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Image 1.1: Stable Form of SCP-6262
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6262 is contained in a standard animal containment crate and monitored by the Antimemetics Division. SCP-6262 is a non-hostile, corporeal entity, and requires minimal supervision, and is easily subdued when anomalous property is inactive. Should SCP-6262's anomalous trait be triggered, the affected individual is to be quarantined for research until SCP-6262 returns to normality. Mnestic medications are recommended to all assigned staff after any incident to prevent total loss of crucial memetic data. Visual inspection upon primary care duties suffices when SCP-6262 is in its stable state.
Warning! Critical Information!: Under no circumstances is SCP-6262 to be photographed or recorded with an electronic device by an active observer without Level 4 Approval. Unsanctioned tests on SCP-6262 will result in a six month probation from all Foundation facilities1 given offending party has not been eradicated from reality.
Diagram 1.1: An active observer completes a 'circuit'
Description: SCP-6262, in its stable form, is a black Felis catus with yellow eyes. When agitated, it's appearance and description vary between observer, with each seeing a different cat than the other though the movements and behavior are identical. Activation of its anomalous trait results in the cats complete dematerialization in our reality and for the effected individual to fall into an altered field of positive probability2 for an undetermined period of time until the subject vanishes3. This process is considered to be an isolated antimemetic event.
SCP-6262 reappears in a volatile quantum state immediately after affected subjects disappearance. All evidence of subject is erased from collective memetic memory and any personal property — including but not limited to photographs, journals, activity logs — develop amnesic properties4. No individual effected by SCP-6262 has been retrieved and all have been assumed deceased. Research into SCP-6262 has proven difficult given antimemetic capabilities.
Containment Audit: Due to a recent (████/██/██) containment failure of SCP-6262 that has resulted in an as of yet unknown amount of damage and personnel loss, the Antimemetics Division has requested a risk evaluation of SCP-6262.
Status:APPROVED5
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING AUDIT IS CONFIDENTIAL
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT SPECIAL PERMISSIONS11 WILL BE LOGGED AND LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
Login: Ōtori Onzō
Password: XXXXXXXXXX
Access Granted
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Date:████/██/██
Location: ████████Objective: Review audio cassette tapes pertaining to SCP-6262
General Notes: Arrived at the facility today in the morning. Staff have satisfied my request for a dark, soundproof room furnished with desk and padded tatami mat. Brief tour of facility ends with first contact with SCP-6262. Appears to be an ordinary black cat. SCP-6262 has been detained in the inanimate area of the facility where strategic camera placements prevent immediate remote viewing. The cat seems perfectly content with its situation.
On the desk the audio cassette tapes have been organized by year and by type. Three types of cassette players are on the desk, the largest having considerable heft, the smallest able to easily fit into any pocket. It follows that the oldest tapes correspond to the most antiquated of recording devices. The Foundations records report initial containment of SCP-6262 in 1987, with the most recent tape dated 1986/██/██. Given the amnesic quality of the tapes, I have been asked to review each of them in chronological order with permission to fast track any tape I deem not relevant to SCP-6262.
Materials and Methodology:
- 12x9 art pad and charcoal pencils
- Digital recording device
- Onzō Resonance Evocation Device (ORED) w/onboard data storage
- Foundation sanctioned personal computer
- DMT and necessary reagents
While listening to the tapes I will be wearing the ORED to capture neurological synapse relays to be later analyzed and converted using specialized image rendering software. Immediate impressions will be expressed via charcoal sketches during audio exposure. Depending on perceived importance, DMT will be self administered to improve ability to interpret soundscape. After listening, an audio statement will be collected for posterity and potential review using the digital recording device.
Literature Review: There are two known papers1,2 on SCP-6262 but the Antimemetic Division is certain others exist, much like the cassette tapes, lost in the memetic shuffle. Each paper approaches SCP-6262 from a different perspective, the mathematical and the arcane. The mathematical paper posits how the destabilization process works while the arcane examines the effected individuals probability field.
For mathematicians SCP-6262 represents a fluctuating absolute binary memetic value (0=non-being, 1=being), i.e., a Schrödinger's cat outside the box. This implies that SCP-6262 is not a cat but is a manifestation of what consciousness understands as 'cat'. SCP-6262's occassional unstable quantum structure is attributed to this fact.In the arcana paper, it is put forth that the individual under the effects of SCP-6262 are locked into a synchronitic pattern, i.e., they become improbably lucky. To minimize memetic loss, researchers simply refered to exposed individuals as 'Subject'. Unfortunately, the experiment falls into a memetic causal loop wherein an unknown number of 'Subjects' are needlessly exposed to SCP-6262 with no new data collected or information retained. Results of this paper are inconclusive.
1Variables of reality; quantifying the conceptual, ██████ et al, [Internal Publication]
2Synchronicity: the improbable probability of events, ██████████ et al, [Internal Publication]
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Date:████/██/██
Location: ████████Objective: Catalog Cassettes Circa 1976-1982 (Trivial)
Observations: Individuals under the influence of antimemetic agent SCP-6262 exist as 'void-noise' in the audio soundscape unless direct vocalization occurs.
General Notes: Tapes from 1976/██/██ to 1982/██/██ document the downward spiral of an individual hereafter refereed to as 'The Detective'(a). Details, or what can be accurately recalled, about the detective are as follows:
- Spastic atrophy: right elbow locked and right fist clenched
- Discharged police inspector
- Alcoholic
- Widower
Rendered images of soundscape suggest the detective is hoarding and by recorded admission is 'Afraid to let go'(b). In 1981/██/██ the detective obtains a less bulky cassette recorder. Tape labelled 1981/██/██ is unusual as the detective is inebriated and singing along to another recorded tape(c) on the older player. This secondary recording creates distortion within the first soundscape and is the soft voice of a female singing. Tape has been marked for additional review under administered DMT.
(a)Antimemetics suggest to focus on a concept rather than than an absolute, a tactic used to avoid the intrinsic retrograde amnesic properties of specific non-being entities, e.g., Ōtori Onzō vis-à-vis The Researcher.
(b)Tape 1979/██/██
(c)No cassette in collection matches audio from this secondary recording
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Date:████/██/██
Tape#:1983/██/██
Relevance: First mention of anomalous activity related to SCP-6262
{START}
The detective is sitting in a booth at a dining establishment, the cassette recorder on the table is picking up ambient sound. Cars appear and fade into doppler after images outside the window. Footsteps bring into audiovisual focus the man here to meet the detective.The Officer:(a) Greetings [inaudible]-sensei.
The younger man bows slightly to the sitting detective
The Detective: Sit, sit. No need to be so formal Yoshirō, I haven't been anyones superior in quite some time.
The officer relaxes, removes his hat, and sits in the booth opposite the detective
The Detective: I hope you don't mind the recorder, my condition prevents me from keeping written notes so I've compensated by keeping audio records.
The Officer: It's alright, you always were meticulous.
The detective laughs, flask and keys rattling together in his coat
The Detective: Lets cut the shit, why'd you want to talk to me?
The officer shakes his head and sighs
The Officer: And straight to the point as well. I need your help with a small problem.
The Detective: If its small you should have an inexperienced officer handle it, problem solved.
The Officer: Not important enough to warrant an officer, even if inexperienced. We've got our hands full with a sudden crop of Pachinko robberies.
The Detective: Pachinko robberies? Did players get tired of losing their money?
The Officer: It's not so simple as that. Theres been a reported loss of 500,000,000 yen in the last two weeks alone.
The detective whistles with surprise
The Detective: Could be insurance scam or Yakuza money launderers.
The officer shakes his head in the negative
The Officer: Sorry, [inaudible]-sensei but I can't discuss that case further with a civilian.
The Detective: I understand. So what's the case you have for me then?
The Officer: A negligence claim at a veterinary clinic. To be blunt, its more of a favor for the Superintendent. His daughters dog was half-starved when they went to retrieve it. The owner of the clinic is wanted for questioning.
A manila envelope slides across the table from the officer to the detective
The Detective: Curtailing animal cruelty? That's a bit underwhelming.
The officer begins leaving the booth, leather vinyl protesting his movement, boots snapping as he stands up
The Officer: Underwhelming but up your alley. It's not so much a question of where the owner is but who the owner is. Stop by the station if you need any help [inaudible]-sensei.
The Detective: Understood. Now get out of here, I've got some work to do.Both men share a laugh. The officer's footsteps carry him out of the diner. A waitress drags her heels to the booth and hastily places a plated cup on the table.
Waitress: Your friend didn't want anything?
The Detective: No, why?
Waitress: He left some money at the till… You look hungry grandpa, lets get you something more than just coffee for breakfast.
The waitress scuffs her way back to the kitchen. The detective mutters incoherently as he ruffles his coat, hand patting towards the flask. He empties its contents into the coffee. The recording device is turned off.
{END}(a)Yoshirō Taka; deceased and unavailable for further questioning
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Date:████/██/██
Tape#:1983/██/██
Relevance: The Detective obtains evidence of SCP-6262.
{START}
The detective turns on the recorder as he exits a bus. Mechanized doors shut behind him and the buses diesels engine roars to life. Puddles splash as it continues along its route. The detective begins to walk along the sidewalkThe Detective: Takeshi Family Animal Clinic, Kashima City. It's tucked away on a sidestreet near the beachfront. First thought; Takeshi is obviously the owner, apprehend at household, collect reward. File provided by Yoshirō refutes this as Takeshi was the previous owner now dead which suggests 'Family' but no immediate family can be associated with the deceased. Question; who operates the Takeshi Family Animal Clinic?
A garbage truck air horn blares, the detective skitters to a stop.
Driver: Watch where you're going old man!
The driver revs the engine and drives off
The Detective: Asshole…
The detective inhales deeply through his nose before starting again
The Detective: Information in files has no obvious leads, course of action; search records at physical location. Visual confirmation of clinic at…six-thirty pm. Small sign above door 'Takeshi Family Animal Clinc' with pawprint decal embellishment. Door has been sealed with police tape and the front display windows blinds have been drawn.
The detective tugs at the door handle. It resists his attempt, deadbolt clattering.
The Detective: Front door locked, it'll take a more subtle approach to enter.
The detective rummages through some debris near the front of the clinic. Unsatisfied, he enters the backalley, prodding at the garbage until he finds a loose brick.
The Detective: Always keep an extra key handy. Now to find the backdoor.
A trash bin scrapes along the ground and slams flush against the clinics sidewall
The Detective: High window in alley about two meters up. Should be easy enough…
The detective gets on top of the trash bin but drops the brick. Muttering he steps back down and retrieves the brick, placing it on the bins lid before climbing back up. Glass shatters and is cleared away. The detective throws his coat over the shard ridden pane. The recording device falls out of the breast pocket. It lands with a hard thud inside a metal kennel. The detective is heard above squirming his way carefully through open window.
The Detective:(faintly) Pens, no animals here at the moment. That's good.
The grated kennel fence strains under the detective weight. He grabs his coat and crawls down. A quick pat down reveals his missing recorder. Kennel doors squeak open as he searches for the device. Muffled noise confirms its discovery, the detective shoving the cassette player back into his coats breast pocket.
The Detective: Inside the clinic, kennel area. Currently unoccupied. Security camera monitoring pens. Note; find tape and destroy evidence of break in. Continuing search of premises.
Two doors swing open
The Detective: First door leads to garage, animal control truck and assorted gear spread around; possible exit. Second door an empty hallway leading to another door. Entering hallway now. Next door leads to treatment area, looks like a pharmacy as well.
Doorway glides open and the detective enters the backroom of the clinic. Cabinets are opened, their contents rapidly accessed.
The Detective: Assorted medications, saline solutions, diazepam, ketamine, ether…
Several items are removed from the cabinet and squirreled away in the detectives coat. Two more doors are opened
The Detective: Consultation rooms each with second door. Second door in consult room leads to second hallway with office opposite rooms. Hallway leads to front waiting room and entrance. Office door unlocked, starting search for ownership or employment documents.
The detective starts his search of the office. Filing cabinets and drawers are ransacked haphazardly. Folders flutter to floor unopened.
The Detective: Strange…most of these files are animal intake entries and logs. Only staff records date back to original Takeshis ownership. Takeshi…Ta…(a)
The detective places the folder in his hand on the desk, closes the open drawers, and exits the office. A gust of air escapes the office as the door seals shut.
The Detective: I need to…I need to check the security cameras. They weren't in the main office. Front desk only possible location. Looks like there are two CRT monitors embedded in the desk, one with a live feed, the other for recording. The recorded CRT is currently off.
The detective steps behind the front desk. He presses a button on the VHS device. The tape begins to rewind
The Detective: Tape was full but still may contain evidence of my entry. There's a file on the front desk; 'Miss Asa Hikari, 1102 Kenbō St., Kashima City' with a note attached saying 'Recently Deceased'. File indicates her black cat was to be taken in to be fostered by another family. The cat's first visit dates back to 1947…
The VHS device whirs to a stop, automatically clicking to play
The Detective: No time code displayed on tape. Light from the window suggests early morning. There are a few dogs and cats in the kennels, tape must be a week old or so if Yoshirōs information is correct. Going to fast-forward the tape, unlikely I make an appearance but just in case.
A soft click signals the VHS tape to run forward for a while. The tape stops abruptly and is rewound again before being played at regular speed.
The Detective: Some sort of interference on the tape. An individual enters the frame but static prevents identification. Carrying an animal crate, black cat, Miss Asa Hikari's perhaps? The cat is being placed into a stationary kennel and…
The tape is rewound and started again
The Detective: The cat vanishes…Individual on tape seems to notice and leaves to hallway. Two static figures return to kennels, distortion on tape increases, horizontal bars splitting the frame make it almost impossible to watch. Is that the…
Buttons are pressed in rapid succession
The Detective: The cat returns when the second figure enters the frame but neither notices it there…
The tape is ejected from the VHS device
The Detective: This tape…I'll just throw it in the nearest incinerator to cover up my tracks. Search of premises has yielded no new information on owners not already documented in Yoshirōs file. Superintendent could have been duped by a fly by night operation. Some one did pick up Miss Asa Hikari's black cat though…cat? Was there a cat? Note; possible lead on Kenbō St., visual on the cat catcher from a curious neighbor perhaps.
The detective leaves the front desk, walks to the front door, and unlocks the deadbolt. Police tape peels free from adhesive glue as the door opens
The Detective: Apologies Yoshirō.
The recording device is turned off
{END}(a)The detective is experiencing the amnesic effects of documents influenced by an antimemetic events
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Date:████/██/██
Location: ████████Objective: Review research journal entries and logged material pertaining to SCP-6262.
Observations: Personal medication contained mild amnesic agent that had an antagonistic effect with prescribed mnestic medications.
General Notes: Research into antimemetic materials has proven quite challenging. If proper precautions are not taken, one can experience behavioral looping patterns and repetitive task execution, e.g., antimememtic material is analyzed multiple times increasing redundant log captures and notes. An antimemetics agent has suggested a number readings1,2,3 to combat items with intrinsic amnesic properties in addition to the mnestic medications though can be quoted as saying 'it's really just zen bullshit'.
