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Legend:
**A**: Done and currently on the mainlist**B1**: Was on the mainlist for more than 3 months
**B2**: Finished but currently under improvement/not approved article
**C**: Not Finished
**D**: Not Started
- Fermi's Attractor **C**
- The Puppeteers Hands **C**
- Black Hole Storage In-A-Bottle **C**
- The best father I could've asked for **B2**
- The Wanderlust Sky **B1**
- A Broken Band **D**
- fransis'es pensil case **D**
- A Build Your Own Universe! **D**
- The Man on the Pier **D**
SCP-GGGG is a section of space measuring approximately 50 million light-years in diameter within the Boötes void. An excess of 52 million "Arms" extend an extra 200 million light-years from the diameter rotating around a central axis nearing 1.65x10-16rpm. Its area of effect shows varying unnatural Hume levels, from an estimated 17 Humes near the edge of the arms (temporarily including the area of space it sweeps across) dropping to as low as 0.09 Humes near the "center". It is currently unknown whether or not SCP-GGGG's effects spread farther than these observed areas but are too faint to be acknowledged or even recorded.
These abnormal Hume levels are theorized to be a direct result of SCP-GGGG pulling in not only physical matter but also metaphysical objects or concepts into it.
[insert segway here]
SCP-GGGG's arms converge with Earth within a cycle of 40-60 years, at which point a 'collective cognitive shift' (or CCS) occurs worldwide as a result of SCP-GGGG's anomalous effect. These shifts vary in intensity and usually only affect one concept at a time. Depending on the concept pulled, these shifts can either take the form of an abrupt appearance or disappearance of worldwide culture or phenomena. (see document GGGG for a comprehensive list of recorded CCSs).
[insert document GGGG here]
[side note from senior researcher explaining that the "arms" that have been hitting us are relatively short in length compared to the rest of SCP-GGGG's arms. A direct hit from a long enough arm may result in Mk-class Mind Falter scenario where SCP-GGGG sucks a sizeable chunk of consciousness from humans, turning the entire race into mindless husks or something along those lines.]
(NoteToSelf: TOO MUCH OF AN ANIME PROTAGONIST, TURN INTO ISOLATED HUMAN ASAP)
Item #: SCP-ZZZZ
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-ZZZZ-1 is currently worn by SCP-ZZZZ-2 and cannot, at the moment, be removed by any known means. SCP-ZZZZ-2 is currently held in Site-17, in a 3x5 room fully furnished with a bathroom complete with a shower and bathtub, single size bed, standard table and chair, TV and cable access, and a dedicated 'study desk' complete with a sketchbook, journal, desk lamp, and laptop with access to an online encyclopedia. Pens are to be provided if requested. SCP-ZZZZ-2 is only allowed no more than one day every week outside his cell for social interaction, though this is unlikely considering the often solitary nature of SCP-ZZZZ-2. In the event that SCP-ZZZZ-2 does wish to temporarily leave his cell, he is to be fitted with specialized gloves set around SCP-ZZZZ-1 to prevent unintentional possession of any personnel. In the event of a breach, though highly unlikely that SCP-ZZZZ-2 would attempt an escape, [REDACTED] shall be deployed to subdue SCP-ZZZZ-2 through the use of sedatives.
Description:
SCP-ZZZZ-1 is a pair of white gloves made of high quality cotton and stitched together with black string. SCP-ZZZZ-1 currently attached to SCP-ZZZZ-2 and cannot be removed by any known methods. In the event that SCP-ZZZZ-1 is damaged, burned, warped out of reality[1] etc., white cloth will appear out of seemingly nowhere followed by black string stitching a new pair of SCP-ZZZZ-1 around SCP-ZZZZ-2's hands. Any cloth left over don't show any anomalous properties. Similarly, any attempt to seperate the gloves from SCP-ZZZZ-2 through amputation will result in the amputated arm getting reattached to SCP-ZZZZ-2 through what seems to be stitches similar to those on SCP-ZZZZ-1. The stitches then transform into human cells and, in a matter of 2-3 days, the amputated body part goes back to working order, as if it wasn't amputated at all. The process to how these stitches transform is currently unknown.
The main anomalous properties appear when any living or otherwise sapient being enter a 1.5 meter radius around SCP-ZZZZ-1. Strings will appear from the tip of each finger of SCP-ZZZZ-1 and attach to the limbs and head of the victim by piercing the skin and/or light clothing and then, after approximately 2 seconds, all brain activity of the victims cease. After this, the victim will now be reffered to as a "puppet". Despite the lack of brain function needed for motor related skills, the puppet seem to stil be able to move around like normal and perform tasks dictated by SCP-ZZZZ-2's thoughts. In addition to basic sentences; single words, pictures, and even sounds can be interpreted as 'orders' The way these orders are interpreted seems to vary among puppets (See Addendum ZZZZ-a). A 5 second 'buffer' period is present between orders as some sort of safety measurement to prevent 'wearing out' the puppets. If a puppet is removed from the 1.5 radius within this 5-second period, the puppet's brain functions resume and is effectively converted back to an otherwise healthy normal human, though they cannot seem to recall such an event happening.
SCP-ZZZZ-2 is a male of [DATA EXPUNGED] origin, 6 feet (182cm) tall and weighing 160lb (72.5kg), caucasian with black eyes and hair. He refers to himself as ████ and claims to be ██ years old
Interview log NULL
[START LOG]
(Dr. ████ ██████ walks into the room and gets into SCP-ZZZZ-2's AoE
(Strings then emerge from SCP-ZZZZ-1 and attach to Dr. ████, effectively turning him into a puppet)
(SCP-ZZZZ-2 curiously asks a question given the moment)
(Dr. ████ utters a few words to SCP- ZZZZ-2)
(SCP- ZZZZ-2 severs the strings and walks back until Dr. ████ resumes consciousness)
Dr. ████: What the $#@! was that?!
SCP- ZZZZ-2: You tell me
(Guards enter the room and escort Dr. ████ out)
[END LOG]
Dr. ████ was tested for any major physical or mental injuries. Results prove inconclusive and Dr. ████ accepts to interview SCP-ZZZZ-2 again but through the use of a microphone and speaker.
Interview log ZZZZ-1
[START LOG]
Dr.████: Please state your name and age for the interview
SCP-ZZZZ-2: My name is ████ ███████ and ██ as of today
Dr.████: Thank you, my apologies for the previous interview, we still have no idea to the extent of your capabilities
SCP-ZZZZ-2: Understandable, neither do I sadly
Dr.████: I see, how did you come in contact with SCP-####-1?
SCP-ZZZZ-2: You mean these damn gloves? I found them on a hiking trip with my family on [DATA EXPUNGED]. I picked them up out of curiosity and stuffed them in my bag. When we got home, I showed them to my friends, then immediately tried them on. You can imagine what happened next. One thing led to another and I ended up here.
Dr.████: And how is your experience with the foundation so far?
SCP-ZZZZ-2: Do I have any right to complain? I DESERVE to be here after what i've done. Those poor innocent people… I NEED to be contained. And to be honest, the state of the other "people" contained is much worse than what you guys are probably about to put me through. Look at 2724, who knows what he's going through? I could say the same for 105, poor girl. And 231? Oh God have mercy on her…
Dr.████: H-how did you know all that?
SCP-ZZZZ-2: You and some other researchers told me right after my capture
Dr.████: I… I see, thank you for your cooperation
SCP-ZZZZ-2: Anytime
[END LOG]
5 minutes after interview, guards sedate and capture SCP-ZZZZ and is sent to [DATA EXPUNGED] for administration of amnestics for the knowledge he has gained about the Foundation.
After reviewing security footage of the initial capture of SCP-ZZZZ, it was confirmed that the researchers in the presence of SCP-ZZZZ-1 were affected and, due to the curious nature of SCP-ZZZZ-2, then told SCP-ZZZZ-2 what they know about the Foundation. The task force in charge of the capture of SCP-ZZZZ had specially thick body suits to prevent control by SCP-ZZZZ-1.
Addendum-ZZZZ-a
Experiment ZZZZ-A: SCP-ZZZZ-2 is asked to think of a sentence.
Result: All D-class personnel connected to SCP-ZZZZ-1 then go about the room looking for pens, then start drawing illustrated sketches of their families on the wall.
Note: The puppets seem to still retain knowledge of their human lives if SCP-ZZZZ-2 wishes to know, in this case, he wished to know "What does your family look like?"[sic].
