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Online advertisement for SCP-XXXX.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Foundation web crawlers are to monitor online sites for SCP-XXXX's advertisements and remove them upon discovery. All web traffic to and from SCP-XXXX is monitored, with these persons devices being remotely deactivated upon accessing chat rooms. Persons stating intent to meet with an SCP-XXXX-A instance are to be detained under any convenient cover story and held for a period of five hours. These persons are to be monitored by the Foundation for a period of 12 months to ensure no further contact with an SCP-XXXX-A instance can be made.
All detected SCP-XXXX-A instances are to be immediately intercepted by the closest available Foundation personnel and locally contained. Efforts to permanently contain them remains a priority.
Description:
SCP-XXXX is a fraudulent dating website accessible through advertisements which spontaneously manifest on webpages at random. The site possesses an anomalous IP address capable of changing in response to blockages and firewalls, rendering it entirely incapable of being banned or removed.
Accessing the website automatically allows it access to the users location, and they will be presented with a page of images of individuals and their distance from the user. This distance is invariable very close to the users location, regardless of where they are located. Selecting an image will open a chat room with the individual, who will be friendly, amicable and highly driven to meet the user in person. These interactions are frequently explicit, with the user being offered sexual favours, love, gifts and financial support should they meet. Individuals agreeing to attend these dates will be met with an SCP-XXXX-A instance at the scheduled time for the date.
SCP-XXXX-A are extra-dimensional sapient entities of unknown origin and appearance, utilising human beings for unknown purposes breeding purposes. They are capable of altering their appearance at will and imitating the speech patterns of humans, but appear to have only limited knowledge of human physiology and societal norms. SCP-XXXX-A instances appear to be allergic to elements of earth's biosphere, and are unable to remain within baseline reality for periods longer than approximately 250 minutes at a time. They have been observed entering baseline reality suffering wounds superficially resembling those caused by predatory wildlife, and are capable of entering and exiting baseline reality at will. SCP-XXXX-A instance's will manifest within 500m of the agreed location of the date, frequently emerging from solid surfaces such as walls and floors. These entities will invariably attempt to lure their target to secluded locations such as bathrooms, motels, alleyways or the individuals homes under the pretence of platonic, romantic or sexual attraction. In all cases where the individuals accompanies the entity, they will be pulled out of baseline reality by the SCP-XXXX-A instance as soon as they are unsupervised.
SCP-XXXX-A entity's are not believed to possess any form of mind affecting capabilities, and appear to isolate their targets through mundane coercion alone.
Addendum 1:
Efforts to determine where SCP-XXXX-A instance's originate from and where they take their victims have been continuously undertaken by the Foundation since the anomaly's discovery. SCP-XXXX-A instances manifest so abruptly and remain within baseline reality for such short durations that it has proven extremely difficult to track their movements, and captured instance's universally exit baseline reality through any solid surface upon capture. Study of deceased entity's has determined that the creatures are organic, but composed of materials not present on earth.
Investigation into whether SCP-XXXX-A instances transport their victims to their point of origin or to other locations have been unsuccessful. No trace of the kidnapped victims has ever been discovered. A small percentage of individuals abducted by SCP-XXXX-A instances never make it to their meetings, but are simply pulled into manholes, storm drains, alcoves or other out of sight locations by large SCP-XXXX-A instances given the opportunity.
Addendum 2:
Investigation into SCP-XXXX's messaging history and web traffic revealed that a number of individuals attending dates with SCP-XXXX-A instances were able to evade abduction through various means. A series of interviews were conducted with these persons in an effort to discover as much as possible about the SCP-XXXX-A entities and how they were able to evade capture by the entities.
Interviewed: Richard Williams
Interviewer: Agent Martin Luther
Forward: Richard Williams was among the first escapees to be interviewed in the course of the investigation into SCP-XXXX, being the second known person to evade abduction. Agent Martin Luther conducted the interview under the guise of a police detective investigating the disappearance of "Jayquallen Fecund", the SCP-XXXX-A instance Mr. Williams encountered. Interview was conducted in the local police station in Torquay, Australia.
