Azurastralis's Sandbox

Item#: XXXX

Level3

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

vlam

Risk Class:

caution

link to memo

 

"Britain's Finest" Vineyard, dated July 29, 1921. Recovered from SCP-XXXX's estate winery during 198█ capture of SCP-XXXX.

Special Containment Procedures: Due to it's extreme sensitivity to moisture and hygroscopic properties, interaction and SCP-XXXX itself is to be kept within a hermetically sealed pressurized 10 x 10 x 10 meter containment cell. 8 Foundation-modified █-████ dehumidifiers, 2 per containment wall with 8 meters separation, are to be active constantly. In the event of site-wide power loss, backup generator systems to supply the cell will automatically activate. Liquids within 15 meters of SCP-XXXX's containment, excluding the entity's own collection, are prohibited.

Relative hygrometer levels of the interior chamber are, at all times, to remain at >1% humidity. In the event of testing or entry of SCP-XXXX's containment, the sealed entrance chamber to SCP-XXXX's cell is to be equalized in both pressure and humidity levels within the cell.

The entity's broad range of desiccation control disallows the following in use of it's containment, excluding within testing:

• Drinks and consumables
• Liquid-based medicinal supplies (isopropyl alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, ibuprofen, etc.)
• Aerosols and pressurized containers
• Wet-cell batteries
• LCD (liquid crystal) displays/monitors¹
• Any and all liquid-cooled technology
• Any and all forms of biological life not meeting SCP-XXXX's guidelines (see below)

Physical interaction with SCP-XXXX is prohibited due to it's cognitohazardous nature. Any and all somatic testing, during which such interaction is required, must be met with strict guidelines in order to maintain SCP-XXXX's complacency:

SCP-XXXX Interaction Guidelines

1	Exterior garments and articles of clothing, while not necessarily required to be manufactured of the period itself, are to be fashioned in pre-1950's vogue.
2	SCP-XXXX is to be treated with respect and recognition, as well as an air of consistent attentiveness when feasible.
3	Subjects, when referring to the entity verbally, are not to use titles such as SCP-XXXX, entity, or further analogous dehumanizing labels.
4	SCP-XXXX is to be referred to by subjects as "Mr. Grant". If a title request is made by SCP-XXXX, subjects are to comply.
5	Any and all drinks offered by SCP-XXXX are to be accepted with respect and gratitude.
6	Orders by experiment and current study lead Doctor ██████ Hussin are to be met with immediate action and compliance, if possible.
7	Orders by Doctor ██████ Hussin overrule orders by SCP-XXXX, including the above.

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SCP-XXXX Secured Containment Protection Chamber

Physical Layout Iteration ██.████.███

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Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity composed entirely of spongin material originating from a non-anomalous specimen of spongia australis, a demosponge-class species of sea sponge under the order dictyoceratida (or "horny" sponges). Lime-based spongin skeleton needles, fibres, and collagen proteins make up the majority of SCP-XXXX's form, however analysis shows total cell death within all of SCP-XXXX's spongeous material.

Taking on a vividly yellow appearance, the spongin matter within SCP-XXXX has bonded with a solution of lead iodide and a ceramic compound of hexagonal boron nitride (h-BN). SCP-XXXX lacks any biological systems, most notably a skeleton, rather taking on an artificial exoskeleton. This exoskeleton is strikingly similar to the epidermis in human physiology, despite this non-replenishable layer being composed of heavily concentrated PTFE² "plates". At any given point on SCP-XXXX's body, this layer has a depth of approximately 1.4 centimetres, giving it strong resistance to a predominance of acids, alcohols, detergents and solvents, as well as a glossy appearance over its body.

Anomalous characteristics surrounding the entity's ability to seemingly convince sentient life to allow complete desiccation of all fluids within their body is being reviewed by Junior Researcher Sam █████.

