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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All specimens of SCP-XXXX are to be transplanted to an isolated garden plot within Site-103, which must be under constant surveillance. Containment of SCP-XXXX-1-1 through SCP-XXXX-1-6 has been deferred to GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) under the Boring Agreement. All other instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are to be contained in separate windowless cells at Site-103. These instances can be kept under video surveillance, but standard maintenance of the cells and their occupants must be done without direct eye contact.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous plant species of the Chamaemelum genus, and is marked by its lack of floral aroma. Those who ingest SCP-XXXX become an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 within an hour and possess the anomalous property that, when direct eye contact is maintained for at least five minutes, suffer a fatal cardiac arrest.1 Researchers have yet to discover a method that can be used to remove this property. Testing has not provided evidence that SCP-XXXX-1 instances can pass this property onto others.

Discovery: SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1-1 through SCP-XXXX-1-6 were originally discovered on June 6th, 2006 in Gaston, Oregon, when locals had observed a stray goat2 dying in a public sector. After local officials determined that the goat most likely belonged to Charles Idle, a former UIU consultant, embedded Foundation personnel informed their superiors and an agent was sent to investigate. An interview was conducted with Mr. Idle and his anomalous property was taken by The Foundation.3 A cover story was released which posited that the goat's heart attack occurred naturally due to its age.

Addendum XXXX.1: Interview Log

Interviewed: Charles Idle
Interviewer: Agent Matricia

Charles Idle: So you've found Walter then?

Agent Matricia: Yes. The goa- Walter, I mean. We found him by Front Street.

Charles Idle: Front Street you say? Walter always loved meeting new faces, but to think that he'd walk into that death trap!

Agent Matricia: No, no. Walter appeared to die of a heart attack. The strange thing is that we weren't able to determine how the heart attack occurred. Normally, we wouldn't bother investigating something like this, but given that you were a consultant to the UIU-

Charles Idle: Oh it's quite alright. There's nothing wrong with wanting to know the full story, and it doesn't sound like the UIU ever told your organization the full details anyways. Walter's death was indeed of anomalous origin. This anomaly has a long and interesting history, but I don't suppose that you're so busy as to deny me from regaling you with those golden years, are you?

Agent Matricia: I'm not busy at all. Please, continue.

Charles Idle: That's a very kind thing to say. I must admit that in my age it does get quite lonely around here… Right! Our story begins a few decades ago, far before Walter was even born. The Red Scare had everyone on their toes and I was being sent all over the globe for increasingly bizarre and secretive projects. Each one made less sense the last, and it wasn't long before I headed straight into the depths of the anomalous sciences.

From my travels I came upon the secluded Dashain Temple in Nepal, whose monks were hiding from banishment. They possessed a wide range of anomalous talents, but none were as impressive as their ability to kill with a stare. The UIU saw potential in this and I brought over a monk and some of his goats to a military research lab in the States. The months that followed were frantic. The higher-ups didn't care about how the "death stare" worked. All they wanted was a team of highly trained individuals who could take out their enemies with surgical precision without being caught.

Those Dashain monks were an awful obsessive sort. That's where the root of the problem was, I'd later say. It wasn't enough to simply stare at a person, the monks said. To truly master this art you had to calm the storm in your mind. You had to understand the very core of your opponent's being. If you didn't meditate for six hours straight onto noon you had to wait for the next day. Even then, only those who achieved self-actualization could hope to wield this destructive ability without consequence.


At first, everything was fine. The research team made great progress, on paper. We were able to reproduce the anomaly with a near 100% success rate, and had a fully trained team by the end of the month. Think of it: an entirely new form of assassination; one where a confirmed kill could occur without warning and out of seemingly natural causes. They were known as… "The Killing Toms."

Agent Matricia: What.

Charles Idle: …An absolutely atrocious name in hindsight. Here's why you've never heard this story before: The embarrassment on that faithful night remains to be the closest guarded secret that the UIU has ever maintained.

Agent Matricia: Then why are you telling me? Won't this breach some sort of NDA?

Charles Idle: Are you kidding me? I tell this story to everyone! It's a real riot at parties. Anyways, the short end of it is that a whole bunch of spies went to a party and spent their time locking others in hour long conversations that did nothing but creep out their opponents.