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Welya strolled out of the packed mission room, which was currently filled with other operators from mission control and command. She breathed out slowly and smiled: Another successful mission with another successful containment, more or less.
Commander Ryker approached the young woman in the bleak, white hallway. "Good job on getting the Gardeners through that one, Wel's! You really had to relay and block out messages during that one, huh?"
"Yeah, I suppose. I think it's just the tension, but they don't really mean to hurt each other. They're still upset over losing Jane."
"Yeah, yeah…Well, at any rate, good thinking with blocking out team two's audio team input, but leaving their local output up and running; really let them focus and got them out of that Greenhouse."
"Thank you, sir." Welya smiled more inwardly than how she seemed. The stress had almost broken her a few moments ago, with the screams and screeches scaring a small part of her, buried under years of mission operating. Luckily, trauma was never a trend followed for Welya, and her psychological training had proven it.
"Don't thank me yet, Wel's. I have another mission for you. Or should I say: Investigation. Long-term. You'll be second-in-command on Comm's this time." He handed her a blue manila file. Only a few sheets of paper hid within it. "Read through these if you can, and attend the briefing tomorrow; the room and all that fun stuff is on the first page. Best wishes, Operator Lynch." He spun on his heel and quickly walked off, leaving Welya slightly surprised.
By the time he turned the corner, Welya read the mission objective:
Primary Objective: To investigate the assets held within SCP-5929, uncover the reason behind the assaults, and defend against said assaults.
Fun times.
1 Day, 2 Hours, and 23 Minutes Later…
"Welcome to Area-Fifty-Nine-Twenty-Nine, new operatives!"
Welya stood at attention with seven other new staff members, despite her serious jet lag. They were all dressed in what the Foundation considered "Librarian" attire — anything that looked drab and comfortable enough for women in their mid-forties to wear, naturally. They really were stereotyping, but the Foundation must have put the whole containment guise in a hurry because of the continuous nature of the SCP, Welya guessed. In her faded maroon clothes, she glanced at the badges of the other new recruits. They were all from communications, analytics, and historical investigation, meaning that one-third of them would be getting along, while the other two-thirds would be busy arguing between modern statistics and historical records. At any rate, it wasn't Welya's main concern: that award went to the information currently spilling out of the man in front of them.
The man orienting them was Captain Lockerbie, and very enthusiastic. He had a wild bush of black facial hair that only served to make it more obvious when he was excited, and despite the bland uniform requirements, he looked sleek and professional in a black three-piece suit. Within the next few minutes, he brightly explained that they were all assigned to SCP-5929, to work on discovering the library's secrets, and to help defend against the temporarily-animated stuffed animals that consistently attempted to gain access behind the library's new fortifications with…Suicidal explosives? Yes, he declared to the confused recruits, the entities collectively known as SCP-5929-A were responsible for the potential danger brought on by this assignment. Thankfully, to most people unless they liked shooting things for a living, they were part of the investigation and coordination responsibilities of the Area, and were deemed as INTEGRITY staff. Welya knew that all of them must have been briefed on these specifics beforehand, but she also knew that there was no cutting corners when it came to containment. Welya began to lose focus once Captain Lockerbie went into the specifics of stations and duties and timings and…
The orientation was finished when the Captain cheerfully announced, "Okay…Well, that's all I have for the Orientation. I'm sure all of you were more or less aware of the situation before you were sent over. Now, let's see…The time is 11:02 PM, which means we only have about two hours before a potential assault can occur. I'd like for all of you to first get settled in the living area, and then meet back here with the officers for your division. They'll be waiting for you here." The library space around them was known as the "Internal" section of the library, housing most of the books and printed material. This was where they would be spending most of their time, searching for secrets and defending from the inside. All of the agents moved to leave the circular space, lead by another agent to the dorms. Welya quickly followed after a second glance at the oak shelves and comfortable lighting. She didn't want to be late for one-o'-clock.
4 Days, 2 Hours, and 8 Minutes Later…
It was the fourth day on the job. Welya was glad it had been easy to adjust. There hadn't been any new developments, but it didn't matter now. It was one-ten in the morning, and she patiently waited once again at her station, wondering if tonight was the night that they would come.
Ten minutes later, the alarm sequence blared after all. Animated entities are manifesting within a radius of: 9.4 meters.
That was much closer than usual, Welya thought. Everyone was thrown into a high-energy, but organized, frenzy. From within the "Internal" section of the library, she heard the fire-throwers used by the security teams activate, and the consequent explosions that followed from the explosives. She could easily imagine them blazing through the approaching stuffed animals. But she quickly realized there was something wrong: there wasn't any noise coming from the South or West sides, even though there was most definitely going to be a stuffie in those directions soon.
The chief Comm' was occupied with directing the flow of weaponry and accounting for people in Internal; Welya decided to check on it herself. There were four three-person security teams surrounding the perimeter—one for each compass direction. She checked on the head-camera feeds for all of the teams, displayed in grids on four different monitors. Fire and cotton flew over the screens for Teams North and East. Team West was standing by, since no instances had manifested over there yet. Team South was another story altogether. Welya's initial shock quickly subsided into anxiety.