Physicality & Desvinification

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SCP-XXXX is both animated and sentient, capable of bipedal movement similar to that of the average human. While lacking in physically apparent oral biology, the entity is capable of both speech and shown an advanced aptitude in the English language. While communicating, SCP-XXXX's voice is comparable to that of a middle-aged Northern British male, although inquiry with Foundation linguists has mostly failed in accurately placing a definitive "accent" on the entity's voice due to fluctuations in it's vernacular, verbal pronunciation, and varying claims by the entity itself. The entity has shown to respect those in it's presence, with calm demeanor and light emotion. With a moderately high degree of intelligence, SCP-XXXX has shown strong ability specializing in process of winemaking, and interest in general knowledge of human history.

Primarily used for it's desvinification³ process, SCP-XXXX possesses adept hygroscopic control over desiccation of fluids within its general vicinity, as well as habitual knowledge of such fluids within it. When desired, the entity's body begins to saturate itself with the targeted liquid, leaving unwanted impurities behind, and is able to release, eject, or sort these liquids at will. Despite physical barriers, the liquid itself transports directly into SCP-XXXX immediately, at a rate of flow controllable by the entity.

SCP-XXXX has the capability to utilize it's desiccation abilities for practical purposes, most notably as a form of defense and offense, though chooses only to do so when threatened, annoyed, or offended. The extent of of SCP-XXXX's ability is currently unknown, however upon aggravation, the entity's strength of control has proven to increase significantly.⁴

During interaction with biological subjects, SCP-XXXX is able to activate it's cognitohazardous properties, allowing alteration of it's victim's emotions, personality, pain reception, and visual reception. During both it's initial discovery/failed capture attempt⁵ and final capture, the entity's visual appearance took that of a tall middle-aged man, dressed in 1920s-esc formal wear. This appearance, a result of the entity's cognitohazardous effects, appears to only manifest during interaction with it's victims.

[UPDATED ~ 03/23/198█]

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Addendum XXXX.1

Initial Discovery and Containment Attempt

▷ Access fileserv:/S:/XXXX/files/int_disc.add

After its rediscovery ██ years following an initial failed capture attempt in 18██, SCP-XXXX was apprehended at Finest Collection Estate Winery due █ kilometer(s) northwest of ███, East Sussex, England and contained on March 14, 198█.

The entity, under the name of Prudencio Grant, garnered Foundation attention after it was scheduled to stand trial in the Crown Court of Lewes on the date of November ██, 18██ for the murder of 14 individuals. Desiccated corpses in light stages of decomposition were found on the entity’s property, self-run vineyard & winery “Britain’s Finest”. The corpses discovered - while heavily mutilated - were well-preserved, and matched local missing reports spanning back 4 years to 18██. SCP-XXXX confirmed it had performed the accused, but refused to expand further. Following this, SCP-XXXX was apprehended by local authorities and immediately referred to the Crown Court of Lewes. The entity, pleading not guilty, was sentenced guilty under 14 accounts of first-degree murder, and condemned to the death penality under British law.

It is believed directly after the trial, SCP-XXXX escaped the courtroom and the surrounding authorities, attracting the attention of nearby Foundation operatives. Approximately ██ bodies throughout the courtroom were identified during the following investigation. Each body was found to have expired from sudden and complete loss of cranial cerebrospinal fluid. Pressure on the brain from loss of buoyancy, compressing blood vessels, induced immediate comas and paralysis among victims, followed by total brain death. The situation was immediately forwarded to MTF Digamma⁶-7 "Seyvals", which apprehended SCP-XXXX outside of the courtroom after discovery.

SCP-XXXX had been, at the time, observing the investigation. A member of Digamma-7, at guard, had taken notice of the entity - in form of a tall middle-aged man - outside the entrance, holding a small glass of transparent flaxen liquid.⁷ Surviving witnesses had indicated that SCP-XXXX had been, at the time, in the same form, however upon approach by Foundation operatives lost this semblance and manifested itself into a form matching its current appearance.⁸ Contact with all Foundation operatives at the time was lost somewhere between the hours of [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Personnel at the scene were not recovered.

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Incident Log: SCP-XXXX Visual Security Disruption [03/21/198█]

▷ Access fileserv:/S:/XXXX/files/vis_inc.log

In-Log Personnel:

• Researcher ████ ██████
• Junior Researcher Sam █████
• Agent 004-████████

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《 BEGIN LOG 》

Junior Researcher █████: Looking a-okay. Hygrometer levels just below one percent, we got one, two, uh, three - five - eight, all running, full power. Nice and dry. Like the document said.

Researcher ██████: Fresh from the print, too. Fastest I've ever seen a skip's file thrown together, guess he's pretty high-maintenance.

(Junior Researcher █████ stretches, then proceeds to reach over his desk, turning on several consecutive LCD-monitor computer displays, 5 displaying several video feeds from various angles of SCP-XXXX's containment chamber, the 2 closest displaying a standard Foundation login.)

(SCP-XXXX itself is crouched by the near-right corner of the room by a table-top record player, seemingly inspecting it. A single Foundation operative, Agent 004-████████, is standing by the chamber's entryway, hands empty, dressed in a green woman's A-line dress.)

(Staring over the remainder of SCP-XXXX's document, Junior Researcher █████ begins kneading his hand throughout his hair, seemingly in muse.)

Junior Researcher █████: Eh, I think they got a good idea of what to do with him a while back, I don't think he's new to us. Just slipped through our fingers, addendum says so here. [Junior Researcher █████ reaches a printed document of SCP-XXXX's file past his shoulder to Researcher ██████]

Researcher ██████: Thought so. Looks like after seeing what he can do, the Foundation came to an agreement with him, rather than bagging and booking him here. Definitely, well, the most extravagant cell I've ever seen. Also, is that double-oh-four? Never seen her in casual garb, I thought she wore her uniform to sleep.

Junior Researcher █████: It's a requirement. Gotta admit though, that thing has a good taste in fashion.

(Agent 004-████████, visibly unenthused, turns her head to the observation deck's window. As SCP-XXXX raises itself, she reverts her gaze back to SCP-XXXX, stiffening.)

Agent 004-████████: Does it meet your likings, Mr. Grant?

SCP-XXXX: Absolutely wonderful. This turntable, precisely what I wished, as well as the rest. I was admittedly getting tired of running business - it's hard to find a good taster with good tastes. Though, the customers, they I shall forever miss.

Agent 004-████████: It's only natural. We hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. Grant.

SCP-XXXX: I understand you're a busy woman - that, I greatly respect. I'd invite you for a drink, if it wouldn't cost me my residence.

Agent 004-████████: Of course.

Researcher ██████: Turn down the comm, it's crackling a bit.

(Junior Researcher █████ leans to comply, whilst glancing at the nearmost monitor to submit login credentials.)

SCP-XXXX: Oh.

Agent 004-████████: Sorry?

SCP-XXXX: Serving as a sommelier, it was my delight. I'm slightly perturbed at losing my customers. Your accommodations are satisfactory. I do, however, not appreciate the overall air of presumptuous control. Yes, those - [SCP-XXXX turns sharply, now facing the chamber's observation deck] - observing screens, liquid-crystal displays.

(All monitors within the SCP-XXXX observation deck immediately begin to display visual alterations, followed by instantaneous blacking of each monitor. Similar events taken place site-wide are reported. SCP-XXXX's containment chamber is put on immediate lockdown.)

《 END LOG 》

Post-Incident Notes:
Containment procedures updated, description updated, monitors replaced. Cost us a good amount, these things aren't cheap - especially the versions we use. Due to it's current track-record of calm behavior, the rest of the site's back to LCD, but out of precaution we've gone with CRT⁹ displays. It seems, even if only mildly upset, SCP-XXXX's desiccation control strengthens, as well as it's senses.
~ Dr. Hussin

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D-42567 Interaction & SCP-XXXX "Desvinification" Process

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Test Log XXXX.1: SCP-XXXX Interaction with Human Subject (D-42567)

Date: 03/23/198█
 
In-Log Personnel:

• Doctor ██████ Hussin
• Researcher ████ ██████
• D-42567
• Technician ████████ ████

D-42567 Material Inventory:

• Modified 1942 Feminal A-Line Dress (Orange, D-Class designation)
• Kevlar™ InteriProtect Vest
• Modified 1947 Leather Envelope Bag (Black)
• Standard ███ ECD¹⁰
• One (1) External Hygrometer
• Two (2) Internal Hygrometer(s)
• One (1) Original vinyl LP 12-inch recording of Gustav Holst’s The Planets, Op. 32 (1966, ██████ ████ Records, London Philharmonic Orchestra)

D-42567 was outfitted with a concealed Foundation-brand slim-fit InteriProtect vest, as per cautionary request. Worn over was an altered 1942 A-Line dress per containment procedures of SCP-XXXX. Items, such as the record, were given to D-42567 pre-stored within the bag.
~ Dr. Hussin

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《 BEGIN LOG 》

Researcher ██████: Good to go.

(D-42567 exhales smoothly, swiping at her sides several times.)

Doctor Hussin: Log recording. Stabilize pressure.

(A whining hiss lightly resonates throughout the audio.)

Technician ████: Counterpoising moisture levels. We can’t have him satisfied and smiling, right?

Researcher ██████: Ah, he always is, isn’t he?

Hussin: Right. Suit hygrometer readout dropping. D-42567, please confirm?

D-42567: Yeah, it looks like it’s as low as it goes. Should I open the door, or just wait?

Hussin: Wait, please. Internal containment hygrometer null, roger ██████?

Researcher ██████: Err, affirmative. Crack the seal?

Hussin: Permission granted.

(Preparation alarms blare as the quick metallic chimes of the unlocking door contrasts against a dull vibration.)

Hussin: D-42567? Please press your wrist upon the flashing touchpad to the right of the containment door.

(A low rush of air blows against D-42567’s earpiece.)

D-42567: Eugh, my tongue. [D-42567 smacks her lips several times and groans, glancing downwards to her attire]

Hussin: Continue, please. Greet SCP-XXXX as practiced.

D-42567: Right, of course. Does it like the colour orange?

Hussin: Keep your personal thoughts to a minimum unless asked, if you please. D-42567, continue.

(D-42567 hesitantly steps, strides fully into the short hallway connecting the rooms, then slows to a stop before entering. SCP-XXXX is standing with folded hands beside two chairs and a decorated wooden coffee table.)

SCP-XXXX: If you’re going to chat to yourself, please do so in the light.

D-42567: [D-42567 complies and briskly straightens her composure] Pleasant day, isn’t it? Of course, ignoring the staleness of this air. You wouldn’t happen to have a glass of water, would you, Mr. Grant?

SCP-XXXX: Ah, I’m impressed. You fellows do know how to treat a man. Do you drink?

D-42567: Well, I’m in the mood for some water. As I said, sorry.

SCP-XXXX: You don’t mind some flavour, of course? With respect, water is fundamental, though I prefer something perhaps more rich. Do you drink?

D-42567: M-, yes and no. I’d prefer something less intoxicating, if that’s what you’re implying.

Hussin: D-42567, any drinks offered by SCP-XXXX are to be taken with respect and gratitude.

SCP-XXXX: Intoxicating? Of course not. Just some light white. It’s rather sweet; reminds me of you.

D-42567: Oh, well, thanks. And yeah, sweet does sound good. As long as it's cold.

SCP-XXXX: Chilled, as always.

(SCP-XXXX strides over to a wooden icebox, one out of a row of several, opening the hinged door quietly. SCP-XXXX retrieves a frosted glossy-green bottle of clear liquid out of several dozen organized bottles. Following this, SCP-XXXX sidesteps to a glass-paned cupboard, and stops, facing away from D-42567 .)

SCP-XXXX: I’m particularly fond of Holst as well; your taste aligns with mine. The flutter among the music community was quite memorable. There’s a turn-table next to the entrance, if you’d please.

D-42567: I, did I- yes. It’s nice.

Hussin: Comply according to procedure.

(D-42567 silently unbuttons her bag to retrieve its contents, while moving to the record player. When reached, she lays a vinyl record of Gustav Holst’s The Planets symphony, methodically applying the needle. The recording crackles, then rises with Mercury, The Winged Messenger. SCP-XXXX opens the glass door, taking hold of a small-bowled wine glass and cloth, wiping it of dust.)

