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by Zenobiyl

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Item#: 7907
Level3
Containment Class:
neutralized
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
keneq
Risk Class:
danger
link to memo
circus

SCP-7907 manifestation near Kissimmee, Florida.

Assigned Site Site Director Assigned Task Force MTF Commander
Area-37 Emery Novens MTF Mu-13 "Ghostbusters" Maximilian Maxwell
geezer

PoI-3947, Alton Langmeyer

Special Containment Procedures: MTF Mu-13 is to evacuate a three-kilometer area around SCP-7907 manifestations. Individuals recovered from SCP-7907 are to be given psychiatric and/or amnestic treatment. MTF agents are to wear noise-cancellation gear during expeditions into SCP-7907, with the sole exception of Commander Maxwell.

Description: SCP-7907 is a carnival tent manifesting in the United States once per decade, accompanied by an emaciated poltergeist in Venetian carnival gear (SCP-7907-1) and the decomposing bodies puppeteered by it (SCP-7907-2).

Exposure to SCP-7907-1 has been known to cause severe cognitohazardous harm including memory loss, psychosis, and uncontrollable laughter. A book entitled "Scurradeus" (SCP-7907-3) is the suspected source of these cognitohazardous effects. Inhabitants of SCP-7907 respond aggressively to expeditions, but can be pacified by sitting still, observing on-stage events, clapping, and laughing.

Addendum SCP-7907-1: SCP-7907-A History and Event Summaries

Interview (08/04/73)

William Langmeyer Esq1: [chuckles] You’re gonna think it’s stupid.

Director Emery Novens: Try me.

William Langmeyer: Well, we both wanted to join the circus. [pauses] It was kind of our dream.

Director Emery Novens: By ‘we’ you mean yourself and Alton Langmeyer?

William Langmeyer: My brother, yes. [smiles] He was my inspiration.



Though first located in 1953 through a manifestation event, research indicates that SCP-7907 has been active since 1906, when a San Fransisco circus tent known as “Langmeyer’s Laugh Emporium”, disappeared during a 7.9 magnitude earthquake. Interviews with PoI-39482 have confirmed this timeline of events, as well as the identity of SCP-7907-1 as that of PoI-3947, Alton Langmeyer.

The following is a log of all recorded SCP-7907 manifestations:

Event Summary (1953/01/29):
SCP-7907 manifests in southern Florida. Promotional flyers scattered nearby mentioned a famous contortionist act.
Performance Summary: SCP-7907 puppeteers a decomposing body while claiming to be "The Great Lombardi," contorting it into anatomically impossible positions. Several jaw muscles appear to have been violently removed, presumably to facilitate easier ventriloquy.
Event Summary (1961/03/05):
SCP-7907 manifests in central Texas, with promotional flyers mentioning a sword-swallower and opera singer. A failed expedition results in the loss of seven six staff members.
Performance Summary: SCP-7907-1 consumes three scimitars, four halberds, and a morningstar during act one. Impressions of the blades can be seen protruding from the entity’s skin. A brief intermission follows, during which time sounds of retching and tearing flesh come from backstage. SCP-7907-1 returns for act two dressed in a full-body gown, singing “The Drinking Song” from La Traviata. Entity repeatedly vomits blood during the rendition.
Event Summary: 1969/09/19
SCP-7907 manifests in southern Illinois, with promotional flyers mentioning acrobats and a lion-tamer. MTF-Mu-13 successfully recovers Annie Vance, an MTF operative lost to a prior failed expedition.
Performance Summary: Several ‘lions’ composed of putrefying organic matter are brought onstage by the entity. The creatures struggle to stand on their hind legs, fall, and are whipped by SCP-7907-1. This continues for several minutes, even after the ‘lions’ successfully stand on their hind legs.

Creatures then perform a tightrope balance and attempt to jump through two concentric flaming hoops. Several ‘lions’ collide with and are bisected by the hoops mid-jump, at which point the flaming halves fall to the stage floor and violently convulse.

SCP-7907-1 berates the mangled bodies for several additional minutes, apologizes for the “disappointment”, and limps behind the curtains. Surviving creatures weep onstage.
Event Summary: 1983/06/12
SCP-7907-1 manifests in western Vermont, with advertisements mentioning a balloon artist, fire-breathers, and a stand-up comedian. MTF Mu-13 is sent to rescue trapped individuals.
Performance Summary: ████████ ████████████████ ██████████████████ ██████. ████████████ ██████████████████ ████ ██████ ██████, ████████████ █████████. Operation resulted in three casualties.3

Interviewer: Site Director Emery Novens

Interviewee: Dr. Angela Grant

Foreword: Director Novens questions Dr. Grant on her experience inside SCP-7907-1.

[Written Transcript]

Director Novens: Could you tell us how you became trapped within SCP-7907-1, Dr. Grant?

Dr. Grant: It happened while I backstage with my team. We found twisted carnival masks, bloody swords, and… [whispering] I think there were some props made of human skin. I was photographing pages from this creepy black book when we heard someone coming.

Director Novens: It was SCP-7907, correct?

Dr. Grant: Yes. [pauses] He was tall and stick-thin, but I couldn't get a good look at the guy because he was covered head-to-toe in fancy circus clothes. The man's outfit was so colorful he looked half-peacock, and his face was covered by a grinning mask. It was leaking some kind of black fluid, and the smell…

Dr. Grant vomits on the floor of the interview room. Director Novens sends for a janitor and offers a towel to Dr. Grant.

Director Novens: …You were saying?