She turned a dial remote in her hand to channel South. "Cease fire!" She barked into her headset. "Approach with caution and record the audio."
Apparently, one of the stuffed animals stopped moving and was attempting to communicate. It was similar to a green puppet of Kermit, except with a backpack that was no doubt an explosive. Its mouth moved up and down, emitting an eerie voice like a nauseated echo, although it was currently to garbled because of distance to make out clearly on the recording equipment.
Agent Nyo stepped cautiously closer. Only three meters away. So she could hear and record. Her flamethrower was armed when she approached. Then, all of a sudden, the audio picked up and Welya gasped.
"…aside and let us pass. This is not your fight. You do not understand. There is more to see than what is on the shelves."
Welya spoke up through the connection. "Ask 'Who are you?'" Nyo complied.
"We are the factory defects that did not die, from the factory that refused to shut down. There is a library, there is a factory, there is a café, and there is an inn. We are from a factory. This is the library."
"What's with the explosives?" Nyo echoed.
There was a beat of silence. "If you will not let us pass, then at least check something for us. Is there a woman by the name of Alma Tosar?"
Welya froze. She felt Nyo tense up through the communication link. Alma was the lead librarian, who remained with the Foundation team to help sort through the historical records and the shelves upon shelves of literary content. She was there when the anomaly first cropped up, a few months ago, and she was completely harmless. Right?
"Yes."
"I see. Then I advise you to watch yourselves. There is more to look at than the drab clothing. Goodbye."
A flamethrower jet and a quick explosion later, more stuffed animals began appearing on the South side. Everything returned to normal, it seemed. Welya switched to the different channels and quickly made sure everything was fine. She managed the waves, went through the motions.
20 minutes later, Welya Lynch was off to Lockerbie's office. He'd want to see this, she knew.
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Item #: SCP-4175
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be placed in a standard secure locker in Site-21. SCP-XXXX must also be kept within a box with dimensions as close to that of SCP-XXXX as possible (50.8 cm x 50.8 cm), in order to ensure that it is not able to move and produce sound. The box must be made out of a completely opaque material. Visual monitoring is prohibited.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a spherical object with a radius of 25.4 centimeters. From prior reports, SCP-XXXX seems to be made of a dark-gray metal substance, but no material test has been conducted, as further testing is pending approval (See Addendum XXXX-02). The weight of SCP-XXXX, as ascertained from pressure sensors, is approximately 10 kilograms. SCP-XXXX is completely covered by a memetic pattern inscribed into its surface, causing the anomalous properties mentioned below. SCP-XXXX exhibits no other anomalous traits regarding its physical form.
SCP-XXXX produces a strong memetic effect on humans, or any other living animals, that engage in visual, tactile, or auditory perception of SCP-XXXX (hereby designated as SCP-XXXX-1). SCP-XXXX's primary anomalous effect is triggered within approximately three (3) milliseconds of initial perception. After this time, SCP-XXXX-1 is compelled to maintain perceptual contact with SCP-XXXX and is unable to sever this contact without external intervention (See Testing Log SCP-XXXX-01). An instance of SCP-XXXX-1 will begin and continue to be as still as possible1, while also maintaining perceptual contact with SCP-XXXX. Within this state, SCP-XXXX-1 is unable to fall asleep or feel sensations resulting from external stimuli, including, but not limited to, pain, fear, surprise, or fatigue. Instances of SCP-XXXX-01 are also unable to speak, move, or perform any other conscious function except maintaining perceptual contact of SCP-XXXX. This state of compulsion appears to last indefinitely until SCP-XXXX-1 loses perceptual contact with SCP-XXXX, expires, or is otherwise rendered unconscious. If the perceptual contact of SCP-XXXX held by an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 is broken for more than three seconds, the instance of SCP-XXXX-1 will feel compelled to reestablish contact with SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX's secondary anomalous effect occurs when another human or living animal engages in visual, tactile, or auditory perception of an instance SCP-XXXX-1 (hereby designated as SCP-XXXX-2), or another instance of SCP-XXXX-2. When an instance of SCP-XXXX-2 perceives an instance of SCP-XXXX-1, they will exhibit all of the properties of an instance of SCP-XXXX-1, save for the object of focus, which would instead be an instance of SCP-XXXX-1. This includes the capability to induce the creation of further SCP-XXXX-2 instances.
On 02/██/2019, SCP-XXXX was first located in █████████████, Florida, during an attack by an anomalous terrorist group on the Florida National Guard. Reports of undercover agents at the time established the belief that an extremely contagious memetic disease was involved, and MTF Upsilon-4 ("Sugar Pill") was deployed to neutralize and contain the potential object and, if possible, neutralize the threat posed by the terrorist group. Soon after deployment and an initial encounter with SCP-XXXX, it was discovered that SCP-XXXX was a physical object with memetic properties and not a memetic disease. Despite the object being outside of the specialty of MTF Upsilon-4, initial containment was successfully enacted, and the potential of SCP-XXXX as a memetic asset in the field was discussed.
Addendum XXXX-01:
Addendum XXXX-02:
