SCP-XXXX prior to summoning SCP-XXXX-1
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in 2x2x1 metre containment locker, made from Aluminium with a thickness of 5 centimetres. The interior of the locker is to be lined with protective insulated foam to prevent any physical damage or unexpected temperature changes from potentially harming the object. This Locker is to be stored in a Standard Humanoid containment cell at Site-19 with 1 armed guard present inside the room at all times. The containment locker is to be securely bolted to the room’s furthest wall from the door and entrance into the room is to be granted for those with a Level 1 clearance, access to open the SCP-XXXX's locker is restricted only to those of Level 2 clearance or higher.
The containment cell holding SCP-XXXX is to have a table, 3 chairs, and a large 3-metre-long white board mounted to the opposing wall from the room’s door closest to SCP-XXXX’s locker, with 2 black, blue, red, green and orange white board markers and eraser to accompany the white board set. These whiteboard markers are to be replaced whenever they are deemed ineffective in writing or drawing clearly. Due to the harmless nature of SCP-XXXX and the complete cooperative and passive behaviours of SCP-XXXX-1, there has been no need to relocate SCP-XXXX and the locker it is to be stored in to another containment cell, nor has there ever been a need to alter the current containment procedures.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 1920’s oval shaped mirror which stands at a height of 1.5 metres on two legs. SCP-XXXX’s mirror face is capable of spinning a full 360°, although this action is not advised due to SCP-XXXX’s age. On the right side of SCP-XXXX’s wooden mirror frame is a bloody imprint of an unknown individual's right hand, which is claimed to have always been present prior the object’s containment, according to its last owner Janet ████. The blood print cannot be cleaned or removed without damaging SCP-XXXX, the reasoning behind this is still unknown. Due to this discovery, Foundation researchers have discontinued any tests in tampering with the blood-print as to preserve the condition of the object. Upon SCP-XXXX’s containment at Site 19 on the 13/11/2018, Foundation staff began a series of tests to find a potential blood match, but all blood tests and similar crime investigative methods of testing were unsuccessful in tracing a match. All that is known is that the print is female in origin due to the shape of the hand.
Upon the first initial week of containment at Site-19, SCP-XXXX’s leading researcher Dr. Norton was able to summon what will be designated as SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-1 is a physically humanoid entity, composed of an unknown black gaseous material which seems to share similar physical movement properties to fire, with embers of shadow constantly drifting off of SCP-XXXX-1’s person without the Entity’s body mass ever changing. Although SCP-XXXX-1 is gaseous in nature, the gases that make up the Entity appear to be so concentrated that SCP-XXXX-1 is able to be physically touched and is able to manipulate objects. Facial features are absent and what remains are dark patterned scars where the face would be. Initial Hypothesises suggested the possibility that SCP-XXXX acts as SCP-XXXX-1's shelter in order to remain in a solitude environment, this was however debunked and proven to be a prison for SCP-XXXX-1, see Recovered Documents.
SCP-XXXX-1 can be summoned when a Human subject places their right hand on the blood-print of SCP-XXXX for 10 whole seconds. Upon waiting the designated time, SCP-XXXX will shatter its own mirror face, for which SCP-XXXX-1 will leak from said cracks and compose itself in its Humanoid form. For more detail on this procedure, see Note-Summoning Process. In order to return SCP-XXXX-1 to the confines of SCP-XXXX, the exact same summoner must place their hand on the blood-imprint and utter the phrase "Let me go." Once the phrase has been spoken, SCP-XXXX-1 will walk back to SCP-XXXX, deconstruct from its Humanoid form into an irregular cloud of gas and flow into the cracks produced by SCP-XXXX in the summoning process. Once all of SCP-XXXX-1's gaseous matter has returned to the inside of SCP-XXXX, the mirror face of the object will begin to self-repair the cracks along the glass-pane. The shortest amount of time to repair its damage being █ seconds and the longest amount of recorded time taking ██ hours. At this time there is no alternate method in both summoning and returning SCP-XXXX-1 to SCP-XXXX.
After several tests and interviews involving SCP-XXXX-1, it is now known that the manifestation has the ability to predict and represent their summoner’s future demise by making physical alterations to their own body but is unable to depict death by old age or internal organ failure. SCP-XXXX-1 cannot feel the wounds they are depicting in their form. The entity is able to share the same memories and knowledge as their summoner, a potentially threatening realisation at first if not for SCP-XXXX-1's docile behaviour. When SCP-XXXX-1 has been summoned, the number of cracks and how severe the damage is to the mirror glass pane of SCP-XXXX correlates to the life expectancy of the summoner.
(Eg 1: 1 Crack will indicate a long and well lived life. Eg 2: Several connected cracks at different points of the glass indicate a coming fate that could happen over the next year. Eg 3: Severely damaged connected points across the Mirror predict a very near fate of the summoner over the next few months or weeks. Eg 4: Plentiful Unconnected cracks are unsure predictions and the summoner's time to death remains unknown.) Exterior force used on SCP-XXXX can potentially damage the likeliness of SCP-XXXX-1 from being able to present itself. Because of this, all staff are expected to use the utmost precaution when handling SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-1 is incapable of speech but is capable of other means of communicate, such as writing, drawing, bodily language and even sign language. SCP-XXXX-1 is very cooperative and shows no signs of resistance to containment and displays pacifistic loyalty to the summoner. The entity can be instructed to do basic tasks within its realm of understanding such as writing, drawing, movement of small objects but will refuse to commit any acts of violence on another individual or object. SCP-XXXX-1’s surface temperature remains at a constant 5 degrees Celsius, this low temperature however has no effect on its surroundings and will not alter the containment cell’s room temperature below staff expectancy, nor will it's own body temperature be altered by interior heating or cooling.
Discovery: On the 12/11/2018, a call to local police by 79-year-old Janet ████ in Columbus Ohio in response to a potential crime caught the Foundation’s attention. Janet’s 911 call stated that an Antique Mirror she had purchased from an Auction in her town was discovered to have a bloody handprint a day later. The call was delayed as the print had been deliberately hidden during the auction in hopes of getting someone to purchase the item. After the call, Columbus Police were on the scene and immediately attempted to obtain samples, but due to unknown reasons, the blood print was unable to come up with any identity of any known person, nor was anyone able to take a segment of the crusted print off of the frame for analysis.
After this realisation, Foundation Agents were sent to the Columbus Police Department to secure SCP-XXXX. Two Foundation Agents were also sent to the Janet ████ residence for questioning but no valuable information was obtained, aside from what the Police already knew and that Miss ████ paid some $650 for the item. The Foundation were able to compensate her for the trouble and SCP-XXXX was sent to Site-19.
Note - Summoning Process: The following is a written recollection of Dr. Norton’s process in which he was able to successfully summon SCP-XXXX-1 for the first time.
JOURNEL ENTRY: XXXX/5
After entering the cell with Dr. Kellie and a newly “Volunteering” D-Class inmate I was finally about to get my hands back on the strange mirror. I had triple checked every nook and cranny of the SCP for what seemed like hours, but no matter what action Kellie and I tried to provoke in XXXX, or whatever dull order we gave the D-class, we still felt lost, constantly hitting a wall. We had little information to go by and the Widow who was questioned wasn’t much help to us, at one point I was almost tempted to call upon the guard in the room at the time to try and help me figure out the damned thing’s secret, but I rather keep the only man with a gun safe near the door in-case things went wrong. It wasn’t until 1 hour and 3 minutes into the session that Kellie decided to tamper with the bloodstain along the frame. Nothing could chip away at the dried-up blood, so he wasn’t doing any harm to the SCP in touching the imprint. For about 10 seconds he stood there trying to pluck the remnants of the stain with a pair of tweezers with one hand while looking back and forth between the stain and mirror, and then that’s when I heard it, it was so brief but so prominent, a faint chipping sound, not of wood, but of glass.
I almost shouted for Kellie to stop I was that excited and startled. Kellie didn’t seem to hear it, but surprisingly the inmate heard it. Following a brief pause I ordered the D-class to repeat the exact actions Kellie undertook, lightly touching the bloodstain while looking at the mirror of SCP-XXXX. With a little motivation by the guard, the inmate followed our instructions and did so accordingly, after another 10 seconds the same thing happened, the quiet sound of chipping glass was heard but the glass mirror was not altering in anyway. We got the D-class to continue for 1 minute, studying the mirror surface, but nothing was identified. Despite being a man of logic, I did often appeal to the rule of “3 time’s the charm” in this test. I took point, but instead of tampering with the stain, I placed my entire hand in the exact same position as the hand-print, and in doing this, the chipping of glass became more of a prominent sound of shattering glass. I maintained contact for a whole 10 seconds before I was forced back instinctively out of fear when the mirror spontaneously cracked, with 4 lines of cracks originating from the top of the mirror travelling down to the base of the frame. I ordered the Guard to march over and force the inmate in front of us so we’d ‘Hopefully’ be safe behind our human shield. But what followed was unexpected and just, quite miraculous.
