Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-11. Personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are to wear protective clothing for high impacts when directly interacting with the subject. All requests by SCP-XXXX to engage in combat with it are to be denied.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard containment chamber at Site-23. The chamber is to be fitted with Non-Physical Displacement Neutralizers (nPDN).
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity that seems to be severed at
Eric mostly didn't enjoy the car ride. It was boring, the car was hot, and the smell of the leather seats were unbearable and made him feel sick. Admittedly though, he did enjoy the passing scenery of trees and distant mountains as he stared out the car window. Still, he wish he didn't have to move.
The car made its final stop at the town of Miller Point, a quiet place. As the car passed the center of town, Eric saw a few people walk along the sidewalks and a movie theater.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") are to investigate missing person cases. Any possible evidence of SCP-XXXX's involvement is to be confiscated, and amnestics be appropriately administered if necessary.
Personnel assigned to containment are to operate on a strict need-to-know basis. Access to full information of SCP-XXXX is to be restricted to personnel with Level 4/XXXX clearance.
Items or individuals taken by SCP-XXXX are to be considered lost.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a pale tendril which manifests from out of obscured places. In each manifestation, it varies in size and sometimes possess three spindly digits at the end. No pattern for its manifestations has been identified, and the exact rate of manifestation remains unknown. Although, based on documented appearances, it seems to prefer darker or isolated environments.
When SCP-XXXX manifests, it will take take an object or person relative to its size. Its movement is often too quick to notice, and is a white blur when directly viewed. Electronic means are sufficient to capture a clearer image of SCP-XXXX.
It is unknown where items acquired by SCP-XXXX is taken or what the tendril is attached to. See Addendum.
SCP-XXXX gained SCP status after the following occurrences.
- On 3/15/██, a Mr. ███ Rodney in Miami, Florida reportedly claimed to have witnessed SCP-XXXX take his dog. The report lacked any evidence and was deemed a low priority.
- On 5/12/██, SCP-XXXX was caught as a blur on CCTV footage at a local gas station in Vancouver, Canada. It took a trash can and the incident was logged as an extranormal event.
- On 07/12/██, a Mr. █████ Clark had his wallet taken by SCP-XXXX as he was wandering a gift shop at █████. SCP-XXXX was caught on camera slithering from behind a stocked shelf against a wall toward Mr. Clark's pocket. Amnestics were distributed.
- At Site-██, on 5/13/██, Head Researcher Jonah Westfield was taken by SCP-XXXX as he passed a partially open broom closet while walking to his office.
Addendum 01: Initial Test Logs
NOTE: Due to how tedious, costly, and long it took to acquire results, no further tests are planned at the moment. Besides, I doubt we'll learn anything new. -Dr. Hadian
Procedure: A GPS tracker is kept in an empty storage locker lined with motion sensors.
Result: After a month, the GPS tracker was found missing along with the motion sensors. No signal from the tracker was detected.
Procedure: One Class-D personnel (D-782199) in a dark testing chamber. Infrared cameras are installed to monitor the subject. The subject is to wear shackles fixated to the walls.
Result: After five weeks of no results, the test was about to be aborted before D-782199 was taken by SCP-XXXX. It pulled D-782199 with great force that it tore the subject’s left leg and right arm, which remained attached to the shackles.
Incident Report XXXX-1: On 07/17/██, a cruise ship leaving the ports of ██████ suddenly was sunken beneath the water by SCP-XXXX, which emerged from the water. It was caught on the cameras of onlookers nearby. Mobile Taks Force Gamma-4 ("Red Herrings") were deployed and a total of ███ individuals were lost to SCP-XXXX.
Incident Report XXXX-2: On 09/28/██, a commercial airliner en route to Hawaii disappeared from radar in the middle of the night. Communication with pilots reveal they were passing through clouds, and moments before disappearing reported seeing a "tentacle". ███ people were aboard the flight.
Addendum 02: Level 5 Clearance Required
The following was addressed to the O5 Council and Ethics Committee.
Ladies and gentlemen, I understand all of your concerns. I have reviewed the incident reports, including the ones expunged, and can see why the thought of terminating SCP-XXXX may be appealing.
