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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Research into the origin of SCP-XXXX is ongoing. The development of neural networks by public and governmental agencies are to be monitored and altered as necessary to prevent the detection of SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the concept of breakfast. The anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX are wide and varied, but primarily manifest as an alteration to the memories and experiences of all partaking humans, causing them to believe they have eaten a meal between the time they wake up from a period of sleep and noon.1
This effect extends to perceptions of images or videos of people supposedly eating SCP-XXXX, and to the memories of those who believe themselves to be preparing or purchasing food specifically for SCP-XXXX, causing them to believe that these activities are actually occurring. Despite centuries of historical and cultural evidence, recent investigations have confirmed that no individual in human history has ever eaten a meal that could be described as "breakfast".
When engaging in the act of SCP-XXXX, individuals will spontaneously disappear from their current location, and are temporarily replaced by a styrofoam2 mannequin superficially bearing their appearance.3 Following a period of time believed to be typical of the consumption of SCP-XXXX, the mannequin will disappear and the original individual will reappear in their original location, along with the appropriately placed remains of a meal. The mannequins have been classified as SCP-XXXX-1.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 will perform any actions typically expected of the translocated individual; upon their return, the individual will remember all actions undertaken by SCP-XXXX-1 as though they themselves performed the actions. It is unknown whether this is some form of memory transfer between the two, or if the individual is remotely controlling the SCP-XXXX-1 instances somehow.
The location of affected individuals during this period is unknown at this time.
SCP-XXXX was discovered when discrepancies in a neural network trained to identify images were noticed; images tagged as "person eating breakfast" or similar did not match the determination of the neural network with enough frequency to cause an investigation. An anomaly was confirmed when individuals under the effect of mnestics were able to perceive SCP-XXXX-1 instances bearing their features in test photos.4
All subjects remanifesting in their original location after engaging in SCP-XXXX have been shown to bear a distinct scar on their rightmost calf. Only mnestified individuals are able to perceive these markings; all tested individuals report a fresh wound in the centre of the scar leaking a viscous brown liquid. Testing of this liquid revealed it to be made up of lactose, soy products, processed wheat and rice products, proteins from various types of animal and fibre from various types of fruit.
Addendum XXXX.1: Interview Log XXXX.1
AUDIO LOG XXXX.1
DATE: 11/7/2018
FOREWORD: A series of tests were preformed regarding SCP-XXXX. D-92334, one of the many D-Class involved, proceeded to engage in SCP-XXXX whilst heavily mnesticized. The SCP-XXXX-1 instance manifesting in D-92334's place behaved accordingly; engaging in SCP-XXXX further and wandering around the testing chamber. D-92334 remanifested in the SCP-XXXX-1 instance's location after 46 minutes.
D-92334 was extremely distressed upon arrival, refusing to participate in further testing. As such, a debriefing was conducted with D-92334.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Manchester: Now, did you see anything when you engaged in SCP-XXXX?
D-92334: [Unresponsive.]
Dr. Manchester: D-92—
D-92334: So that's it, then? We're just gonna jump into it willy-nilly?! [Pounds hands against table, standing up.] Do you know—
Dr. Manchester: D-92334, if you engage in this behavior further you will be disciplined.
D-92334: [Sits down.] Sorry, sorry. It's just that… well…
Dr. Manchester: Answer the question, D-92334.
D-92334: What I saw… Before I got to the table, I began to feel strange. Like, I was climbing a mountain or something— lightheaded, that's the word. My skin began to feel all, all moist and sticky and warm. I felt like I wanted to take a shower. My head really started getting to me, and when I sat down I fainted. Well, At least I thought when I woke up.
When I opened my eyes, they stung like hell. Like someone threw salt in them. It was like I was submerged in some kind of slime. Well, not slime, but it was thick. Eventually, i was able to resurface, and… And, I… [D-92334 begins to gag.]
Dr. Manchester: Are you alright?
D-92334: I, I saw… bags, hung on the ceiling. Not, like, bag bags, but like hollowed-out ballsacks! They had veins and everything, and by— [D-92334 coughs.] It smelled like maple syrup and milk, everywhere I went that smell followed me. And, and it was so strong! I began feeling sick immediately, and I just wanted to get out of there.
Dr. Manchester: What did the surroundings look like?
D-92334: Like… fuck, like some kind of warehouse or something. The walls were coated in rust— no, not rust. Some kind of dried up yellow gunk. And, and it went on forever! I ran and ran, but it never ended, and the bags were everywhere, just… just hanging there and moving. Every time they, they pulsed I could hear something squelching and creaking inside, and I swear to— [D-92334 begins to cough profusely.]
Dr. Manchester: Are you sure you are alright? D-92334?
D-92334: Fuck and— that fucking smell just, just… it was horrible! And t-then I woke up back here. It was like… like nothing ever happened. [D-92334's voice begins to faulter.] And when I looked at my leg, there was this… symbol there. It stung when I looked at it, and the stuff leaking out of it… it smelled like the warehouse.
Dr. Manchester: Thank you, D-92334. This inter—
D-92334: [Mumbling.] I don't want to go back, please— please I do not want to go back, I—
Dr. Manchester: The interview is over. Can someone escort her back to her chamber?
[END LOG]
Addendum XXXX.2: Exploration Logs
VIDEO LOG XXXX.1
DATE: 11/10/2018
SUBJECT DEPLOYED: D-56646
FOREWORD: Dr. Olufsen5 took note of the location described by D-92334. As such, the following experiment was conducted.
D-56646 was mnesticized heavily before being equipped with the following:
- A standard chemical-resistant hazmat suit.
- A standard communication radio.
- A head-mounted camera, wherein a pretermemetic filter is applied to all images captured by it.
- 50 lightweight storage containers.