[BEGIN LOG]
Agent Luther: Thank you for coming in today Mr. Williams. Like I said, you're not in trouble here, just asking people who interacted with Miss Fecund before her disappearance, establishing a timeline of her activities.
Williams: Right, yes. No problem.
Agent Luther: Do you need a glass of water, tea?
Williams: No, that's okay, I'd rather just get this over with.
Agent Luther: Fair enough. We'll start here then, how did you meet Jayquallen?
Williams: Online.
Agent Luther: Care to elaborate on that?
Mr. Williams expresses irritation and embarrassment before sighing and nodding.
Williams: I had friends over, watching the cricket. My mate Josh sees this ad on his phone, clickbaity scam type of thing talking about there being "Hot singles near you" or something. Everyone got to taking the piss out of me that I should try it, since I've been single a while.
Agent Luther: So you just gave it a go then?
Williams: I lost a bet.
Agent Luther: Oh, I've been there mate. Go on, what happened next?
Williams: Well when I lost, they picked a profile on the ad and we all messaged her. The name was stupid, picture looked fake, figured it was just a bit of fun you know?
Agent Luther: Did she say anything of note?
Williams: Not then, no.
Agent Luther: Not then? Meaning..?
Williams: Well, I was bored and I mean, they were kind of right. It had been a while. So I opened the site again. Got to messaging. She was really nice, felt less fake than before.
Agent Luther: This was Jayquallen Fecund?
Williams: Yeah. We liked a lot of the same stuff. She was lonely too. Said she wasn't sure about the site but figured she might as well try, same as me, you know? We both liked pets, both worked with appliances. After a while we agreed to meet. Somewhere public, for safety. You know how it is with meeting people.
Agent Luther nods, grunts and looks through a file.
Agent Luther: So you meet up in the… Oceanside tavern and bistro. You arrived first?
Williams: Yeah, at 7:30. I thought the sunset would be nice.
Agent Luther: Romantic. Then what happened?
Williams: There was all this commotion from outside. Like growling and people getting excited. Next thing I know Jayquallen's dragging a fucking seal through the door.
Agent Luther: Excuse me?
Williams: Like a wild, angry seal with a rope tied around it. It was wet and everything, like it was dragged out of the sea. It was trying to bite people and making these sort of burping growling sounds. And there she is, stupid grin on her face and waving to me.
Agent Luther: Did she say anything?
Williams: You're not going to believe it.
Agent Luther: Try me.
Williams: She goes "You said you liked pets, so I want you to meet LG Turboclean 360, my dog."
Agent Luther: Excuse me?
Williams: I told you you wouldn't believe me.
Agent Luther: No, no I'm just surprised is all. So. What next? What did you do?
Williams: I just stared, what do you think I did? Who even does that?
Agent Luther: Miss Fecund, apparently.
Williams: I guess. After a second the rope broke and it ran- Er, bounced… Ran? It left.
Agent Luther: Did Miss Fecund seem bothered by this?
Williams: No, she laughed and said he had to go home, then went and sat down at someone else's table.
Agent Luther: Not yours?
Williams: No. I thought about leaving then and there, but I'd already ordered garlic bread.
Agent Luther: … I see. Alright. Did anything else stand out to you as unusual?
Williams: «Scoffs» What didn't?
Agent Luther: Humour me.
Williams: Well, she was wearing a wetsuit and a cape for one thing. She came up and hugged me to say hello but it was like she'd never hugged anyone before
Agent Luther: How so?
Williams: She was all… Flailing. Like those things outside a car yard.
Agent Luther: Okay then. So how'd the date go from there?
Williams: Not well. We ordered dinner. I'm amazed they served us to be honest. She kept asking the waiter what dishes had the best mouth feel, whatever that means. She laughed at everything I said, even when I started to test it.
Agent Luther: How did you test it?
Williams: I told her I saw a horrible car accident on the way there. She just laughed and said how adorable it was and tried to change the subject.