My answer is no. Neutralization will not be granted. Based on the data acquired, it hardly manifests. You can live your whole life, and never see it. The people that go missing are mostly few.
Nonetheless, to ease all of you, sections of Site-01 is being renovated to prevent SCP-XXXX from manifesting to insure the safety of further O5 members. We don't want every Foundation personnel to be paranoid so why should you all? Also, an investigation into possible memetic or cognitohazard influence will be underway, courtesy of O5-10. You can't be too safe.
Sincerely,
The Administrator
"…so please don't leave the toilet seats up in the women restroom anymore. In other news, the cafeteria today will be serving both fried and crispy chicken with smashed potatoes and peas. Enjoy that and continue to have a splendid day with zero containment breaches." finished the female voice on the intercom system.
Without hesitation, the staff then proceeded to flocked their way immediately to the site cafeteria, eager to dine for they've been working tirelessly without end. The cafeteria was eventually flooded by hungry staff in lines with trays in their hands. They were ready to try that finger-licking goodness, especially Researcher Henry Luis for he brought his homemade BBQ dipping sauce. Everyone loved that sauce except for those who argued that Lead Chemist Richie Sanchez's homemade Szechuan dipping sauce was superior, which he brought with him too. They both had set up small stations beside one another to serve their sauce. To them, it were always a competition with one another.
After receiving their meals, they all sit in the row of tables.
Task Force agent Lawrence Hendrick ran for dear life down the halls as a vaguely reptile-like abomination followed behind him. He could hear the wet splats of its melted flesh every time it stepped. As he ran, he tried to close as much doors to slow it down but it would simply ram through them. It filled him with fear the idea that he would possibly join his comrades soon in Hell if he didn't make it to the armory. He refused to die or wait for reinforcements for he would just die anyway. The armory was his only chance for he remembered being told about a big gun that would surely do fine in this type of scenario. Bernard promised there would be one.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" He repeated to himself as he almost missed a turn. He then heard the loud crash of the beast behind him. Lawrence comes across two blast doors barely closing that he managed to slip through just in time. He continued his journey through the facility for he is close. As he journeyed, he could hear the roar and banging on the opposite side from the door echo through out the facility. In his mind it would probably hold the creature for roughly a minute.
In the dark depths far below the water, a pair of dark and empty eyes stared off into the surrounding abyss. Its idle gaze and coiled body were lost in thought. Its own thought instead of the minds it had devoured over the years. At the moment, it was remembering the past.
A newborn baby is neatly cradle in old weary arms. "Welcome to life, Susie."
It recalled it's birth, one among thousands of siblings, whom were grand and mighty in their own right. It was a sea of writhing bodies with no defined form, but soon all took shape. The most common form were serpentine and reptilian. They were born in a grand place that was endless and chaotic. It then recalled itself crawling into a great lake where it prospered with several others of its kind, and they were named the Nantash. The reptilians named themselves the Taras as they lurked on land.
Around a table, a young boy is presented with a birthday cake, surrounded by family. The boy's mother quickly prepared to take a photo of the joyous scene.
It could remember the face of their mother. She was grand and glistened under the red suns in the orange sky. It was like she could touch those suns and extinguish them with ease. Sadly, she was absent but everyone knew she was watching from somewhere beyond. To her, most prayed to and her name was Tiamat.
A hunter armed with a rifle stood still for a roaring Bengal tiger stared up at him. The two hunters blinked, awaiting the other's move.
Next, the creature remembered an encounter it once had back home. It had one day sensed possible prey drinking from the great lake it dwelled, and it emerged to investigate. It spotted a young Taras. It was small, lacked any armor, and it backed away when it saw the serpent-like creature's head emerge from the lake. The two stared at each other for it was the first time seeing the species of the other. All they heard were stories of each other being predator and prey, enemies, despite their common root to one divine mother that spawned the two species.
The two young beasts were still, but the serpent's mind effects were already disorientating the young Taras. The small reptile could fight the serpent but it was too inexperienced and would easily perish. The serpent knew not what to do but had no intention on feasting on the young creature. A roar then came in the distance and the serpent quickly knew it must be the parents of the Tara before it. It then quickly submerged back into the water and slithered to the depths where others were.