SCP-XXXX: Mm, London's Philharmonic. Is there any particular reason for your selection?

D-42567: Yes, it's, ahah. I enjoy it. It’s incredibly calming.

SCP-XXXX: Calming? You find the gnawing pizzicato and screaming brass of Mars, the sweeping strings of Jupiter rising and falling as aeroplanes in a storm do so, the mysterious whispers of Neptune, calming? You’re certainly a funny woman, a- what should I call you?

D-42567: Sorry, er, nothing is fine.

SCP-XXXX: Right. Why don’t you have a seat?

D-42567: Of course.

(The bottle's cork pops, allowing a clear, visibly viscous liquid from the bottle into the decorated wine glass. With both in hand, SCP-XXXX steadily walks over and sits at an angled chair adjacent to D-42567, placing the bottle on the wooden coffee table parallel to both.)

SCP-XXXX: It has a certain sugary tang to it, and please forgive me for the initial bite.

(D-42567 takes the glass and swirls the thick liquid with a light nod, then sips. SCP-XXXX nods in return.)

D-42567: I, it- it’s, mm, strong. Definitely has the tang you mentioned, slightly metallic, though more salty than sweet. And so thin, too - it just melts down my throat.

SCP-XXXX: Wonderful! I would say it's savory nature appeals to more of a red. I was hoping you’d enjoy it, most of my visitors used to as well. It’s a pleasure to have someone of good standing for once. And it’s all homemade, you know.

D-42567: Homemade? You’re certainly quite the vintner, then.

SCP-XXXX: Why thank you, this particular piece is a 18██ Céphalo-Rachidien du Pierre Martin¹¹, of my Fluide de Céphalo-Rachidien¹² assemblage. 17 years at collection, 20 years stored. The fluid ages quite well, though slightly more viscous than I would have liked. Of course, my process does keep it as unsoiled as possible.

(D-42567 appears visibly ill and leans back in the chair, then leans forwards closer to SCP-XXXX.)

Researcher ██████: Jesus christ, this guy’s a cognitohazard too, or at the very least some sort of psychological coercionist. Is she - she looks fine - does she know what she’s doing?

Hussin: D-42567, are you currently in distress?

(D-42567 looks down, and slightly shakes her head with a smile.)

D-42567: Never better.

SCP-XXXX: Pardon?

D-42567: Your wine, it’s never been better.

SCP-XXXX: Why, I'm honoured! I pride myself on it, you know. My whites, while lighter on taste, pair absolutely wonderfully with well-seasoned pork. A long-lasting hold on the tongue, yet smoother than a heavier, rich red.

D-42567: [D-42567 nods whilst tapping her temple, then draws a rattling breath as she cocks her head with a smile] Mm, my tongue’s a bit dry, hah.

SCP-XXXX: Try another sip, perhaps?

(D-42567 drops the wine glass.)

D-42567: Ouh. [D-42567 licks her lips repeatedly, each noticeably remaining unglossed]

Hussin: D-42567, please excuse yourself from the chair.

SCP-XXXX: Still dry, hm?

(A narrow slit opening to an oral cavity in SCP-XXXX’s head flinches, appearing visibly damp. Viscous, translucent liquid drips dribbles down its chin, quickly dispersing into SCP-XXXX’s spongin form as the slit closes. A moan escapes D-42567, followed by a tumbling cough.)

D-42567: My apologies. It’s- a- ahah.

SCP-XXXX: No worries, no worries. To return to a past subject of discussion - would you mind turning up the music? I’m fond of Venus. Bringer of Peace, you know.

Researcher ██████: The earpiece is still online. She’s hearing us.

Hussin: D-42567, remain in your seat and do not comply to SCP-XXXX.

D-42567: I couldn’t agree more.¹³

(D-42567 allows herself from the chair to the record player, though fails to increase the volume as per SCP-XXXX’s request, instead stumbling into the corner of the coffee table. D-42567 turns away from the camera and begins to cough violently, then straightens and corrects her position.)