Reviewed Materials:
A. Tape: 1981/██/██: DMT Administered
- The detective is intoxicated and fumbling around his crowded home. Irregularities in audio begin when secondary recording device is used to playback an unknown tape. The detective toasts 'Yua' before playing the tape and singing along with the soft female voice. A dissonant reverb created by the two tracks causes the audioscape of the houses interior to stretch and fold in on itself almost endlessly. The ORED's 100 terabyte storage device capacity filled within ten-seconds of initial dissonance. Visual review of ORED recording is distorted by horizontal bars frequently but an 'Escher'-esque representation of the detectives home can be isolated in a few key frames. Likely an effect of the administered DMT. The detectives wife 'Yua' has been marked for further investigation; see below for more details.
B. Yoshirō Taka: Person of Interest (Deceased)
- A police sergeant during 1983 and would later become chief inspector in Kashima City, Japan. No formal relation can be found between the detective and Yoshirō Taka in police records, Tape 1983/██/██ being the only evidence connecting the two. A background check into the Chief Inspector revealed an impeccable work ethic, sick days, days off, holidays, all carefully accounted for. Schedules reviewed from 1973-1976 show a total of ten requested days off. On a day off in 1975/██/██ Yoshirō is a signatory witness to a cremation at a private hospital. Resident Yua Itō(a) was diagnosed with 'inconsolable grief' and her refusal to eat resulted in death by starvation. Entry log states patient suffered from delusions of having a child; evidence of a Caesarean section revealed on physical examination. Supervising doctor concludes that the patient gave birth in the past but the infant did not survive and an unknown mental stress caused a persistent dysphoria to take hold.
C. Takeshi Family Clinic: Memetic Loop (1983/██/██ -1984/██/██)
- The detective returns to clinic not remembering his earlier visit and repeats his actions in similar fashion but with minor differences, i.e, enters through the front door, no tape in VHS device, and comments on B&E when viewing kennels. Uncertain if SCP-6262 amnesics responsible or the detectives use of sedatives after first visit to clinic. The building was declared abandoned in 1985 and demolished in 1991 for a warehouse expansion project.
1Deja vu and you! Pinch yourself and quit dreaming, ████ ██████, [Internal Publication]
2The Human Code: Mentally Program Better Behavior, ███████ ███ ████████, [Internal Publication]
3Words written in water; methods for maintaining research in the antimemetic field, ██████ et al, [Internal Publication]
(a)Itō the listed maiden name in medical records
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Date:████/██/██
Tape#:1984/██/██
Relevance: Location of SCP-6262 discovered.
{START}
A chorus of evening cicadas drone in the background. The detective is walking uphill and is out of breath. He pants for air, his heartbeat an offbeat murmur picked up the by the tape recorder.The Detective: Kenbō street, (exhales) a switchback road winding around a hill to a dead end plateau. Four houses branch off the street, 1101 and 1102 on the left, 1103 and 1104 on the right. Miss Asa Hikari's residence, 1102, has a driveway with the house set further up on the slope. Clear view of Mizushikō Park from this vantage point.
The detective retrieves his flask from his pants pocket. He sloshes the last drops around before unscrewing the top and taking a swig. A mechanical ratchet can be heard over the buzz of insects.
The Detective: Possible witness, appears to be a mechanic or tow-truck driver. Will begin interview shortly.
Metallic clanking and grunts of labor increase in volume as the detective approaches the mechanic. The detective taps lightly on the hood of an automobile. The mechanic stops tinkering and slides out from the under the vehicle on a sled with small wheels.
The Detective: Good afternoon sir. Do you have time to answer a few questions?
The Mechanic:(a) I suppose. Let me get up and cleaned off first.
The mechanic eases himself up off the sled and walks over to a workbench. He passes a rag between his hands to collect the accumulated grime. An electric insect catcher hums monotonously outside the garage.
The Mechanic: Did you walk up the road?
The Detective: Yes, it was a longer hike than I expected.
The Mechanic: We are a bit out of the way but the views from here can't be beat! Now what was it you wanted to talk about?
The Detective: Your neighbor, Miss Asa Hikari.
The Mechanic: That's odd…it's been almost a year since her passing and you're the first person to come around asking about her. Are you a family member?
The Detective: No, no. I'm investigating a fraud and Miss Hikari's cat may be related to the case. Can you recall any animal handlers coming around after Miss Hikari's passing?
The Mechanic: A truck might have shown up but it's been such a long time since then. I have seen that black cat of hers stalking around here again though.
The Detective: Oh?
A muffler backfires down the road. The detectives shifts suddenly startled by the explosive hiccup
The Mechanic: That's just my daughter driving up the hill. She'll be here soon, could be she saw someone pick up the cat back then.
The Detective: You're still alright with me asking questions?
The Mechanic: No problem at all.
The Detective: What was Miss Hikari like?
The Mechanic: Superstitious.
An engine strains over the last hump to the plateau. The driver shifts the vehicle into neutral using the remaining inertia to coast to the end of the street. Quiet brakes bring the vehicle to a stop and steam hisses out of the radiator when the engine is turned off. A door creaks open and slams shut.