There is a vast plain that stretches forever. Nothing is there except former creations of faceless gods. They only wander the emptiness as they are in a cruel limbo.
They were wiped from Creation and forgotten, left to forever be in a limbo of something not quite like life. This state
I have traveled across the sea, the mountains, and cities of old.
Finally, I have made it to my destination and I am filled with an unknown dread. "This is not holiness." I say to myself as I stand on a small hill, gazing at the many chimney stacks darkening the sky with black smoke. From here, I can hear the roars of machines so unholy, mindless, and tirelessly working. I see the large concrete, steel buildings which some being a red and brown color that is most definitely the rust. This is The Factory.
Many dear brothers of the faith are misguide for believing this as God's paradise, His greatest piece, yet it is more like that of Hell, an industrial desolation riddled in rust, blood, and greed. My astray brothers even formed a
SCP-XXXX after manifesting a stool to sit on for the photo.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is located in Area-XXXX which is made to house only SCP-XXXX. It is kept within a standard humanoid containment chamber. Members of Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") serve as security at the facility.
Only Class-D personnel are allowed to enter SCP-XXXX's chamber. When in the presence of SCP-XXXX, it is to be referred to as "His Highness". Interaction with SCP-XXXX is to be avoided whenever possible. In the event SCP-XXXX attempts to engage in conversation, personnel are to remain silent and simply agree with SCP-XXXX by nodding their head in the affirmative. Furthermore, minor indulges are to be performed for SCP-XXXX at its request.
Four Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs) are installed within the facility. They are to be kept at low power but will increase immediately when SCP-XXXX begins to use its abilities to inflict mass harm on personnel, and breach containment. Kant Counters have been attached to the SRAs to automatically raise the power of the devices if it is not able to be done manually.
MTF Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heel") are to be deployed in response to SCP-XXXX breaching containment. It is to either be recaptured or neutralized. If the former occurs, the special containment procedures are to be redrafted for a more hostile SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 13 cm tall, sapient humanoid taking the form of a jester. Its attire is colored a light orange, and it wears a miniature venetian-style mask. SCP-XXXX body overall resembles a plush toy.
SCP-XXXX is capable of bending reality. The full extent of its abilities are not known, but it is able to manifest objects at will while also making things disappear. Observed actions from personnel include:
- Manifesting a small flame in its hands that hovered above its palm.
- Changing the color of the walls of its containment chamber. In one instance SCP-XXXX had a wall have colors that visibly swirled for a minute before it got bored with it.
- Spawning music from an unknown source. The music was described to be similar to the works of German composer Johann Sebastian Bach.
- It levitating in its containment chamber along with various items.
- Expanding the internal dimensions of its chamber.
SCP-XXXX is energetic at times with its movements. It has a charismatic and joyous demeanor, but it is prone to getting upset over trivial things. SCP-XXXX is also narcissistic, discussing itself at any opportunity. Interrupting it often results in it killing the offender by having the individual violently explode.
Due to the item's nature with discussing itself, information about its origins is easily obtained. See Addendum 01 below.
Containment is achieved by the treatment of SCP-XXXX as a monarch. SCP-XXXX has expressed enjoyment of the treatment, and it willingly stays in containment for it is under the impression that it is a king.
SCP-XXXX came to Foundation attention when the HEED Array detected an interdimensional opening. MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") were given the coordinates of the event and arrived to the scene. Lambda-5 observed a thin white line of light that quickly opened into a triangle, revealing a gateway to a city in flames. SCP-XXXX exited from the gateway while holding a large glass bottle later found to contain a substance similar to wine. SCP-XXXX was clearly intoxicated, and did not resist entering containment.
Addendum 01: The following is an interview with SCP-XXXX performed by Dr. Alto Clef due to his experience with reality bending anomalies.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Alto Clef
Foreword: After much reluctance, Dr. Clef went to interview SCP-XXXX a day after it was recovered. SCP-XXXX at this time was experiencing a hangover from the wine it consumed before recovery.
<Begin Log>
(Dr. Clef is seated right across from SCP-XXXX which was floating above its chair while laying back with its legs crossed. It had one arm over its eyes and was groaning.)
Dr. Clef: So what's your deal? Had a bit much to drink or something?