Researcher ██████: ████. Hussin, her eyes.

(A long, paltry sigh from Dr. Hussin is discernible.)

SCP-XXXX: Why don’t you sit down? You seem awfully tired. The music can wait.

D-42567: I feel a tad crunchy. Don’t you?

SCP-XXXX: I always do, dear.

(D-42567 is gently led back to her chair.)

D-42567: Mr. Grant? Sir? Do you happen to have a lavatory? I believe I’ve passed some liquid, it-

SCP-XXXX: Yes?

D-42567: [D-42567 gingerly wipes at her legs, then attempts to laugh] Nevermind, nevermind! You certainly have your ways, Mr. Grant. Hah! I can't feel my teeth.

SCP-XXXX: Would you care for some more wine?

D-42567: If only you could hand me the glass, I’m not in the mood to open my eyes. Mr. Grant, have you ever woken up after a nasty cold? I have, it’s dreadful. Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut, Mr. Grant, from that icky goo mucking about your vision and lids and lashes, only hardened such like a carpenter’s plaster. And oh, oh yes - when one dashes to the bathroom is a somnolent daze, all whilst digging at the frangible excess of gunk holding each lid shut. I’ve always been afear’d I’d reflexively twitch, somehow, to open them - with inordinate force. Tearing my precious lids. The delicate flesh and cartilage is going to split, it’s going to split and stain my beautiful eyes with red.

(D-42567 turns up her chin to face SCP-XXXX. Noticeably, her eyes are glossy and shrivelled, staring vacuously and cracked with desiccation. Each retina is fogged and dead, with vacant space from the lost moisture taking up the majority of each socket.)

(SCP-XXXX does not react, remaining silent, and picks itself up from the chair. It moves to the far side of the cell, reaching a long rack of bottles recessed into the wall. SCP-XXXX then leans with a turned head appropriately to the diagonal labels. After several seconds, it retrieves a dark purple bottle, stout with a fat neck, and then a large-based Bordeaux-style wine glass.)

SCP-XXXX: You’ve tried my white, now I’d like to hear your input on my reds. My process lets reds come in plenty, although I fear where it engrosses in volume, it sputters and dies in taste. This is precisely why I treasure my reds so dearly - it’s quite rare to come upon a succulent source, one worthy of vinification.

(The cork is tugged free of the bottle, pivoting it lightly; a darkly viscous fluid slowly gathers at the bottom of the glass. The entity places the glass within D-42567's outstretched hand, wrapping her fingers around the base with a light tap. D-42567's expression is unchanging, while SCP-XXXX lifts the glass to her lips.)

(As the liquid flows, D-42567's lips visibly desiccate.)

SCP-XXXX: Were you looking at the bottle? What do you think of the name, hm? Ah, of course not, how foolish of me. [REDACTED]. A strong name, from an even stronger bloodline. Fairly recent, too, only a month or so old, though that's the simplistic beauty of my red collection - abundant over all else yet scarce in quality, fleeting in preservation but with flavours time-honoured.

D-42567: [D-42567 is unresponsive for several seconds] My?

SCP-XXXX: Almost done.

Researcher ██████: I'm sorry, Doctor, [REDACTED]? Wait, I'm sorry, the log. May I check the log? The name, sir - [Researcher ██████ begins to hesitate, then draws two sharp and consecutive breaths] - I saw it in last week's, or the week before's, dinitiation report¹⁴. I know the name, sir. She was added to our list for an unexplainable murder, sir, it wasn't right - she didn't, please - sir.

Hussin: The log you want to check, ██████, is still being written. Focus.

(Researcher ██████ falls silent, averting sight to the nearest computer, glowing with a standard Foundation credentials login.)

SCP-XXXX: Lush, isn't it? Full of life. A song of savor. The art of winemaking is one of dedication, and, of course, sacrifice. You'd understand, wouldn't you?

(D-42567 emits a soft gurgle, intensifying until a brittle, rattling wheeze overcomes her.¹⁵)

SCP-XXXX: No need to respond, I can see it in your eyes.