Agent Luther: Yeah, that's not normal. What was she changing it to?
Williams: She wanted to go out the back together after we ate. She kept saying how humid I was making her.
Agent Luther: Must have been tempting, did you consider it?
Williams: Are you nuts? No! She was fucking crazy! Must have been off her meds or something, I swear. Another thing she did! Every single time she took a sip of water she'd go "Mmmm. Delicious." Every time. Like, what the fuck?
Agent Luther: Right. Sounds like a pretty crappy date. Anything else stick out in your memory before it ended?
Williams: Well yeah. When the food came she ate everything.
Agent Luther: I'm not sure I follow, how is that unusual?
Williams: She ate EVERYTHING. The plate, the cutlery, everything. All in one bite. I don't know how the fuck she did that, but she did.
Agent Luther: I see…
Williams: Then she looks at me and says to just think what else her mouth can do. I don't know where to even begin wondering what she meant by that, but I'd had enough.
Agent Luther: What did you do?
Williams: Look. I'm not proud of this. Any of it really. I mean I met up with a seal dragging lunatic I met on a sketchy website, but I have standards you know?
Agent Luther: Of course you do. Go on. Tell me what happened next.
Williams: I said that I had to go to the bathroom, to wait for me. She said she'd come with me and then blinked. I think she was trying to wink?
Agent Luther: Well, I bet that was tempting. But you didn't let her?
Williams: Are you kidding me? She ate a plate! I said to just wait and it'd be better when we got back to my place so she'd wait at the table.
Agent Luther: I get it. Alright. So you went to the bathroom, what then?
Williams: Well I was going to take a photo of her to show the boys, but when I looked over at her staring at the ceiling, I swear she twisted her neck around all the way like an owl.
Agent Luther: Alright. I can understand how it might look that way under strange lighting.
Williams: I didn't care any more. After that shit show I figured she could pay.
Agent Luther: So you left?
Williams:Yeah. Out the bathroom window.
Agent Luther: And did you ever see or speak to miss Fecund again? On the site or anything?
Williams: She messaged me asking when I was coming back like six hours later, but I didn't reply.
Agent Luther: Alright. Thank you for your statement, Richard.
[END LOG]
Closing statement: Mr Williams story was confirmed via the bistros CCTV cameras and interviews with other witnesses. The SCP-XXXX-A entity remained seated at the table for seven hours before abruptly exiting the building and de-manifesting inside a dumpster. Mr. Williams was amnesticised and his browser history purged.
Addendum 3:
Following further study and deliberation following the witness interviews, the use of a D-Class test subject to determine SCP-XXXX-A's home dimension and location of abducted victims was authorised. D-XXXX-1 was instructed to access SCP-XXXX, select a picture of their choosing and engage it in conversation, with the goal of arranging a meeting between the SCP-XXXX-A instance and D-XXXX-1 at a pre-arranged location.
Once a meeting had been arranged, D-XXXX-1 was escorted to a local art gallery to meet the SCP-XXXX-A entity and allow its behaviour to be observed. with D-XXXX-1 was fitted with a remote communication device, tracking beacon, survival equipment and explosive collar in the event of their escape, and instructed to take a seat on location. Commands and conversational instructions were relayed via earpiece to study the entity's behaviour and responses to a variety of social stimuli.
Forward: The following recording was captured through remote surveillance, as well as through recording devices and hidden cameras on D-XXXX-1's clothing. Numerous clandestine Foundation personnel were on location to prevent any harm coming to the public, or the escape of D-XXXX-1. The operation was overseen by Agent Luther, who provided D-XXXX-1 with conversational instructions and directions for the duration of the encounter.
[BEGIN LOG]
D-XXXX-1: It's good to be out and about, but why'd you pick an art gallery?
Agent Luther: This exhibition has been on for eight months now. It's off season, and this city rate's among the least cultured in the state. Best chance of us being able to intervene if something happens without civilians being endangered.
