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Concept: Humanoid, unlucky guy, always causing catastrophic events, willingly goes into Foundation containment. It always accidentally breaches containment, including but not limited to a D-Class stabbing it in the chest during a escape attempt, its food being poisoned, a earthquake ripping apart its cell, etc. Include one intro interview log, a notable accidents log (where he enters a black dimension to not hurt anyone anymore, but the place itself spills him out), and the final addendum, where it's revealed that the subject broke a mirror seven years ago, and is now considered non-anomalous.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid Keter
Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]
Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]
Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]
| Item #: SCP-XXXX | Level 2/XXXX |
| Object Class: Euclid | Classified |
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-XXXX is to be closed off with a steel hatch, with guards patrolling an area of 150 meters around it. SCP-XXXX is disguised as an animal preservation area. Any instances of SCP-XXXX-1 attempting to leave the cave entrance are to be terminated immediately. Any non-Foundation personnel who find the cave entrance or explore the cave system are to be administered Class-B amnestics. SCP-XXXX must be monitored daily for any changes in behavior.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a cave located within the Wind Cave National Park in South Dakota, United States. The main section of SCP-XXXX has large biological growths protruding out of its walls, is approximately 10km long, ranges from 3 to 48m in height and 5 to 45m in width. Analysis of limestone and sandstone previously located within the cave has confirmed that SCP-XXXX originates from the Cenozoic era.
The width of the growths varies from 1 to 60m. Research indicates that the growths appear to function as a vascular system for a liquid visually and physically similar to blood. Subjects have observed several biological structures which appear to resemble human organs, the most notable case being a 60-meter-tall heart suspended over the main section of the cave, connected to various other segments of SCP-XXXX. Subjects unanimously report a feeling of being watched while inside SCP-XXXX despite no evidence of the anomaly nor its instances possessing optical organs.
Periodically, white, spherical, single-celled organisms 2.5 meters in height which display significant resistance to damage will appear in SCP-XXXX (referred to hereafter as SCP-XXXX-1). SCP-XXXX-1 is able to move using hundreds of thorn-like appendages on its body which it uses to roll itself, reaching up to 12.5/kph. SCP-XXXX-1 is aggressive towards any sentient carbon-based organisms in proximity to SCP-XXXX, and is capable of incapacitating an organism via anomalous absorption of the foreign body mass into its own; effects on the organism following this point are unknown. (See Addendum XXXX.2 and XXXX.3 for more details).
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered on 12/09/1973 after several reports of missing speleologists who were last seen before entering the cave system. Local police and researchers were sent to explore the area, causing six disappearances. The Foundation was subsequently notified of SCP-XXXX; Class-C amnestics were administered to employees of the Wind Cave National Park and the event was disguised as a coyote attack. This event is referred to in records as Event XXXX-1.
Addendum XXXX.1: InterviewNote: Andrew Martell, a Wind Cave National Park employee who was present during Event XXXX-1, agreed to an interview with a Foundation agent disguised as a Park Service agent.
Interviewed: Andrew Martell
Interviewer: Doctor Hemingway
Foreword: Interview made at 12/09/1973.
<Begin Log, 20:05:11>
Dr. Hemingway: Hello, Mr. Martell.
Andrew Martell: Hey.
Dr. Hemingway: So, I want you to tell me what you saw that night. Explain it clearly.
Andrew Martell: I'll try to. Well, yesterday, I was in my office, sleeping, when Mr. Porter woke me up and told me something about helping some policemen search for missing people in one of our caves. I agreed, because what else could I do, huh?
I agreed to it, and I came to the policemen. They talked about some missing 'steleologists' and to take them to that cave. I took them, and they told me to wait for them. "We're thinking it might be coyotes, Mr. Martell. Wait for more orders and stay close to us. We're going to need more help." So I stayed there for a good fifteen minutes, and I got angry. When I was preparing myself to leave, I heard…
Dr. Hemingway: Take deep, short breaths, and tell me what you heard. I'll wait for you.
Andrew Martell: I heard screams and gunshots. I got worried, and I don't know what took me… (Pauses) I should have left and screamed for help, but I just came closer, and I went inside that damned cave.
I'd never seen anything quite like what I saw when I entered it. Blood, guts, you name it, fucking smeared all over the place. I thought to myself, ''Andrew, you gotta leave. This isn't for you.'' I turned around and I saw one of the policemen who talked to me that day, all bloody and screaming for help, running into my way. I took him into my arms, astonished, and we left the godforsaken place.
I was just about to get help, but I heard a scream. The scream was different from any other I'd ever heard. Like an animal getting hanged in its last breath. And it appeared, got out of the cave entrance…Dr. Hemingway: What appeared? Be more clear.
Andrew Martell: A fucking monster appeared, I don't know. A giant white round thing, full of thousands of spikes, coming our way. We ran for our lives for what seemed like days. I turned back, and I-uh-I saw the thing, yeah, it was rolling to reach us, in a way that didn't seem… it just didn't seem right. We were quickly losing, it was catching up to us.Dr. Hemingway: Mr. Martell. Tell me what happened.
