Very Grim Fairy Tales
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX are to be kept in standard locked storage boxes. Access is reserved for security clearance level two and higher.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 that were created from contained instances of SCP-XXXX are to be kept in a single 10M by 10m enclosed room. Feedings should take place twice a day at dusk and midnight, using a blend of crickets and meal worms weighing twice total weight of all SCP-XXXX-1 contained inside the enclosure. Should any incidences of cannibalism be observed, then the lead researcher is to be notified.
Any wild instances of SCP-XXXX-1 found are be captured. Termination is not recommended unless it is confirmed that there are no nearby colonies of SCP-XXXX-1. Captured instances of wild SCP-XXXX-1 are to be equipped with a tracker and briefly released shortly before dawn. Should SCP-XXXX-1 return to a colony, agents are recommended to wait for full sunlight before terminating the colony.
Description: SCP-XXXX is one 129 mm × 198 mm paperback book. When observed through pictures, film and other media the entire item appears to be completely black. Tests via spectra-photometer reveal that the item absorbs all ultraviolet light in the visible human spectrum. However all sentient individuals shown SCP-XXXX describe the appearance to be an old copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
Tests verify that SCP-XXXX emits a form of (black box) radiation/waves that causes any creature within twenty (20) meters to perceive SCP-XXXX as something other than its actual appearance.
Subjects tasked with reading SCP-XXXX aloud report various children's stories, not all of which belonging to any version of Grimm's compilation of fairy tales. All readings of SPC-XXXX feature the consumption of flesh and often cannibalism despite whether such aspects were part of the original tales.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects activate after reading for approximately one hour. At which point, a tumor materializes inside the third ventricle of the reader's brain. MRI's given to subjects reading or watching SCP-XXXX. The tumor grows at a rate of ██mm per ███ while reading, and becomes dormant until reading is resumed. After 3 hours of reading the tumor appears to end its growing phase. At this point the tumor becomes neurologically active and independent of SCP-XXXX. Within the next hour, movement is detected from the tumor. Subjects report intense headaches during this period. All subjects attempted to commit suicide within ten minutes and had to be forcibly retained. During this period an opening appears, and what is now classified as SCP-XXXX-1 emerges. The creature begins devouring the host's brain matter, growing at an astounding rate until it has reached about 26cm in height.
After exiting the cranial cavity instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are immediately capable of flight, and if not already outside, will exit any enclosures. SCP-XXXX-1 posses some unknown ability to seek out other instances of SCP-XXXX-1. Autopsies and experimentation have been unsuccessful in understanding this 'sixth sense'. Captive instances of SCP-XXXX-1 have shown to understand the language of the host they sprang from, and can vocalize human speech. They retain some memories of any person they hatch from, usually about the person's identity, and will refer always to themselves as the deceased individual.
Wild instances SCP-XXXX-1 prefer to congregate in densely forested areas, but will always choose a lair close to large quantities of food.The size of prey the SCP-XXXX-1 will hunt seems to be proportional to the size of the colony. A typical colony lair is almost a tiny village of individual dwelling made the bone, fur, clothes, and skin of their victims. At the base of a lair, Foundation agents have record finding bones of rodents, small mammals, and children. SCP-XXXX-1 has exhibited particular fondness of human flesh. Since the discovery of the first colony in 19██ 75% of all neutralized colonies have been discovered in forests just outside of suburbs. Their area of habitation has reached across Germany, as far east as Poland, and more recently the American Midwest.
Colonies have been known to house up to 50 instances of SCP-XXXX-1, and it is hypothesized that colonies are only limited by the amount of food that can be obtained on a daily basis. Even brief shortages of food cause SCP-XXXX-1 to engage in cannibalism. Foundation agents observing both wild and captive populations note that there is no order to which instance is chosen to be consumed. Only that when the first instance hungry enough to turn on its own draws blood. The rest of the colony will follow suit, tearing off limbs while attacking other cannibals attempting to steal the dismembered body parts. Up to a quarter of the colony can be cannibalized as SCP-XXXX-1 will not stop attacking injured instances until it's hunger is sated.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are docile when alone or in small groups, and exhibit playful or sometimes even mischievous behavior. interviews have revealed this behavior to be very purposeful. The creatures coordinate their pranks to turn individuals against each other while maintaining their own innocence. Testimonials from SCP-XXXX-1’s living victims reveal that the creatures use their antics to gain the trust of children while alienating them from friends and family. In one case a, now deceased, 7 year old boy was punished for cutting his sister's hair, breaking household objects and shouting at his parents before disappearing. The boy's remains were found a week later during a foundation raid on newly discovered colony ██ kilometers away.
Addendum: After performing a analysis on the book's cover reveal a few nearly invisible indentations depicting the name "M.C. D████████" //I can't think of any other names that would create enough relevance to a reader to warrant the inclusion of this bit.
Addendum 2: After surgery of Subject D-xxxx. Dr. ██████ was successful in removing ████████. Miraculously, ████████ still functions independent of its host. Continued Surgery of tumors reveal instances of SCP-XXXX-1 in undeveloped fetal stages of growth. specimens die hours after removal from the host.
This is only going to work if the phantom surgeon has some one chasing him. So instead of an officer accidentally coming across the office and removing the grim trophies. There needs to be some sort of tip off. An announcement of arrival and even an intended target for the police to save.
I still want the SCP to be kill able. Right now taking the trophies he keeps of past victims from the office is the means to do that. Thwarting the killers attempts to take more trophies and depriving him of the old ones should kill the connections he has to the cities he haunts.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Whenever instances of SCP-XXXX are discovered mobile task force X should be deployed to its location. Any victims found must be removed from the vicinity SCP-XXXX. Human remains found within the confines of SCP-XXXX should be removed from the vicinity as is deemed possible. Task force X must quarantine the entire building and any connected infrastructure SCP-XXXX inhabits until the instance SCP-XXXX has dissipated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phantom doctor's office and surgery room. The front entrance always appears as an oak slab with a frosted glass window cut into the top third of the door. Writing on the glass reads 'Medical Offices of Dr. Thomas Neill Cream'.
Twenty four hours before materializing a bloody paper wrapped package containing a human body part will be found at the main police headquarters for the city SCP-XXXX appears in. DNA tests confirm that the package always contains a piece of one of SCP-XXXX previous victims.
Once SCP-XXXX has spawned, a heavy set man of German decent will emerge from SCP-XXXX to be denoted as SCP-XXXX-A. His Identity resembles that of Dr. Neill Thomas Cream. A convicted murdered who was executed in 1891. It must be noted that the murders of Dr. Cream and his back alley abortion practices occurred during the killings of Jack the Ripper. A possible connection that cannot be ruled out as SCP-XXXX-A hunts sex workers after dark.
Interviewed: Officer
Interviewer: Foundation
Foreword: [Small passage describing the interview]
<Begin Log, [optional time info]>
F: Can you please brief the Bureau about the incident occurring on the 5th of January 1999.
O: At about 0015 a bloody package wrapped in burlap and bound in twine was found in the front mail receptacle of the department headquarters. The night shift secretary was alerted by a foul odor emanating near the front door and alerted officers immediately upon its discovery.
Interviewer: The note was attached to the package correct?
Person: Correct. I arrived at the station around 0045 to process a couple of drunks for an overnight stay. After handing them over to the bullpen I received orders that all available personnel were to report to the Sargent in his office.
Interviewer: If I might ask, what do you mean by Bullpen?
Person: Oh of course, I mean the holding cells. I’ll try and keep the police jargon to a minimum.
Interviewer: Thank you.
Person: Along with four other officers we listened at the Sargent briefs us on the discovery of the evidence and its contents. A human uterus. It was a ghastly thing to hear, but any officer that’s spent enough time as a beat cop has seen his share of the grotesque. What really concerned the Sargent was that the security cameras picked up nothing. That detail alone brought Internal Affairs down on the precinct.
Interviewer: It must have been a clever feat for sure, but can you elaborate on the contents of the attached letter? The item has somehow been removed from evidence.
Person: The letter was a challenge or perhaps an advertisement. That Dr. Cream has “Opened his practice to the public and that his services shall be free of charge to the city”.
Interviewer: What do you believe was meant by ‘services’?
Person: Detectives don’t think like lunatics, sir. We look for motivations and purpose as to why a crime is committed. We may attempt to put ourselves in the shoes of an offender, if only to learn to understand them, but there is nothing to be understood about a madman.
Person: Over the course of a week the perp kidnapped, mutilated, and murdered half a dozen sex workers. Their bodies discovered on highways and parking lots. The two citizens that confronted him were found nearly stabbed to death on the streets. I don’t pretend to understand the sadism involved to wash the city of prostitution with blood and macabre public stunts.
Interviewer: Then can you testify as to what transpired when you encountered this Dr. Cream?
<End Log, [optional time info]>
Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]
- Wikipedia quote of Dr. Thomas Neill Cream for reference
- Dr. Thomas Neill Cream (27 May 1850 – 15 November 1892) was a doctor secretly specializing in abortions. He was born in Glasgow, educated in London and Canada, and entered practice in Canada and later in Chicago, Illinois. In 1881 he was found guilty of the fatal poisoning of his mistress's husband.[57] He was imprisoned in the Illinois State Penitentiary in Joliet, Illinois, from November 1881 until his release on good behavior on 31 July 1891. He moved to London, where he resumed killing and was soon arrested. He was hanged on 15 November 1892 at Newgate Prison. According to some sources, his last words were reported as being "I am Jack the…", interpreted to mean Jack the Ripper.[58] However, police officials who attended the execution made no mention of this alleged interrupted confession.[58] As he was still imprisoned at the time of the Ripper murders, most authorities consider it impossible for him to be the culprit. However, Donald Bell suggested that he could have bribed officials and left the prison before his official release,[59] and Sir Edward Marshall-Hall suspected that his prison term may have been served by a look-alike in his place.[60] Such notions are unlikely, and contradict evidence given by the Illinois authorities, newspapers of the time, Cream's solicitors, Cream's family and Cream himself.[61]
notes
Could appear in locations he visited. Glasgow, London, Canada (where in?), Chicago, Jolliet Illinois (penitentiary),where is new gate prison?
death by hanging, noose and abrasions caused by could be identifying features.
may bribe people who inquire with phantom money. May dissolve later or become something abhorrent.
Patrick Nagel, synth wave, art deco, retro-futurism, neon wave.
//initial notes
Crashed Car found on side of the road. Police witness the last song on the cassette player interpreted visually on the windows. Driver found dead, blood tests positive for cocaine. Foundation learns the car can't be fixed without losing the anomalous properties of the windows.
In the glove compartment are a number of documents pertaining to the driver. Medical bills, debts, parking tickets, pay stubs. (debating on social documents pertaining to private life)
Still, the idea only works if a story about the driver can be told through the items in the glove box. Debt, loss job, bankruptcy, lost home, torn social ties.//
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a _ __ automobile. Foundation obtained SCP-XXXX on September ██ 19██ blank miles south the ██████ California, overturned after having been driven through a guard rail and into a tree. Testimony from first-respondents retrieving the driver from the vehicle, say they observed the windows portraying stylized representations of the outside scenery. Plants, people, and buildings viewed from within the vehicle would be perceived in a more artistic aesthetic, in tandem with music coming from a cassette player.
SCP-XXXX is currently in inoperable condition having extensive damage to the engine, radiator, and alternator. Only the battery remains to be of any use, and the vehicle windows, while widely cracked are still intact. In the center console resides a Mercedes AM FM radio stereo model 1994. Within is a single mixed cassette tape, with twelve and a half tracks. The first twelve tracks sport contemporary music. The last and unfinished track is similar in properties to the other for the first [1:27] minute and twenty seven seconds.
The last five seconds of the music is heavily distorted and the anomalous properties of the music and imagery from the windows become enhanced, so that all observers are overcome with a sensation of paralyzing fear. Once finished the cassette player promptly rewinds the tape and starts playing again. The cassette player can be operated normally, aside from the the automatic rewind.
All attempts to record the anomalous imagery created by SCP-XXXX with machinery have failed. Leading Dr. ██████ to hypothesize, and discover, that only the cassette player and windows are anomalous. When activated a level 1 cognition-hazard radiation can be observed with use of a Psy-spectrometer. Hallucinations are then created based on the associations made between the auditory and visual stimuli.
Caves of Madness
SCP-4000 is believed to have been created by a native Iroquois tribe at least 6 thousand years ago, in what is now known as Montreal Canada. The caverns leading to SCP-4000 formed at the end of the last ice age by melting glaciers. Most of the cave system is either partially filled with water or completely submerged. SCP-4000 was rediscovered in 2014 by subterranean explorers after breaching a limestone wall set in place after the first discovery of SCP-4000 in 18__.
While it is possible to reach SCP-4000 without underwater breathing equipment, all personnel are required to wear full set of insulated scuba gear and several extra tanks of oxygen for safety.
SCP-4000 is an underground lake behind a simple limestone temple located at one end of the St. Léonard cave system. Like the cavern walls leading to SCP-4000 the edges of the lake completely vertical. Attempts to measure the lake’s depth via echo finder failed due to a total loss of all sound at 50m deep. Measurements with 100m weighted lines failed to find the lake’s floor, at any distance from the shore.
By order of O5 all further experiments at SCP-4000 are suspended indefinitely.
The Limestone temple has two entrances, both leading to an antechamber before the main hall. Inside are partially the mummified remains of two dozen native Iroquois. Bodies lay atop of limestone slabs beside ancient pots, tools, and animal bones. Upon each mummy is a mask, similar to modern Iroquois False Face Masks. The masks depict faces with odd numbers of eyes placed randomly on the face, enlarged foreheads, and other disfigurements.
The walls of the temple still depict engraved images of what anthropologists specializing in Iroquois culture call “An eternal spirit below the world, whose size is greater than earth or sky”.
Dusting may not sound like horrible back straining labor, but when in the employ of wizard’s it is worse than bathroom duty at any downtown gas station. Still, it is the duty of an apprentice to see his master’s books and artifices do not leak their magic into any hairs or skin flakes.
From behind Liam came a rustle and a bang. The office door flew open and master Whistmagher called from the doorway.
“Liam! Gather my divining stones! I require volumes three through seven of Diacrates (Die-crate-ees) Codex of Crystal Divining, Su Long's Treatise of Astral Prophesies, and John Dee's (note: real person) Experimentation with Tezcatlipoca scrying. Take with you parchments and pens! I may not rest this night. Hurry now boy, make haste!”
Quickly I pack my satchel as ordered and followed the master through the halls and into the grand north tower. I had never seen my mentor taking the tower stairs two at a time, let alone engaging in any exercise. Few emergencies motivate senior officials, of any kind (not just wizards, though you’d be forgiven for thinking that), to move faster than a modest saunter.
The observatory was built on the top floor of the tallest tower. Whistmagher strode into the room’s center to join his peers. There were two other officials stooped over a clear pool, their brows furrowed out of dissatisfaction.
Whistmagher checks the pool and then begins whispering to his fellow scholars. Liam remained by the door, as it is customary not to intrude on the business of other guild members. Liam's ears refused to abide by custom.
“Have you found any sign of him?”
“No, the rat burned his domicile along with anything anything that could trace him.”
“Surely there was at least a hair in his shower drain? Or skin flakes in a lecture seat?
No?
Dam.”
“We’re all too paranoid about leaving bits of ourselves lying around. If obsessing over toenails, hairs, and skin flakes were suspicious activity then we would all stand trial as conspirators (note: spies?).”
Whistmagher turned back to his apprentice. “Put on sterile gloves from the cabinate, sanitize everything in the satchel boy. Then move the artifices, mirrors, and crystals off the shelves. We shall have need all of those tonight. And sanitize everything a second time over! There can’t be any contaminants muddying the pool." The master turned back to his colleagues.
Students are never allowed to eavesdrop on the elders. Why Liam hadn't been asked to wait outside was odd. Whatever this student has done, had terrified masters. The elder's like keep secrets like stolen art collections, vaulted away and shared privately. Liam thought he was watching three criminals worry that the law found one of their prized antiques and will soon jail them for it.
“What does he think to accomplish with that compass? It does not point to anything on this plane of existence.”
“That’s what makes this so dangerous for us. Someone outside of the guild knows what lies in our coffers.”
“Worse yet it may attract the eyes of the foundation.”
“They already know of us. Their spies lounge around our portals, spending decades pretending to be locals.”
“We are currently a curiosity to them, that compass however, will encourage them to lock us away with their monsters.”
“Ahem, Whistmagher if you have a reason for bringing your apprentice then perhaps you should have him come over. There is no secrecy in this room.”
After waiting for the master’s invitation Liam obliged to stand at an empty side of the pool, next to his mentor. The other elder's eyed me for a moment, it's probably the first time they have taken notice of a student in years.
Whistmagher broke the tension. "Liam, you have often served as an archivist for the guild. How often have you shared shifts with the student Lervus Actun?
Hearing that name uttered was like having cold water poured over Liam's spine. "Rather often actually." Liam stammered "We shared archaist duty Wednesdays through Friday, 6PM to midnight. But we would never had been given access to the restricted sections. Students are only allowed librarian work re-shelving tomes in the front commons."
One of the elders cut Liam off. "We are not interrogating you. No student could open guild vaults without requisitioning a key over a month in advance. The security enchantments can't be bypassed without fresh signatures from the entire faculty. Except the vaults hadn't been opened in months. We only know about this theft because he didn't dissolve an alarm curse on the theft before leaving the guild house."
That was odd to say the least. What kind of expert thief would sneak past numerous security enchantments, hexes, and curses only to forget to check whether any spells were on the burgled item? Liam could think of several hexes that would kill man after touching a cursed object. Something in the elder's faces seem to betray hints of regret for not using them.
"You know I don't actually think I ever saw Lervus using magic. He was a very good librarian, and spent nearly every waking hour reading most of the library's collection. How just odd that he never did homework or study for exams. Its quiet during the late hours of our shift and I always used it to catch up in my studies. Lervus always hand waved my questions away, saying he'd do it later."
The elders turned back to the pool.
"Lervus was apparently admitted despite his inability to perform magic on command. I believe he had been vouched for by several graduated alumni. A two year conditional acceptance was granted. In fact, I was scheduled to discuss his future as a magician tomorrow morning. For two years he had been tutored by one of our graduates, constantly failing to pass most rudimentary examinations."
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