WITHIN THE LIBRARY, YOU MAY SEEK,
BUT AT A PRICE: A SECRET YOU MUST KEEP,
NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN,
FOR YOU KNOW TOO MUCH.
Foreword: This tab will hold all information in regards to my attempted articles related to SCPs, as opposed to tales, which will receive a tab of its own when I begin to attempt to write tales again.
| Item # |
Nickname |
Status |
| SCP-XXXX |
The Serpent Itself |
Drafted |
| SCP-XXXX |
The Unwilling Reality Bender |
Conceptualized |
| SCP-XXXX-J |
The (Not) Furry Regime |
Conceptualized |
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The Serpent Itself
| Item #: SCP-XXXX |
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Object Class: Euclid |
| Level 3 Clearance |
Threat Level: Orange ● |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently contained within a high-threat chamber within Site-54. SCP-XXXX cannot be placed within situations threatening its life, as to avoid a potential containment breach. In the event of a containment breach, SCP-XXXX is to be sedated via the use of a heavy-duty paralytic agent, and placed back in containment. Any records written by PoI-3299 are to be confiscated transcribed and kept within Storage Sector-North.
Testing on SCP-XXXX should be approved by at least two-thirds of the Foundation's International Research and Security Council (FIRSC), and should be supervised by no less than ten security guards and armed research personnel. Class-D personnel involved in testing regarding SCP-XXXX must be given an in-depth briefing, and lecture on the anomaly's behavioral patterns.
When approaching the anomaly, do so in a careful manner. As we have previously established, any hostile actions towards the anomaly, or in general, may result in the deaths of many. Please handle the situation as if it were an attempt to balance out life from death— which is exactly what this is. For the safety of yourself, and many others, we advise that you do follow this rule above all else.
- Dr. Heinrich to D-23470 before Experiment Log No. 32.
It is advised that security assigned to guarding SCP-XXXX's containment are to remain quiet at all times, as to avoid provoking the anomaly, and that security are to only be armed with suppressed rifles using sedative rounds (as to prevent a complete containment breach). Attempts to find LoI-3299-A have been inconclusive.
Should any damages be present within SCP-XXXX's chambers, SCP-XXXX is to be sedated, and an armed repair crew is to be dispatched.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a wooden toy snake, of which measures at 6 meters in length. SCP-XXXX mimics the movement of a snake, and has the same behavioral patterns as an Echis carinatus. When put in a life-threatening situation, SCP-XXXX will tend to act extremely aggressive, emitting a chemical agent, similar to the hexavalent form of chromium, in attempts to ward off aggressors. The exact creation method of SCP-XXXX is unknown, but is hinted to in almost all of the writings of PoI-3299. Through what knowledge has been gained, the only established information of SCP-XXXX's purpose was to protect LoI-3299-A, of which was not found upon recovery.
SCP-XXXX was created by PoI-3299 somewhere between the late 1970s and the early 1980s. PoI-3299 was a member of GoI "Serpent's Hand," and was created (as mentioned previously) as a method of protection for LoI-3299-A.
Addendum XXXX-1: PoI-3299 has created several poems, all of which are contradictory in some manner. All poems are related to the creation of SCP-XXXX, as well as PoI-3299's history. So far, only five poems have been fully located and transcribed, and it is unknown if anymore exist within PoI-3299's home. Personnel that wish to view said poems must be authorized by a person above level-4 clearance.
Welcome to the **SITE-54 ANOMALY RECORDS** Database, user!
You are currently accessing **TRANSCRIBED WRITINGS OF POI-3299**!
the Way
Once upon a time,
There was a young boy,
This young boy was not ordinary,
For he had all knowledge.
He obtained this knowledge through the Way,
The Way to the deepest depths of the Wanderer's Library.
No-one knew of the Way except for the boy and his Mother,
Mother didn't approve of the usage of the Way,
So the boy killed her.
Law enforcement didn't seem to notice the culprit,
Standing at only 1.32 meters,
Of whom knew about everything,
Even the Keters!
It was only that when he got old,
That he dabbled in the bold,
To make a protectorate for the Way,
So the intruders can pay for what they may do.
He found something of use: A book of Magic;
He grabbed an old toy: a wooden snake,
and made it into the Serpent,
He fed it power,
He fed it life,
He fed it knowledge,
And he fed it justice.
Never
One faithful day,
A boy sat down in one of the deepest corners of what he called the "place of knowledge,"
This "place of knowledge" was not ordinary,
It was extraordinary,
For it contained centuries of recorded information,
From Socrates' many lectures made into transcripts,
To the Foundation's deepest secrets!
This boy dabbled in the anomalous himself,
Wondering when he would strike gold.
The aforementioned time soon came true,
When the boy grew old,
Worrisome for his route to the place of knowledge,
The boy went for broke,
Trying the bold,
The risky,
The impossible.
