Item #: SCP-4674
Object Class: Euclid (Pending Reclassification to Thaumiel)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4674 is to be contained in a residential building similar to that of a four-star hotel suite. This residence is to be guarded by no less than four Foundation security personnel at a time. All Foundation staff are to be equipped with Level 4 psionic resistance gear at all times. SCP-4674 is to be monitored at all time by Foundation staff to ensure the fastest possible reaction to anomalous events occurring in relation to the entity. SCP-4674 is to be equipped with two-way psionic negation gear as to limit outbreaks of its anomalous properties, except for during testing. SCP-4674 is to be fed no less than 3 times a day, and requests for additional food items are to be granted, as long as granting said requests will not significantly affect the subject's health in a negative way. SCP-4674 is to be allowed access to streaming services at its request, but, as per Foundation protocol, may not send any type of signal into the outside world.
Testing with SCP-4674 is to occur no less than four two times a week (lowered by request of subject). The subject's parents are to be informed of its status once a day or when any significant event occurs. Staff are free to interact with SCP-4674 at any time in a positive manner, as to keep the subject's mental state well.
Description: SCP-4674 is a Caucasian male that is five years of age and is approximately 0.73 meters tall. SCP-4674 does not appear to have the ability to age; see Interview 4674-1-1 for further information on this. SCP-4674's anomalous properties manifest whenever it begins using its imagination to a significant point and applying it to its current situation, typically while playing. Approximately two minutes after SCP-4674 begins using its imagination considerably, whatever it is imagining will suddenly begin to manifest around itself, with manifestations ranging from 1 to 40 at one time.
Manifestations appear to be composed primarily of psionic energy, but further study is hindered considerably due to the rapidity of the changes in the manifestations' appearance, size, etc. Manifestations are controlled entirely by SCP-4674, and when its thoughts change, the manifestations do as well. All personnel are to remain aware of SCP-4674's emotional state at all times, as significant changes to this state have often resulted in manifestations changing wildly and often becoming dangerous. Due to the subject's age, it is difficult to make it understand the danger of these situations, so they are best completely avoided. Although they have the potential to become considerable threats, sessions of manifestations' appearance are often short due to the apparent amount of energy that it takes for SCP-4674 to generate them.
Other minor anomalous effects of SCP-4674 may include minor headaches to migraines while within a radius of 25 meters from the subject; changes of mood to match that of the subject; sudden slight increases in brainwave activity and psionic capability, and a sudden compulsion to play along with whatever scenario the subject generates.
Discovery:
SCP-4674 was recovered on June 24th, 20██ after several reports of strange and impossible occurrences in a neighborhood in █████, Wisconsin. Three members of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") were dispatched to the location under the guise of CPS agents, finding SCP-4674 to be malnourished and mistreated by its parents due to their belief that it was a "message from God" and "a sign of coming doom." SCP-4674 was taken into Foundation custody with little to no resistance from the parents and received its designation.
Recovery Log:
[BEGIN AUDIO LOG]
E6-TL: Okay. Epsilon-6, equipment check.
E6-1: Mics, check.
E6-2: Mics are good here, too.
E6-TL: Sweet. Okay, Command, we're moving in now.
E6-2: Hey, I just noticed something kinda funny about CPS.
E6-1: I swear to god, Jackson, if you make another SCP anagram I'll make you go fishing with SCP-162.
E6-2: Fine, cool your shit. Just trying to-
E6-TL: Enough. We're at the door. Put on your happy steal-someone's-children face.
Doorbell rings.
Father: Who are you? Don't come inside, he might have another "moment."
E6-TL: We're with Child Protective Services. We've gotten reports of problems with a child at this location, and we were sent to investigate.
Father: I highly suggest you don't come inside.
E6-TL: We're coming inside.
Father: Fools.
Five minutes pass.
E6-2: Well, there he is. Thought they'd never stop talking.
E6-TL: One, this is your cue.