D-XXXX-1: But you don't give a shit about me, huh?
Agent Luther: You are integral to this operation, D-XXXX-1. I will personally see that you are not harmed in this building.
D-XXXX-1: Very comforting, I'm sure you'll bend over backwards.
Agent Luther: Sure. Keep the chatter to a minimum, we don't want to arouse suspicion. The goal here is to ask your date as many questions as you can, and when I say to, to see just what kind of behaviour she will accept as normal. We want to learn how these things think and act.
D-XXXX-1: What if she takes it badly?
Agent Luther: That's what the box of chocolates is for. You'll figure it out.
The SCP-XXXX-A entity is seen emerging from a nearby blind alleyway, approaching the building. It is in the shape of a young woman, approximately 2.4 metres tall with no hair and dressed in mountaineering clothing, despite the 43C weather.
Agent Luther: Look sharp, she's headed your way.
D-XXXX-1: What's she look like?
Agent Luther: I think you'll spot her without much trouble. She's wearing mountain climbing gear, pretty tall.
D-XXXX-1: How tall is sh- Oh."
The SCP-XXXX-A entity enters the gallery foyer, waving to D-XXXX-1 as it approaches. It is visibly lacking ears, and has metallic frames protruding from its face in a facsimile of glasses. It carries a large bag in its left hand, dripping a black fluid.
D-XXXX-1: What the fuck?
Agent Luther: Manners. You need it to think you're interested.
D-XXXX-1: Who would be interested in that thing?
Agent Luther: You'd be surprised. Stand up, be a gentleman.
D-XXXX-1 rises to his feet. He is dressed in a suit and holding a box of chocolates.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Hello. Jeremy Mitchell? Hello. It is me, Kendra Johansson. Hello.
SCP-XXXX-A-42 approaches D-XXXX-1, smiling widely. It is not wearing shoes, and on closer inspection has a total of seventeen fingers, five of which are thumbs. It presents the bag to D-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: I brought you a snack! Hello!
Agent Luther: Greet it, accept the gift.
D-XXXX-1: Uh, Hi, It's uh, it's good to meet in person. Thanks.
D-XXXX-1 accepts the bag, nearly dropping it due to its weight. He opens the bag, revealing an automotive catalytic converter.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Try it Jeremy Mitchell. I made it for you.
D-XXXX-1: Oh, no thanks Kendra, I just ate.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Okay. Hello Jeremy Mitchell. I have been excited for our date. I like this restaurant you have selected.
Agent Luther: Well go on, head inside. The staff is all ours, don't worry about what they see.
D-XXXX-1 places the catalytic converter onto the bench, offering SCP-XXXX-A-42 the box of chocolates.
D-XXXX-1: I got these for you, want to head inside?
SCP-XXXX-A-42 takes the box, placing it on the floor, standing on it and twirling before reaching out to take D-XXXX-1's hand.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Thank you, that was wonderful. Is that your house inside?
D-XXXX-1: Uh, no. That's the art gallery. For our date.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: I was hoping to see your bedroom…
SCP-XXXX-A-42 runs its fingers up D-XXXX-1's chest and face clumsily.
Agent Luther: Improvise. Just act like its a normal date and steer it into the gallery. Ask it where it's from.
D-XXXX-1: Later, Kendra, I want to spend some time with you first. Say, where are you from?
D-XXXX-1 leads SCP-XXXX-A-42 into the gallery floor. There are numerous statues of people in artistic poses on display inside, with no other visitors and staffed by Foundation personnel.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: I gestated within a human womb and emerged after nine years, the same as you of course!
D-XXXX-1: No, I mean, where do you live?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Where I live? I live in a house.
Agent Luther: Ask it where.
D-XXXX-1: Where is your house, if you don't mind my asking?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: America-town, USA! Why are these people so still? Are we supposed to do this too?
D-XXXX-1: Oh, these are statues, they're art.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Of course, how silly of me to forget! You're so smart and funny, Jeremy Mitchell!
SCP-XXXX-A-42 laughs for nearly three solid minutes without breathing.