The Daughter:(b) Hey dad, I got those parts you ordered from the shop. Who's the geezer?
The Mechanic: Easy kid, he's investigating Miss Hikari. Give me the parts and go grab us a couple beers.
The Daughter: Sure thing dad.
A screen door slides open and the mechanics daughter enters the house.
The Detective: Nice kid.
The Mechanic: She's got spirit. Having Mizushikō Park so close was good for burning off some of that energy. Great place for taking photos too, you ever been?
The Detective: A long time ago, my wife and I use to have picnics there. I can remember flying kites but it's something I never really enjoyed.
The Mechanic: Maybe an old memory from your childhood. Everything gets a bit muddled at our age right?
The mechanic erupts in a baritone laugh. Clinking bottles announce the return of the mechanics daughter.
The Daughter: Here ya go.
The Mechanic: One for yourself?
The Daughter: Call it a delivery tax.
The mechanic chuckles. Bottle caps are pried off accompanied by a carbonated fizz.
The Daughter: So what are you two buzzards talking about? This guy looking to collect on Auntie Asa's estate?
The Mechanic: Actually its her cat he's interested in, do you remember anyone coming around to catch it?
The Daughter: That was forever ago dad. If anything I'd expect you to remember a stray vehicle out here.
The Detective: Your father has an eye for out of place automobiles?
The Daughter: You betcha, that's why he's built a nest up here. There's always abandoned vehicles around Mizushikō Park. Dad just swoops down and salvages them when no one claims them.
The Mechanic: Everything's perfectly legal, don't give our guest a bad impression.
The Detective: Don't worry, I'm not after a lost car. You did say you saw the cat in this area recently, can you recall when?
The detective takes a drink from his beer.
The Mechanic: Maybe last week in the morning. Had a little bird in its mouth and was trotting back up the driveway to Miss Hikari's house.
The Daughter: I saw it last night going out to hunt, yellow eyes in the tall grass. Anyway, why are you so interested in her cat? I figured some one would eventually come looking for buried treasure on her property.
The Detective: Treasure?
The Mechanic: It's gossip nothing more. She had won a lottery and become a recluse after. Her money is locked away in a bank and not in her house despite what present company would have you believe.
The Daughter: But now you're curious right mister? Auntie Asa was a kook and I don't doubt for a second that there's something hidden up there. She once told me she survived the bombing of Nagasaki, saw the bomb and everything, isn't that wild!
The Mechanic: An embellishment for a sad story kid.
The Detective: There some truth to it?
The Mechanic: Miss Hikari was blind and she died from cancer as a result of radiation exposure. Must've seen the flash from a shelter in the area.
The Daughter: Pffffft, the way she told it you'd think she was right under the bomb. That's also where she met her cat, tangled up down by the river.
The Mechnaic: Obviously not the cat we're talking about.The Daughter: One and the same dad. Her lucky black cat.
Insects buzz towards the humming electric light sizzling as they impact.
The Detective: Well it is getting late. Thanks for your time and hospitality but I should be heading back down the hill before it gets dark out.
The Mechanic: Finished your beer already? No more questions?
The Detective: I think I've heard everything I need to hear and more.
The Mechanic: Stay for dinner and I'll give you a ride back home.
The Daughter: Really dad? You going to cook?The Mechanic: I figured you could whip us up all some grub in exchange for another beer.
The daughter huffs in resignation and walks back inside.
The Mechanic: What'ya say? We can have a few drinks and talk about the good old days or at least the ones we can still remember.
The Detective: Sure but not too late.
The recording device is turned off.
{END}(a)Unidentified male
(b)Unidentified female
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Date:████/██/██
Tape#:1985/██/██
Relevance: The detective encounters a Foundation field agent.
{START}
Jostled noise occurs as the detective removes his coat and places it on a rock. A stream is heard babbling nearby. The detective begins picking up pebbles on the shore. He stumbles and swears with a drunken slur.The Detective: Went to see Yoshirō with what evidence I had collected on the Takeshi Family Clinic. Told me he didn't remember our interaction and when I played him the tape he looked puzzled. Managed to get a little reimbursement for my time but the case had invalidated due to statutory limitations.
A pebble is thrown into the running water.
The Detective: Two years…has it been two years? There's hundreds of tapes, fuckin' hundreds!
The handful of collected stones are tossed into the stream.
The Detective: Chasing my own tail, over and over and over and over again! The only thread connecting this nonsense is a cat!
The detective grabs his coat from off the rock and hastily drapes it over himself. Soil crumbles from the berm as he climbs back to the paved walkway.
The Detective: And where does the cat lead? According to deceased owner Asa Hikari, Nagasaki by the river. Miss Hikari was definitely a bullshitter because anything in this area would have been vaporized by the atomic blast. This is the end of the trail but I feel, no, I know that there is something else I'm missing…
Sounds of an excavation are heard further up the trail. Backhoe hydraulics strain as a loaded bucket of dirt falls onto a growing pile of earth. Steady, staccato footsteps approach the detective.
The Agent:(a) Excuse me sir, this is a restricted area.