E6-1: Looks like a normal enough kid to me. Readouts on my tech stuff say that he's got pretty high psionic energy, though. Think he's the cause?
E6-2: Does that answer your question?
One of SCP-4674's manifestations is heard appearing.
E6-TL: Command, we've got our cause here. We're picking up and moving out.
E6-2: Well, that was the simplest goddamn deployment ever.
E6-1: Wait, what the fuck is-
It has been reported that six consistent manifestations occurred at this moment and attacked the recovery team. The team successfully terminated four of the entities before the rest dissipated. Assistance requested an granted, and SCP-4674 was removed from the premises with no further issues.
[END AUDIO LOG]
Addendum 1: Almost 6 months after the recovery of SCP-4674, E6-TL, -1, and -2 began causing several entities resembling individuals from their personal lives, themselves, and entities from task force missions to appear all around themselves. Before staff could learn more about the situation, the task force members' brains began to phase through their heads as all of the generated entities began chanting, [DATA EXPUNGED- DETECTED COGNITOHAZARD]. The displaced cranial matter began to combine and then became a singular entity. This entity has been classified SCP-4674-1. It is the only one to have appeared as of this writing. See Document 4674-1-EI for further information.
SCP-4674-1
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its non-material nature, it is not currently possible for the Foundation to contain this object. However, due to its cooperative attitude and agreement to live under Foundation supervision, containment is not currently necessary.
Description: Although SCP-4674-1's physical description is constantly changing, it seems to favor two appearances: a small cube with an appearance similar to that of a cardboard box, but with no opening and unintelligible markings that randomly change; and, an absolute void. Its anomalous properties and all other properties except for texture and appearance remain intact unless the form adds its own anomalous properties to the original set. In terms of personality and psychology, SCP-4674-1 appears to be a mix of the entirety of the memories and personalities of E6-TL, -1, and -2. However, a definitive distinction between that combination and this SCP is that SCP-4674-1 appears to possess an unlimited ability to fabricate whatever it wishes, as well as an infinite well of knowledge far beyond that of the Foundation or mankind as a whole. This knowledge is typically acquired upon a need-to-know basis, so reclassification to Thaumiel is not probable.
SCP-4674-1 has proven to have the ability to control what form it takes and when, and is impervious to all known weaponry. Cross-testing with several other SCPs is awaiting approval from the O5 Council. In the meantime, SCP-4674-1 is to remain a part of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6, acting as E6-TL, -1 and -2. It has been revealed that these task force members did not cease in brain function during the event that created SCP-4674-1, and can act as they did in combat before the event. Their combat ability will be very limited, however.
[BEGIN INTERVIEW]
Agent Williams: Hello, 4674-1.
SCP-4674-1: Hello, Agent.
Agent Williams: (sighs) Well, this is gonna be a simple one on my part. Only thing today is, well, I want you to tell me about yourself. What are you, are there others like you, do you know how you were made, stuff like that. Go ahead.
SCP-4674-1: Let's start at the beginning. So, you know that those three men- their brains kind of… fused together. And then I was there. Well, before I can get further into that, I have to go ahead and tell you what the deal is with SCP-4674. You think that SCP-4674 is the kid, right? Well, it's not. It's my brother. He's that kid. So, the kid is sort of a human, and sort of my brother. My brother didn't mean to come here; he doesn't know why he's here. Being what he is, he can't really function like he should, so he gathered up his power, and made me to speak for him. Sorry about those task force members, by the way.
Agent Williams: Hey, they can still talk, can't they? Anyways, go on.
I can tell you about my brother. He's been in that shell for a short time, but long enough to make him think that he's really just a kid, and his powers got fucked up because of it. Now, instead of shapeshifting, he produces things around him. Thinks of something a kid that age would, and boom, there it is. They never stay the same. They did that one time, though, and I think you know what I'm talking about. Don't know why. Don't know how. I just know that it happened, and now that's the way things are. Now he's just a kid, and that's all he's gonna be for a long, long time. All I have is what he knows now, and a little bit more from time to time. Sorry if that isn't a big help to you.