D-XXXX-1: Yeah. Thanks. Uh… Your haircut is different than most girls.
Agent Luther: Smooth.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Oh! Thank you! I wanted to see what head keratin you would find most attractive before deciding.
D-XXXX-1: Oh… Sure.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: You tell me when it makes your desire to mate the strongest!
SCP-XXXX-A-42 appears to clench its muscles, slowly forcing red and green striped hair to emerge from its head, lengthening steadily. D-XXXX-1 stares, open mouthed. As the emerging hair reaches the entities knees, Agent Luther speaks.
Agent Luther: I think it's just going to keep going. Better say something if we don't want to be here all day.
D-XXXX-1: Uh. That's good there, Kendra. Um. It looks very nice.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Anything for my Jeremy Mitchell. Now I have your optimal head keratin, would you like for me to put my ass in your cock?
Agent Luther: Not yet. Act shocked, ask if it would dare do that in public. Ask it if it's interested in a long term relationship or just a hookup. Whichever it says, tell it you want the opposite.
D-XXXX-1: Oh. Oh my. Uh, Kendra, that's a lot… Would you really want to do that with all these people watching?
SCP-XXXX-A-42 smiles and removes its clothing. It has a garbled tattoo vaguely resembling the schematics of a 2003 Honda Accord on its abdomen, and lacks genitalia. It moves to embrace D-XXXX-1, pulling him into its arms.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: I thought you would never ask. I want whatever you want!
**Agent Luther: Shit. Shut it down, tell it to wait until you get to your place.
D-XXXX-1: Let's wait a bit, Kendra. Um. I have a surprise for you at home. Why don't you get dressed again?
SCP-XXXX-A-42 makes a hissing sound, redressing itself incorrectly before smiling.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: What is the surprise?
D-XXXX-1: Uh…
Agent Luther: Say you have massage oils.
D-XXXX-1: Massage oils. I want it to be perfect for us.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Well, I suppose I could eat at the same time, sure!
D-XXXX-1: So, what do you do for work?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: I work.
D-XXXX-1: Doing what?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: I do work?
D-XXXX-1: But what work do you do?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Oh, I work at job.
D-XXXX-1: What's your job?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: My job is work.
D-XXXX-1: … what's your job title?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Claw machine.
D-XXXX-1: You work with claw machines?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: No, why?
Agent Luther: Stop, I'm getting a headache. Ask it what its plans are for the future.
D-XXXX-1: Don't worry. Do you have any plans for the future?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Yes! I am going to have a big family. I will keep them safe
D-XXXX-1: Oh. When?
SCP-XXXX-A-42: When we go to your home.
Agent Luther: Tell it you're not wanting to start a family.
D-XXXX-1: Uh. I don't know about that, Kendra. I'm not a family guy.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Okay! I know enough to do it myself. You don't need to be the father.
D-XXXX-1: Who is the father, then?
SCP-XXXX-A-42 does not respond, breaking into laughter instead.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: You are so funny, Jeremy Mitchell! You are full of interesting words!
Agent Luther: I've seen enough, this is just going in circles. Lead it outside into the containment van. Once the doors are closed it won't be able to stay in this dimension and your date will be over.
D-XXXX-1: Thanks, Kendra. You know what, why don't we head out to my van? I think I'd like to show you my place now.
SCP-XXXX-A-42: Very good! This date was so damp and purple, thank you Jeremy Mitchell!
SCP-XXXX-A-42 presses its face against D-XXXX-1's cheek in what may have been intended as a kiss before taking his hand. D-XXXX-1 leads the entity outside, into the waiting mobile containment vehicle, slamming the door shut as soon as he is able.
With the door shut, the SCP-XXXX-A-42 entity rapidly leaps at D-XXXX-1, its eyes multiplying across its face, and mouth deforming into a series of appendages flanking an orifice. A long, fleshy mass emerges from the orifice, pressing into D-XXXX-1's mouth and throat as it tackles him. Instead of making contact with the floor of the vehicle, they pass through it entirely, but do not emerge on the other side.