Experiment ZZZZ-B: SCP-ZZZZ-2 is asked to think of a single word.
Result: The D-class personnel go their seperate ways:
- One punches the Foundation symbol repeatedely.
- One tries tearing down the wall.
- One draws a crude drawing of a 'house foundation'.
- One bashes against the glass pane seperating the researchers and the testing chamber.
Note: The word SCP-ZZZZ-2 thought of was "Foundation".
Experiment ZZZZ-C: SCP-ZZZZ-2 is asked to visualize something in his head.
Result: All D-class within SCP-ZZZZ-1's control just start crying:
- Some lie down.
- Some scream and flail.
- The rest approach SCP-ZZZZ-2 to comfort him.
Note: When asked what he thought of, he simply replied with [REDACTED].
Experiment ZZZZ-D: SCP-ZZZZ-2 is given a pair of headphones. SCP-ZZZZ-2 is then asked to think nothing but the music playing.
Result: The D-class personnel exibit behavior connected to the music:
- One composes an accurate replica of the music through sheet music.
- One dances rather skillfully to the music.
- One hums to the music despite not being able to hear it.that
Note: It seems that SCP-ZZZZ-1 can also transfer information from SCP-ZZZZ-2 to it's various puppets
Experiment ZZZZ-E: SCP-ZZZZ-2 is asked to command the puppets to kill themselves.
Result: SCP-ZZZZ-2 refuses, even when threatened. After 10 minutes of negotiation and convincing, SCP-ZZZZ-2 reluctantly orders D-43███ to "die". D-43███ remorselessly bash their face on the wall repeatedely. The guards then escort D-43███ out of the testing chamber before they can cause more self-harm.
Note: Puppets of SCP-ZZZZ-1 are shown to have no sense of self-preservation and live only to do SCP-ZZZZ-2's commands.
Experiment ZZZZ-F: SCP-ZZZZ-2 is asked to command the puppet to lift a ███kg weight that the puppet's human form otherwise cannot lift.
Result: D-57███ picks up the weight and effortlesly puts it down at SCP-ZZZZ-2's command.
Note: Puppets of SCP-ZZZZ-1 seem to perfom otherwise impossible tasks for their state just to appease SCP-ZZZZ-2. Puppets will still attempt the task even if the said task is beyond human limitations, to no avail.
Conclusion: The puppets have no other purpose but to serve SCP-ZZZZ-2 and will push themselves to their own humanly limit to achieve this.
(NoteToSelf: TOO BORING, MAKE IT MORE INTERESTING? IDK)
Item #: SCP-YYYY
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-YYYY is to be contained in a standard safe-class containment chamber and is not to be accessed unless authorized by personnel with Level 3 clearance or above or for research purposes. Any use of SCP-YYYY outside controlled testing (among other things) is strictly prohibited. Permission to cross-test with other SCPs is currently under question. See Addendum YYYY
Description:
SCP-YYYY are two bottles of similar design to standard █████ bottles, with metal caps and scratched-off designs. Aside from their usual anomalous properties, SCP-YYYY-A and SCP-YYYY-B display no oddities concerning their physical structure. As such, their glass structure is as easily frail as one would expect, and it is to go without saying that they must be handled with utmost care.
SCP-YYYY-A is a blue bottle labled "Intake" that, when opened, seemingly warps the space around any liquid substance within a 5 meter radius to 'teleport' it inside itself. Intake of liquid ceases approx. 5 seconds after initial opening and SCP-BBBB-1 automatically closes itself through the same manner. The amount of liquid it can carry is currently unknown. SCP-BBBB-1 seems to regard an object as "liquid" in line with our standard definition of a liquid. This, of course, includes blood and as such SCP-YYYY-A is only to be opened through the use of mechanical claws or magnets.
SCP-YYYY-B is a red bottle labled "Expel" that, when opened, expels liquid taken in by SCP-YYYY-A in the order that it was orignally absorbed. Unlike SCP-YYYY-A, SCP-YYYY-B does not automatically close itself. Instead, it continues expelling liquid until such time that SCP-YYYY-A goes completely empty or there is no room for any more liquid.
Through the use of a minature camera, the inside of SCP-YYYY-A and SCP-YYYY-B has been observed to be nothing but an otherwise endless black void. What seems to be liquid has been somewhat recognized, though due to inaccurate camera footage, results prove inconclusive.
Discovery:
SCP-YYYY was discovered in ██/██/████ by [REDACTED], who was on a hike through the forest when she found the bottles. According to her, it was only by chance that she opened SCP-YYYY-2 instead of SCP-YYYY-1, to which it started "expelling large amounts of liquid with seemingly no end"(sic). It was then brought into police custody, then shortly after; Foundation custody once its anomalous effects resulted in the deaths of # police officers.
Addendum YYYY
SCP-YYYY is currently on hold concerning cross-testing with other SCPs, such requests involve but are not limited to:
SCP-109 - PENDING
SCP-791 - PENDING
SCP-676 - PENDING
SCP-120 - DENIED
SCP-999 - STRICTLY DENIED
Item #: SCP-WWWW
Object Class: Euclid Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures:
There is no known way of stopping SCP-WWWW from happening (Every 22nd of June, in █████, Auckland). Foundation agents planted around the town must eliminate SCP-WWWW-3 as soon as SCP-WWWW-R appears. At most one D-class must be used to trigger SCP-WWWW-R whenever possible, as to avoid any unnecessary attention caused by the sudden death(s) of townsfolk.
A cover-up and any necessary amnestization must be carried out as soon as SCP-WWWW ends. Any residents converted into SCP-WWWW-2 are to be collected and terminated immediately, as per request by the Ethics Committee.
Description:
SCP-WWWW is an anomalous event that happens on the 22nd of June and has been observed to happen every year since 1982 in the town of █████, Auckland. The effects of SCP-WWWW don't start until approx. 4:06 in the morning, at which point SCP-WWWW-1 instances form in random locations around the town. Multiple SCP-WWWW-1 instances have been reported to appear at varying times throughout the day.
SCP-WWWW-1 instances appear to be children of age 7 to 12. In regards to anatomy, SCP-WWWW-1 has no internal organs to speak of, and certain parts of SCP-WWWW-1's body are observed to possess non-corporeal properties if it wishes to. It is still susceptible to certain extraneous forces (namely smoke or any form of lachrymator) and reacts to this as a normal human would, otherwise it is completely immune to any form of damage. SCP-WWWW-1's personality is to be expected of an average prepubescent child; shy but sometimes sociable and active, and highly curious, especially towards the local townsfolk and their homes1. Despite this, SCP-WWWW-1 will only talk if accompanied by an SCP-WWWW-2 instance. Whether SCP-WWWW-1 physically cannot or simply chooses not to is unknown. Once SCP-WWWW-1 has spotted a nearby resident (specifically a male resident age 25 or above), it will immediately approach and 'hug' them, turning said resident into an instance of SCP-WWWW-2. Once acquiring an instance of SCP-WWWW-2, SCP-WWWW-1 will then request to stay in said instance's house, constantly asking for favors and attention.
SCP-WWWW-2 instances are very protective of their own SCP-WWWW-1 instances and, regardless as to whether they possessed a child beforehand, cater to any of SCP-WWWW-1's wants moreso than their own children. SCP-WWWW-2 usually do not question any fallacies presented by or about SCP-WWWW-1 and will treat their instance as a pre-existing member of the family or a new one altogether. Whether or not SCP-WWWW-1 possesses telepathic properties to achieve this or purely memetic is currently unknown. SCP-WWWW-2 will also display rash and often aggressive behavior towards anyone who attempts to harm or disagree with the designated SCP-WWWW-1 instance. Upon termination or disappearance of the designated SCP-WWWW-1 instance, SCP-WWWW-2 will lose hostility and grow more and more dismal by the day, culminating in suicide in about a week. This effect is indefinite among all recorded instances and there is currently no known way of curing it.