The boy grabbed a toy of his: a wooden snake,
And fed it power,
He fed it life,
He fed it knowledge,
And he fed it justice.
The toy soon manifested into a truly anomalous being: the Serpent.
The boy smiled a horrific smile, spreading it from ear-to-ear.
"Eureka!" He called out with a cheer,
"The moment is here!" He cried, merrily.
He went to work, writing essay, poem, and the like,
Hoping his creation did not show as unexplained,
"Where would the fun be here?" He puzzled, his hand stroking his grey beard,
"Hmm. Give it a twist! Place words here, and here!"
The boy scrapped his ideas prior,
A new goal set even higher:
Confuse the men and women who find my invention!
Make them scramble, make them read! Over and over!
"They will never know the truth," said the boy,
"For I am brighter."
The boy died only six months later,
He committed suicide, still smiling when he was found,
The police didn't know what lay in his room,
For the door was locked!
The key laid hidden, and was found most recently,
To where the Foundation quickly dispatched Mobile Task Force: Upsilon-63,
To contain his beast,
Left there for months, years!
And they shall never know the truth.
Never, shall they know the truth.
Notes: In this particular poem, PoI-3922 near-perfectly predicts his death, alongside the events that followed. It is currently unknown as to how PoI-3922 managed this; research is ongoing.
Lost
A boy sat alone in his room,
Staring at his assortment of toys.
This boy was not ordinary,
Far from it.
This boy was a Serpent,
A Serpent from birth.
His family was full of Serpents,
And none doubted it.
How they came to be was unknown to the boy,
But why would he care?
He had a passageway,
One that led him to great secrets and treasures beyond human comprehension:
A library, packed full of knowledge, recorded for an uncountable amount of years.
This child was quite interested in what he read,
And grabbed what he could reach before heading to bed.
He spent countless days and nights reading,
Trying to find something that peaked his interested,
But all he could find was…
…The anomalous.
The SCP Foundation. Corrupt and cruel.
Keeping so many secrets from society.
Damn, that's not cool.
The amount of neglect the government gave this organization was worrisome.
"How could this be?" He pondered.
Once he learnt about why he had never heard of them in light when in the library,
He had no doubt!
He had to protect the Way,
The Way to the knowledge!
Once he was older, he was able to accomplish:
The bold! The daring! The all-so impossible!
He dabbled in what the Foundation caged:
The anomalous!
He created a creature,
Oh-so strong,
That he himself became worrisome of its potential.
He locked it away, just like the Foundation,
He planned to hang as a form of apology,
And only hoped to give the Foundation a monstrosity.
"Oh, woe is me. What to do?" He pondered, months before his time.
His hands stroked his bearded chin, whilst still in his prime.
"Why not give them a nice plot screw!"
"Send them down, through theory and theory,"
"Make them wonder what and why,"
"When and how!"
"Where? What time?"
Questions were buzzing,
Making him feel more dominant,
Oh, such a feeling!
"Better get writing," he said to himself,
"I shall not be caught by the Foundation knocking," He spoke with a gained might,
"I shall not be explained for my actions," He again spoke, his voice louder than before.
"But I should quiet down, to avoid a 'disturbing the peace' notice at my door." He joked, a smile on his face.
"Better get to work."
"Better quicken my pace!"
Foreward: In this poem, PoI-3299 references to the Foundation as "you."
Simplicity
Oh, fuck it.
Let's shorten this one.
I am close to death,
So shut your mouth.
You'll never find what you're looking for,
As there is too much surface area to explore.
What you've done cannot be fixed,
For I, [PoI-3299], have studied in your methods:
To catch and lock away the beauty of the extranormal.
Why do so?
Why not let them free?
If you are so scared of them,
Make sure humanity lets them be.
There are many SCPs that can be proven beneficial,
But you will never change your ways,
Even when faced with the Devil,
You will play your cards,
And by cards,
I mean your MTFs.
You'll never know where the Way is,
Nor will you ever find out the true story.
Why even try?
It's a painstaking process to put things together,
And so I ripped it a part,
Scrambled it, if you may,
And I have thrown them to you,
Let's see how you play.
Notes: This poem is the most hostile out of all five transcribed writings, and shows no hint as to where LoI-3299-A is/was.
Restless
Restless, have I become,
Staring into disarray.
How did I let this happen?
I cannot say.
I am left with questions unsolved,
A rope hung in front of me,
A quest come to end.
I am tired of the abuse,
The torture,
The abyss.
I feel as if it is my time now,
For I am at the end of my days.
The young, daring boy I once was,
Protective of the Way.
Living by my lonesome,
With knowledge gained everyday.
I have no clue where to go,
What to do.
A rope hung in front of me,
Restless, have I become.
Note: This was the initial writing of PoI-3299 before his eventual suicide, found approximately 3 meters away, on a table. Tear stains were found covering the note, obscuring a portion of the writing.
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