to hallucinate vivid images of roses and other flora within no more than 30 seconds of first exposure, causing them to continue to smell SCP-XXXX and become unwilling to move away. The longer subjects smell SCP-XXXX, the more haunting the hallucinations become and the more unwilling to leave the subjects become. Should the subject not leave and continue smelling SCP-XXXX, they will collapse from exhaustion or die from dehydration or starvation.
When a subject is brought away from smelling SCP-XXXX, they become aggravated, wishing to resume their previous activity. The only way to stop a subject from becoming too attached is to move them at least 10m away from SCP-XXXX, at which point the subject will take no more than 3 minutes to go back to normal, experiencing no more hallucinations or other mental or physical side effects, except perhaps dried airways and related issues from excessive nasal inhalation.
Recovered subjects report that the aroma smells similar to a normal rose, but much more sweet.
Should any fertiliser or other nutrients be introduced to SCP-XXXX's pot, subjects in a 10m radius will be drawn in to smell its aroma, and the hallucinations it causes will become more realistic and the subjects even more aggressive and unwilling to leave SCP-XXXX than before.
Experiments done on other organisms such as bees show that they are also affected by SCP-XXXX. Other experiments are also ongoing to see if SCP-XXXX could be in anyway useful to the Foundation.
Acquisition: SCP-XXXX was brought to the Foundation on ██/██/████ when an elderly woman, aged ██, was found to have died of dehydration by her rose bush in ████ ██████, UK. Local law enforcement was called to investigate, and █ police officers collapsed from exhaustion after smelling SCP-XXXX, causing the Foundation intervene. Class B amnestics were administered to the investigating police officers and the elderly woman's husband, and given the cover up story that the lady had slipped whilst gardening, and suffered a severe head injury which was her cause of death.
The rose bush itself was believed to have been grown from a packet of seeds bought from the outdoor retail brand ████████, though how the seed of SCP-XXXX ended up in that packet is still unknown.
Incident XXXX-1:
On ██/██/████ during standard maintenance of SCP-XXXX, D-3148 became enthralled by the aroma due to a faulty mask. After around 2 minutes, Guard-████ noticed D-3148's infatuation, and went into SCP-XXXX's cell to remove D-3148. However, D-3148, who had a prior background of aggravated assault, immediately became very hostile and aggressive towards Guard-████. This assault led to the termination of D-3148 and the treatment of Guard-████ in the infirmary.
[Include some experiments with other SCPs?]
