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Okay, relax and aim, Lucas. You have been trained for this. This will end well.
Trained to shoot at an unstoppable abomination? Oh please. No training can prepare you for such a thing. You are likely gonna die this time.
No, don't think like that. Grip the rifle tight and have confidence.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Theta-8 are to track sects or individual practicioners of SCP-XXXX. All members are to be treated as anomalous entities until fully examined, and administered a dose of amnestics.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers
Note: this concept might be related to Fifthism or something else
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Captured instances of SCP-XXXX are to be kept in sound proofed enclosures. Each specimen is required to wear a GPS tracking collar, and be fed a minimum of 1 kg of meat per day.
Personnel are required to wear noise cancelling helmets, and possess shock batons for self-defense. Deaf individuals can forgo the former requirement if any can be assigned to SCP-XXXX. Instances are to be administered a sedative before being removed from the containment area for whatever purpose.
Mobile Task Force Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") is responsible for containing wild SCP-XXXX instances. They have been provided a recording of an instance's call for use as a lure. Civilians who encounter specimens are to receive amnestics. If they are victims of an attack their injuries or death are to be attributed to aggressive wildlife such as feral dogs.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a quadrupedal species of carnivorous mammals. On average they are between 50 to 60 cm in height, and 70 to 80 cm in length. Its limbs are short, terminating in 4 toes with no claws. They have a pointed snout with 12 orifices.
Instances of SCP-XXXX can produce an auditory cognitohazard when breathing.
Item #:
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a Large Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-42. Security personnel
Description: SCP-XXXX is an amorphous organic mass. It possesses
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to its widespread popularity and cultural influence, SCP-XXXX cannot be suppressed from the public. Instead, homicide cases are to be monitored for activity documented in afflicted subjects.
Description:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept within a storage locker lined with lead. No testing is to be carried out that requires a human subject to wear SCP-XXXX. Guards assigned to the item are permitted to use lethal force against unauthorized access. In the scenario where an individual manages to wear SCP-XXXX, armor piercing rounds and chemical agents are to be used to incapacitate them.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a green rubber suit measuring 1.9 m tall. It is designed to resemble a humanoid reptile with four digits on its hands and feet. The belly is painted a lighter shade of green. A slit is located on the back with a zipper for an individual to step inside the suit.
Item #: SCP-6649
Object Class: Neutralized (Formerly Euclid)
Special Containment Procedures: The area SCP-6649 was located in was to be marked as private property. All trespassers were to be escorted out of the area, and possibly be prosecuted by local law enforcement. However, amnestics were administered if SCP-6649-1 was sighted on its manifestation date.
Personnel were instructed to maintain a distance of approximately 20 m away from SCP-6649. They were to only observe SCP-6649-1 for any changes in behavior until it disappeared. All items left behind by SCP-6649-1 were to be collected.
Description: SCP-6649 was a deceased instance of Quercus virginiana, also known as a southern live oak tree, in the state of Florida at ██.████° N, ██.████° W. It was physically unremarkable except for the name "BONIFAY" carved into its trunk.1 The anomalous property associated with SCP-6649 was being the yearly manifestation site for SCP-6649-1.
SCP-6649-1 was the apparition of an unidentified African-American male that manifested on September 28. At each manifestation the entity wore a brown coat and a hat. The face was always obscured by a shadow casted over it regardless of surrounding illumination.
SCP-6649-1 would only appear if no individual was within approximately 7 m of SCP-6649. At each sighting, SCP-6649-1 was always observed to be kneeling in front of the tree. Recorders planted nearby detected no vocalizations from SCP-6649-1 during this time. SCP-6649-1 would remain kneeled at SCP-6649 for approximately 30 minutes before disappearing. SCP-6649-1 often left behind a common sunflower (Helianthus annuus), or sea shells. No anomalous properties were observed in these items.
Subjects that attempted to approach SCP-6649-1 while it was still present reportedly felt melancholic. The sound of rain was also reported regardless of actual weather conditions. Whether involuntary or not, individuals would pause their advancement towards SCP-6649-1 at approximately 10 m away. In addition, most started to shed tears. When questioned, subjects cited no particular reason for it. Further attempts to approach closer to SCP-6649-1 resulted in its immediate disappearance.
SCP-6649 was placed under containment on September 28, 1939 upon confirmation of anomalous activity. Interviews with nearby locals document multiple sightings of SCP-6649-1 since 1930. It is unknown if SCP-6649-1 had manifested at an earlier date.
Addendum: Neutralization
On September 18, 1970, a thunderstorm occurred in the vicinity of SCP-6649. A bolt of lightning struck SCP-6649, resulting in its destruction. SCP-6649-1 did not manifest for 7 years before it was officially declared neutralized. Without any risk in compromising containment, excavation of the area was authorized. The skeletal remains of a woman and a developed fetus was exhumed near the base of SCP-6649. They were transferred to Research Sector-09 for analysis.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Given the location of SCP-XXXX, it can be considered self-contained from public knowledge. Foundation assets are to monitor their region of space for any activity.
Contigency measures against SCP-XXXX are being development under Project Heimdall. As of writing,
In the event SCP-XXXX-1 becomes a threat to consensus reality, its neutralization is authorized. Fighter jets equipped with a Scranton Reality Buoy are to intercept SCP-XXXX-2. If it is outside of the Earth's atmosphere it is to be targeted by the SDI Hyper Velocity Railgun.