Andrew Martell: I pushed him. And I ran for help. I saw the man fall and scream. I saw the thing finally reaching him. I saw it swallowing him, with a sound that must have came from hell. I saw him staring at me, with the eyes of a dead man. (Pauses) I needed to survive. For my family.
I killed a man… and only God knows what that thing is doing to him.
<End Log, [20:34:17]>Closing Statement: Andrew Martell refused to answer more questions. After the interview, he was administered Class-B amnestics and released.
Note: The following log is a transcription of audio and video recordings gathered during a Foundation search and exploration attempt into SCP-XXXX on 12/24/1973.
[BEGIN LOG]
Agents Rick, Gabriel and Russell enter SCP-XXXX through its main entrance. Each agent is equipped with a flashlight and a Colt M16 firearm. Light enters SCP-XXXX's pathway.
Rick: Alright, let's go. Microphone and cameras all set up. Proceed with insertion.
Gabriel: Remember, we don't have any idea of what we're going to see. Don't ever let your guard down.
Team proceeds forward.
Russell: The air feels…strange. The pressure here… It's almost suffocating me.
Rick: Let's just go forward.
Agent Gabriel suddenly stops walking.
Gabriel: Do you smell this?
Russell: Smell what?
Gabriel: Something rotten… Let me see if I can find anything.
Flashlight illuminates the area next to Agent Gabriel. Organ growths and a reddish substance leaking from the walls is clearly visible. Agent Gabriel approaches the growths and touches them.
Gabriel: What is this?
Rick: Be careful. We have no idea what this is. (Pauses) There's definitely something happening here.
Gabriel: We need to get a sample of this and send it back to Command. I'll do that right now, and you two can cover me.
Agent Gabriel starts collecting tissue material; the organs begin to pulsate and leak the same liquid substances secreting from the walls.
Gabriel: That's… strange.
After five minutes, Agent Gabriel stops collecting tissue and steps away from the growths.
Gabriel: Alright, it's done. C'mon, let's move.
The agents walk through SCP-XXXX's cave system for one hour and fifteen minutes, changing directions and stopping to drink and rest time to time. SCP-XXXX's organ growths start to appear more frequently, extending from the walls and eventually covering all of the pathway.
Russell: This place…. we can barely move, and I have a strange feeling that someone's been watching over me.
Gabriel: We'll just see how far we can get through, and make a report back to HQ, okay?
Rick: Come here.
Gabriel: What?
Rick: I said to come here. (Pauses) Now.
Gabriel: Uh, okay.
Agents Gabriel and Russell walk past the pathway with difficulty and reach Agent Rick. Through an entryway, a suspended heart of gigantic proportions is clearly visible, contracting. Around it, connected to the walls, several human faces and body parts are noticeable, reacting as if in pain.
Russell: What is this?
Gabriel: Let's leave. We—we gathered enough data. This can get dangerous.
Rick: Go. I'll cover you two from behind.
Gabriel: Thanks, R. We will get you soon.
Agent Rick and Gabriel start running past the entryway, firearms at the ready. Gunshots and a scream is heard after forty seconds.
Russell: What was that? Is Rick okay?
Gabriel: Don't lose focus. We will come back for him later, with a better team. First, we'll leave this place.
Two instances of SCP-XXXX-1 appear, and block the agents' pathway.
Russell: What are those things?
Gabriel: Take them down. Now!
Agent Russell and Gabriel start shooting the SCP-XXXX-1 instances, who immediately back down. A white liquid substance starts leaking from them.
Gabriel: This is our chance! Let's go!
The agents run past the injured SCP-XXXX-1 instances. For half an hour, they attempt to leave SCP-XXXX's interior in a distressed state, changing directions and stopping to rest for short periods of time.
Russell: Gabriel.
Gabriel: (Sigh) What?
Russell: Just… come here.
Agent Gabriel reaches Agent Russell. In front of them, an adult male is adhered to a wall, apparently still breathing and with what is believed to be his small intestine extruding from his mouth and eyes.
Gabriel: Good lord…
Russell: If we don't rush ourselves, we'll become like him.
Agent Gabriel shoots the adhered man's head.
Gabriel: Let's go, then. (Silently) May God rest his soul.
After twenty-two minutes, light is observed to be entering a pathway. Agent Gabriel then finds SCP-XXXX's main entrance.
Gabriel: R—Russell! Come here! I think I found it!
Agent Russell reaches Agent Gabriel.
Russell: Thank god.
Agent Russell and Agent Gabriel quickly run past SCP-XXXX's main entrance, and after one hour, reach a Wind Cave Park office, where they are received by Foundation personnel.
[END LOG]
Closing Statement: The current state and location of Field Agent Rick H. Bernard is unknown. A request for a rescue attempt into SCP-XXXX was denied by Site-██ Senior Researcher in 12/25/1973.
Note: On 12/29/1973, a radio signal coming from SCP-XXXX's interior was intercepted by Foundation personnel. It originated from Field Agent Herbert J. Rick radio transmitter, after his presumed death. A transcript of this transmission is included below..
Broadcast Log Transcript, 17:56:03
[BEGIN LOG]
I-is it… (Coughs) Uh, I think I got it.