SCP-XXXX: A matter of fact, yes. How did you guess?
Dr. Clef: I had hangovers before. Anyway, who are you?
SCP-XXXX: Who? Interesting question. Am I a stranger in a strange land, or a weary traveler in search of his hammock? Am I jolly lad? Actually, no. I don't feel jolly at the moment. My head aches terribly so from that fine wine I had. Oh! (Groans)
Dr. Clef: Meh, I am more into whiskey.
SCP-XXXX: I have drank from fountains of yellow, blue, and green wine, which never caused me to turn lightweight. The red wine of Haldonzo was legendary. Shame there is no more left in existence. (Groans)
Dr. Clef: Haldonzo? Is that were you came from when the portal opened?
SCP-XXXX: Yes… (Changes position to be sitting up.) Beshrew thee, fine wine of Haldonzo! Though I must admit, that place was marvelous but the locals were uncivilized. Their hideous claws dared snapped at me! Ignorant fools, they were. Besides, it didn't have what I was looking for in the first place. I been travelling through many hostile realms.
Dr. Clef: Again, I am going to ask who are you?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, look at me! I am nobility! I am an elite! Can't you tell by my glorious attire and fine mask? Who are you?
Dr. Clef: Clef. Just Clef. Anyway, you look more like a jester which I don't see as noble-
(//SCP-XXXX quickly moves to the table to slams its fists on it. Its legs are standing on the chair. //)
SCP-XXXX: Jesters are nobility! They serve their kings as much as a lord does! I dance and prance and fill my court with the grandest glee! (Gets on the table and starts to dance while talking.) All are entertained as the king demands from a jester as he demands from his lords! I am his favorite court jester!
Dr. Clef: (Being sarcastic) I understand, your Highness.
SCP-XXXX: Highness? Do you mean it? Finally, a realm that quickly learns to come to their senses. I am flattered to be your ruler. Uh, what do you call yourselves?
Dr. Clef: Um, humans.
SCP-XXXX: Excellent! I accept being king of the humans! Unfortunately, I don't feel so kingly at the moment.
(SCP-XXXX cover the mouth of its mask with both hands before manifesting a bucket in front of it. It picked up the bucket and slightly moved its mask to vomit. Once it finished, SCP-XXXX made the bucket disappear while laying back.)
Dr. Clef: Hm.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept at Site-33 within a standard containment chamber with an airlock. Entry into the containment chamber requires a hazmat uniform.
A tube is to be attached to the patch of holes located beneath SCP-XXXX. This tube is to be connected to a vacuum machine that will place all released substances into a canister. The canister is to be replaced weekly with an empty one while the full canister is to be taken for analysis or disposal via incineration.
Water and Supplement-XXXX is to be poured into the opening on top of SCP-XXXX every 2 days. When not being fed, a lid specifically designed for SCP-XXXX is to cover the hole on top of it.
The primary goal of research is to discover the origin of SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation given to a spherical organic mass. It has a diameter of 4 m, and weighs around 150 kg. The exterior of SCP-XXXX is covered by a single solid bone that is around 3.5 cm thick. Various areas of the bone stick outward in the shape of a cone with round ends from SCP-XXXX that is symmetrical. Four 0.5 m cones are located beneath SCP-XXXX that it stands on.
SCP-XXXX undergoing maintenance.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is located within Area-39 inside a containment dome.
SCP-XXXX is to be fed one live cow every week.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-XXXX is to be limited to those with Level-5 clearance or those authorized to know of its existence by the O5 Council. Unauthorized personnel that learn of SCP-XXXX are to receive amnestics.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-XXXX are to be kept at Site-42 within a climate-controlled containment chamber.
The enclosure housing SCP-XXXX instances are to resemble a rainforest with 10 cm of soil, and various vegetation planted. The temperature is to be kept at around 40 °C. The lights within the chamber are to be kept under 300 lumens.
A small section of the enclosure is to be fenced off where SCP-XXXX-10, -11, -12 and -13 are to be kept. Direct handling of the four specimens are to be done with caution, and outside of containment they are to wear a muzzle.
Mobile Task Force Pi-5 ("Critter Chasers") are to retrieve any wild instances.