A dark cloud of gas began pouring out of the cracks in SCP-XXXX and began composing itself into what appeared to be a man… A man of my height, made of Darkness, with no face, surrounded by a constant dark blaze of black embers with what seemed like four small bullet wounds in its chest and shoulder. Our Guard pushed the D-class closer to the Entity and I said “State your nature and business or we will be forced to amplify our containment methods.” To which it simply walked closer to the D-class, and placed his hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him to the side. The entire time this entity did this, it was gazing right at me, seeming to ignore all other people present in the room. I didn’t take a single step back, I stood my ground, informed the guard not to fire and then it stopped, the being stopped right in front of me, face to no face, and did nothing more than place it’s cold left hand on my shoulder and raised its right hand to my chest, and pointed to me.
Addendum – XXXX-A: Following the initial success of summoning SCP-XXXX-1, Dr. Norton and Kellie would quickly uncover that SCP-XXXX-1 was quite capable of communication, but could not communicate verbally. In learning this, Dr. Norton and Dr. Kellie would begin to converse with the entity while it would use a small note-pad and blue pen to reply back. After the first day of initial contact with SCP-XXXX-1, Dr. Norton would place a request to have a table with chairs added to the containment room for added comfort for both the researchers and the entity and a whiteboard to better communicate with SCP-XXXX-1.
Interview XXXX-C: On the 4/12/2018, SCP-XXXX was inspected on schedule in accordance to its weekly examination and testing in regards to the more intriguing SCP-XXXX-1. Dr. Norton and Dr. Kellie would enter SCP-XXXX’s containment room along with inmate D-6467. The inmate would be instructed to summon SCP-XXXX-1 from SCP-XXXX. After ten seconds, the mirror produced many unconnected cracks at different points on the mirror glass, foreshadowing an unpredictable demise (something which is very common when involving D-class test subjects.) Once SCP-XXXX-1 had been summoned, Dr Norton, the D-class subject and SCP-XXXX-1 would take their seats, while Dr. Kellie and the Security guard would stand and oversee the interview.
Interviewer: Dr. Norton
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-1
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Norton: “Welcome SCP-XXXX-1.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Lifts one hand and waves once towards Dr. Norton and D-6467.)
Dr. Norton: “I believe this is our third interview with you, and for today we wanted to get a better understanding of your remarkable ability and a little more on your… Beginning.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Nods once acknowledging Dr. Norton.)
Dr. Norton: “Continue on Inmate.”
D-6467: “Right. I wanna know how I cop it.”
Dr. Norton: “Please try and use formal language Inma…” (Interrupted by SCP-XXXX-1 signalling for Norton’s attention.)
SCP-XXXX-1: (Stands up and walks to its whiteboard and begins writing. “I can understand Informal language just as well as formal, do not worry.”)
Dr. Norton: “Interesting. Similar to how you know the same level of retained information and memories as those who summon you.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Nods once again and wipes the board clean. The Entity begins to draw crude depictions of D-6467 surrounded by SCP-1415, SCP-1913-2, SCP-966, a 5.56mm bullet and a light containment checkpoint door.)
Dr. Norton: “How did… You can’t possibly know of these Anomalies!”
D-6467: “What the fuck is that one?” (Points to SCP-966.)
Dr. Norton: “Wipe the board please.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Wipes board clean and begins to write down a reply. “My predictions care not for your Foundations secrecy, but it is harder with your men and women in orange.”)
Dr. Kellie: “We’ll have to question you about that later on but for now let’s continue.”
Dr. Norton: “Why are the D-class casualties harder to foresee?”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Nods in approval and begins to write on the whiteboard again. “Those who wear orange are harder to see clearly as they reside in a dark place that has been crafted to kill. The more dangers my summoner is surrounded by, the more obscure their demise is to see.”)
Dr. Norton: “Then that explains a lot in that case.”
Dr. Kellie: “Could you explain the reasoning as to why each time we summon you, SCP-XXXX’s mirror face breaks differently depending on the Summoner? When Dr. Norton summoned you, SCP-XXXX’s mirror produced four large cracks, but for the two previous D-class subjects, they resulted in SCP-XXXX’s glass breaking at several points but the cracks were not connected.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Writes below the previous message. “One large fracture = A long lived life. Two to four large cracks = Death within the next 5-15 years. Five to Ten large cracks = Death within the next few years. Several large and small cracks at different points = A nearing demise, within the next few months, weeks or days. Many unconnected fractures = An uncertain prediction.”)
Dr. Norton: “It truly is facisnating how well you can detect someone’s future death. How many lives have you predicted before you were discovered by us?”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Tilts head slightly and erases previous messages and begins to write a new reply. “Memories from past Summoners do not carry over with me. Once I have returned to her, the memories I had of my Summoner disappear.”)
D-6467: “Her?”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Looks back to his message and then back to D-6467.)
Dr. Norton: “What do you mean by, “her?” Are you giving SCP-XXXX this title?”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Looks away from the Staff and D-6467.)
(Dr. Kellie steps forward from his idle position to get closer to Dr. Norton and SCP-XXXX-1.)
Dr. Kellie: “SCP-XXXX-1 may I remind you that while you are in our care, we expect you to answer our questions. For our sake in better knowing how to make your containment with us a positive experience.”
Dr. Norton: “Please… We need you to share everything you know.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Stands next to its whiteboard without any type of communication, then proceeding to rub out its previous message and write a new one. “Do not return me to the mirror after this session is over. Give me a notebook and I will write all you need to know by tomorrow morning.”)
(Doctors Norton and Kellie look to each other and Kellie nods in approval. Dr. Norton steps forward.)
Dr. Norton: “Alright. We’ll give you some writing paper and a stationary set so you may complete your work by morning. You are not to discuss anything with the guard present in your cell.”
SCP-XXXX-1: (Acknowledges Norton and tilts head up and down thanking him.)
<END LOG>
Closing statement: Following interview XXXX-1-C on the 4/12/2018, SCP-XXXX-1 stated an important piece of information regarding an unknown female individual when referring to SCP-XXXX. Dr. Norton would inform SCP-XXXX-1 to write down any information it knew of this unidentified female or any other important points of information by the next morning. Dr. Norton, Dr. Kellie and D-6467 would return to SCP-XXXX’s containment cell the next day to retrieve the written papers from SCP-XXXX-1. Once these papers were acquired, D-6467 was instructed to return SCP-XXXX-1 back to SCP-XXXX.
Recovered Documentation: The following information details the writings of SCP-XXXX-1's only remaining memory prior to containment. This documentation also expands on the aforementioned female which was accidentally stated by SCP-XXXX-1 during Interview XXXX-C.
The past is a place of regret. The future is one of uncertainty. The present is one of acceptance, for the events that happened in the past. I have spent a life-time within this cursed prison, drowning in regret, and I fail to truly accept the actions I took. I could never have saved myself… I was doomed from the start.
I do not know why I forget our sessions. Perhaps it is a part of my punishment here, I am forced to forget new memories so I am forced to never forget about the past. I don’t blame her however. As torturous as this is for me, I deserve every thing that keeps me from feeling more than pain. For the short time I share the memories of my summoner, I try to recall the pleasant memories they have, as every little piece of happiness I experience outside of her tomb keeps me that little bit more alive.
As for her prison, the Mirror, it isn’t painful. Physically that is. But the emotional scarring and discomfort that emanates from within that glass is more debilitating for me than any other form of torture. It is a cold place, shrouded in darkness such as myself with lightly glowing embers forever travelling within the endless void. The sounds of distant fire and her faint screams are the only sounds this prison ever makes, as constant reminders. In the distance is a large tent, constantly ablaze and no matter how far I walk towards the inferno, I never get any closer to it. It was once my work, my home, and the very place her life, and mine was ended.
I was a Ringmaster of a travelling circus, we primarily visited the Northeast and Midwest states as many of our performers lived in these states we visited, so they were always happy seeing their family and hometown. We avoided the entire “Freak Acts” theme for our Circus, I myself viewed them as cruel, and back then that wasn’t a popular opinion at times. We relied on exhilarating stunt performances and we even had a Lion cub who we were looking after and training so he could become a part of the Circus family. I may not know much about my life before this memory, but I had a sense that I was a very damaged individual. I drank frequently when we were on the road before and after large acts, the Prohibition only exacerbated my drinking habits. But even so, I always pondered about an event that happened to me prior to founding this Circus, possibly during my childhood. Unfortunately, my curse suppresses this suspicion… Or maybe it is fortunate I don’t remember it.
It was 1927, and we had just begun our tour of the Mid-west, starting from Ohio and travelling through Indiana, up into Michigan and back through Ohio back towards Pennsylvania once more. We had just finished for the night in Columbus and were handsomely celebrated by our audience, but it wasn't until after the show that I would suffer my fate worse than death. Our circus was still set up and we all planned on sleeping the night and packing in the morning. I had just finished a bottle of Whiskey, and I was not in a right state of mind. I began wandering outside of our main tent making a ruckus, waking up our performers, and at one point one our tight rope performer, Oliver, came out and tried to convince me to get some sleep, but I merely raved at his face and put him in his place. He then went back to his bed with a defeated look on his face. After aimless wandering I ended up visiting our Mystic act, Lauren… Her.
Lauren was a psychic among other things, she would perform acts on random people in the audience, predicting their futures or reading their minds. A wonderful young woman, too young to have perished from this world. She had her own tent where she would do private predictions on paying customers, so I barged in throwing the tent door flap wide open, making her jump in fear. She was shocked at first and then she smiled only noticing it was me. It wasn't until she realised I was intoxicated that her smile quickly disappeared. I made several slurred comments, trying to approach her subtly and at this point she was becoming uncomfortable. I made crude and sexual gestures to her and I ignored all her pleas for me to leave, after a few minutes of unacceptable behaviour, I snapped, and I had enough of her rejections. I have no clue as to why I wanted her now, but perhaps this lust for her started much longer ago and developed from a harmless crush to an obsessive need for her, even if it meant ruining her life. I forced her against her wardrobe mirror… I do not want to write down what happened next, more so for the fact I don't want to have to re-describe the horrific actions on paper. I live in the echoes of that moment every second of my existence within my prison, and I refuse to make those echoes more intelligible.
Minutes later I could hear some voices calling out for Lauren as to where she was, and I became distracted for a moment, giving Lauren the opportunity to fight back. She scratched my face and forced me back with vigour. We then began to struggle for control and I punched the mirror behind her head and began to pry a large piece of glass from the frame. It took me a few seconds and I even cut my own hand doing so, but after ripping the piece off I raised it to her neck and she attempted to wrestle the hand away from me by grabbing the glass on accident, cutting her hand as well. It wasn't until I began threatening her of death that she noticed I had knocked a lantern from her table onto the ground sparking a small fire. This caught my attention also and Lauren kicked me in genitals stunning me, she made her last and final attempt to flee the now growing inferno, but I grabbed her arm with one hand.
She begged me to "Let me go", screaming it at the top of her lungs… and in one final moment, I then heaved Lauren back around and threw her against her mirror. But then it happened. Silence happened. She didn't make a sound, she remained frozen against the mirror as the tent slowly started to collapse around us. She was stuck to the mirror with her hand against the mirror frame and face pressed against what remained of the glass. I then hesitantly approached her, prying her from the mirror, only to realise a small incision in her neck, gushing with blood. I then began crying out as she lay in my arms dying, I dropped to my knees with her, scared for my life as the voices from outside were forgotten amongst the sounds of the now blazing inferno I now found myself boiling inside. I lay there, slowly losing the ability to breath clean air, and then…
Darkness, embers and screams. I now found myself in an unknown form, surrounded my reminders of my last few moments alive, attempting to shout in agony, with nothing coming out… I should have let her go, and no matter how many times I say it, the past can't be changed.
Tobias O'reilly
Addendum XXXX-B: Upon reading the recovered writings of SCP-XXXX-1, Dr. Norton along with Foundation agents have begun an investigation to locate any known survivors or relatives of SCP-XXXX-1 circus family in order to obtain eye-witness reports of the crime in progress and the severity of the fire damage. At this time it is unknown how SCP-XXXX was able to survive the fire, nor is it known when specifically SCP-XXXX repaired its mirror face following the destruction of the camp site. Despite these signs of extreme invulnerability to fire, staff are still advised to use the utmost care when manipulation SCP-XXXX.
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