In the scenario -1 is outside of -2, personnel are to overwhelm it from various angles with explosive munitions, and armor piercing rounds.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an extraterrestrial civilization located 163,000 light-years away from Earth in the Large Magellanic Cloud. The solar system they inhabit reportedly consists of 9 planets. Contact has been made with only a single inhabitant who occasionally visits Earth, hereby designated SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1 is a humanoid entity around 180 cm in height. It wears a black skintight suit made of an unknown material with two harness-like straps intersecting the torso. Around the waist is a metallic belt. Only the head is exposed.
SCP-XXXX-2 appears to be a transparent cube.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is to be kept in Aviary XXXX located in the Animal Containment Wing of Site 67. The enclosure is to be fitted with logs, trees with artificially carved hollows, and 1.5 meters of soil which are to have burrows. SCP-XXXX is to be implanted with a GPS tracker. SCP-XXXX-1 instances that manifest outside of the aviary are to be allowed access into the enclosure.
Recordings of a Callas event are to be kept in Secure Archive XXXX. Access to the recordings is to be approved by Level 3 personnel.
MTF Lambda-5 ("Birdwatchers") are to investigate possible reports of organisms possessing qualities similar to that of SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an avian organism with traits of a heron that stands 2 meters tall and possess a wing span of 3.4 meters. Its body feathers are blue except on the belly and breasts, including the sides of the breasts, which are grey.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties occur when it performs a Callas event, which occurs between the hours of 1:00 and 3:00 p.m. once a day. A Callas Event is when SCP-XXXX gets into a stationary position and produces a loud chirp. Following the chirp, SCP-XXXX-1 instances begin to manifest
SCP-XXXX-1 instances are similar in appearance to Western Bluebirds (Sialia mexicana) and materialize from locations that are out of sight. Examples include behind a desk, within a hole, inside trashcans, from shadows, and within bushes. The amount of instances that spawn varies but ranges between 30 to 1██. SCP-XXXX-1 instances are intangible towards human contact and are slightly transparent. Following their manifestation, they will proceed towards SCP-XXXX and occasionally enter a formation around SCP-XXXX.
Once in formation, SCP-XXXX and instances will begin to perform in an elaborate, non-lyrical chorus. It is comparable to a human level performance due to the maintenance of rhythm, tone, and hum. The length of the performance varies, but it is mostly between 15 minutes to 1 hour. Upon completion, the summoned instances fades away and SCP-XXXX bows its head, concluding a Callas event.
Over ██ unique performances have been documented and archived, and in itself display no anomalous properties when listening to it extensively. It is also praised by personnel who find it "pleasant" or "relaxing".
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was acquired from the possession of a wealthy exotic animal collector, named Mr. ██████ Wright, who purchased SCP-XXXX from an auction hosted by Marshal, Carter and Dark Ltd. at London, and was traced eventually by MTF Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") after two months. SCP-XXXX and several documents relating to SCP-XXXX were recovered, though were damaged in the process of recovery.2 The documents appear to transcribe folklore. The following is a transcript of an interview with Mr. Wright.
<Begin Log>
Interviewer: Hello, Mr. Wright. We would like to ask you a few questions.
Wright: Well, okay. I guess you gentlemen are curious about the bird?
Interviewer: Yes, mostly. First, may you tell me how you stumbled upon the auction where you purchased SCP-XXXX?
Wright: Well, I heard a rumor about it. I was searching for a unique specimen to add to my collection and apparently they may have had what I was looking for. I did not expect the things I saw when I arrived at the auction for they indeed had quite the unique specimens. Shame really, they all would have been amazing additions…
Interviewer: Alright. We are aware that you also have documentation of SCP-XXXX [Interviewer hands a copy of recovered documents] that came with your purchase of SCP-XXXX. They seem to tell stories but it's too damaged to read. Can you tell us what they were about, please? Assuming you read them all of course.
Wright: Oh my, the coffee did a number on it, did it? That is unfortunate but luckily I had read it all. To start, it all contained folkloric accounts of there once being more of the bird's kind, and many tales of how they came to be. That [points at a document], I think mentions a heroic, Hercules type that stole the birds from a wicked goddess. Another told they were a gift from above for our achievement in music. My favorite one is of a dystopian society that forgotten music and a hero granting it back to them. In the process, it pleased a god which then created the birds as a symbol of songs. There is quite a few other iterations and no one knows for sure what is most true. Entertaining nonetheless for the birds would always sing their song for all.
Interviewer: So there was many of them before pretty much?
Wright: Indeed, according to the papers. Once young and plenty. They looked like the little birds that would show up apparently. Little and happy…
Interviewer: What happened to them?
Wright: [Sigh] Well, that detail has been the most consistent.
Interviewer: What would that be?
Wright: Well, one day, an unspeakable horror named Kazoororok, spelled [Extraneous conversation removed]. Anyway, it came from a dark place and heard their wonderful songs. You see, it had lost its voice long ago and it was fond of the divine sounds the birds made. It saw a chance to sing once more, so it sought to harvest the essence of every single one, and had its faithful followers called The Listeners marched forth. Some supposedly tried to stop them, but The Listeners themselves were monstrous beings and easily defeated anyone in their wake. Anyway, they gathered all the birds in cages to transport them to their doom, but they failed to capture one.
It was said that day, a godly being made of flames was there and managed to save one from capture. They had hid the last bird until Kazoororok came to the realization that it was all in vain, their essence could not be consumed and moved on. Therefore,
Interviewer: Interesting, Mr. Wright. Well, I believe that concludes this interview. Anything else you would like to say?