D-56646 proceeded to partake in SCP-XXXX before demanifesting at 0.048 seconds before he sat down. D-56646 activated his camera approximately 7 seconds after. The log proceeds as such:
[BEGIN LOG]
00:01: D-56646: [Coughing.] H-Hello? Shit, hey?!
00:12: [The camera is coated in a thick brown substance, of which is partly transparent. D-56646 wipes the material from the lense.]
00:14: Command: Hello? Yes, D-56646, you're coming in clear.
00:17: D-56646: Good, I— [D-56646 stops breathing momentarily, before resuming abruptly.] Christ, my ears! Fuck, sorry, they just fuckin' popped. I think… think some of this stuff got in my suit too.
00:20: Command: What do you mean?
00:25: D-56646: I mean that this slime got in my suit! I feel fuckin' filthy in this shit, all sticky and warm. Fuck, it's hot in here.
00:29: Command: Affirmative. This was to be expected. Please proceed.
01:09: [D-56646 finished cleaning the lense. The surrounding location is revealed to match in description to that reported by D-92334: a large warehouse, seemingly expanding in one direction without end. Several organic masses are hanging from the ceiling, and appear to be made out of reddish-flesh. A thick, orange fog is present.]
01:18: D-56646: [Looks upwards, gagging shortly after.] What the fuck?!
01:23: Command: Again, please proceed.
01:27: D-56646: What? Where?!
01:30: Command: Explore the area and collect samples.
01:38: D-56646: Oh, alright. I, uh…
01:40: [D-56646 turns around, revealing a small pool of the substance previously covering the lense. He produces a storage container and gingerly scoops a small amount of the liquid into it.]
01:45: D-56646: Alright, there's one. Anything else you want me to do?
01:47: Command: Check the walls.
01:49: D-56646: Alright, alright. [D-56646 walks around the pool and produces another container. As D-56646 approaches the wall, he begins breathing heavily.]
01:56: Command: Are you alright?
01:59: D-56646: [Clears throat.] Yeah I'm, I'm fine, yeah. Just, just lookin' at the wall and, oh jesus. I, uh, the walls are… Fuck, this f-fuckin' smell is killing me here! Smells like… breakfast, and— and shit! Fuck, it's… [Curses under breath, illegible.]
02:07: [D-56646 scrapes a golden-yellow substance off the walls. It comes off easily, appearing to have solidified. The edges of the material are blackened, seemingly having been burnt. D-56646 hesitates before storing the material in the container.]
02:12: D-56646: Alright, uh, done. What d-do I do now?
02:16: Command: Keep traversing the area and search for more substances. D-56646, are you sure you are feeling alright?
02:18: D-56646: Yeah, yeah! I'm f-fine, just fine. I just, I just—
02:20: [D-56646 is interrupted by the sound of splashes in the distance. He begins to breathe heavily, his breath noticeably shaking. His stance appears unstable, but he shortly regains his composure. After 2 minutes, the noise stops.]
02:28: D-56646: … Fuck, fuck, fuck— no! Fuck this, I don't want—
02:34: Command: D-56646, calm down. Proceed in the direction of the noise.
02:35: D-56646: [Sniffs.] No!
02:37: [D-56646 begins to cry, cupping his hands against his helmet. He begins grunting stressfully whilst shaking his head.]
02:37: Command: D—
02:38: D-56646: I-It's like, like— I'm not supposed to be here, aren't I? I-I-I am not supposed to see this. I can't see this! It, it's n-not fucking right, I can't see this! I cannot! [D-56646 begins shouting.] I cannot! I can't! No, no I cannot be here! I can not be allowed to see this, it isn't—
02:45: Command: D-56646, for god's sake, calm down!
02:46: D-56646: [Takes several deep breaths, regains his composure.] I am alright. I'm fine, I am. Jesus Christ, I— [Pauses.] I will not go over there.
02:49: Command: D-566—
02:50: D-56646: Listen to me! I will not go over there because I know that thing will do something. I can, can hear it— hear something— talkin' to me. It's like, like scratching, trying to— fuck, it hurts. It's like trying t-to dig something out of my head, and the smell, god the smell, it— I…
02:56: [Before D-56646 can finish, a humanoid entity emerges from the fog. When examined closely, the entity appears to be composed entirely of styrofoam. D-54464 steps back and ceases breathing.]
03:00: D-56646: Fuck, fuck, what do I do, fuck fuck—
03:05: Command: D-56646, I want you to approach it calmly and slowly. Calm down, everything is going to be alright. Just begin walking, slowly.
03:08: D-56646: Okay, okay, I'll do it. I… Hello? Hey lil' guy, how're you?
03:10: [D-56646 begins walking towards the entity.]
03:11: D-56646: Are you… are 'ya lost? I'm just try'na make my way through here and I noticed that… [D-56646 stops momentarily before resuming at a noticeably slower pace.] Stop, lookin' at me like that, okay? [Laughs sheepishly.] Just, just please don't—
03:26: [The entity runs towards D-56646, approaching high speeds in a short amount of time. D-56646 attempts to flee, but the entity latches onto him, pushing him over. D-56646's head impacts the ground, quickly looking back up at the entity afterwards. The entity swiftly reaches for the camera.]
[END LOG]
NOTE: 0.011 seconds after D-56646's head-mounted camera failed, he remanifested in his chair. The deconstructed remains of the camera appeared on the plate instead of the usual food scraps. D-56646 was extremely distressed upon debriefing, refusing to participate.
The samples collected by D-56646 have been identified as such:
- Maple syrup, containing high amounts of salt and urine. DNA testing has proved inconclusive.
- Cooked eggs, of which have been burnt around the edges. The underside of the material was coated in a dried, mucus-like substance.
This location's whereabouts remain unknown, and as such, it has been designated SCP-XXXX-2.