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SCP-5xxx extending their hand as seen from a Moose-Delaton Thaumaturgic Particle Viewer.
Item #: SCP-5xxx
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5xxx is currently being monitored by Site-98's observatories for any change in behavior.
Description: SCP-5xxx refers to both the consciousness and astral form of the astronaut Walter Young permeating throughout the Local Group of galaxies in space. SCP-5xxx's presence is composed of trace thaumaturgic particles known as a Uryon1.
SCP-5xxx-A is a 2nd-generation iPhone SE formerly owned by Walter Young. SCP-5xxx is capable of communicating with others through the phone's contacts and calls. It is currently not known how SCP-5xxx is capable of accomplishing calls as the caller's signal is out of range. Attempts to locate and trace the signal has been met with indeterminate results.
Discovery: Prior to galactic astral projection, Walter Josiah Young was a a Type Blue that had shown signs of extremely high Potential
Walter Young's physical form prior to astral projection.
SCP-5xxx: I saw a satellite full of malice and hate, the cold light from a repentant star, and an explorer, much like myself, gone mad from the isolation and what lies within himself.
SCP-5xxx: I saw a young woman kneeling, crying below the sun. I go over to try and comfort her.
Dr. blank: What else did you see?
SCP-5xxx: I ask her what her name is and she- she doesn't give me a response. She just points upward, and when I look- I see-
Dr. blank: Please continue.
SCP-5xxx: I see thousands of stars everywhere. I look closer and I see hundreds of small, writhing worms emerge from each of them. Cosmic parasites feeding on the cores of stars. The woman tells me that she tried to stop them from succumbing to the affliction. She calls the stars, including the sun, her family. She tells me that they've been turned into something wretched and wrong. Corrupting all life that touched their light into malformed abominations if we don't- if I don't stop it. And then…
Dr. blank: And then what?
SCP-5xxx: And then I wake up.
[Begin Log]
SCP-5xxx: It was a hole in reality. Like a perfect black pit near the precipice of time and space and inside it was oblivion.
Dr. Blank: What else did you see, Walt?
SCP-5xxx: I didn't realize that I had gone so far from where I was familiar with. But I marched on, and I swam into the abyss that was the void. It- it felt like the air was more fluid, like water. As I kept going, the water grew thicker and tighter — constricting all around me, but as I moved closer, I could see something emerge from- from the darkness. I don't know what or how to describe what it was, but it had a face. A horrible face. Patiently waiting for the glass pane of reality to finally crack so that they can seep through with their wretched antipathy and contempt.
Dr. blank: Look, I'm not sure I understand, you saw a face?
SCP-5xxx: No, not a physical face. It is a form that speaks unspeakable things and whispers in the dark that can make even the gods shudder with dread. This is something more. Something deeper and darker. A primordial shadow that surrounds our universe and writhes in a sea of void and entropy. It waits beyond the walls that separate us from them. The other face of creation itself. A face we cannot bear to see. A face that will not stop screaming until we let them in.
Dr. blank: I- Walt?
SCP-5xxx: I don't want to talk anymore, doctor. I wish to stop talking about the things I've seen. I want to stay awake. I need to stay awake. Goodbye.
[End Log]
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