Wright: Yes, since I have read the material and am familiar with it, I would like to try to write down the stories from memory. It be a shame for it to be forgotten.
Interviewer: We'll see, Mr. Wright.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Mr. Wright's offer had been accepted and all recreations can be found in Secure Archive XXXX. Mr. Wright received amnestics treatment and is being monitored.
Addendum-X-01: The following note was found in the observation pod of the aviary to SCP-XXXX.
Some songs don't have to fade into eternal silence. Cherish it.
- Pangloss
SCP-XXXX hunched down between its wings.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Operation "Surgeon's Photograph" will indirectly contribute to discrediting the existence of SCP-XXXX. The original sightings of SCP-XXXX are to be dismissed as misidentified sandhill cranes or owls. Civilians reporting direct contact with SCP-XXXX must be interviewed and administered amnestics.
Mobile Task Force Omega-48 ("Mothman's Prophets") are to remain stationed at Point Pleasant, West Virginia. They are to organize the yearly execution of
In the event SCP-2901 instances attempt to congregate at SCP-XXXX's location, lethal force is authorized against the specimens.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a winged entity standing at approximately 2.3 m tall. Its wingspan is estimated to be 2.9 m.
Dearest friend,
I lack time so I must be quick. Inside this box I bestow upon you a gift of most importance that I have skillfully aided in forging and have guarded vigilantly, the Tome. I sadly can no longer possibly protect it from the forces that be. The devoted followers of the Serpent and the cunning men of the Coalition draw closer, both seeking to destroy it. Protect the sacred knowledge held within the book as I lead the fools astray. It is a gift, not a curse.
I trust you will cherish it as I have, friend. It was a great honor to have been your teacher so may you learn well from it as you had with I. Farewell.
Sincerely,
Yigath
In your hands you hold untold secrets. Answers to many questions that await inside.
Humans, Mankind, Homo sapiens, the Children of the Sun, the Great Ones, the Music Makers, the Great Scourge, and many lesser names.
The Hanged King(s) of Alagadda
The Hanged King is mostly a title often granted upon mortals but it's true owner will always be that of the Hanged King of Alagadda. The King has r
Legs dangle from a tree,
A rope around the neck,
The murder of crows gather and sing.They sing and laugh with glee
At the crowned Hanged King.
- Unfinished song written to be as tribute to the Hanged King.
Many foolish kings sought the King of Alagadda for a boon but that is the first step to being crowned a Hanged King among mortals.Be wary of this, recreations of the demise of a king whom offered tribute leads to discord and madness for Hanged Kings are meant to be forgotten. The only recreation that exist is that of Gonzalo, the Hanged King of Trinculo.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation field operatives are to remain vigilant for manifestations of SCP-XXXX. Long-term physical containment is not possible at this time, but the instances are to be kept isolated from the public. If possible they are to be interrogated for possible information. Violent measures are to be used as a last resort for containment.
Civilians confirmed to have interacted with instances of SCP-XXXX are to receive amnestics. Web crawlers have been set to monitor potential sightings. Disinformation campaigns currently used to discredit the existence of Foundation field operatives are indirectly assisting with the concealment of SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX are humanoid entities wearing black formal suits. On some occasions instances have been observed to wear hats, and dark-tinted glasses. They possess characteristics of baseline humans, but they lack any hair on their bodies. The average height between instances is around 2 m.
The Good Parts: The imagery here is pretty much the best part of the article. Trapping someone in a cold, unfeeling parallel world against their will is pretty terrifying, and it's honestly a shame you don't expand on it more. SCP-3799 covers a snow-themed narrative amazingly, and I'd honestly recommend you check it out — it does the whole "cold and unfeeling" aspect very well. -MaliceForAThought
Item #: SCP-3XXX
Object Class: Safe Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-98 has been constructed to contain SCP-XXXX. The chamber housing SCP-XXXX is to be installed with heating elements which are to be activated during a Tahoe Event. A drainage system within the chamber is to collect all the substance produced from SCP-XXXX in a Tahoe Event and be disposed of via the on-site incinerator. The substance produced by a Tahoe Event are to never make contact with snow or cadavers. In the event of a breach, incendiary countermeasures are to be deployed.
Personnel are to avoid viewing SCP-XXXX and pre-installed laser detectors in the chamber are to be used to monitor SCP-XXXX's presence. Those exposed to SCP-XXXX effects may be terminated.
UPDATE 12/6/05: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 ("Fire Breathers") are to respond to outbreaks of SCP-XXXX-1 and be accompanied by members of Mobile Task Force Eta-10 ("See No Evil"), whom are to apprehend SCP-XXXX. The remaining substances from the Tahoe Event are to be disposed of appropriately by Epsilon-9, and SCP-XXXX is to be then transported to Site-16.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid pile of snow that is 0.914 meters tall with carved out eyes and a mouth, which are both covered in a layer of coal dust. It is physically unaffected by warm temperatures and therefore does not melt. The item is stationary at █████, Greenland, and is mostly inanimate. Due to the items immobile nature, Provisional Site-98 was constructed (See Addendum 02).