The Detective: Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.
The Agent: No problem sir but do please step away from the barrier.The Detective: Sure, sure.
The detective takes a step back and flicks the metal placard with his fingernail.
The Detective: Hazardous material reclamation project? I've never heard of this company before, are you working with the city?The Agent: In some capacity yes. Are you alright sir?
The Detective: Just a little drunk, helps me to organize my thoughts.The Agent: Seems rather counter-intuitive.
The Detective: What do you know, huh? Doesn't take much of a brain to pick up trash but to solve a mystery, now that takes real insight. The kind that leads a man down to the bottom of a bottle.
The Agent: And what is it you've found at the bottom, sir?
The Detective: Echoes, memories, and a bastard cat.
The Agent: Which has some how lead you to here…
The Agent reaches into his breast pocket and retrieves a plastic card container. He slides a single paper card from the sheath and scribbles on the back before handing it to the detective.
The Agent: I must return to the excavation sir but should you discover anything please give the number on the back of the card a call. Our company handles a wide array of hazardous materials and it seems likely you are in pursuit of one.
The Detective: In pursuit of…? What the hell are you talking about? Hey!
The Agents even footsteps are soon concealed under the commotion of the excavation. The detective flips the card around in his left hand.
The Detective: Sewage Control Professionals?
The detective pockets the card and turns the recording device off.
{END}(a)Dr. █████ ███████; deceased and unavailable for questioning
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Date:████/██/██
Location: ████████Objective: Materials consolidation and literature review.
General Notes: Accumulation of excess research material continues regardless of antimemetic focus techniques. Most of the material is redundant and time consuming very much mirroring the detectives investigation into SCP-6262. Dr. █████ ███████, the agent the detective encountered, is another enigmatic figure with the majority of his research above my clearance level. Given the circumstances, I have been granted access to a limited number of documents deemed relevant to this audit.
With regards to the antimemetic materials, Tape: 1986/██/██ had been misplaced, lost, or forgotten on several occasions. Inspection of the tape led to the discovery of a photograph within the cassette jacket. The photograph is currently under review by Antimemetics Division. Results of the analysis will be included in my final report.
Reviewed Materials:
A.Asa Hikari: Person of Interest (Deceased)
- Born June 7, 1929, as indicated by her intake forms at an orphanage in Southern Japan. Much of Asa Hikari's life before 1945 can be easily traced through state records. The only documented proof of Miss Hikari after 1945 is heard on Tape: 1983/██/██ with her registration of SCP-6262 at the Takeshi Family Clinic in 1947. This seemingly inconsequential connection between SCP-6262 and Miss Hikari is the only evidence of her existence after 1945 until 1964. In 1964 a local paper in Kashima City published an interview with Asa Hikari due to her four elaborate kigumi style houses at the end of Kenbō Street. The article is formal with more focus placed on the detailed craftsmanship of the homes. Miss Hikari refused to have her photograph taken but agreed to have a portrait drawn. The rendition has one striking feature; a flash burn scar around her brow and cheeks obscured by a pair of sunglasses.
B.Kenbō Street: Area of Interest
- The four homes at the end of the street no longer exist after a mudslide destroyed the buildings in 1994. City and zoning permits for the area are completely absent, the houses inherited in their totality in 1964 by Asa Hikari. Given the unique style of the houses and the aforementioned architectural article it was possible to connect them with a specific construction company. In a brief interview with the founders grandson he stated the four houses are considered the 'legacy work' that secured the companies finances for future generations. Commissioned in 1947, 1953, 1957, and 1962, each of the houses had been paid for in full before construction and after completion neither his grandfather or father had any recollection of the initial clients. When Asa Hikari took possession of the homes the elder craftsmen were nonplussed but commented that she was eerily familiar to both of them.
Literature Review: Dr. ███████'s former research lab at first hostilely rebuked(a)my informal requests for access to information. Following procedures resulted in the acquisition of files so redacted that they were indecipherable. Finally, with assistance from the Antimemetics Division, I was allowed access to research logs pertaining to the excavation in 1985 as well as two papers1,2 with probable connections to SCP-6262.
According to logs, two sites were targeted for archeological examination in 1985 after extradimensional radiation had been detected in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. They uncovered identical rings(b)isotopically dated at 75,000 years old and later theorized to be a crude interdimensional pipeline. Localized seismic activity in Nagasaki on August 6, 1945 suggests that the ring in Hiroshima was activated by the nuclear detonation and a portion of the explosion was transported to the dormant ring in Nagasaki. It is unclear if anything else was displaced during this incident. The rings have since dematerialized to the extent that they are no longer operable in any capacity.
The first recommended paper postulates on the underlying mechanisms of reality. It argues that observation of an individual dimension from an isolated pocket of space-time would allow the observer to see, in theory, a continuous line. Closer inspection would reveal this line to be more like strands of fabric intertwining to perpetuate itself. They address that there may have been a singular dimension at one point but the levels of deviation and frequency of their occurrences from the point of origin make this highly unlikely. An analogy used by the author is of a taut string being agitated, spreading outwards as it resonates, and creating multiple, connective, variations of the progenitor strand. By this process the fabric of reality takes shape. Decaying dimensions weave their way to the fraying edge of existence whereas others can twist into knots to be ejected as volatile variants within the planar matrix.