Hey. Foundation Field Agent Herbert Jonas Rick here. Serial Number #340560, if you guys need further proof, like I know you need.
I finally managed to broadcast this message to Site-██ headquarters from my transmitter. Granted, it is now part of my arm, but still.
After I told Gabriel and Russell to leave and they got out, I was… absorbed by one of the things. G probably already met with them. If he's a-alive, he'll tell you what they are, and you can start your research.
I don't really remember being inside them. Probably immediately blacked out. All I know is that after one day, I woke up in this…. situation. I'm being assimilated, slowly commencing to make part of this… cave. My legs and torso are glued to the walls, and I can barely move. It fucking hurts like hell. It's like I'm literally melting. I know that I probably won't last for long. Probably two days or so before I turn up like the other guys in here. They don't think for themselves anymore. They just scream, and it's killing me.
I can't begin to describe what I'm seeing here. There's a man with his eye sockets attached to a someone's lungs. There's fucking kids in here, their bodies ripped halfway apart but still living. There's dozens of people with their insides leaving from every hole you can imagine. I— (Laughs) I can even consider myself lucky. This is hell on Earth, pure pain and disgust and nothing else.
After two days of being in here, I started to… understand. I started to somewhat feel what this place feels. It's like… a collective. (Coughs) A hive mind, I don't know. And there's something at the top of it, in control. I don't know exactly what it is, just that it wants me to know.
With my last bit of sanity, I'm here to warn the Foundation. I'm here to warn everyone. It won't take long before it's strong enough to get out of here. It hates, I can feel that. There's hundreds of humans and animals here, and something is harnessing our bodies and souls. Getting stronger. Some of us, it uses to create monsters to catch more people.
I beg you. Secure and contain and protect this cave. Don't let any living thing enter it. Leave us here, suffering, yes, but knowing that our families, that our world, are safe from it. That's the only thing I ask.
Agent Rick signing off.
Goodbye.
Static.
[END LOG]
Closing Statement: No further transmissions were received after this point.
Note: On 1985/04/30, a letter, apparently written by PoI-████, was apprehended in SCP-████'s previous residence in a standard security locker. A excerpt of said letter is included below.
Hello.
I'm you.I'm you from better days. Days you don't remember, right now. They made you forget.
You're confused. But please trust me.I don't know when are you reading this. I hope it isn't too late.
How can I begin this? Maybe with how I met John?
I met him in a cafe pub. He came to me with two hot drinks and said that I was the prettiest girl he ever saw, and that he wouldn't sleep at night without trying to talk with me. I thought he was a creep. But his smile was so nice and charming I couldn't help but talk to him, too.
We traded our phone numbers, and I left. He called me half an hour later. I answered.
After that, we wouldn't stop talking. He always called me at exactly 10PM.
Our first kiss was in his friend's party he invited me for. Not exactly the best place, but it's something I hold dear in my heart. We started dating the day after. These were the best days of my life. Not much time after, he proposed to me. I said yes.
He told me a few weeks after we married. Told me to sit down, with tears in his eyes. Said that ever since he was nine, he could move and make things at his will. He made a bowl fly in front of my eyes, and one second later it was a pair of flowers. He asked me what I thought of him, now. If I thought he was a demon, or a monster, or a liar.
I told him no. That I understand. That I love him for what he is, and nothing would break what we had, not even this. I only asked him one thing: to never tell anyone, besides me. He promised, and we moved on.
After he told me, and I realized what type of world I lived in, I had nightmares day and night. I thought of shady government agents, taking him from me, forever. I started seeing them in real life, too. Always on the lookout, making notes about us as we left houses and restaurants. Sometimes, I wondered if my own friends were them, too.
I began taking heavy medicine, trying to stop this hell. My memory grew worse everyday, and there was I time I forgot my parents' faces. I cried myself to sleep many times.
And then, the day came. He told me he lost his job, and we couldn't live like that forever. He told me it was just one time, one time he would use it, to help us, financially. He said he wouldn't steal from anyone, that the bank had money to spare, and no one would notice. I told him no, that they would notice, and they would take him from me. We fought, and he left the house.
He came back a few hours after, with a huge grin in his face, holding thousands of dollars in a small jacket. “See?”, he said, “I told you. It's too easy. No one's coming for us.”
I was relieved. But I also wasn't sure.
He was gone a day later.
I left the house, and my city. I searched for him everywhere. There were no traces. No one even remembered him. Not even his closest friends.
No one.
I knew they had taken him. And I knew they would take me, too. I knew they would make me forget.
They tried.
Kidnapped me one time. When I was having dinner in a roadhouse.
Took me to a cold, metallic room. Full of black logos and papernotes. Stuck burning wires in my body. The same medicine I used, I thought.
I didn't forget. By God's miracle, I didn't forget.
Or maybe the dose was too weak. Or maybe I was used to it.
After they released me, I came back to our house, to write the letter you're holding now.When they realize I'm still looking for him, that I still remember and cherish him, they'll come back. They'll come back, and they won't make the same mistake they did. I know.
So I ask.
Don't forget, too. For us.
Come back for him.
With love,
Maria.