Viewing of SCP-XXXX's "eyes" is a Level 5 cognitohazard. After approximately four minutes of exposure, the perception of test subjects of their environment will be altered. Subjects report feeling cold despite body temperature being normal in a climate controlled environment. Then, the subject will report seeing snow covering their surroundings and personnel as entities composed entirely of ice. After approximately ten minutes of viewing the subject will no longer be able to communicate with others. This is followed up by the subject entering into a coma for several weeks though it is common for subjects to immediately enter this stage after viewing SCP-XXXX. During this period, the subject's body will slowly be covered in ice despite the surrounding temperature.
Most subjects do not reawaken and expire due to hypothermia. Subjects that do reawaken reacquire their ability to communicate with others and provide detail accounts of a dream that have been somewhat consistent thus far. The dream is described to be parallel to reality and a snow storm is always present. Subjects after this state begin to mentally degrade and remain "cold" until death. Accounts can be found in Addendum 01.
SCP-XXXX undergoes a Tahoe Event during the winter. A Tahoe Event refers to when SCP-XXXX begins to secrete a red substance from its eyes and mouth, though exposure to heat causes it to cease production. When the substance makes contact with snow or cadavers, it will become an SCP-XXXX-1 instance. The snow that makes contact with the substance will begin to morph into a humanoid shape and adopt a red hue. Cadavers that make contact with the substance leads to rapid growth of ice within the cadaver. The cadaver will reanimate and undergo changes such as fingers and teeth being replaced by spikes of ice. In some cases, the forearm(s) crystallize into a sharp spike. Autopsy have shown the frontal lobe of the brain to be preserved and covered in red ice as the rest of the brain is crystallized.
SCP-XXXX-1 instance are generally not aggressive unless provoked. Instances travel in groups to the direction of SCP-XXXX and remain huddled around it. Subjects remain idle around SCP-XXXX until the presence of a human within their vicinity. Instances would begin to approach the subject and force them to be exposed to SCP-XXXX's cognitohazardous effects through physical restraint. Once exposed to the effects, SCP-XXXX-1 instances will release the subject and return to their idle state until further contact with humans. SCP-XXXX-1 instances can be terminated sufficiently via incendiary means.
SCP-XXXX-1 instances have been known to occasionally produce speech. An attempt to communicate with an instance is pending approval. Attempt at communication has been approved, see Addendum 03.
Discovery: Initial contact with SCP-XXXX occurred after the apparent suicide of two mountain climbers after being released from medical care for suddenly collapsing into a coma. The first climber, Mr. Harrison M. ██████, lit his home on fire as his family were away visiting relatives and were unaware of his return. A note was left in the mailbox. The second climber, Mr. Wilbert ██████, threw himself into an industrial incinerator at his place of work and left a note in his office. Due to the odd nature of their deaths, embedded agents in the police investigated the location mentioned in the notes which lead to SCP-XXXX along with several -1 instances.
Addendum 01: The following are documented accounts of individual experiences within the dream.
Interviewer: Dr. Frederick
Interviewed: D-XXXX-08
Foreword: D-XXXX-08 was spoken to via intercom in a climate controlled cell. D-XXXX-08 at the time perceived personnel as entities composed of ice and was heavily distressed when making direct contact. The same is applied with all further subjects interviewed.
<Begin Log>Dr. Frederick: Alright…D-XXXX-08, describe-
D-XXXX-08: It's fucking cold in here. Can you turn on the AC?
Dr. Frederick: The room is at ██ °C.
D-XXXX-08: It's still fucking cold. [D-XXXX-08 attempts to hold back a sob.]
Dr. Frederick: D-XXXX-08, please detail your experience within the dream you had.
D-XXXX-08: Just snow… I walked through lots of snow…God damn pure snow!
Dr. Frederick: D-XXXX-08, please calm down. [Brief pause] Please proceed.
D-XXXX-08: Alright, it was nothing much. Looks like here but ice and snow everywhere. Very quiet.
Dr. Frederick: Did you encounter any entities?
D-XXXX-08: I can barely remember much or see for there was always a blizzard in my face. Though I have felt I was being watched…God dammit, can you please turn up the heat?
Dr. Frederick: D-XXXX-08, please continue.
D-XXXX-08: Anyway, I felt something was watching me as I wandered through the storm. I think I saw the silhouette of something far away. The dream went on like that until the moment before I woke up.
Dr. Frederick: How did the dream end?
D-XXXX-08: After a long time of wandering, I came up to what I thought was a crying child but turned out to be just a damn snowman. That's all so can you please turn up the heat? I can't take this shit anymore. [D-XXXX-08 begins to cry]
Dr. Frederick: Don't worry. I promise it's going to be alright.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: D-XXXX-08, upon the request of Dr. Frederick, was euthanized.
Interviewer: Dr. Frederick
Interviewed: D-35XX-10
<Begin Log>
D-3XXX-10: [Shivering] Oh god, it's cold. Turn up the heat, will ya?
Dr. Frederick: We are aware of that and will do so. First, may you please tell me about the dream you had? What is the first thing you remember?
D-XXXX-10: Uh, okay…let me think. I was walking through a blizzard. There was nothing until I came to a stop at a building with like guard towers and tall fences around it.
Dr. Frederick: A military installation?
D-XXXX-10: Maybe since I think I remember seeing a frozen tank. Anyway, I don't remember what happened next exactly but I ended up in a long frozen hallway. The walls had like a symbol but I don't remember much about it but looked like a flame. Not sure if it means anything-
Dr. Frederick: [Writes in notepad] Oh, please proceed.
D-XXXX-10: Okay…I think it was mostly a loop of me walking down the hall. Nothing happened for a while until seeing occasional windows showing outside. Outside seemed so peaceful.