Approximately one day after SCP-WWWW-1 enters their SCP-WWWW-2 house, the interior of said house changes to that of a single dark room hereby designated as SCP-WWWW-R. The layout of SCP-WWWW-R varies every time it is generated, with the size depending on the interior size of the house. (See Exploration Log WWWW for detailed reports on the various rooms). Only one SCP-WWWW-R generates per SCP-WWWW event. Any individual inside the house prior to SCP-WWWW-R formation disappears, leaving only the SCP-WWWW-1 instance and a varying number of pitch-black humanoids (designated SCP-WWWW-3). SCP-WWWW-3 is very hostile to any individual in its vicinity, especially towards SCP-WWWW-1. That, however, is the extent of its anomalous properties. It possesses the stamina, strength, and durability of an average adult male. Once killed, SCP-WWWW-3 dissolves into smoke which dissipates quickly in the air alongside any SCP-WWWW-1 instance present in the town. Upon leaving SCP-WWWW-R, it immediately reverts back into the interior of said house prior to generation, with the only notable change being a small paper note left at the foot of the door written in blank ink or blood (See SCP-WWWW-Doc for a list of acquired notes).
The following are detailed logs on SCP-WWWW, from various Foundation agents planted around █████, Auckland.
Log Date: 6/30/1982
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorAfter 5 years cooped up in some run down hotel, I can finally do my fucking job. I'm about to head over to whatever these blockheads are worrying about… Gimme a break already, I've been in this job long enough to expect whatever these weird creatures throw at me.
Here we are, lemme guess, haunted house? To be honest, I'm not too good with ghosts, so let's see how we fare. Alright, seems like a da~[Writing trails off]
Jesus, that was a bit surprising. After a few shots, I took down this weird black thing that attacked me. I was kinda expecting more, but who am I to complain? I was about to take a sample, but then it disappeared as soon as it "died". I could've sworn I saw someone else in there though. As for the room, it was pretty damn dark in there. I could barely make out some chairs and a table. It looked kinda like a dining room.
Well shit, it's gone. I left the room for one second to write some stuff down and when I came back, it returned to being a normal anomaly-less house. I did, however, find this note. It's written in black ink and it says: "Now"… Whatever that means. This should probably go to the higher-ups, alongside a request to cover up this whole situation. That room may be anomalous, but I'm hella sure these people still heard gunshots.
Log Date: 7/02/1983
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorPretty much the same time, and same town from last year. Took a while to find this one though, t'was located in a pretty secluded part of the area, in addition to the dude who lives there being a total creep. No one batted an eye. The room was a lot bigger this time, bigger than the rickety shack it was in. Doesn't surprise me as much, since when did these skips follow any common sense anyway? I killed the figure in here without much of a fight this time. I had a good look at him too, he seemed like he was made of some pitch black darkness. He had glowing eyes and the build of an average adult. I caught a glimpse of someone else again though, this time I was sure of it. It looked to be a small kid, cowering in the corner. As for the room, still looked a lot like a dining room but a bit bigger and slightly different layout. Once again, I left the room, came back and everything's back to normal. The note I got this time said: "I can no longer remember the man who hurt me". No need for a cover-up this time, gunshots are pretty common on this side of town anyway.
PS: A week after this incident, there was a handful of unexpected suicides in the town. Happened last year too. Not sure whether it's another weird effect of this skip or just a coincidence.
Log Date: 6/27/1984
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorYep, here we go. 3 times in a row, now I'm positive this thing happens every year. It's even got a name now: SCP-WWWW. I'm going to have to file a request to have a bunch more agents head over here some time. It's pretty hard finding these myself… This one wasn't too eventful compared to the others. I find the home, I enter it and take a good look around (still a dining room by the way), kill the dude trying to kill me, leave and take the note to the higher-ups. I can, however, now confirm that the mass suicides that happen are connected somehow to this skip.
Log Date: 6/24/1985
Medium: Diary
Agent Aisa BlynI recently got some intel from local townsfolk about this event that happens every year, they seem to be quite knowledgeable on the topic. The dates they gave me lined up nicely with that of Agent Netor. According to them, every third week of June, certain people grow unnervingly jolly before killing themselves a few days later. Some even give reports of people just outright disappearing. A major clue I found whilst inquiring was how these people were seen with a child that any of their close friends or relatives have never heard of. One person said his friend was one of them, that he saw him treating a child as his own despite having none to begin with, before disappearing suddenly. This, of course, leads to massive speculations, some saying it's just mass hysteria and others saying Death itself is bringing down its children to offer peaceful passing to those destined to die. Man, the guys taking care of the cover-ups really have their work cut out for them…
I started tracking down one of the people I deem suspicious, a certain Jack ██████. His files say that his children are all on different parts of the globe, yet here he is, playing with a child as if it was his own. I don't know if he adopted her, he's a pedophile or something else. Luckily, their house is across the street to the motel I'm staying in. For all intents and purposes, the interior of their house looks perfectly normal. I'll keep a close eye on them for a while.
Log Date: 6/25/1985
Medium: Diary
Agent Aisa BlynI've observed their house for 8 hours straight now… Trust me, it wasn't fun. Jack did not even leave the house to pick up the mail. Their windows and shutters closed 7 hours ago and are still closed until now. I'll go head over to see what's happening.
Note to self: DON'T FORGET YOUR BRIEFING.
I forgot the report on an extremely hostile humanoid entity who appears in the event that this room does appear… Luckily, it doesn't have any special anomalous properties other than looking like it's straight out of a cartoon. I saw the same kid from yesterday though, for some reason he was the only one inside the room alongside the pitch-black bastard. Neither Jack or his wife are anywhere to be found. On the topic of the room, I managed to hit what seemed to be a TV and couch during my struggle. Despite the darkness, I can faintly make out bottles and trash of unknown origin. No use bringing them in for samples, they disappear as soon as they leave the room. Cover up should be here in a few minutes, might as well hand them the note while they're at it. I still have a lot of work to do…
Log Date: 6/27/1985
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorThe aftermath's happening as expected. Townsfolk seem awfully wary today… "The children are gone, Death's gonna come visit soon." They said. Luckily, I was able to track down my own guy before Agent Aisa took down the room. His personality matched up with Aisa's observations too. As far as I can tell, he hasn't left his house since yesterday. No rooms manifested or anything, he just kinda… sat there. Felt a bit bad for him, to be honest. Luckily, he was still responsive enough to open the door. Our conversation though was quite unfulfilling, to say the least…
Log Date: 7/06/1985
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorI found him dead, hanging by the ceiling. I shouldn't have expected any less. Those kids, they need to be controlled. I don't know how and I don't care, boot up one of the Foundations memetic brainwashing machines and blast it through this town or something, I don't give a damn. As long as we can keep the civilian body count as close to zero as possible. Not a lot of people deserve this kind of fate.
I'll be sending another request to the higher-ups soon. They better get their shit together.
Log Date: 6/29/1993
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorSend a notice to the townsfolk, isolate the skips, give said skips to a d-class, wait for the room to form, kill the shadow and start the cover-up. That's what usually happens every year anyway, I almost got bored of it. My prayers sure were answered. This room formed in the local sewer system. I'd wager that some homeless guy called this place home, sure was lucky for him to have this entire place to himself huh? Not for us. I had to call in a few buddies just because this place was so large. It was kinda funny how the room followed the winding shape of the sewers. It is still technically one room, I guess? I noticed the furniture to loop after around 10 meters or so, same paintings, same couch orientation, even the same trash/bottle placement. I thought I ended up in one of those endless corridors for a moment! That wasn't the weirdest thing though. The skip at the end of the room wasn't like the others. It was still shadowy and all, but it looked more… feminine? It wasn't aggressive. It kinda just stood there, crying. I was about radio the others about it, but they beat me to it. They just killed the skip, which, in turn, caused the other shadow to disappear(?). This could either mean three things: This skip and the skip I just saw are 2 different entities, the skip can produce illusions or clones, or the skip can fucking multiply.
None of us reported seeing the kid, though I wouldn't blame em considering the place was so huge.
Log Date: 6/27/1997
Medium: Diary
Agent Aisa BlynEver since that one sewer incident, there's always been more than one humanoid now, and it's just been getting a lot worse… Just this morning the room had twenty of them. TWENTY. Nineteen of them were the average shadow SCPs trying to kill me, but one of them was just in the corner crying. Where'd the kid go? Usually, they're the ones crying in the corner while we beat the bastards up, not these… new instances? Do we file this as a new instance or what? You don't even need to kill them to make the room disappear. Ugh, why the hell do these SCPs have to be so damn confusing…
There's also something wrong that's been happening to these notes. I've noticed they're a lot more… messy. "Messy" being an understatement. They've now been written in what seems to be blood? I don't know what we did wrong to invoke the anger of whoever's orchestrating this, but it's quite inconvenient to say the least.