The second paper for review goes into great detail on the difficulties of stable interdimensional travel. Citing the previous paper as precedent, the author states that movement through time and space within a singular dimension is feasible as the variables of that reality can be known to the participant. Even in such a restricted scenario there still exists the high probability of entering a recursive temporal loop or fatal planar instability. Interdimensional travel compounds these issues as there is no one-to-one certainty between dimensions i.e. events in each reality are not identical. Without an established connection(c)to the intended destination an individual would be subject to intense dimensional friction. Referencing the rings from 1985, they speculate that the beings responsible for their creation had recklessly pierced the fabric of reality with no secure focal destination. As a result they were rendered null by interdimensional forces, the rings the only remaining objects from the perilous voyage.
1Entanglement: Threads of Reality, ███████ et al, [Internal Publication]
2Extraplanar Placement, ███████ et al, [Internal Publication]
(a)"Your lack of protocol reflects the trivial nature of the audit into SCP-6262 and is indicative of a total absence of reason."
(b)Approximately 1.5m in diameter with a width of 3cm and thickness of 5cm.
(c)An objective observer at the destination is required for stable reconstitution.
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Date:████/██/██
Tape#:1986/██/██
Relevance: The detective captures SCP-6262.
{START}
Wet snow clings to and falls from sagging branches. Puddles of slush form a trickling slurry. The detective struggles to pull his feet out from the sucking mud as he treks up towards Kenbō Street. His heart hammers against the microphone from the exertion.The Detective: God dammit! Arrrgghh! Almost there (panting), almost there…
A solid cement slab slaps the sludge free from the detectives stamping shoes. He inhales deeply through his nose. Phlegm bubbles in the back of his throat and he spits the snot down the hill. Drudging steps bring the detective to a wooden gate.
The Detective: No time to waste.
The detective produces a thin metal rod from his coat and places it in the crook of his right elbow. He presses his right shoulder against the gate while using his left hand to maneuver the rod between an open crevasse. The detective hits the blockade bar on the opposite side of the gate, lowers the rod underneath, and pries the restraint loose. The wooden bar lands with a hollow clatter. Accumulated debris offers resistance as the detective pushes the gate open.
The Detective: Backyard Hikari Estate. Area has been left fallow and overgrown. Rotten smell in the air. Approaching the house now.
Leaves sluff past the detectives dragging feet.
The Detecitve: (Wretches) Pile… (heaves), pile of small animal carcasses at porch entrance in various states of decay. None appear to have been eaten, a pyre of rot tribute.
The detective covers his mouth and nose with his left hand as he walks by the offal towards the house. He tests the door with his foot. It slides open with little effort. He enters the house and reseals the entrance behind him. A flashlight is turned on with a quick click.
The Detective: Footprints on the ground and opened drawers, some one got here before me. Dammit! Fucking hand won't stop shaking…
A low groan peels out from the floorboards as the detective falls to his knees.
The Detective: I'm finished. Bank is going to repossess the house a-a-and auction off my valuables to compensate themselves for the inconvenience. Coming here was a mistake, property pillaged years ago by better thieves than me. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Wait…what was that?
The detective stumbles to his feet, careening into a nearby wall to stabilize himself.
The Detective: Oi! Who's there?
Muted drops of water hit the floor above in a steady beat. The detective scrambles to find the staircase in the ransacked house. He jumps up the steps to the second level.
The Detective: Roofs collapsed due to excessive water damage. I need to get out of here before…
Startled, the detective pivots on the staircase landing.
SCP-6262: Meo-(static)-(a)
Sodden timber cracks and the detective crashes down to the floor below.
The Detective: Ahhhhhh!
The recording device turns off when the detective hits the ground. Audio warp indicates it being turned back on.
The Detective: Was that that bastard cat!? What the hell broke my fall…
A knife flicks open and the detective cuts a canvas sack. Coins pass through his hand, clattering onto a larger pile of currency. SCP-6262 purrs nearby unnoticed by the detective. The recording device is turned off.
{END}(a)SCP-6262 dematerializes
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Date:1987/██/██
Participants:
- Antimemetics Division Agent (A.D.A)
- Research Assistant (R.A.)
[BEGIN LOG]
A.D.A: Hello, you've reached the Antimemetics Division, what seems to be the problem?
R.A: Hi, yes, uh, we've got a cat here and we're not quite sure what to do with it.
A.D.A: …
R.A: Hello?
A.D.A: Sir you're looking for Animal Control, I can redirect you if you'd like.
R.A: No no no, they've already come by, or they might have, we're not sure anymore.
A.D.A: What makes you suspect antimemetic activity?
R.A: Well, uh, there are a couple of empty offices at our facility and the janitorial staff have been disposing a disconcerting amount of physical files.
A.D.A: Have you looked at the materials that are being thrown out?
R.A: Many times but no one can seem to retain the information. Dr. ███████ is extremely frustrated as his research has ground to a halt. I think it has something to do with the et alia.
A.D.A: Et alia? The others? Can you clarify?