[END LOG]
Afterword: Following the controlled abduction of D-XXXX-1, the fitted tracking devices could not be detected anywhere in the known universe, confirming the entity to be extra-dimensional in origin. All attempted communication with D-XXXX-1 were unsuccessful, as were efforts to re-establish contact, leading the study to be deemed a failure.
Forty seven days later, D-XXXX-1's tracking signals were located by the Foundation, 8,209km away from the point of abduction in US, located within an industrial estate in Kazakhstan. Upon investigation, D-XXXX-1 was located within a chamber dug out from within a sub-basement in an abandoned steel mill, alongside numerous other persons abducted by SCP-XXXX-A instances.
Forward: The following is a transcript of Agent Luther's bodycam footage, obtained during the investigation into D-XXXX-1's reappearance. Agent Luther is accompanied by a small security detail comprised of Sgt. Tom Hetfield, Pvt. Erika Backshaw, and Pvt. Olga Sapkowski, proceeding to enter the mills sub-basement once foundation operatives had secured the area. Footage is grainy and suffers extra-dimensional interference.
[BEGIN LOG]
The cameras field of view shows a narrow industrial corridor illuminated by powerful personal flashlights. A thick layer of debris and dust lays over the ground. The tunnel extends into the dark, descending steadily as Agent Luther moves through it.
Sgt. Hetfield: Shit, Luther, how long has this place been abandoned?
Agent Luther: Since the fall of the union at least.
Pvt. Sapkowski: No footprints in the dust, no one came this way. Are you sure this is the only access route to the signal location?
A tablet enters view, displaying the blueprints of the structure, with a storage sub-basement and adjoining foundation highlighted. No other route leads to this space.
Agent Luther: No other way in unless something's burrowed in. No sign of that, though.
Nothing of note occurs for four minutes of travel, before numerous discarded items of clothing begin to appear strewn about the corridor. Some appear brand new, undamaged, and occasionally coated in a viscous, tan substance of unclear origin. A larger number of the discarded garments display damage consistent with being violently torn from their wearers. Subsequent analysis was able to match these clothing items with those worn by individuals who disappeared following interaction with SCP-XXXX.
Pvt. Backshaw: Ugh. This slime reeks.
Sgt. Hetfield: Where are these coming from? Sapkowski, getting any readings from these?
Pvt. Sapkowski: Nothing, they are clean. Anomalously speaking anyway.
Agent Luther: Eyes peeled, ladies and gentlemen. I'm feeling the air getting warmer. We should be close.
As they round a bend in the tunnel, masses of flesh coloured organic material can be seen coating the surfaces of the tunnel. The same tan substance drips from the material, which quivers and pulses as it is exposed to light. This material grows thicker and more numerous as the group progresses, before Sgt. Hetfield stops and calls for Agent Luther.
Sgt. Hetfield: Oh fuck! Luther get back here!
Agent Luther: Keep your voice down. What is it?
Pvt. Sapkowski: Charming.
The footage shifts as Agent Luther approaches their position. Embedded into the organic material is a grossly distorted human corpse, plastered against the wall and ceiling of the tunnel in a splayed out position. The torso is hugely distended and is ruptured down the middle, as are various sections of its limbs. While not identifiable, the corpses face is contorted into an exaggerated facsimile of ecstasy.
Agent Luther: Command are you seeing this? Any ID on the cadaver?
Pvt. Backshaw: That's all you have to say?
Agent Luther: This isn't my first rodeo. Any ID?
Pvt. Backshaw: Maybe in some of these clothes, I'd rather make sure its safe to be here first.
Agent Luther: Alright. Tag it for search later and we move on.
Sgt. Hetfield: Jesus.
Pvt. Sapkowski fixes an evidence tag to the cadavers jaw before they move deeper into the tunnel. Several dozen additional cadavers are found fused into the walls in similar condition, before the team enters a larger room through a tight entrance. The space is relatively large, with large portions of the structure being coated in more of the organic substance. A prismatic mist lays low over the floor, with strained moaning and gasping sounds emerging from within the space beyond range of the flashlights.