Log Date: 7/01/1999
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe Netor
We may have a bit of a problem… The room just so happened to form in a nearby abandoned power plant. And no, it wasn't just one room in the power plant, it was the entire fucking establishment. Oh, and that's not all. The place was just teeming with the skips, each one holding something they can bash my brains in with. How and why? I don't care anymore, I'm not heading in there. I've called in the nearest MTF available, they should be here soon to light that place up.Newfound respect for the team planning to cover this one up. If anything, they'll probably have it removed from the map.
Log Date: 7/01/1999 21:13
Medium: Radio Log
Mu-9 "Binney's Boys", Squad C[START LOG]
Lima: Jesus, that was rough… Is everyone okay back there?
November: All good.
Oscar: No problem here.
Papa: Mike was hit over the head with a bottle, but all things considered, we're all as set as you are boss.
Mike: Damn skips would have to tear my limbs off before they'd take me down. C'mon, I've been waiting to use my P90 all day.
Lima: Alright then, spread out. The other squads should still be outside, let's give these skips a good first impression till they come.
Oscar: On it, just don't forget our little bet, eh?
Lima: Yeah yeah… Just shut up and do your work.
[10 minutes ahead]
Mike: Guys, I got something. A kid.
Lima: It's the one from the briefing. Remember, hands off no matter what.
Mike: There's someone else too, who is tha-… Oh fuck.
[Gunshots can be heard in the background]
Lima: Mike, what's going on over there?
Mike: FUCK! The skips are swarming me!
Lima: The nearest squad's halfway across the plant. Well, don't just stand there lazy bastards, go help Mike out!
Oscar: Can't right now, we've got our own problems here too!
[Multiple footsteps can be heard followed by more gunshots]
Papa: Our hands are tied! November!
November: Roger, hold out! I'm a building away.
Mike: Yeah no shit, let's see how many more clips I can empty into these freaks.
Lima: Just ho-… Crap, here too!
Papa: Where the hell are they coming from!?
Lima: Who cares? They aren't gonna let up anytime soon. We just gotta hold until Squad D gets here.
[Helicopter whirring is heard in the background]
Lima: Oscar, looks like it's time I got ahead on that bet of ou-… [Audio cuts off here]
[23 minutes ahead]
Papa: H-…lo?-…An..Yone there? Hello?
November: Loud and clear.
Papa: Phew… good. For a second, I thought you were down too.
November: Hah, as if… Wait what do you mean by "too"?
Papa: Oscar got a solid hammer to the leg, he was airlifted a few minutes ago.
November: Damn. What about the others?
Papa: Lima is off with Squad D for now, they got pushed back a lot. Luckily for us, they're distracting the rest of those shadow bastards. Mike is… Well, I don't know where he is.
November: He dropped his radio halfway through the onslaught, he could be anywhere…
[In the background of November's Radio]: I'm right here.
November: JESUS… Oh, thank God it's just you. Here, you dropped this.
Mike: Thanks. Where is everyone?
November: Oscar's out and Lima is three buildings away. It's only us and Papa left.
Mike: That's enough people. Papa, you see that four-story building with a radio tower near one of the cooling towers?
Papa: I would if it weren't so damn dark. But I know what building you're talking about.
Mike: Rendezvous at that point. Now.
Papa: Mike, what the fuck are you talking about. We should get back to Squad B.
November: I agree, they sound like they need our help.
Mike: Just shut up for now? There's a room on top of that building with a woman inside. That should be where the source of all madness is.
November: And how do you know for certain?
Mike: Because Jackie told me. Now come on.
Papa: Jackie? Who's Jackie?
November: Oh God, don't tell me…
[In the background of Mike's radio]: Umm… Hi there.
November: Papa, we've got a problem…
Papa: I can take a hint, the fucker got converted. Shit… What do we do now?
Mike: Look, if you don't want to go with me then have fun emptying your clips on those skips.
Papa: Ugh… November?
November: I don't think we have much of a choice…
Papa: Damn it… Fine.
Mike: ETA five minutes, don't be late.
[END LOG]
Log Date: 12/04/2005
Medium: Diary
Agent Orbe NetorIt's been 5 years since the last room formed. Maybe now they can deem this thing "Neutralized"? But hey, can't blame them for making sure, though it looks like I'll be staying here for quite a bit longer…
On the 24th of June, 1989, an SCP-WWWW-1 instance managed to successfully convert Zach Person, a doctor in a nearby hospital. As per request of Dr. Euric Vidad, Dr. Person's termination has been withheld, alongside the termination of the current SCP-WWWW-3, in place of an interview. Because of the nature of SCP-WWWW-2 instances, an interview involving both SCP-WWWW-1 and Dr. Person has been accepted.
Interview log: WWWW 1
Interviewer: Dr. Euric Vidad
Interviewee: SCP-WWWW-1 and SCP-WWWW-2 (Zach Person)[START LOG]
SCP-WWWW-2: …Then you fold the tip of the paper over and voila! A paper crane, now you try.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Dr. Person, the interview's up.
SCP-WWWW-2: Oh right, my bad. Shall we begin?
SCP-WWWW-1: Dad, this is boring! Why can't we just play inside your house? You promised!
SCP-WWWW-2: Don't worry Carol, we'll play all you want after we have a chat with the nice man, okay?
SCP-WWWW-1: Okay!
Dr. Euric Vidad: Carol? Do you mean Caroline?
SCP-WWWW-2: Yeah, you don't remember? I showed you a picture of my kids when you came to pick me up, didn't I?2
Dr. Euric Vidad: So this child… Is Caroline?
SCP-WWWW-2: Yes sir, I don't get why you guys think that's so hard to believe.
Dr. Euric Vidad: If I recall, our files said that your daughter Caroline is a 29-year-old woman currently living in Canada.
SCP-WWWW-2: Well she's here now.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Does… it not seem weird that your daughter suddenly returns and reverts back into a 10-year-old child?
SCP-WWWW-2: Look over there and tell me that ain't real. I mean she's right there! Hopping and playing around as if she never left. [SCP-WWWW-2 waves to SCP-WWWW-1]
SCP-WWWW-1: What is it, daddy?
SCP-WWWW-2: Mr. Euric over here says that he can't see you, can you help me with that?
Dr. Euric Vidad: Doctor, you don't need to-…
SCP-WWWW-1: [runs over to Dr. Euric] Hey mister! I'm over here see?
Dr. Euric Vidad: [sigh] Yes yes… I can see you kid.
SCP-WWWW-1: Hey! I have a name you know?
Dr. Euric Vidad: And what would that be?
SCP-WWWW-1: Daddy calls me "Carol", but you can too mister, now that we're friends!
Dr. Euric Vidad: And your dad, what's his name?
SCP-WWWW-1: …Aren't you friends? Friends are supposed to know other people's names.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Yes but I'm quite old, and I get a bit forgetful at times. Do you mind helping me?
SCP-WWWW-1: Hmmm, nope!
Dr. Euric Vidad: Well that seems qui-…
SCP-WWWW-1: [Interrupts] Hey dad, can I go to the bathroom? I need to pee.
SCP-WWWW-2: Ahh, Euric do you mind?
Dr. Euric Vidad: I do, actually.
SCP-WWWW-2: Are you serious?… Sorry sweetheart, you're gonna have to hold it for a few more minutes.
SCP-WWWW-1: But… But I-… [SCP-WWWW-1 starts sobbing]
SCP-WWWW-2: Now now, it will all be over soon.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Now "Caroline", can you tell us why you only come here at specific times?
SCP-WWWW-1: I don't… I don't know.
Dr. Euric Vidad: …Very well, can you at least tell me how you got here in the first place?
SCP-WWWW-1: …
Dr. Euric Vidad: Hmmm… Can you tell me what your name is?
SCP-WWWW-1: I already t-told you… It's "Carol".
Dr. Euric Vidad: I noticed you say that that name is what your dad calls you. What was your name before that?
SCP-WWWW-1: I… I don't… Want to! [SCP-WWWW-1 cries louder before hopping on to SCP-WWWW-2's lap] Daddy, I'm scared… Why are you letting him hurt me?
SCP-WWWW-2: Shhhh don't cry, dear Carol… Daddy's here.
SCP-WWWW-1: H-he keeps asking me weird questions… It's scaring me…
SCP-WWWW-2: Euric, can we continue this tomorrow?
Dr. Euric Vidad: There won't be a "tomorrow". Don't forget, we had an agreement.
SCP-WWWW-1: You're mean! I hate you! My dad said you were nice, but you aren't like him at all! My dad never hurts me!
Dr. Euric Vidad: I see… Ok fine, I'll ask you one last question.
SCP-WWWW-1: No! I'm only nice to my friends. Go away!
SCP-WWWW-2: Come on sweetie, the sooner we answer, the sooner we can leave.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Now then… Carol, what is the purpose of creating these rooms of yours?
SCP-WWWW-1: W-what do you mean?
Dr. Euric Vidad: Feigning ignorance will get us nowhere. You know what I meant.
SCP-WWWW-1: Please mister, I don't know. All I want is a home I can stay in. But every time I find a home, nice people who love me, he shows up. He takes them away just like he took mommy. Then he hurts me again…
Dr. Euric Vidad: He? Who's "He"?
SCP-WWWW-1: But mommy, I know she's still in there. He just keeps taking her away. That's why I have daddy with me.
[SCP-WWWW-1 gestures toward SCP-WWWW-2]
SCP-WWWW-1: Daddy, you're gonna help me this time right?
SCP-WWWW-2: How could I never.
[END LOG]
The following is an interview between Dr. Euric Vidad and an SCP-WWWW-1 instance obtained after Incident WWWW-R-17 on the 1st of July, 1999. Contrary to previous knowledge on SCP-WWWW, this instance did not disappear following the cessation of SCP-WWWW-R.
Interview Log: WWWW 2
Interviewer: Dr. Euric Vidad
Interviewee: SCP-WWWW-1[START LOG]
Dr. Euric Vidad: Good morning WWWW-1
SCP-WWWW-1: Good morning doctor!
Dr. Euric Vidad: You seem awfully gleeful considering your "daddy" isn't around.
SCP-WWWW-1: Which one?
Dr. Euric Vidad: I… Interesting. Anyway, are you ready?
SCP-WWWW-1: Why wouldn't I be?
Dr. Euric Vidad: Right. Can you tell us who you are?
SCP-WWWW-1: I'd love too! I, umm… just don't know how to, sorry.
Dr. Euric Vidad: I thought so. I assume you can't tell us where you're from or how you get here either?
[SCP-WWWW-1 shakes his head]
Dr. Euric Vidad: Hmm… Do you know how you are able to bend these townsfolk to your will?
SCP-WWWW-1: I always thought they just wanted to help me…
Dr. Euric Vidad: Help you?
SCP-WWWW-1: They keep me safe. When they're with me, I don't get hurt anymore.
Dr. Euric Vidad: You get hurt by? By any chance were you referring to the scary men in the dark room?
SCP-WWWW-1: H-how do you know that…
Dr. Euric Vidad: Ah, so you do know something.
SCP-WWWW-1: I think I did… But not anymore.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Elaborate, if you can.
SCP-WWWW-1: He… wasn't always scary. He used to be nice, just like daddy. But then something happened… He wasn't anything like daddy anymore.
Dr. Euric Vidad: How was "daddy" like before?
SCP-WWWW-1: Daddy loves me and mommy so much. He always makes sure we're safe. He was the best dad in the world! Which is why I was scared when he disappeared… He came home, shouting at mommy, and mommy was shouting back. He still looked like daddy, he still talked like daddy. But I knew this scary man wasn't daddy… because daddy would never hurt mommy! The scary man did though… He did it a lot. He kept mommy in a room. I didn't see her come out, not even for dinner. I wanted to ask, but I was afraid because… Whenever he was done with mommy… He'd… [SCP-WWWW-1 starts to sob]
Dr. Euric Vidad: Please, take your time.
SCP-WWWW-1: He'd… come after me next. He'd hit me again and again. It hurt a lot. Eventually… I stopped looking. I could never imagine daddy hurting me… So whenever he comes in, I just close my eyes. Whenever I hear him, I just close my eyes. I stopped remembering his face, I didn't want to, but I couldn't anymore… It was really scary to imagine daddy hurting me…
Dr. Euric Vidad: I see… We retrieved the radio logs from the missing 3 members of Squad B and we believe you were the one referred to as "Jackie". You know what event I'm talking about right? It was where and when we found you, can you please tell me what happened during then.
SCP-WWWW-1: I knew mommy was in there, I wanted to get inside but the scary man kept keeping me from getting in. I thought for sure that I wouldn't have any hope, but then you guys came! Daddy was nice enough to bring his friends along, it was because of them I was able to see mommy again.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Do you know where daddy and "his friends" are now?
SCP-WWWW-1: I told you already… daddy left.3
Dr. Euric Vidad: I don't suppose we have any other word to take but yours… One last question, were you the one leaving these notes by the doorstep? [Dr. Vidad slides notes from SCP-WWWW-Doc to SCP-WWWW-1]
SCP-WWWW-1: Umm, I don't know… Whenever daddy wasn't around, I would slip notes to mommy under the door and she'd write back. I don't know how she wrote back, there weren't any pens inside. Maybe she found one? I think it was broken though, the writing was big and messy and the ink was always red. These look like the ones we would write, but I don't remember writing them at all… I'm really sorry.
Dr. Euric Vidad: I never expected you to know everything, but I'm glad you told me what you did.
SCP-WWWW-1: Right… So umm, can I go now? Daddy usually goes home at this time.
Dr. Euric Vidad: Which one?
SCP-WWWW-1: The one I had and always wanted!
[End log]
The following is a compilation of notes collected from SCP-WWWW-R arranged by year of retrieval, 1982-1999. (Notes that were written in red shall also be colored accordingly in the document.)
"Now"
"I can no longer remember the man who hurt me"
"I can no longer remember the parents who loved me"
"But I know they're still there"
"Whenever he's outside my room"
"Whenever she's by the wall"
"I could still see"
"I could only see"
"I could only remember"
"Their shadows by the door."
"A new shadow always hurts me."
"And a new shadow always comes by mine."
"Why did he come here"
"We used to be happy"
"Not anymore"
"It was all because of him"
"I wish he was gone."
"And now he is"
Photograph of SCP-4842 taken 1km away from its area of effect.4
Item #: SCP-4842
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-4842 is currently contained within the newly built site-███, and the forest surrounding SCP-4842 is to be surrounded by an adequate chain-link fence and monitored daily, under the guise of a strict natural reserve. Unauthorized individuals attempting to enter the area are to be deterred immediately. Access to the containment area is restricted to personnel with Level 4 clearance or higher. Individuals affected by SCP-4842 are to be relocated and evaluated in site-17.
Under no circumstances are SCP-4842-1 instances allowed access to any anomalous objects or SCPs (See document 4842-UAO for a full list) that may directly or indirectly assist them in going to space.
Description:
SCP-4842 is a patch of the night sky located near the constellation Sagittarius. When viewed anywhere else in the world, SCP-4842 possess no unusual qualities. However, from the coordinates [REDACTED], stargazers will undergo numerous physical, mental, and emotional changes (from here on reffered to as an SCP-4842-1 instance).
These changes include but are not limited to:
- Improved stamina and visual/auditory perception, however still within the realm of human capability.
- Vast amounts of knowledge concerning the fields of chemistry and astronomy, with emphasis on stellar astronomy and materials science.
- Noticeably higher levels of curiosity towards the cosmos and anything related to it.
- Subject adopts an optimistic attitude towards life, regardless of their previous outlook.
In addition to the changes stated above, all recorded instances were tested and shown to be immune to any form of amnestic, only proving effective for a short period of time (2 hours at most) before the effects of SCP-4842 and memory begin to return. How or why the instances or (presumably) SCP-4842 achieve this is currently unknown.
As of the moment, the Foundation has acquired 6 SCP-4842-1 instances, labelled A to F. Although these instances seem to display no displeasure concerning their containment, they still show great interest in leaving and "searching the cosmos" for the origin of SCP-4842.
The following is a log of all SCP-4842-1 instances acquired by the Foundation, arranged by date of initial capture:
# SCP-4842-1-A
- Description: 1-A is the first known human to discover SCP-4842 back in 19██. Subject goes by the name of Wil Dion, and claims to have found SCP-4842 while on a solo exploration trip. After which, immediately put his newfound abilities to use, and has contributed to many starcharts that has baffled modern astronomers to this day (which got him into Foundation attention).
- Status: In containment Released Unknown (See Incident log 4842)
# SCP-4842-1-B
- Description: 1-B (Dr. Barry Porter) is one of the researchers sent to investigate SCP-4842. Immediately betrayed the Foundation as soon as he was recovered and attempted to steal SCP-████. Subject was swiftly neutralized and SCP-████ was safely returned to its containment unit.
- Status: Neutralized.
# SCP-4842-1-C
- Description: 1-C (Casey Pierce) is one of the agents sent to accompany the investigation on SCP-4842. Subject displayed what is to be expected of SCP-4842-1 instances. Posed no threat of betrayal (further solidified by follow-up evaluations), and spent most of her time in containment; writing up what seems to be diagrams and schematics for rather advanced means of travel (The latest being a seemingly transversable Einstein-Rosen bridge).
- Status: Currently in duty.
# SCP-4842-1-D
- Description: 1-D (Dr. David Hamlin) is one of the researchers sent to investigate SCP-4842. Displayed great interest in being reassigned to many of the space-related SCPs, fidelity is under question as a result. Subject seems to process and relay information faster than other instances, performing noticeably better in written tests, though severely lacking just as much in the physical exam as a trade-off.
- Status: Currently in duty.
# SCP-4842-1-E
- Description: 1-E (Agent Scott Tristan) is one of the agents assigned to site-███. During the recent site breach by members of the ██████ organization, Subject was able to apprehend 2 of the members who happened to slip through, at the cost of falling under the effects of SCP-4842. Subject displayed effects expected from SCP-4842-1 instances, in addition to showing a more "noticeable" change in emotion compared to other instances (see Interview log SCP-4842-E-1).
- Status: Currently in duty, returned to post at site-███.
# SCP-4842-1-F
- Description: 1-F (Ben) is one of the members of the ██████ organization who found their way into the containment area during the recent site breach. Subject asks to go by the name "Ben", and claims to be a member of an organisation comprised of other SCP-4842-1 instances dedicated specifically towards SCP-4842. As such, the subject appears to know much about SCP-4842 and its apparent effects (See Interview log SCP-4842-1-F).
- Status: In containment, under interview.
The following is an interview between Dr. Patrick Wodroe and Wil Dion (SCP-4842-1-A), who was brought into Foundation attention after he alone published a series of starcharts and maps with impossibly precise calculations considering 1950's equipment.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-A 1
Interviewer: Dr. Patrick Wodroe
Interviewee: Wil Dion (SCP-4842-1-A)[START LOG]
Dr. Wodroe: Good afternoon SCP-4842-1-A, ready for your interview?
SCP-4842-1-A: Yeah, the last person who said that to me was a complete ass when you get to know him. [laughs] That guy could give out less raises than this place has class!
Dr. Wodroe: Right… So Mr. Dion, can you please explain these star maps and charts of yours?
SCP-4842-1-A: My charts? Is that what this is about? Well the ones everyone else was using were a pain to look at… So I just decided to make my own!
Dr. Wodroe: Yes but these ones in particular are accurate to the point of improbability. Even the most advanced of technology today can only confirm the authenticity of your results. And you've done so with a 200$ telesc-…
SCP-4842-1-A: [interrupts] Calm down, give me a break already. Many minds today are already thinking centuries past their time! I just decided to put mine into good use!
Dr. Wodroe: Mr. Dion, we are a global organisation whose task is to track down and contain any anomalous entities/objects that may or may not pose a threat to humanity, and you, good sir, are an anomalous entity as far as we know. No normal human being can just wake up one day and decide to create something far beyond the potential of everything in our year combined, let alone someone with a track record like yours…
SCP-4842-1-A: Well that's quite rude, don't you think?
Dr. Wodroe: Mr. Dion.
SCP-4842-1-A: Look, not even I know what happened, okay? The memories of the day I received these gifts we're hazy at best, and it doesn't help that you tried to mind-wipe me earlier too. All I can say for certain is that I was hiking near uncharted locations in [DATA EXPUNGED], then the next thing I know I'm a world-renowned celestial cartographer who will, in a few weeks, be abducted by strange men in lab coats and sent to a science prison in the middle of nowhere. Sorry If I don't have the answers you're looking for, I know just as much as you do.
SCP-4842-1-A: [In a mocking tone] Will that be sufficient for your "documents" doctor?
Dr. Wodroe: I suppose for the time being.
SCP-4842-1-A: Good…
SCP-4842-1-A: So uhh… Can I go home now?
Dr. Wodroe: I'm afraid not.
SCP-4842-1-A: Damn.
[END LOG]
The following is an interview between Dr. Isabella Flower and Dr. Barry Porter (SCP-4842-1-B), a foundation researcher sent to investigate SCP-4842. He has since fallen under its effects alongside Dr. David Hamlin and Agent Casey Pierce.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-B 1
Interviewer: Dr. Isabella Flower
Interviewee: Dr. Barry Porter (SCP-4842-1-B)Dr. Isabella: Good Morning Barry.
SCP-4842-1-B: [mumbling incoherently]
Dr. Isabella: Barry? Is everything alright?
SCP-4842-1-B: Yes I…
Dr. Isabella: You've been murmuring to yourself lately.
SCP-4842-1-B: …Oh, Sorry! Good Morning, so how's your day been?
Dr. Isabella: Not bad, yours?
SCP-4842-1-B: Same here.
Dr. Isabella: Can you tell us what happened?
SCP-4842-1-B: [mumbling ensues]
Dr. Isabella: Hey, Barry. Focus.
SCP-4842-1-B: Right, what I saw… I saw… A way out.
Dr. Isabella: Explain?
SCP-4842-1-B: The sky showed me a way out of this earth! It gave me knowledge and showed me the way! I can understand things now! It's not like I couldn't understand stuff before, but you know what I mean right doc? Infact I… [rants on incoherently]
Dr. Isabella: You don't seem well, we'll just have to continue this tommorow.
SCP-4842-1-B: Don't seem well? I've never been more well in my entire life! I no longer feel trapped, I no longer feel helpless! I feel that I can get to the moon with only the stuff found in this room. Actually, scratch that, I KNOW I can! It showed us an endless world out there, an endless world I can explore and the countless ways I can do it in this one facility… you're all missing out! Doctor, come with me, let me show you what I mean!
[Some shuffling is heard and audible struggling, presumably SCP-4842-1-B forcing Dr. Isabella to the door, before being apprehended by nearby guards.]
Dr. Isabella: Jesus… Let's just try interviewing him tommorow.
[In the background] Hey, has someone seen my Level 4 clea-…
[END LOG]
Note: A few minutes after the interview, surveilance footage shows SCP-4842-1-B accessing SCP-████ containment chamber, with the guards accompanying him no where in sight. A breach was soon alarmed and nearby guards were alerted to his position, killing SCP-4842-1-B on sight. SCP-████ wasn't damaged to a serious degree and was safely returned to its containment chamber.
WIPThe following is an interview between Dr. Isabella Flower and Agent Casey Pierce (SCP-4842-1-C), one of the agents sent to escort Foundation researchers to the site of SCP-4842. She has since fallen under its effects alongside Dr. Barry Porter and Dr. David Hamlin.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-C 1
Interviewer: Dr. Isabella Flower
Interviewee: Agent Casey Pierce (SCP-4842-1-B)[START LOG]
SCP-4842-1-C: [Scribbling down on her notepad]
Dr. Isabella: Agent Pierce.
SCP-4842-1-C: That's me, watcha need?
Dr. Isabella: The interview. It just started.
SCP-4842-1-C: Oh shit, sorry about that. So, My full name is Casey M. Pierce, I was born in-…
Dr. Isabella: We already know that. What I want to know is what you've been writing down on your sketchbook.
SCP-4842-1-C: Interested? Here take a look. You guys like this stuff don't you?
Dr. Isabella: These are schematics for… a "Casey Drive"? This just looks like an Alcubierre drive to me but…
SCP-4842-1-C: But better! Well not really… nothing's changed, but this IS better than just a concept.
Dr. Isabella: And this works?
SCP-4842-1-C: Eh, probably… There are more schematics if you turn the pages.
Dr. Isabella: This is quite impressive, especially considering your unremarkable background.
SCP-4842-1-C: I'll take that as a compliment.
Dr. Isabella: More on that, actually… How do you feel with all this newfound knowledge?
SCP-4842-1-C: To be honest, it was pretty weird at first, getting used to all this stuff. All these ideas flowing in and out my head, so instinctively I grabbed my note book and started chipping away at all this 'workload'. It actually worked!… A little too well though if ya ask me. Infact, mind if I have that back? I just thought of the perfect wormhole idea.
Dr. Isabella: Calm down, you'll have all the time you want after evaluation. Now, can you tell us what happened to Dr. Barry and Dr. David? If I recall, you were sent to retrieve them, did yo-…
SCP-4842-1-C: [More rough scribbling can be heard, presumably SCP-4842-1-C sketching on the table]
Dr. Isabella: …Agent Pierce.
SCP-4842-1-C: Yeah yeah don't worry I'm listening.
Dr. Isabella: Can you tell us what happened on the night you were affected by SCP-4842.
SCP-4842-1-C: Oh yeah uhh… Hmm hold on… Oh yeah, I remember being sent up there 'cause the docs were taking too long. Managed to grab them away to be sent back to the Foundation.
Dr. Isabella …And what about you?
SCP-4842-1-C: Me? Oh, I probably looked at the sky before heading out, I don't know…
Dr. Isabella: Jesus, I hope David can give me a better answer… Okay, you can go now, the guards can escort you to your cell. Just please don't try to kill these ones?
SCP-4842-1-C: Wait, can I take a quick pic of the work I've done first? It's looking pre-…
[END LOG]
The following is an interview between Dr. Isabella Flower and Dr. David Hamlin (SCP-4842-1-D), a foundation researcher sent to investigate SCP-4842. He has since fallen under its effects alongside Dr. Barry Porter and Agent Casey Pierce.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-B 1
Interviewer: Dr. Isabella Flower
Interviewee: Dr. David Hamlin (SCP-4842-1-D)[START LOG]
Dr. Isabella: David, good evening.
SCP-4842-1-D: Good evening as well Isa. So, I heard what happened to Barry, literally…
Dr. Isabella: Yes, it was quite disappointing… I was hoping you could shed some light on what happened?
SCP-4842-1-D: I know just as much as you do… Though he wasn't really 'sane' to begin with anyway.
Dr. Isabella: Well if I recall, you and SCP-4842-1-C were exposed to the same situation as Barry, correct? Yet you guys seem relatively lucid to me.
SCP-4842-1-D: I wondered that as well, so I tried asking Barry questions on both of our mental states. I even sneaked in a few questions to the agent after we got off the van. Turns out, instances of this SCP don't all know the same things. Some of us know more in one region while others know more in another. Barry just so happened to gain increased knowledge in a subject he couldn't handle…
Dr. Isabella: And somehow you didn't? Explain.
SCP-4842-1-D: This is all just an assumption, perhaps… Well I cant really explain it properly since you don't know how it feels, but perhaps his brain couldn't filter the knowledge he's been given? No… It can definitely do more than just filter it now, I can atleast. It's somewhat more of culture shock, all this new stuff that he knows, all this new stuff he can do. It felt a bit overwhelming to me too at first. Or maybe he realized that staying on this pitiful planet is torture, and wanted to get out immediately, who knows?
Dr. Isabella: I see, we'll have to talk to you more about that next time. For now, can you please tell me what happened, if you can?
SCP-4842-1-B: Hmm… I remember setting up the equipment on the base of the mountain. Then… David asked me to accompany him to the anomaly's AoE. I remember saying no but… Maybe I got curious and went over to check it out anyway?
Dr. Isabella: "Maybe"? Are you having problems remembering?
SCP-4842-1-B: I'm trying here, alright? Anyway, so we were heading up the mountain when we reached this huuuge open area. Everywhere we looked from the top was surrounded by a beautiful night sky, "beautiful" being quite the understatement. Then I felt the sudden urge to look up. Now, I've been in this job for too long to know that whatever I was feeling was definitely due to the anomaly, and that my brains will probably explode or something if I look up. Then I turned to David and guess what…
Dr. Isabella: He… was looking up?
SCP-4842-1-B: He was looking up! He just stood there and stared at the sky! I was trying to shake him out of it, but then all I remember after that was him uttering a quiet "look…" before I felt the same urge once again, but this time I couldn't resist it. I'm sure you already know what happened after that.
Dr. Isabella: I see. That will be all for today, thank you David.
SCP-4842-1-D: Not a problem at all.
[END LOG]
The following is an interview between Dr. Isabella Flower and Agent Scott Tristan (SCP-4842-1-E), who was affected by SCP-4842 during the site breach on 02/06/15.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-E1
Interviewer: Dr. Isabella Flower
Interviewee: Agent Scott Tristan (SCP-4842-1-E)[START LOG]
Dr. Isabella: Good Morning Scott, how are you feeling?
SCP-4842-1-E: [laughs] Is that even a question? Apart from a few gunshots, I'm great! How 'bout you doc?
Dr. Isabella: Not bad… Anyway, can you describe what just happened to you a few days ago?
SCP-4842-1-E: Ah, well Euri and I were just standing at our post that night. Slow day, as usual… Then the alarm rang! We checked the cameras, some armed hooligans snuck into the area! It was pretty clear what they wanted, so I told Euri to lock em' down while I go apprehend them and such. But one "unauthorized individual" was too damn quick, I tell ya! They got into the SCP area and I chased him down. After a few gunshots and a lot of running, I finally got to 'em! Then the next thing I know, both of us are staring at the damn SCP itself.
Dr. Isabella: I see, and regarding your overall well-being after that event?
SCP-4842-1-E: The tests say it all doc, I feel like I can run a marathon and back and still have the energy to do my daily routine! Now, I ain't saying that I was out of shape, but this definitely improved my figure in more ways than one, know what I mean?
Dr. Isabella: And your emotional well-being? Your acquaintances describe you as "cold" and "statue-like". But talking to you here now, I can hardly believe that.
SCP-4842-1-E: [scoffs] Heh, well I must admit, I was the kinda "lifeless" type even before I got to the foundation. Life had no meaning back then. But now? I wanna travel the world! No, I wanna travel the cosmos! So many possibilites, and so many ways to it! Heck, I could build a rocket ship out the stuff in this room! Such a b-… Doc? You seem a bit "spaced out" [laughs], Man I'm good at this… Anyway when will I be getting back to work? Euri must be missing me by now.
Dr. Isabella: Right, you will be resuming your duty as soon as we finish your evaluation. This concludes our interview. Thank you.
SCP-4842-1-E: Oh, and one more thing! You don't happen to be assigned to SCP number uhh… What's it called, uhh… The cardboard spaceship thing? Yeah that, mind if ya let me take a peek once all of this is over?
SCP-4842-1-E: Doc? Oh well…
[END LOG]
The following is a log of the incident that took place in site-17 on 7/12/19:
6:45 AM
Dr. David Hamlin is seen moving back and forth between his office and SCP-████ containment chamber.
At the same time, Agent Casey Pierce and a few of her collegues are seen sitting and eating lunch together in the breakroom on sub-level 11. However she is seen to stand up and wander off every 5-10 minutes, with surveillance footage showing the shadow of a figure just off camera seemingly "observing" SCP-4842-1-A containment cell, presumed to be Agent Pierce.
7:08 AM
Dr. David once again walks into view of the surveillance camera infront of SCP-████-R containment chamber before the footage abruptly cuts to static, among a handful of other cameras in the facility.5
7:15 AM
Agent Casey and her collegues stand up and leave the breakroom together. SCP-4842-1-A containment cell surveillance camera cuts to static moments after this.
7:34 AM
Alarms were manually triggered signalling that SCP-████ has breached containment. The nearest guards and MTF were sent to the containment cell immediately. John Wellington, a janitor present near SCP-████ containment cell before the alarms were breached, reported seeing Dr. David before finishing.
Approx. 7:50 AM
Eyewitnesses during the supposed "containment breach" mention seeing Agent Pierce enter SCP-4842-1-A containment cell around 15 minutes after the alarm.
At the same time, Dr. David Hamlin is seen conversing with Senior researcher Dr. William Percy, ending in Dr. William handing over the key card to SCP-████-R containment chamber.
8:03 AM
Maintenance staff and agents were sent to the main surveillance rooms to review the false alarm. A lockdown was initiated immediately after reporting a lack of footage on a total of 15 cameras site-wide.
Guards near sector 24 report having been requested by Senior researcher Isabella Flower to escort her to SCP-████-R containment chamber, claiming that she saw its chamber door be the only door unaffected by the lockdown.
Approx. 8:15 AM
The following is a report from Kyle Hayreless, one of the guards escorting Dr. Isabella.