Dr. Frederick: What did you see through the windows?
D-XXXX-10: I saw snowflakes falling slowly down towards somewhere. I did not see the ground and it looked like it went on forever. Anyway, it was calm and in the distance I heard laughing. It sounded like a little kid having fun.
Dr. Frederick: Alright, what about the hallway?
D-XXXX-10: Oh yeah, nothing but walking mostly. It was like that for a bit until, I think, the halls were beginning to be filled with snow. Up to my knees. Y-yeah.
Dr. Frederick: Did you reached the end of the hall?
[D-XXXX-10 appears uneasy and remains silent]
Dr. Frederick: D-XXXX-10?
D-XXXX-10: Sorry, it's just the cold. The end of the hall, right?
Dr. Frederick: Yes, did you reach it? What happened?
D-XXXX-10: Yeah, the end…There was a metal double door that was broken open from its hinges. I went through and things were very dark so I couldn't see obviously. As I walked in the dark, I heard things moving and the sound of a blizzard. Suddenly, I came into a brightly lit room that was huge with weird machines and science stuff. I also saw one of those see-through rooms which was at the far front of the place. You know the ones you keep animals in or test subjects like me in? Ha ha…yeah… An observation window is what I think those are called.
[Brief pause and sigh] Crying was coming from it and got louder as I got closer. I couldn't control my legs and eventually I was at the window to see inside it. Just a pile of snow. Things get a little…weird from there.
Dr. Frederick: How so?
D-XXXX-10: Well, I don't know exactly but it flashed by quick. I saw towers made of ice, my house back before my incarceration buried in snow, and a bit of red…something I don't remember completely. Suddenly, I am moving through a blizzard again but the snow was higher up to my waist. The last thing I remember was the sound of crying and something pulling my leg trying to take me under the snow. For a brief moment I saw a figure in the distance before hearing an awful shriek that lead to me waking up.
Dr. Frederick: Anything about the figure?
D-XXXX-10: Nothing much really except…I felt a very sad feeling looking at whatever it was though. I hope that satisfies you, doctor. May you turn up the heat now?
Dr. Frederick: Yes, thank you.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: D-XXXX-10 expired 6 hours later.
Interviewer: Dr. Frederick
Interviewed: D-XXXX-13
Foreword: D-XXXX-13 awoken hostile and was restrained until they became calm enough to be interviewed.
<Begin Log>
D-XXXX-13: Fuck all of you, turn up the AC! It's fucking freezing!
Dr. Frederick: It is currently ██°C inside the chamber, but first you must tell us of your experience within the dream you had.
D-XXXX-13: Awful. A frozen hell. I was chased and watched by things I couldn't see mostly for I was in a snow storm. Sometimes whatever the things were would just stop and leave me alone for a bit.
Dr. Frederick: Well, may you tell me from the start? What is the first thing you remember?
D-XXXX-13: I woke up on a bed and was being watched by things made of ice that began to chase me. Everything else is unclear except me running and the sound of a kid. I remember those well but not so much.
Dr. Frederick: Can you describe the entities?
D-XXXX-13: They were tall and made of ice, man. There's nothing much else to say about how they looked.
Dr. Frederick: Alright. What about the environment you were in? You said you woke up on a bed so can you tell us where?
D-XXXX-13: The room looked like my cell but without a door. For some reason, there was a rocking chair made of ice next to my bed. It kind of reminded me of the chair my grandfather would sit on. Yeah, I got nothing much else to say about that. Most of it was a blur and I just ran.
Dr. Frederick: Alright, what happened next?
D-XXXX-13: I don't know when but I had a flashlight and was outside during a storm. I heard howling and loud ass hell scraping. In the distance, when the storm calmed, I saw parts of the Statue of Liberty slightly buried in snow. Then, I think I was wandering the streets of Manhattan. As I wandered, I held tightly onto the flashlight. I ran away from everything that moved or looked like a person. Something didn't fucking feel right and I ran whenever the things came for me. I survived, mostly. I'm still cold…
Dr. Frederick: So what lead you to waking up?
D-XXXX-13: I heard the sound of something breaking through the ground and I turn to see tall towers that made of ice. Then, it all started to melt away and a voice told me about seeing perfection. I then was able to make out a lot of things coming towards me. Their steps clattering through the storm and making an awful shriek.
Dr. Frederick: Can you describe the voice?
D-XXXX-13: Sounded like a kid and an old man speaking at the same time sorta, though it sounded more young.
Dr. Frederick: Okay, anything else?
D-XXXX-13: Not really. Something lunged from behind me and then I woke up.
Dr. Frederick: Well, thank you, D-XXXX-13, for your cooperation.
D-XXXX-13: Ah go fuck yourself.
<End Log>
Addendum 02: On ██/██/██, SCP-XXXX breached containment at Provisional Site-98. Contact with Provisional Site-98 was lost and SCP-XXXX reportedly was roaming through ██████, Canada. Provisional Site-98 was [DATA EXPUNGED]. Since this event, SCP-XXXX at winter will manifest at areas heavily covered in snow through out North America, and more frequently undergo a Tahoe Event and wander. Updates have been made to the procedures in response to this new behavior.
Addendum 03: [LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-189, hereby referred to as 189.
Interviewer: Dr. Robinson
Foreword: Subject was placed within a chamber equipped with an incinerator and an observation window with an intercom at Site-13. Subject is huddled to the far left corner from the observation window.
<Begin Log>
189: [Whispering to itself] Frost. Towering spikes…perfection piercing the sky. Falling.
Dr. Robinson: Hello, can you hear me, 189?
189: [Contnues to whisper to itself] The child…pure and free… Most pure and free.
Dr. Robinson: Hello?
[Subject turns head slightly to observation window.]
Dr. Robinson: Do you understand me?
189: [Subject groans] Yes…
Dr. Robinson: Can you tell me about what you are?
189: Perfection…
Dr. Robinson: Please elaborate.
189: [Subject gets up and turn to face the observation window.] Have you seen into the eyes of him?
Dr. Robinson: Uh…not exactly. Who are you talking about?
189: I speak of the child whose most pure. Who cries his pure tears.
Dr. Robinson: Oh, SCP-35XX… Well, can you tell me what makes it "pure"?
189: The child, ah… the blessed lone child of perfection. He is pure, made from perfection that could never die…What is left.
Dr. Robinson: That really did not answer the question. What makes it pure and left of what exactly?
189: Once…the world was perfect. A blessing from the storm. God. But…filth stabbed the eye of god. Blinded the heart…broken. But god is now reborn [Subject laughs]. The promised world is still near. Look into his eyes… Learn. The child…will set us free.
[Subject approaches the observation window.]
Dr. Robinson: Step away from the window-
189: Yet…he cries…afraid of god's plan. Ha. Yet, he is god now and must bring about the storm. [Subject slams frosted forearms on the observation window which display visible cracks]
Dr.Robinson: Fuck! [Robinson activates the incinerators and exists the observation booth]
189: Such…perfection…can never die. We know better…and you too will.
<End Log>
Afterword: SCP-XXXX-1-189 breached the chamber midway while being incinerated and was roaming the halls in search of an exit. Security teams subdued the subject and terminated it.
It's a lovely night, twinkling stars around the full moon. I hope I will survive to see the sunrise over the desert hills.
"Everyone, get into position!" shouts our commander. I snap from my thoughts and quickly get into my position of manning the turret on top of one of the Humvees and I nervously check to see if it's loaded just to be sure. I then see in front some members of my task force, Tau-17, along with other teams surround the large entrance into Research Facility 13, drawing their weapons at it as it is lit by large flood lights. High above us soars helicopters with side gunners waiting in place. There are so many other soldiers here and there in rows too, at the side of the Humvee and behind. I haven't been paying attention to them.
The entrance to Facility 13 is similar to that of a hanger and leads to the rest of the facility that is underground through a tunnel. It pretty much is the only way in or out as far as I know. We are told to simply eliminate whatever comes out, no survivors.
Everyone around is completely silent, leaving only the sound of spinning helicopter blades, as they stare intently at the large illuminated metal doors. I begin to sweat as I anticipate for something to happen, it feels like an eternity. Then, something begins smashing the door from the other side. I tighten my grip on the turret and start to be experience a sense of dread, I can feel that some of the others too may feel the same. God, I do hope I will see the sunrise.
"Keep your cool boys, I want this over with and be home in time for nice scrambled eggs for breakfast!" says our commander who is standing on a nearby Humvee at the corner of my eye as an attempt to lighten the mood. Well, I think that what he was trying to do.
The door starts to show signs as if its being melted by something, forming a small hole at the center. We all start hearing the most awful screams that seemingly got louder as the hole grew, inhuman hands can then be seen tearing away around the door, making the hole wider. The hole grows large enough to reveal the monstrous source of the screams, a hairless pale freak, and many more of its kind then began to pour out from that hole, meeting a hail of bullets.
I start to fire away at the approaching horde who had now completely tore down the doors into the facility revealing many more behind them. They run up to us screaming their awful sounds which is drown out to the rapid firing of guns mixed with the screams of fellow comrades. God save us.
Incident Report 3199-13: On ██/██/18, Research Facility 13 was sabotaged by a Chaos Insurgency agent, who is registered under Dr. Charles River (see additional data), while researching methods for mass production of the material comprising the egg shells produced by SCP-3199 instances. The saboteur smuggled an unknown explosive device into the facility on his person, and detonated it while a newly acquired egg sample from Site-114 was being transported, killing himself in the process. The heat from the explosion triggered the hatching and rapid growth of an SCP-3199 instance. Before security teams were able to respond, the instance began to produce offspring and lock-down procedures were initiated.
Protocol 34-22-B - 'Poached' was unable to be performed properly due to water not being able to be distributed through the facility to fill rooms occupied by instances, later to be discovered as tampering done by Dr. River. Instances began to occupy the space within the sealed off areas and proceeded to liquefying the doors.
Contact was eventually lost from within the facility and Armed Mobile Task forces Nu-7, Tau-17, and Foxtrot-44 were sent to immediately rendezvous with Surface Team Tango-306-A at the entrance to Research Facility 13. Teams engaged SCP-3199 instances attempting to exit from the facility and performed a full sweep of the facility, all of which lasted four hours.
A total of 1██ casualties have been accounted for, and all recovered eggs have been destroyed. Research has been discontinued.
Additional Data: In Dr. Rivers office at Research Facility 13, a laptop with anomalous modifications (see Recovery Log-17897-13 for further details) was discovered along with an Insurgency document detailing Dr. Rivers intended assignment being attempted espionage along other. Access to the documents requires Level 4 clearance.
D-57891, formally named Richard, was escorted by two Site 19 guards to a white room, the door closing behind him as he stands alone in the room. At the wall in front of him is a stand with a neatly placed pencil and a clipboard with a sheet of paper already on it. Above that was an intercom which began to speak to him.