Agent Williams: That's fine. I think I have what I came for. That'll be all.
[END INTEREVIEW]
Redemption
In the beginning, God created a world. On this world, he put a likeness of himself. This likeness is Man. Once God created this likeness and gave it a mind of its own, it set out to complete an objective: To fight God. Over time, we members of the human race slowly worked through his defenses, building machines, making scientific discoveries, making weapons, weapons, and more weapons. We wounded him over and over again with our murder and war. And finally, we shot him in the head when we rejected him altogether. Without God to keep us together, keep us composed, we started to fall apart. So, we brought the Devil up and tore him apart, using his remains to make something that would keep us whole.
In the end, we were presented with an object radiating red light from its core that drew all life like a magnet. We thought it was what we wanted. It gave off a certain, unnamed kind of energy, invisible to humans. Those close to it would always be in a state of joy. We would have Gatherings around it to spread the energy. We were doing everything we could to stay whole.
Then God got up. He was bleeding static from the hole in his head. Something moved behind his eyes, and then they were still. He spoke. Or, at least, he tried to. His jaw moved, but nothing came out. Eventually, the poor old bastard gave up, and he delivered a more direct message.
A vision came to us, then. The lovely Orb we had produced glaring bright red, and screams. So many screams. We saw the world in a shade of pink. Red.
Then black.
We woke. We understood. We took the orb and, filled with regret, shoved it into a great chasm, which was then filled with stone. We built a mountain over it. Humans do amazing things when they’re afraid. We looked at what we had done, and we were satisfied. It was over.
God looked to us again. The static still came from his head, now trickling out of a few other places on his body, and delivering a kind of white noise with it. He popped his jaw, smiled, and faded. We went back to our daily routine. Everything was normal.
The next murders. They started, oh, I’d say five years later. A few scattered cases, then more than a few. Arguments developed into fights. Fights into wars. We were right back where we started. We put another hole in God’s head when the first atom bomb dropped. A select few of us, the ones that remembered our creation, knew what they had to do. We had a strange feeling as we dug it up, like something was off, we shouldn’t be doing this. The diggers at the time were me, Williams, Jeffrey, and a few others. It took our group, comprised of about 12 people, two and a half months to reach the object again. We found it and went to get it. The first person to make the unfortunate decision of touching it was Jeffrey. He screamed, and the orb glowed a deep, incomprehensible shade of red. Then, it sucked him in, and he was gone. We didn't know what to do. It looked like our creation decided we weren't worthy anymore, or perhaps some part of Satan gained a bit of a mind and was punishing us for our actions against him. It didn't matter.
I started to have a vision. A white dot. No. A suit, with a strange pack on the back, and a large, round piece of glass in the helmet. It was floating in a massive emptiness, with strange scattered white dots all around. There was something else. It wasn't visible, no, it just accentuated the void. Made it a little darker, to where you could feel a presence, but couldn't consciously identify it. The suit spoke.
"Help me. Find me. Pull me back down to my roots. Then I can finish what we started."
The vision ended. I looked around. Everyone was gone. God appeared in front of me. The other hole in his head bled words and feelings. I recognized a few from back home, from before a package of death fell from the sky. He made me an offer.
"You. You saw another place. A place that was given too many second chances by its ruler and needs to have its ultimatum. You will go there. You will decide their fate. Bring the creation. It will help you."
I pondered the offer. It would save my life.
The static screamed for a moment, then stopped.
I touched the orb. He smiled at me, and thanked me. I was taken.
When I woke up again, I was here. In the suit I saw in my vision. I knew what needed to be done. I know what I need you to do. Help me. Find me. Pull me back down to my roots. Then, I can finish what we started. It's up to you to do this.
Your search begins.
Per 