Okay so, we head over to the car… Rocket? Vehicle? Eh whatever it is, we head over to its containment chamber after that crazy breach alarm. The doctor opens the door and we see a bunch of open wires, tools and keycards everywhere. I'd say that place is messier than our sleeping quarters. Anyway, my friend Drake then hears some faint noises coming from the huge room that the rocket or whatever is kept in. We open the door and immediately spot two dudes and Casey boarding it! The doctor told us to open fire before they get in, and this huge shoot out started. 10 minutes in and 5 of us were already down, including the doctor. Casey was scary on the AR, I tell you. At this point, we knew that we wouldn't last for much longer, so Drake, being the absolute maniac that he is, goes in and lands a flashbang on 'em but gets shot for it. We gun Casey down after that and immediately head over to the two other guys trying to escape, turns out one of them was a researcher too! We managed to land shots on the researcher, but the other guy got to the 'rocket' before we could get him too. Y'know, whatever that thing did, it sure wasn't nice to whatever was outside it. I started getting dizzy, the space around me started getting distorted and the 'rocket' started glowing. Then all I could remeber before passing out was seeing this bright flash of light… then the floor too a few moments after. Then of course you found us in the infirmary, and here we are now.
7 casualties were recorded, including the deaths of Senior researchers Dr. David and Dr. Isabella. SCP-████-R and SCP-4842-A-1 were never seen as of yet since the incident.
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Welcome Back Dr. ██████
The following is an interview between Dr. Karlo Sotnas and SCP-4842-1-F, one of the unauthorized individuals caught during the site breach on 02/06/15.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-F-2
Interviewer: Dr. Karlo Sotnas
Interviewee: SCP-4842-1-F[START LOG]
Dr. Karlo: Welcome back SCP-4842-1-F, and thank you again for agreeing to another interview.
SCP-4842-1-F: Well, as long as you stick to our little promise, yes?
Dr. Karlo: We didn't rea-… Whatever. So how did you get to know all about SCP-4842?
SCP-4842-1-F: Me and my people have known about the gifts of the night sky for centuries. Ever since the beginning of man, we have been writing transcripts more detailed than your… Rather lacking articles on the subject.
Dr. Karlo: Please elaborate on "your people".
SCP-4842-1-F: "We", the children of stars. "We", the explorers and astronomers far beyond your time. "We", the blessed ones. There are many of us across this world, some banded together, others off educating the unenlightened masses. You wrote much about them, no? Galileo, Kepler, Copernicus, Aryabhata… Oh how I envy their passion! To go against the common knowledge of most and extend mankind's understanding of the cosmos to a higher plane! And even 'till today, I see young and old minds alike sharing their gifts in a collective attempt to free humanity from this cage we call "Earth" [laughter]. Ahem, oh my. Sorry, I get a bit carried away at times.
Dr. Karlo: Just how many are you, exactly?
SCP-4842-1-F: I cannot give you an accurate number, but believe me when I say that we are growing, and we're growing fast. Not to mention the increasing number of "skies" compared to the last decade. Turns out Mother Nature wasn't too keen on keeping us here after all…
Dr. Karlo: "Skies"? You don't mean SCP-4842? There are mo-…
SCP-4842-1-F: [interrupts] …But I'm afraid that's all I can share. Unless, of course, you follow up on that deal of ours…
Dr. Karlo: Wait there's sti-… I mean we… [clears throat] We'll see what we can do…
SCP-4842-1-F: Excellent…
[END LOG]
Note: The request of SCP-4842-1-F (that being to be allowed in the containment area of SCP-4842 for no longer than 5 minutes) is, as of this moment, under dispute has been approved. Please see Interview Log SCP-4842-1-F-3 for the follow-up interview.
-Dr. Karlo Sotnas
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-F-3
Interviewer: Dr. Karlo Sotnas
Interviewee: SCP-4842-1-F[START LOG]
Dr. Karlo: Welcome back SCP-4842-1-F, I suppose you're happy now that your little request was accepted. Now then, can you tell us exactly what you did and why you did it?
SCP-4842-1-F: I just wanted to take one more look at it, so that I may once again marvel at its beauty.
Dr. Karlo: If I recall in our previous meeting, you said there were more of these out there? If so, then why were you drawn to this one in particular?
SCP-4842-1-F: If you are talking about other areas of influence in the sky, then yes, there are more. But they are merely "clones", if you will, whose goal is to spread the gifts to more and more people out there. However, that is all they can offer. None of them can give the alluring sight that this one, the first, can offer. It's quite a shame though, no one else can behold at such a sight with all these walls you've put around here…
Dr. Karlo: I see… We saw you sketching something during your stargazing [passes over a used notepad]. It seems to be engine designs for Faster-than-light travel alongside…
SCP-4842-1-F: Utopia, my friend… Utopia as the stars has shown me.
Dr. Karlo: Please, explain. What exactly did you see?
SCP-4842-1-F: I saw… A race without chaos. I saw a world no longer fighting each other about petty things such as land or resources; each human has their own vast portion of space to explore, free from the ideals or law of anyone but themselves. I saw an empire built on knowledge and trust. I saw how it was all built, and the countless ways it can be achieved. I saw… All the ways it can be destroyed as well. I saw humanity blossom from an insignificant genocidal species on a rock to an intergalactic civilization of discovery and wonder… All the way to it's imminent collapse at the hands of itself.
Dr. Karlo: … And what do you make of this 'vision' of yours? Is this not all just a "what-if" situation?
SCP-4842-1-F: Not at all doctor. In only a few hundred years, the entirety of Earth's sky shall bear the same gifts… And at that moment, all of humanity would have reached a greater state of evolution. It is such a shame you or your colleges wouldn't be able to see this within your lifetime, cooped up in this windowless facility 'containing' anomalies you've yet to understand… Oh my, where are my manners? Apologies for that, in reality, I should be thanking you! If it weren't for your work, there wouldn't even be a humanity to evolve.
Dr. Karlo: That is our goal after all. Now then, that would be all for today, thank you for your cooperation 1-F.
SCP-4842-1-F: The pleasure is all mine.
[END LOG]
Following the incident in site-17 on 7/12/19, an interview with SCP-4842-1-F was immediately requested.
Interview Log: SCP-4842-1-F-4
Interviewer: Dr. Karlo Sotnas
Interviewee: SCP-4842-1-F[START LOG]
Dr. Karlo: Now then, explain what the fuck just happened yesterday and why.
SCP-4842-1-F: Oh? But I was huddled up calmly in my cell all day, I couldn't possibly have known what happened. You, on the other hand, look stressed! Perhaps I can teach you some of my anger management techniques?
Dr. Karlo: "Calmly"? Cut the crap will you? You were as giddy as a pedophile in a children's pagent. Our mics even caught you talking and cheering to yourself.
SCP-4842-1-F: Why are you so tense? You should be happy, after all, the man was finally able to carve out the path we will all soon take.
Dr. Karlo: You expect me to be calm? Two of my friends died back there!
SCP-4842-1-F: As long as it gets your voice down… Where shall we begin?
Dr. Karlo: How about the part where they break "-A" out of containment?
SCP-4842-1-F: Very well, now picture this scenario: "You are a member of possibly the most important and most discreet organization in human history, tasked with monitoring thousands of logic-defying anomalies with varying abilities ranging from 'mild' to 'universe-level omnipotence' on the daily basis. You also just happened to be blessed with unparalleled knowledge on whatever subject humans have thought off relating to space or space travel. Now, a few meters from your office is, what I'm assuming to be, a magic space travel vehicle of epic proportions. A few more sectors after that and you get 2 more people with a very similar scenario to yours. You just realized that this planet is very miserable and you want to leave it… What do you do?"
Dr. Karlo: I get where your coming from, but Dr. David is a sane man, he would never do something so crazy.
SCP-4842-1-F: Dr. Karlo, I'm sure you out of all people know that all humans main driving force is emotion. No matter how nice, how cold, or how logical one's intentions are, there is always a hint of emotion behind it. No matter what! These same emotions can make people act irrational or corrupt. Such a thing wouldn't be very beneficial in evolving boring old humans into a race of space-exploring humans, now wouldn't it? So, I'm a space-borne anomaly whose purpose is to do exactly that, the logical thing to do to replace this whole 'emotion' thing would be to…?
Dr. Karlo: To… Remove it entirely?
SCP-4842-1-F: Hahaha! Remove? You never failed to amuse me. No, 'It' does not remove things from humans, it just improves. Improves it into something better suited to stellar travel and, in a few thousand years, galactic empires. In your opinion, what would that be?
Dr. Karlo: Hmmm, would that b-… Wait… Is that why every instance is so…
SCP-4842-1-F: The sky's blessing was never just the knowledge, doctor.
[END LOG]
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