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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: 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.1 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
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.
Originally written by Wiki dot user ClassifiedArtist
Item #: SCP-3764
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3764 is to be contained in a 1.5mx1.5m fully opaque box, with a 5cm wide door on the front of the box, as well as outer fencing. SCP-3764 is currently contained in
████, Greenland, at its place of discovery. SCP-3764 is not to be removed from its cell unless given permission from a Level 3 or higher foundation staff. SCP-3764 is to be guarded by two (2) armed guards at all times.
Description: SCP-3764 is a snowman covered in an unidentifiable red substance leaking out of its eyes and mouth. It stands at 1.06m , and cannot be removed from its spot, nor does climate or weather affect him. The snow is also somehow unmovable. SCP-3764 was first discovered in ████, Greenland, when two climbers discovered him in a snow covered plain, when one of the Climbers, named Mr.████, looked into SCP-3764's eyes, he instantly fell into a coma. When he was taken to a local hospital, he woke up exactly two (2) weeks and one (1) hour after the incident. After waking up, he was completely healthy. When he went home, he was discovered by his wife, Ms. ████, dead by hanging in their bedroom. Extensive research from researchers and scientists (see Addendum 3764-1), it was discovered that during the coma caused by SCP-3764's anomalous properties, which will always last two (2) weeks and one (1) hour, the victim is trapped in a dream similar to our real overworld, but in constant darkness, cold, and pain.
SCP-3764 is completely inept, and is simply an inanimate object, with no living properties.
The foundation cannot figure out any way to destroy the object.
Addendum 3764-1: Testing done with a Level 0 foundation staff, carried out by Dr.█████.
Test Subject: D-3821-a3f8a.
Dr.█████ sends D-3821-a3f8a into the box, with directions to keep his eyes closed.
D-3821-a3f8a is instructed to look at SCP-3764's eyes.
Almost instantly, coma occurs.
D-3821-a3f8a is kept in close care with foundation officials.
Upon awaken 2 weeks and 1 hour from the coma start, he is questioned on what he saw.
D-3821-a3f8a's Response
"It was horrible. Everything was dark, all my fears were attacking me in some way. It was a snow filled wasteland, and all I could feel was [REDACTED] pain. It was so dark. All I could see was the snow. All it was, was the ███████ snow."
Upon D-3821-a3f8a's release back into containment at Site ██, he was found the next day hung in his cell. Reports from other D-Class say there was no possible way he could have obtained rope.
Addendum 3821-2:
During containment, several guards caught eye of SCP-3764. This caused distress, causing over 6 deaths. The only remaining guard was taken in for questioning.
Interviewer: Dr. ████
Interviewee: Agent ██████
Foreward: "Agent ██████ is mentally damaged, and should be given mental care and help immediately. Kill the snowman."
Dr. ████: "Hello agent ██████."
No response.
Dr. ████: "Agent, I would really like a conversation here."
Agent ██████: "They all just…fell over."
Dr. ████: "Did you view SCP-3764's eyes?"
No response.
Agent ██████: "No."
Dr. ████: "That is good."
Dr. ████: "What do you recall from that day?"
Agent ██████: "One looked, others got distressed, looked at it too. Those ███████ eyes."
Dr. ████: "Agent, you are obviously not in well condition. Please see yourself out to be put into care for your condition."
Closing Statement: "Obviously this is a highly dangerous cognitohazard, and should be destroyed at all costs. Even second hand witnessing can cause extreme mental damage."
Update: One week later, Agent ██████ was found dead by hanging in the faculty bathroom. This suggests that even second-hand witnesses can be affected by SCP-3764.
"Kill that god damned snowman before it kills more people. I
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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?"
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
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: Outpost XXXX has been established to monitor SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-
Description: SCP-XXXX is an abandoned 2-story building located in Seoul, South Korea. The building itself display no anomalous characteristics except for a rusted door located behind it. This door is not present within the interior of the building, and opening it leads to an extradimensional space of unknown size.
The interior of SCP-XXXX is in a state of disrepair.
Mummified human corpses have been observed and recovered from the structure. Analysis have identified some of the bodies to be that of several missing individuals, all of which were interested in joining the animation industry. Furthermore, their bodies show physical alterations. Their left or right forearms have been surgically replaced with a mechanical limb. The hands of these augmentations have fingers that end in fountain pen tips, or a shaft where a stubby pencil is inserted.
Their left or right hand up to either the elbow or half the forearm have been replaced with an articulate mechanical ha