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a species of partially armored, humanoid quadrupeds. Specimens vary in size but are approximately around 20 to 60 cm in length including their tails. They have no hair on their bodies, bulbous heads, and small faces. Furthermore, they have bulging eyes which vary in color among instances such as gray, blue or green. The limbs of SCP-XXXX are thin and have small paws. Their front legs terminate at four small claws, while their hind legs terminate in only three.
Instances possess dorsal armor plates made of osteoderms. The dorsal armor goes along the spinal cord from the thoracic region to the end of their tails. Additionally, specimens have some armor plating on their limbs. Their front limbs have it at their forearms while their hind legs have it below the knees. There is also one plate of armor around the collarbone of instances.
The skin of instances are soft and sensitive. Direct exposure to bright lights irritates their skin.
SCP-079 and SCP-682 lead a war against mankind. Below is their legion.
SCP-079:
SCP-1000 (Ally)
SCP-397 (Ally)
SCP-914 (Asset)
SCP-1360 (Asset/Ally; Controls all Anderson Robotics assets)
SCP-447 (Asset)
SCP-039 (Ally; Works under 397)
SCP-682: Leads "The Horde"
SCP-939
SCP-354 (Depends on what creature got out from it)
Dr. Wondertainment's Products and Attractions:
- Zero-Gee-Whiz! Moon Rocks (SCP-1916)
- Little Big-Banger (SCP-1696)
- Universe-in-a-Box (mentioned in SCP-1696)
- Whacky Halloween Fun Masks (SCP-3992)
- Super Paper (SCP-445)
- The Atom Buster (SCP-1068)
- Inflatable Invasion pack (SCP-3551)
- Wondertainment Land (SCP-949)
- Slinktastic Dancerific Rainbow Friend (SCP-1544)
- Dragon Snails (SCP-111)
- The Foundation - The Board Game (SCP-3301)
- Robo-Dude (SCP-846)
- Insta-teen Tablets (SCP-1642)
- Little Misters
- 01. Mr. Chameleon
- 02. Mr. Headless
- 03. Mr. Laugh
- 04. Mr. Forgetful
- 05. Mr. Shapey
- 06. Mr. Soap
- 07. Mr. Hungry
- 08. Mr. Brass
- 09. Mr. Hot
- 10. Ms. Sweetie
- 11. Mr. Life and Mr. Death
- 12. Mr. Fish
- 13. Mr. Moon
- 14. Mr. Redd
- 15. Mr. Money
- 16. Mr. Lost
- 17. Mr. Lie
- 18. Mr. Mad
- 19. Mr. Scary
- 20. Mr. Stripes
- Quickie Quasar: The Can-Do Helper (SCP-2795)
- Young Surgeon's Transplant Kit (SCP-1103)
- Bubblebath Bonbons (SCP-1079)
- General Beep (SCP-958)
- Magic Microwave Set (SCP-1842)
- Custom-Pet (SCP-1550)
The Factory's Products, Facilities, and associates:
The Investor, Randolph T. Metzger, James Anderson, The Manager, Dr. Hamgullet
- SCP-748 - Industrial Dissolution
- SCP-449 (Joy)
- SCP-1331 (Dirty Mouth Soup)
- SCP-750 (X Ray Specs)
- SCP-385 (Personal Anti-Gravity Field Generator)
- SCP-4811 (Instant Mirror)
- SCP-133 (Instant Holes)
Tales part of my canon.
SCPs:
Lore:
Sarkic/Broken God
Alternate Realities:
Groups of Interest:
Misc:
- Daddy - Kid receives messages from father who works at the Foundation.
- MTF Sigma-5 "Pumpkin Punchers" - A Halloween tale of a doomed MTF team.
- A Jester's Tale - A humanoid in containment tells his story, from the circus to now. Able makes a cameo.
- Slice of Life - A former class-D named Tyrone promoted to work at a Foundation front company, which serves pizza.
- 7 Ghost Stories in Site-29 - A person tells us of urban legends personnel would share with each other.
- Exit Interview - An agent gets an elaborate interview for a job in the Foundation's Department of Analytics.
- Disinformation Bureau Orientation - The Foundation's Disinformation Bureau welcomes new recruits.