(Both SCP-XXXX amd D-42567 stand. Immediately, D-42567 collapses onto the coffee table.)

SCP-XXXX: Ah. Standing up too quickly. I'd assume your brain wasn't prepared for such pressure, most notably from your parietal bone.

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The following events, occurring in rapid succession directly after D-42567's collapse, have been organized for reader-friendly comprehension.

T: 0.0S
D-42567 begins to violently seize, as SCP-XXXX retrieves the bottle from the table.

T: 3.3S
A sudden crack is heard, followed by a series of popping noises. Assumed to be removal of synovial fluid¹⁶, popping D-42567's joints.

T: 4.1S
D-42567 freezes, as the body's skin cracks whilst it desiccates, contracting in size. Dark blood gushes from the spidering cracks, staining D-42567's dress from beneath, flowering across the fabric.

T: 5.8S
SCP-XXXX, the appearance of which has tinted slightly brown, turns to the body. The stains quickly dissipate as the blood is removed by SCP-XXXX, now glistening with tainted scarlet.
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T: 8.2S
Turning stiffly, SCP-XXXX steps towards its glass cabinet. Each footfall appears heavy, slapping against the floor, audibly wet.

T: 29.7S
SCP-XXXX retrieves several bottles. The entity, using it's index finger, releases a smooth flow of colourless translucent liquid into the first, followed by a yellow-tinged liquid into the second. SCP-XXXX repeats this process, each liquid varying in viscosity, colour, and transparency.

T: 73.4S
SCP-XXXX proceeds to inscribe several slips of paper with a label and date, applying them to their designated bottle. Finally, the entity organizes each bottle within it's storage system.

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SCP-XXXX: A wonderful visitor, Doctor, wonderful! All that I hoped for, and certainly more. You are always invited to join me.

(Dr. Hussin glances towards Researcher ██████, the focus of which is now averted onto [REDACTED] D-Class ████ ███████ document █.████████.)

Hussin: Of course. Mr. Grant.

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THE FOLLOWING INCIDENT IS LEVEL 4/XXXX CLASSIFIED

ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS WITHOUT LEVEL 4/XXXX AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.

Dr. ██████ Hussin advises evaluation of Test Log XXXX.1¹⁷ before proceeding.

 

Input Credentials [LEVEL 4/XXXX CLASSIFIED]

 

Incident Log: ████ ██████ DISPUTE INCIDENT

Date: ██/██/198█

In-Log Personnel:

• Researcher ████ ██████

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《 BEGIN LOG 》
 
HYGROMETER LEVELS INADEQUATE, ACCESS DENIED

Researcher ██████: I’m not, I- fucking comm. Hey, bastard. Hear me? You sick fuck.

(SCP-XXXX is silent, sealing a green bottle of liquid.)

Researcher ██████: I know what you have, you know it, and you know that I do. And what happened? I was demoted for looking too deep, probably soon to be mnesticized, but I've read your file. So fucking do it, I know what you'll do, and I don't care.

(SCP-XXXX opens it's icebox and carefully places the green bottle among several dozen similarly coloured bottles.)

Researcher ██████: She was here because of what you did, wasn't she? She was taken to this fucking place for killing her entire family, you know. The application report even said it was unexaplainable, some internal fuckery deemed to be degradable poison. She - [Researcher ██████ coughs violently] - she knew she was innocent, and didn't deserve any of it, but you knew we'd find you [DATA EXPUNGED] bastard, they've been searching for years, wanting to know how you tick. They're listening to this right now, writing it all down I'd bet, waiting for you to do it, waiting to see what happens, all another little test, right? You hear me, all of you? I know you do, you fucking record every little word, pushing just to see what happens.

(Researcher ██████ sits; several minutes pass. SCP-XXXX is unmoving, Researcher ██████ observes on the monitor.)

Researcher ██████: How did you know it'd work, turn out like this? Did you want to be to caught, just to go this far, for the same [EXPUNGED] for some fucking bottles? [Researcher ██████ stands] How'd you know about us? [Researcher ██████ falls forward, onto the observation window, visibly sweating] You made her drink her fa - she - you said the name out loud, and she recognized -

(SCP-XXXX turns up it’s chin, then suddenly becomes visibly darker, glistening with an opaque crimson.)