Agent Luther: Keep it together now. Eyes open for D-XXXX-1.
Pvt. Sapkowski: It stinks of sex in here.
Pvt. Backshaw: Ozone, too. Ozone and sewage.
The group advances towards the source of the moaning. Approximately seventeen bloated organic structures are able to be seen fused to various structures in the room, pulsating and moaning. As these masses are approaches, it can be seen that they are grossly distended humans, with facial recognition matching them to numerous individuals to have disappeared following interaction with SCP-XXXX. Each individual is nude, with dozens of large masses beneath their skin restricting their movement and holding them in place. These masses pull the skin extremely tight, and appear partially translucent under strong light. The feed moves closer to a protrusion, showing a multicoloured biological mass squirming within and pressing small humanoid hands against the flesh. The human host of the mass shudders and groans with each pulse.
Agent Luther: Jesus Christ.
Agent Luther reels back, dry retching. The security detail can be seen and heard reacting similarly, before a voice calls out from the far wall.
D-XXXX-1: Agent Luther?
Sgt. Hetfield: We need to put these people down.
Agent Luther: You'll do no such thing. D-XXXX-1?
The camera shifts as Agent Luther approaches the voice. D-XXXX-1 enters the frame, fused to a support pillar with 32 large masses embedded in his flesh. His face is difficult to discern, as an approximately 70cm wide mass grows from the left side of his neck, face and head. The mass pulses with faint pink, blue and green light, with a grub shaped organism visible within. D-XXXX-1 spasms and groans intermittently, appearing to be experiencing extreme physical pleasure.
D-XXXX-1: Luther. I'm going to be a dad. Did you come to congratulate me?
Pvt. Backshaw can be heard vomiting in the background, while Sgt. Hetfield supports her.
Agent Luther: I… see. Where did you go after the date?
D-XXXX-1: Oh. That feels like a lifetime ago. She brought me to her home. It was wonderful.
Agent Luther: Where was her home? What did you see?
D-XXXX-1: It was amazing… she was like a comet made of music, swimming in glass. But it was dangerous, patterns in the glass would shatter them. My date. My Kendra… They would have killed her. Our babies couldn't stay. It was too dangerous.
Agent Luther: Where was this? how long were you there?
D-XXXX-1: Forever and ever, all of five minutes. Kendra sent me home to look after our babies. Her friends do the same. I can't wait to meet our babies, Luther.
Agent Luther attempts to question D-XXXX-1 further, before the masses beneath his skin begin to pulse rapidly, pressing against the inside of his skin. Luminous pulses emerge from the organisms within, syncing their patterns as D-XXXX-1 cries out ecstatically.
Agent Luther: Everyone back to the door. Back now!
As the team backs away from D-XXXX-1, dozens of vaguely grublike organisms burst from beneath his skin, screaming and crying from humanoid faces. They pull themselves free using a combination of glowing tentacles and semi-humanoid limbs, rapidly skittering into the mist and out of view. The security team opens fire at random before fleeing, with the cameras view settling on D-XXXX-1's face as the organism growing from it hauls itself free. It shrieks loudly from a pair of humanoid faces.
D-XXXX-1 She has her daddy's nose.
Agent Luther turns and flees back through the tunnel, with the sounds of the organisms rapidly fading behind him. No further anomalies are encountered before Agent Luther rejoined the security team, before progressing to report their findings.
[END LOG]
Afterword: Following Agent Luther's report, the area involved was placed under containment. All organisms within have been designated SCP-XXXX-B instances, with several being retrieved for study. On the recommendation of Agent Luther, monitoring the area for further insight into the movements of SCP-XXXX-A instances has been approved, with the captured civilians to be left as they are to avoid alerting the entities.
NOTES:
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Thanks to Adam for the making the image, KatyaStrangelove for crit, others for crit when I show them