"Welcome to the end of the month, D-57891. You should be very proud!" said the voice with a joyful tone. "I am AIC Unit #34 and before we grant you your promised freedom we would like you to take a survey that is on the stand below the intercom! Isn't this exciting?"
The skull of an SCP-XXXX specimen.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: The existence of SCP-XXXX is to be concealed from the public as mythology. Archaeological discoveries validating their existence must be retrieved with amnestics dispensed when necessary.
Artifacts related to SCP-XXXX are kept at Site-27 within Storage Vault 12. Only Level 3 or higher ranked personnel are permitted to access them for the purpose of study.
Description: SCP-XXXX was a mammalian species that inhabited the Aegean Sea. They resembled pinnipeds except they possessed long frontal limbs terminating in webbed hands. Their skulls possessed a sagittal crest, and resembled those of canids in overall structure. The lower jaw bone comprised of two pieces instead of a singular piece. The average length of an adult specimen was around 1.6 m.
Instances of SCP-XXXX were sapient.
I comfortably sat upon a leather chair, staring outside the train car. It was raining across the German landscape. Fortunately, I had with me an umbrella. Across from me, was
A depiction of SCP-XXXX being performed.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All records concerning how to perform any variant of SCP-XXXX are to be concealed from the public. The remains of individuals suspected to have been victims of SCP-XXXX are to be retrieved. Amnestics may be administered when necessary.
Description: SCP-XXXX are a series of kinetohazards that were performed by dance. They allegedly resulted in a variety of effects.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A and -B are to be kept in separate containment chambers. Both are to remain strapped to a hospital bed with their life support systems nearby.
SCP-XXXX-A's chamber have 4 Scranton Reality Anchors installed.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to two humanoid entities designated SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B. -A and
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a hermetically sealed container appropriate to its size. It is to be inspected once a week for breaches. No vegetation is to be brought within 2 m of the containment chamber. Personnel are to undergo weekly psychological screenings. Sounds emanating from SCP-XXXX are to be considered normal.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a female humanoid measuring 4.5 m tall.
There's no such persons as Adam and Eve. DNA is how we know this is true.
We are diploid organisms, which means we have 2 copies of each chromosome and 2 possible alleles for each gene. An allele is what people colloquially call “gene". It's an inherited genetic trait that differs from person to person and potentially at both loci.
If we look at discovered alleles for the Major Histocompatibility Complex, there are more than 100 alleles. This system is how your body knows your cells from foreign stuff and is a major component of your immune system. If Adam and Eve each have two potential alleles, that means that there are a potential of four between them. The story says that everyone came from these two people (which is gross). How do you get over 100 different alleles starting from the original four?
The story of Adam and Eve is mythology meant to teach lessons. It isn't history. If humanity had started from two individuals we wouldn't have made it. Genetic diversity is the buffer that species have against change in environmental conditions. It also protects against negative unfit alleles, like recessive problematic alleles in a population.
How certain am I that there was no Adam and Eve? One hundred percent. There's no physical, genetic, chemical, hereditary way that could be how the history of human beings began. All of the evidence is aligned against that, and frankly, from the perspective of a biologist, it's absolutely ridiculous to believe.
A scan of SCP-XXXX.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be wrapped in glassine paper, and placed inside a sealed container appropriate to its proportions. The container itself is to be kept in a locked storage chamber. Personnel must not directly view SCP-XXXX if it is outside of its container.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 110 x 150 cm canvas painting exhibiting cognitohazardous properties. It depicts a young woman of indeterminate race emerging from a black mass. Dull splatters of red, blue, and yellow are also present in the background. Chemical analysis found the painting to have been made with both watercolor and oil paints.
When a subject directly views the front of the canvas containing the painting, they will undergo a gradual change in their behavior and perception. The following has been observed in those who have been exposed to SCP-XXXX.
- Complain of headaches with varying levels of intensity.
- Subjects begin to see inanimate objects as made out of organic materials.
- Diet will become increasingly more carnivorous along with a severe appetite.
- Develop the inclination to become infected with diseases.
- Individuals will become fixated on SCP-XXXX as an object of worship. This development occurs more rapidly in subjects who are religious compared to those who aren't.
- Intelligence will decrease while the subject becomes increasingly belligerent over time.
- Subjects will engage in ritualistic sacrifices along with other makeshift ceremonies in front of SCP-XXXX.
- Engaging regularly in cannibalism, which occasionally includes the subject consuming parts of themselves.
- Develop an aversion towards technology.
- Behavior deteriorates into becoming predatory towards other organisms, and in the presence of other subjects they will coordinate with each other like pack animals.
- Subjects lose their ability to engage in human language.
As of writing, amnestics are the only means of treatment, however, it is not reliably effective for every subject. Inoculations against cognitohazards provides only temporary resistance as the effects will trigger after excessive exposure. Animals are also capable of being affected by the cognitohazard, and they will remain in the presence of SCP-XXXX until their expiration. It is safe to view SCP-XXXX through scans, photographs, or video.
SCP-XXXX was discovered on June 6, 2015 in New York City. Two days prior, 67 missing person reports were submitted, 10 of which were suspected affiliates of the group of interest "Are We Cool Yet?". Mobile task forces stationed in the area began to investigate until civilians were being assaulted in Brooklyn reportedly by "feral men." The missing individuals were attacking from an underground art gallery venue they had barricaded themselves in (see Addendum 02). Evidence recovered from the site revealed that SCP-XXXX was created by POI-4992 ("Gerald Burr").