(A loud thump is heard as Researcher ██████ collapses.)

(SCP-XXXX proceeds with slow, heavy footfalls to its glass-doored wooden cabinet. Audible sounds of muffled, sloshing liquid becomes louder. After grasping the handle and gently opening the door, it scrutinizes a deep-based wine glass. Lifting its left arm, SCP-XXXX rests its index finger on the rim of the glass. A treacle-like flow of red liquid pours from the finger, curling into itself then settling in the bottom of the glass.)

(After the flow and SCP-XXXX's focus breaks, the entity lifts the glass to its head, turning to allow the liquid to flow onto its spongin face, whilst a narrow oral slit splits open to receive the fluid. Suddenly, a large amount of equivalent liquid gushes from the entity’s body onto the floor of the cell, allowing SCP-XXXX to return to a vivid yellow.)

(SCP-XXXX turns the liquid over within the glass for several seconds then steps out of the spreading pool to the cabinet, minimally disturbing the thick liquid as it slides from SCP-XXXX's lower stature with little to no friction.¹⁸)

SCP-XXXX: Bitter. Harsh, and without burnish. Disappointing, though not unexpected, when taken without necessary vinification procedures.

《 END LOG 》

Footnotes

1. See Incident Log SCP-XXXX Visual Security Disruption [03/21/198█]

2. Polytetrafluoroethylene, a synthetic fluorocarbon-based polymer with a high resistance to solvents, acids, and bases.

3. Term created to describe SCP-XXXX's process of desiccating victims, sorting the resulting collected bodily fluids into bottles, and preserving each in a similar procedure to vinification

4. It is therefore critical, I repeat: critical, that SCP-XXXX is accommodated as well as possible. It has a history, and is still a high-priority research target. If it gets annoyed with us it could dry out the whole site. ~ Dr. Hussin

5. See Addendum XXXX.1 Initial Discovery and Containment Attempt

6. Archaic Greek numeral, Ϝ, representing 6

7. While not recovered, what that glass contained can be easily assumed. What can't be assumed is why it stayed to watch. ~ Dr. Hussin

8. It's been confirmed SCP-XXXX does not possess transmutation abilities, rather, it's guise was an extension of it's cognitohazardous abilities. Whilst the extent of these abilities is currently unknown, it can be assumed it's used them for decades, if not centuries, considering the entity's apparent lack of lifespan. ~ Dr. Hussin

9. Cathode Ray Tube

10. Earpiece Communication Device

11. Records of a "Pierre Martin" reported missing within ███ kilometers of SCP-XXXX's "Britain's Finest" Vineyard during the surrounding years of 18██ have yielded no results as of: [12/26/198█]

12. Cerebrospinal fluid, a colourless bodily fluid found within the brain and spinal cord

13. D-42567’s voice is noted to have rapidly debilitated to near incomprehensibility. Secondly, lack of responsivity from D-42567 has led the project’s lead, Dr. Hussin, to connect this as part of SCP-XXXX’s cognitohazardous effect on its victims. A noticeable alteration in personality of the victims is also to be further explored.

14. D-Class initiation reports are Level-04 classified, requesting immediate amnestication of Researcher ██████ due to confidentiality breach ~ Dr. Hussin UPDATE ██/██/198█: Request unnecessary, in light of recent events. ~ Dr. Hussin

15. It has been assumed at this point that D-42567 has entirely lost all vocal ability. ~ Dr. Hussin

16. A thick, non-newtonian liquid comparable to albumen ("egg whites") located within the cavities of synovial joints

17. SCP-XXXX Interaction with Human Subject (D-42567)

18. A notable level of control in material hydrophobicity of SCP-XXXX's form by the entity itself has been observed in several situations. Further inquiry into whether SCP-XXXX is conscious of this control is permissive towards minimum Level-03 research personnel after certification with Dr. Hussin.