R.A: Dr. ███████ is smart but he's not that smart. Most of the experiments we conduct are a collaborative effort and without the others assistance the research stalls and stagnates.
A.D.A: Where is the cat right now?
R.A: I've locked it in a storage closet with some food and water. It seems friendly enough but I don't want to take any risks.
A.D.A: Do you know how it got into the facility?
R.A: Security tapes show it entering with a person but it's hard to tell. Interference on the tape concealed their identity and the guards don't remember seeing the cat, or anyone else for that matter, pass by during that time.A.D.A: And Animal Control has already come to investigate?
R.A: We think so, one of their vehicles is out in the parking lot with a few others we can't associate with anyone in the lab. There's one car with cassette tapes scattered all around too. It's definitely not a regulation Foundation vehicle.
A.D.A: Ok. It does sound like there may be an antimemetic entity at play at your facility. A lockdown will be effective immediately until our Antimemetics team arrives and assesses the situation. Please keep the cat contained and await our arrival.
R.A: Wait, a lockdown? But it's just a cat, can't we just ship it out to you?
A.D.A: Unfortunately this is the safest course of action sir. An unknown antimemetic operating outside even minimal containment has the likelihood of causing catastrophic memetic losses. Even by your own admission, the small amount of time that the cat has been in your possession has resulted in, possibly, multiple missing persons. Please inform your fellow staff and expect us shortly.
R.A: Shit…ok. Dr. ███████ is going to be pissed.
[END LOG]
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Risk Assessment of SCP-6262
Introduction: SCP-6262 is an anomalous black cat that is capable of a target specific antimemetic event when triggered under set conditions. Though seemingly innocuous, the activation of SCP-6262 is not only detrimental to those directly exposed but the resultant antimemetic cascade can lead to unpredictable losses. The purpose of this audit has been to assess the risk posed by SCP-6262 to the Foundation and the public at large.
Methods: The antimemetic nature of SCP-6262 did not allow for direct testing and as such the research conducted had been focused on archival and literature review.
Executive Summary: With the information gathered during this audit it is possible to accurately surmise the origin of SCP-6262 and how it operates to a certain degree. The black cat, in all likelihood, began as just that, a black cat. Proximity to an extradimensional gateway as it was accidentally activated at Hiroshima in 1945 shifted the animal, and a significant amount of explosive energy, across the planar matrix to the receiving gateway in Nagasaki. It can be inferred that this crude transference of matter resulted in the cat becoming dimensionally unstable as there was no observer, objective or subjective, to consolidate the transfer. While in this volatile state, an individual, Asa Hikari, discovered the cat at the time of the nuclear detonation in Nagasaki. The residual extradimensional radiation in combination with the detonation and a subjective observer resulted in the cat and Asa Hikari being teleported away to an unknown location in Japan. After this incident, SCP-6262 was in the possession of Miss Hikari until her death in 1983. SCP-6262 remained undetected and active in and around Mizushikō Park for this period of time before capture in 1986.
With regards to how SCP-6262 operates it is necessary to make a few assumptions as direct testing would be required to confirm any theory. The first assumption is that SCP-6262 is in a constant sub-critical state that only needs to be recorded by an active observer with an electronic device to enter a critical phase. This sub-critical state is then conferred to the observer which leads to the second assumption. When SCP-6262 was observed by Asa Hikari, a superstitious subjective observer, a suite of secondary characteristics adhered to the cat. Though likely not exact, e.g. 'a cat always lands on its feet', 'curiosity killed the cat', 'cat with nine lives', etc., these mythos may have transferred from Miss Hikari's subconscious onto the cat in an unpredictable manner, i.e., landing on ones feet could be interpreted as being 'lucky'. These intrinsic properties of SCP-6262 are then relayed to any individual who has triggered SCP-6262, including the sub-critical state. Evidence from archival records suggest that affected individuals exist in an overlap state with SCP-6262 which becomes evident upon themselves being recorded. Taking into consideration the second assumption, it could be that the observer only has nine instances of being recorded while in this sub-critical phase before SCP-6262 rematerializes in our reality and dematerializes the individual in the process. In effect, SCP-6262 is a faulty switch.
Recommendations: If protocols can be maintained in the supervision of SCP-6262, it is in the opinion of the auditor that no changes be made. The risk posed by SCP-6262 is in its release to the general public as it had gone unnoticed by the Foundation for over forty years and it may be impossible to track down again should it break free. Further testing could assist in better defining SCP-6262 abilities though non-invasive tests are suggested. If the animal feels threatened it could itself easily escape from the facility if the hypothesized secondary characteristics are correct, i.e., SCP-6262 is in captivity because it feels this is the safest place to be.
Supplemental: A photograph found in the archival records has been analyzed by the Antimemetics Division. The photo captures four subjects, those identifiable are Yua Itō and SCP-6262 rematerializing. One figure is dematerializing and the other unidentifiable subject with its left arm resting on Yua Itō shoulder and its right arm over where the dematerializing figure shoulders would be. A family photo of individuals affected by SCP-6262.
Auditor: Ōtori Onzō
Submitted: ████/██/██
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