Dr. Grant: My legs were like jelly, and I barely managed to hide under a table before he came into the room. "Trying to nab my secrets, eh?" I heard that hideous mask speak to us, "A good performer never shares a jot, but methinks you'll be sharing things with me instead…" I caught a glimpse of his eyes while he was staring at one of my colleagues, and suddenly all I could see was the swirling purple light in the empty eye-sockets of his mask. It felt… [pauses]

Director Novens [quietly]: It's alright, you're safe here.

Dr. Grant: It felt like he was stealing thoughts right out of my head. I felt ideas, memories, even whole chunks of my psyche being sucked out as if a leech had latched onto my brain.

Director Novens: Did it try to kill you?

Dr. Grant: He didn't see me under the table, at least, I don't think he did. That guy went to each of my colleagues, looking them in the eyes with that same light, and kissed them on the mouth.

Director Novens: It kissed them?

Dr. Grant: The guy looked more like he was sucking something out of their mouths, but I didn't get a good view. A few moments later I fell unconscious. The last thing I remembered was hearing someone weeping, "Sorry. Sorry. So sorry…"

Director Novens: Do you remember anything else?

Dr. Grant: I remember waking up under the same table and finding a spot under the stands to hide in. That's where your agent found me.

Director Novens: Nothing else?

Dr. Grant: No. [pauses] Can I leave now?



Closing Statement: Dr. Grant is to be referred to a site therapist weekly for physiatric care, and archives of her photographs of SCP-7907-3 are to be assigned level 4/7907 classification.

01/24/1906

The show's earnings were poor this week, and Alton has been acting quite strange as well. He showed me a book of magicks with profane inscriptions, insisting that we use its unholy powers for the show. I told Alton to burn the book before it hexed us all, but he refused to listen. I fear for his soul.
-Will



Interviewer: Site Director Emery Novens

Interviewee: MTF Agent Max Maxwell

Foreword: Director Novens questions Agent Maxwell about his version of events during the SCP-7907-A event of 1964.

[Written Transcript]

Director Novens: Greetings, Agent Maxwell. You'll be pleased to know Dr. Grant is safe and in good health thanks to your brave actions. Shall I schedule a meeting with her?

Agent Maxwell: Yes, and let's get down to brass tacks while we're here. You didn't invite me just for a pat on the back, did you?

Director Novens: You are correct, Agent Maxwell, and as direct as ever. Our interview with Dr. Grant was… inconclusive. We hope that your account will clear some things up.

Agent Maxwell: Of course, sir. We first rushed the circus perimeter, and the boys started drawing lots for who'd have to go inside. I offered to take Chip's place when he drew a short straw, and then me and the unlucky fellas entered the tent.

Director Novens: You volunteered?

Agent Maxwell: Yeah. [chuckles] Probably a stupid idea in hindsight, but Chip had a baby girl and I didn't want that on my conscience.

Director Novens: [smiles] A commendable sentiment, Agent Maxwell. Please continue.

Agent Maxwell: The inside was huge, ten times bigger than the tent at least, and there were these frankensteined creatures prancing around on their hind legs upstage. Some of the other guys were distracted by all that, not to mention the smell of rotting flesh, so I told them to keep their eyes peeled. There were people trapped in this magic building, and we had to rescue them.

Director Novens: And was that when you found Dr. Grant?

Agent Maxwell: Yes, I found her hiding under these bleacher-type seats… Well, I suppose heard her is more accurate, seeing as the woman was babbling like she'd been shell-shocked. I told her that help had arrived.

Director Novens: How did she react to that statement?

Agent Maxwell: Laughter. [pauses] And by that I mean laughter. She started laughing uncontrollably and rolling on the floor, to the point where some of the circus-zombie-things started turning and getting angry. I didn't have time to chit-chat, so I hoisted the gibbering woman over my shoulder and high-tailed it out of there. She kept babbling, "He told a funny! I know a funny!" as if she'd never heard a joke before in her life, so I knocked her unconscious with an elbow to the head. [looks down] Couldn't risk attracting more of those circus freaks, you know?

Director Novens: I'd say you made the right decision, Agent Maxwell. [pauses] While we're on the subject of the SCP-7907-2 entities, did any of them try to stop you?

Agent Maxwell: The little ones did. Their bodies felt like carrion and were about as strong. You think they'd flee after the first few gunshots, but those guys were practically throwing themselves at us saying "Shoot! Shoot! Don't hold back!" [pauses] We didn't, not that it made much of a difference. Even with a dozen bullet holes those bastards still kept crawling towards us. At least the bullets actually slowed them down; no such luck when it came to the other guy…

Director Novens: SCP-7907, correct?

Agent Maxwell: Yes. He rose and spoke as I was running headfirst out of the circus with my mates. "Think it's funny to spoil my show, do you?" He said to us, "I'll tell you what's really funny!"

Director Novens: And what was "really funny?"

Agent Maxwell: ████████████ ██████ ███ █████ ████████

Director Novens begins laughing uncontrollably, making spasmodic motions and crying from both eyes.

Agent Maxwell: …I still don't get it.



Closing Statement: All MTF Mu-13 task force members that entered SCP-7907-1 are missing and presumed dead, with the exception of Agent Maxwell. Director Novens remained incapacitated for two hours and continued to suffer from pseudobulbar affect for a week.

04/18/1906

Forgive me, mother, but I had no choice. Today is our last performance before going broke, and I told Alton that he could use his vile book if it would save us from ruin. I already see a great crowd coming for the show, but I fear the cost of this sorcery. If anything should happen, pray for us both.
-Will




WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/7907 CLASSIFIED

ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/7907 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.



+ Addendum SCP-7907-2 (1982/06/12)
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