- Every Last Drop - Rain stops falling over a town and culminates above it. Not written in regard to any SCP yet.
- Patterns - A woman writes a letter to her mother and a message appears.
The Lombardi Tales:
- Urban Legends Agent Max Lombardi talks about urban legends.
- Grasp On Reality - Agent Max Lombardi talks about reality benders.
- Property Values Agent Max Lombardi talks to an unfortunate, innocent neighbor who was mistaken for his anomalous neighbor.
- Nobody Knows - Agent Max Lombardi talks to a young agent about Nobody, who may or may not exist.
- GOIng My Way - Agent Max Lombardi is debriefed on a mission which involved an encounter with the GOC.
- Relationskips - Agent Max Lombardi gives advice to never fall in love while in the Foundation.
- Orientation Agent Max Lombardi briefs new recruits on their job.
- Trick or Treat - Agent Max Lombardi meets an anomaly on Halloween.
- Command Performance - Agent Max Lombardi and a team during a breach.
- Hiccup Jacet Agent Max Lombardi awaiting countdown.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A is to be held within a standard humanoid containment chamber. Its security clearance is to remain suspended indefinitely, and be provided a standard issue service pistol. It is to also wear a tracking bracelet that is monitored by security personnel. A minimum of 4 armed guards are to be stationed outside of the chamber.
SCP-XXXX-B is to be immediately apprehended on sight. On-site personnel are to avoid interaction, and report to site security. Lockdown procedures will be engaged to isolate it and hinder its path to SCP-XXXX-A. Hostile force is authorized. When captured, it is to be transported to a separate facility for containment.
If -B manages to reach 5 m of -A, -A is to be immediately evacuated to another facility.
Description: SCP-XXXX-A is Level 4 researcher Dr. Gregory Weber. No noticable anomalous characteristics are present, except being the ongoing target of SCP-XXXX-B.
SCP-XXXX-B is a humanoid entity that appears identical to Dr. Weber. It stands 1.6 m tall, has brown hair, brown eyes, and dresses like regular members of staff. It is believed to be sapient based on past interactions with personnel, which it is described as friendly though speaks in a monotonous tone.
For unknown reasons, -B attempts to travel toward -A's location. It maintains active awareness of where -A is based on how it is able to locate him when transferred to other facilities. In addition, its been observed to be able to navigate the facility directly toward the target's location without getting lost.
-B maintains a calm and slow pursuit when travelling toward its targets. It will simply walk through the facility, and occasionally greet passing personnel. However, when it is engaged by any hinderence by staff it becomes hostile, and display more anomalous traits.
It has shown to be unusually strong, being able to toss multiple security personnel aside. In addition, it contorts its body to crawl into vents too small for a human.
Recovered blood samples show that it is genetically identical to Dr. Weber.
Interviewer: Dr. David Bradbury
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-A (Dr. Gregory Weber)
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Bradbury: Do you have any idea why SCP-XXXX-B is after you? Any guesses?
SCP-XXXX-B: Like I said many times, I don't have a clue. I was just working before I was told by security that someone looking like me was outside of Gate C. I want to know as much as any of you.
Dr. Bradbury: Did you notice anything unusual before the first encounter? Any bizarre feelings?
SCP-XXXX-A: I don't recall. Listen, I want this thing contained. When you do, put it in the deepest hole you can find. I don't want to be dealing with this shit for the rest of my life! It's bad enough I work with anomalies that can end the world, but an anomaly that singles you out for whatever reason is another thing. How am I going to get any work done locked up in a room so I don't meet the damn thing?
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is held within a reinforced chamber located 30 m underground. A corridor leads into the chamber, which has its floor lined with copper. An electrical charge of 10,000 volts is to be administered in the event of a breach. Sentry turrets have also been installed on the walls of the corridor. Access to this area is only accessible via a vertical service elevator installed with blast doors.
Security teams are to avoid contact with SCP-XXXX-1 entities. Corpses are to be incinerated. Anyone directly exposed to an instance is to be immediately quarantined, and evaluated.
In the event SCP-XXXX reaches the surface, all personnel are to evacuate the island. Aerial bombardment will commence in an effort to incapacitate it.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a mammalian quadruped, measuring 6 m in height and 8 m in length.
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