Addendum 01: The following transcript is from Mobile Task Force Epsilon-40 ("House Smashers") entering the art gallery where SCP-XXXX was discovered. Law enforcement and other MTF remained on standby outside of the facility.
<Begin Log>
The gallery is in disarray with smears of blood on the walls, and broken glass on the floor from destroyed light sources. Items on display are vandalized or knocked off from their original place.
E40-01: Make sure all your visual input is going through your SCRAMBLE, boys. You never know if these art freaks are messing with cognitohazads.
E40-03: I always do, sir. Where the hell is everyone anyway? I thought they be waiting for us at the entrance.
E40-01: We'll just follow this gallery until we find them so stay sharp.
E40-06: I hate to be the eggheads who have to process all of these items. [Mutters to himself] Art. Yeah right.
Epsilon-40 proceed through the gallery until the passage narrows, and they find three nude, disemboweled human corpses. One body, a male, is decapitated, and the head is not present anywhere nearby. Missing chunks of their flesh can also be observed.
E40-02: Disgusting. Were they eating these bastards?
Lots of noises from a crowd can be heard further down the gallery.
E40-01: Come on. They must be close. Nine and Eight watch our backs in case those guys come back to life.
E40-08: Copy that, sir.
Epsilon-40 continue further until they enter a large space with dimmed and flickering lights. SCP-XXXX can be seen hanging undisturbed on a wall between two pathways to the rest of the gallery. In front of it is a group of suspects. Some are on the floor huddled around someone they are aggressively ingesting. The rest are facing SCP-XXXX, and appear to be muttering something to themselves in a prayer stance. Mutilated corpses can also be found throughout the room. They immediately notice Epsilon-40.
E40-01: Everyone put your fucking hands up or we will fire!
Suspects do not comply and immediately attempt to rush towards the operatives. Some can be observed carrying sharp implements such as knives or an axe. Epsilon-40 neutralize all attackers.
E40-06: What the hell were they-
It is is discovered the suspects were huddled around a corpse that is missing its lower body from the abdomen. The entrails are scattered around. Furthermore, the body is missing its nose, ears, and eyes.
E40-06: I think I'm going to be sick.
E40-03: Do it later. We have the rest of this place to clear out.
Screaming can then be heard coming from both pathways. More suspects can be seen emerging from the end of them.
E40-01: This is going to be a long day.
Further gunfire ensures.
<End Log>
Over 72 bodies were recovered from the site. The body that was being ingested in front of SCP-XXXX was later identified as POI-4992. His lower half was found in a restroom having the flesh being stripped from it down to the bone. Containment teams recovered SCP-XXXX along with 14 other anomalous items from the gallery.
Addendum 02: Retrieved email correspondence of POI-4992 between May 26 and June 4 before the discovery of SCP-XXXX.
| From: | Jim |
|---|---|
| To: | Gerald |
| Subject: | Gallery submission |
Do you know what you will be submitting to the gallery? You need to have something soon or your spot will be given to somebody else looking to be cool. Fortunately for you I am your friend, and I will do my best to hold a spot for you.
| From: | Gerald |
|---|---|
| To: | Jim |
| Subject: | RE:Gallery submission |
Do not rush art. I been having a lot of nightmares recently that have been messing with my creativity. Nothing that a DMT session won't fix. I got some on a really good deal. My submission is going to be the best in the gallery.
| From: | Jim |
|---|---|
| To: | Gerald |
| Subject: | RE:RE:Gallery submission |
I like your enthusiasm but try to get it done soon. The deadline is real close, and you have a habit of doing things at the last minute.
Be careful with that DMT by the way. You don't want to have a bad trip.
| From: | Jim |
|---|---|
| To: | Gerald |
| Subject: | Where are you? |
It's been 6 days, Gerald. Are you okay? Some people haven't heard from you in a while. I know you prefer seclusion while you work on your art, but there is not even a text message out of you to anyone. Do I need to send someone over?
| From: | Gerald |
|---|---|
| To: | Jim |
| Subject: | RE:Where are you? |
i had an experience
the dmt helped inspire me but i saw so many awful things. the floor is squishy. the ceiling mocks me with its eyes. the sun melts me
i feel like i have to throw up but i am done
i am done with my masterpiece
| From: | Jim |
|---|---|
| To: | Gerald |
| Subject: | RE:RE:Where are you? |
You sound like you had a very bad trip. Come to the gallery with your project, and I'll give you something to help you with it. You don't want to look bad in front of the critics. Also, don't forget to bring in your project proposal form. We need to make you look legit as possible in the books, buddy.
See you there.
Addendum 03: Recovered project proposal form from POI-4992.
Title: Untitled Coolness
Material Requirements:
- A large canvas
- Oil paints skin oil
- Watercolors amniotic fluids
Abstract: a mirror into us
Intent: to expose a god shaped hole
i had a revelation while on dmt. instead of spinning colors i saw darkness. there was nothing but i could still see somehow
from the darkness came out the most beautiful person i have ever seen. she was tall and had black hair. i realize have seen her in my nightmares lately but i couldnt remember
instead of admiring her i felt afraid like something vast and terrible was coming so I kneeled. i looked up at her and with her were six small red shadows and she whispered only one word to me and it was "tribute"
i knew what i had to do
this is my tribute
Image source
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