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Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures
Civilians are, through fictitious culture insertions, ensured SCP-XXXX is a part of Scandinavian folklore. Any suspicious activity conducted by SCP-XXXX within Swedish society is to be immediately rejected as superstition. To uncover SCP-XXXX, geological detail survey programmes are conducted continuously to uncover anomalous changes in Scandinavian biotopes.
Description
SCP-XXXX denotes a species populating major parts of the Scandinavian peninsula particularly in temperate coniferous forests as well as the Scandinavian Mountains. The total population of species is unknown as of the 1960s, when an instance of SCP-XXXX was last recorded.
The species, while similar to humans, posses ontokinetic abilities that allow them to manipulate organic and geological material in their surroundings.
Up until the mid-20th century the existence of SCP-XXXX was common knowledge among the Scandinavian population. As the SCP Foundation established their presence in Scandinavia during the 1920s, a search for the population was warranted. Due to the difficulties of searching for entities able to conceal its presence, it would take until the 1930s before an individual, hereby SCP-XXXX-A, was contained. Reports from Foundation agents could confirm thaumaturgic activity from an instance contained at a ‘lunatic asylum’ in the south of Sweden. The instance was confirmed to be an instance of SCP-XXXX and contained at Site-80 until 1959.
Addendum XXXX-A: Memorandum, 4th of April 1938
Dear all,
I feel obligated to inform the department on the latest safety protocols on site. The entity contained earlier this week is likely a member of the species designated as SCP-XXXX. It was located in a lunatic asylum based in Lund, Skåne after reportedly engaging a thaumaturgic process of unknown nature.
Caution is highly advised. Any interaction with the entity in question will be restricted to personnel with clearance level 3 and above. Thaumaturgical or reality-bending abilities that the concerned species possess are as of yet unknown, however we have reasons to believe that the entities have exercised thaumaturgy in Scandinavia for a long time.
Thereby, I have decided to devote the entire efforts of Department B to the containment of this entity until other containment procedures are found.
Sincerely,
Dr. Sven Linde
Research Lead
Site-80
Addendum XXXX-B: Interrogation Log, 6th of April, 1938
Interrogated: SCP-XXXX-A
Interrogator: Dr. Linde
Foreword: Interrogation conducted within separated chambers with the interviewer voiced over the telecom.
[BEGIN LOG]
[Linde takes a deep breath.]
Dr. Linde: State your name please.
SCP-XXXX-A: Come down and talk to me lil' one.
Dr. Linde: We just need your name.
SCP-XXXX-A: Hmm. Trula I was called, long time they use it. Hmmm. A voice with no face is not very nice, lil one, where are you?"
Dr. Linde: Unfortunately, I am not able to come down right now. I just want to ask a couple of questions.
SCP-XXXX-A: What you ask of me lil' one?
Dr. Linde: I would like to know what you did at Vipeholm.1
SCP-XXXX-A: Hmm.
[Trula sighs.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Why lil' one do you want walls around me? It feels-
Dr. Linde: It is merely a safety precaution. If you help us with some information about what you can do we might not even need the walls.
SCP-XXXX-A: Hmm… Even the walls outside of the walls?
[The wall brittles as Trula touches it.]
Dr. Linde: Merely a safety precaution. Now h-
SCP-XXXX-A: What fear you lil' one? If you want me to stay here maybe I can.
Dr. Linde: Then I wish you to stay. How about you tell m-
[Trula grunts and impatiently taps the wall, resulting in more debris on the floor.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Hrmpff. You… "wish me to stay"? I can stay, but I am missing a kind word. I do not like when ones are not kind. I can leave, but what if it turns out lil' one is kind?
Dr. Linde: I…
[The telecom is activated during a moment of silence.]
Dr. Linde: Would you please stay here?
[Trula smirks.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Mmm, that is very kind lil' one. Now you can give me questions.
[END LOG]
Addendum XXXX-C: Research Log, 7th of April, 1938
PUBLIC WARNING
TROLLDOM NEAR YOU?
The safety of the Swedish people has always been the highest concern for SIRB.2 That is why we during the last twenty years have devoted ourselves to ridding our beautiful landscape of any witchcraft. This is your reminder that you have an obligation to report to your local official when encountering any suspected magic activity or suspicious individuals in your area. Remember, that they are as easily disguised among your own people as they are in the forests.
Deliver these messages to your children. Children are easily deceived by bewitching creatures and are often oblivious to eventual trolls among their friends. Make sure your child is socializing with the right kind.
Beware as you saunter the woods, for the creatures may as well be below your feet.
Note: The detainments that Swedish authorities are executing have not helped. With earlier influence over SIRB, the SCP Foundation could have handled the situation much better. We have after all long had a relationship with the entity.
— Dr. Linde.
Addendum XXXX-D: Interrogation Log, 11th of April, 1938
Interrogated: SCP-XXXX-A
Interrogator: Dr. Sven Linde
[OPEN LOG]
Dr. Linde: Are you ready to uhh, proceed..?
Dr. Linde: Now-
[The telecom shuts down. The ground shakes. The concrete wall separating Linde from the chamber brittles down, revealing Linde sitting on a chair, seemingly frozen in place. A siren sounds. Trula walks up close to Linde and smiles down at him.]
SCP-XXXX-A: We know you.
[The chamber seems to collapse and open up, with a bright light revealing a blue sky above and tree trunks forcing through the surrounding walls. The floor turns into a pool of mud, that soon sinks down into thick moss, spreading out and filliling the chamber. The ground has become irregular and a scene of a dense pine forest has erupted. Trula finds a stone to sit down on.]
SCP-XXXX-A: This is home lil' man. I hope you do not care for where questions are asked. You do not need your soldiers here.
Dr. Linde: Are we somewhere else… Can I get out of here?
SCP-XXXX-A: No… Too bad we are not. You can leave when you wish.
Dr. Linde: Is this what you can do? Affect your environment?
SCP-XXXX-A: Huhu, mmm. I am one with it.
[Trula places a hand on a nearby trunk whereby the hand merges with the wood. They break it loose and grin at Linde who is still sitting on his chair, sunken down in the deep moss.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Come on! Don't sit down there, I will show you the many good things here, much better than the 'foodies' that you have in your pots and pans.
[Trula shows off her wooded hand where a number of carpenter ants roam around. Linde is forced to lean back in disgust as Trula gestures in front of his face.]
SCP-XXXX-A: No? Okay. Mmm…
[Linde looks around with a sense of urgency to get a grasp of any way of escaping the scene.]
Dr. Linde: Uhh, I…. Uhm… Really need t-
SCP-XXXX-A: Mmm. Hum, mama came home with deeries sometimes. Have you tried deeries l'man? Best filled with the juicy wriggling things… Yum.
Dr. Linde: 'Mama'?
SCP-XXXX-A: Mama, good raiser of us. She took all good things home to us.
Dr. Linde: Did you… By 'us', uh, do you mean you had a family?
Trula meets Linde's eyes with a yellow gaze.
SCP-XXXX-A: I had.
[Linde's chair breaks apart and lands him on a rock, risen from below. The deep moss of the surrounding area seem to rise up and form the headdress of meter-sized rocks. Some of the pine-trees fall backwards revealing two boulders towering up to the sky. A dark crack is visible between the boulders. A sound starts emanating from the depths of the cave. Trula lets out a laugh.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Here they come!
[Linde is rushed to the side by Trula as a pack of naked long-haired people run out of the cave and onto the mossy stones. One of the larger sits down on a rock nearby with a keyed fiddle in their hands. A tune is played while a few of the trolls starts singing and smacking their hands on hollow tree trunks. Romping and dancing about, a circle is formed.]
Trolls: Hey-hoo! Lev- lev- a hej! We are the forest trolls, not as cold as the mountain trolls! Hey-hoo! Lev- lev- a hej! We don't bite, no, we don't bite! Unless you have a feisty temper! Hey-ho!
SCP-XXXX-A: Hey-ho! Ha-ha! And now, bring in the friends!
[Trula turns around, greeting three children, possibiy between the ages of 9 and 12. who run through their bodies and into the ring.]
Dr. Linde: Wha-
Trolls: And now, we greet our good ol' friends, our good ol' friends. Lev- Lev- a hej! Dance with the forest trolls, not as cold as the mountain trolls! Hey-hoo! Lev- lev- a hej!
[The three children look up to the gleeful trolls who have circled around them, clapping their hands.]
SCP-XXXX-A: Yes, we know you.
[The children take each other's hands and swing to the music, laughing as they do.]
SCP-XXXX-A: And you know us.
Trolls: Heeey! Dance with the forest trolls, not as cold as the mountain trolls! Hey-hoo! lev- lev- a hej! These friends don't have a feisty temper! Hey-hoo! Lev- lev- a hej!
[The music is silenced. Linde is shocked to find Trula turned towards him. The trolls are gone. Linde's eyes are visibly teary.]
Dr. Linde: I never… Uhh, truly understood… Who I would believe…
[Through a matter of seconds, tree trunks break and fall. Linde is startled away from the trees. A loud screeching noise accompanies the trees getting sawed down. Wood chips rain over the pair while the stones covering ground crack and turn into gravel, the moss dies out and left of the scene is a patch of gravel with tufts of grass.]
Dr. Linde: What is this Trula?
SCP-XXXX-A: After they took mama and Truls and Grum and Töll and Barr, I ran. They found me hiding. They took me in children's home where no one had a mama. This is the place where there is no juicy things, no dance and no life. They were mean to me. When I tried to create life…
[The grass tufts starts to momentarily grow in volume and with longer grass and different types of wildflowers.]
SCP-XXXX-A: …they took me away to that experiment house.
Dr. Linde: Vipeholm.
[The concrete walls are suddenly back, security guard successfully break into the chamber and remove Linde.]
[CLOSE LOG]
Addendum XXXX-E: Research Log, 13th of April, 1938
THE LABOURER
Friday 3rd of May, 1938
TERROR AT VIPEHOLM
Patients defenseless against keepers.
Vipeholm institution for the insane. It's raining outside, all patients are seated along the corridor walls, no movement is permitted. After a few hours a patient stands up to walk about, gestures and talks to himself. It doesn't take long before he is on the floor with tied hands. For twenty minutes the keeper keeps him that way, now and then he twists the wrists of the patient. The patient moans and spits blood on the floor. He's finally released, "There's no use anyway." the keeper tells his colleague. "The only thing that helps is putting him in the laundry room in cold water. That usually shuts him up for a few days."
A local medical student, Anders Gren, described this situation after his two month internship at the institution. It was shattering, he said. Never did he presuppose that there would be so much suffering and terror brought upon patients by sadistic personnel.
Belonging to the institution are three two-floored barracks that serves as the tipping point for those who do not fit in ordinary forms of treatment. Patients that have been found obnoxious or disrupting in general at other institutions are especially concerned. The easiest to discipline are placed in barrack A, which according to Gren is widely considered the best part. The patients are thereafter placed according to the degree of disrupting behavior at either Barrack B or C, where the keepers "keep tight reins", as it were, on the patients. Torture and treatment in isolation are common elements at these barracks.
(Continues on p. 6)
Note: Trula had no patience for the treatment at the institution. They have told me there are several SCP-XXXX individuals that they met here and that not all of them had their abilities discovered. There are more of them out there, and it is very hard to estimate numbers.
— Dr. Sven Linde
Addendum XXXX-F: Incident Log, 28th of September, 1959
Incident: On 07/28/1959, the SCP Foundation was alarmed on a breach at Site-80 involving SCP-XXXX. This log was provided by the Chief of Security at Site-80.
[OPEN LOG]
I was in my bunk when the floor suddenly shook. I quickly got reports of a possible incident in containment chamber 3 at Department B. The possible dangers were imminent as I stepped out of the barracks and saw what used to be the department now seemingly replaced by a green wreath. We tried contacting our lead and only thaumatologist on site, Dr. Linde, who was unreachable. His office was in that building.
I gathered a squadron that could breach the wreath. We cut ourselves through bushes and thickets and found ourselves in a dense pine forest without a trace of the original structure inside. We scattered in pairs to search the area, several of us sighted abnormal shifts in the environment, while the forest slowly sank and the original building looked to be uplifted in the west, the east parts of the forest spread further. It was obvious that it was the work of the SCP-XXXX entity.
It took, maybe 20 minutes before someone shouted, and we hurried to his place. Out of the moss, we could see a root convulsing and moving eastward quickly. A shot was fired, with no effect, I had my men circle the convulsing root and a group situate themselves on the outside of the forest to intercept it. And finally, the wreath stopped moving.
We called for the entity to stop, and the forest died down and looked as if it decomposed right in front of us, with department B revealed once again. The convulsing root suddenly grew upwards in place. And suddenly there was Dr. Linde accompanied by SCP-XXXX-1, who looked around at us, with a disappointed glare. I knew better than to order fire.
Linde said something, I don't know what, and the creature mumbled back. It turned around and walked toward the exit, slowly getting brown and integrating into the ground. Suddenly it was all gone, and all it left was a Linde, who I until this day never had seen particularly high-spirited.
[CLOSE LOG]
