OzForever

Item: SCP-X
Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-X is contained at Site-45, B-Block where all authorized personnel are limited to non-direct contact. The entity resides in a single, self-contained room with no windows, a single entrance/exit for maintenance uses or emergencies, and a one-way compartment for delivering food or other basic necessities. No electronic surveillance equipment is installed in this unit. Any researchers that wish to observe must do so through a series of mirrors that allow for them to see but not be seen.

Personnel may communicate with the entity but only through writing. Responses must be scanned to eliminate any Medusa effects and then all original and copies of the communications must be incinerated.

The entity is provided a play laptop to occupy themselves during annual equipment maintenance and weekly cleanings. This equipment will not be connected to anything but a power supply and will be programmed with bots to imitate Internet users. SCP-X is permitted two hours at a time during these periods. During all other times, the entity may have access to an analog typewriter to use at its discretion. No personnel or researchers may read these manuscripts without authorization from a Level 4 Researcher or higher.

Additional notes from Researcher A56-7W:

It was found after a period of █ █/█ █/█ █ months that several revisions was needed in the Special Containment Procedures. First and foremost, a rotating basis of contractors would be utilized in the manufacture of the purely analog observation and handling unit. Each suite of equipment will need to be replaced by intervals of █ █/█ █/█ █ months – the previous batch to be dumped into the deepest part of the Indian Ocean; preferably into an active volcanic vent.

Even this was found to be ineffective until an agreement was reached with the Kingdom of █ █/█ █/█ █. (It had been revealed that even they had had enough of the negative vibes emanating from the SCP-X.)

The containment room was placed into a sphere-like mega-aquarium. █ █/█ █/█ █ from the Kingdom of █ █/█ █/█ █ volunteered to be the single source for all conversations – except for requested down time in which the previously agreed-upon protocols would be resumed.

These █ █/█ █/█ █ will be recognized by their triad of tridents’ tattoo located on the Caudal fin and are the personal security of King █ █/█ █/█ █. As such, their intelligence numbers in the several hundreds of the Lewis Terman scale and they are able to simultaneously block the negativity coming from SCP-X. Communication is done via █ █/█ █/█ █ telepathy.

Description: SCP-X is made up of three humanoids: SCP-X-1, SCP-X-2, SCP-X-3. They have the appearance of three pasty-skinned, skinny, single men in Wizard of Oz t-shirts. The task force that apprehended them described them as “the kind of guys that look like they live in their mom’s basement.” Because of their choice of obsession and clothing, they are informally and collectively called the “Oz Nerd”.
The Oz Nerd is a hive mind. While the three separate beings can communicate with others through speech and writing, it has been observed that they can communicate with each other telepathically. Along with the ability to work as a single organism, the entity also possesses an acute ability to feed on the negative emotions of others. Solely by being in their presence, their victim will begin to experience self-doubt, emotional distress, decreased confidence, and prolonged exposure can lead to chronic depression, persistent anxiety attacks, and possible suicide attempts. These abilities can also be emitted over electrical signals so their influence has been observed over outlets such as social media, blogs, and comment threads.

Their primary targets are the fans and writers in the Wizard of Oz fandom community. They read the content of other fan fiction writers and ruthlessly annihilate their self-esteem and confidence by criticizing their work and mocking it. The Oz Nerd also enjoys collaborating with other authors so that they may spend more time feeding on one individual for a longer period. Their methods often include passive aggressive comments, non-constructive criticism (ex: This is the worst thing I’ve ever read. Stop writing it.), and verbally bullying those in the community who prefer to create fiction that is considered “non-canon”.

Discovery:

The entity was apprehended by the MTF Eta-10 team after a frantic 911 call was made to the local authorities. In the city of [REDACTED] on █ █/█ █/█ █, a Wizard of Oz convention was on its second day of three. A panel was taking place where experts were discussing and answering audience questions about Oz in Modern Literature.

The clerk that made the 911 call reported that the hotel personnel in the convention center heard screaming and crying coming from that room. The doors were locked and nobody could access the room from the outside. A terrorist attack was suspected.

In collaboration with [REDACTED], MTF Eta-10 was sent to investigate and apprehend any anomalies. The following excerpt is from an interview with [REDACTED], a member of the task force.

Interviewer: How did you open the door?

[REDACTED]: It was locked from the inside but when we used the battering ram, we could feel some resistance, like something was blocking it, too. We pushed our way through, thinking whoever was making all those people scream used chairs or something.

Interviewer: And were they chairs.

[REDACTED]: No. They were bodies. They had shoelaces twisted around their necks. Some had belts. They had killed themselves. It was seriously messed up.

Interviewer: What about the screaming?

[REDACTED]: When we pushed through, it stopped. Like someone flicked the “off switch”. Around the room were all these chairs. There was a stage with a table and microphones, you know, like what you’d see at Comicon. But on the stage, there were these three guys.

Interviewer: The “Oz Nerd”?

[REDACTED]: Yes. They were the only ones standing. The people who were still alive were on the ground. Some were curled up, eye closed. One girl was lying in the corner and she had ripped journal pages around her. She was in really bad shape. One guy was just crossing out sketches in a notebook he had.

Interviewer: We’re they physically injured in any way?

[REDACTED]: No. They looked sad. Not just sad, like miserable. They all had lost the will to live. I heard some people murmuring to themselves, saying things like: it’s all garbage. I’m not good enough. It was more sad than scary, really.

Interviewer: What about the “Oz Nerd”?

[REDACTED]: Like I said, it was standing on the stage. It was smiling. So creepy. I say “it” because even though it looks like three guys, it acts like one thing. [REDACTED] told them to get on the ground. But it didn’t do anything…at first, but then it spoke, it had three voices that spoke at the same time. “I am Oz, the Great and Terrible. Who are you and why do you seek me?” It’s a line from the book. I read it as a kid. My force leader asked what happened to the people in the room. It still freaks me out when I think about what it said.

Interviewer: What did it say?

[REDACTED]: It said, “These meat people dared to make Oz something that it’s not. Oz is perfect the way it is. It shouldn’t be changed. So we made them stop.” Then it turned its three heads at the same time to the guy with the sketches. He was ripping out the pages now. The three voices started saying three different things at the same time. That kid…he tossed his notebook and started rocking back and forth while sobbing.

Interviewer: Could you hear what they were saying?

[REDACTED]: It was too garbled. I heard some words like “awful” and “hack”, it was living off of the poor guy’s misery. The joy on its faces is something I won’t ever forget.

After the task force team contained the entity, paramedics were allowed into the building to tend to the victims and carry away the bodies. The cause of death for all the deceased was determined as “suicide”. Surviving victims were sent to different mental facilities for extensive treatment. Some felt a strong effect than others and attempted or committed suicide while undergoing treatment. Of the 34 people in that room, 5 died on site, 3 died during treatment, and 26 are still undergoing treatment as of █ █/█ █/█ █.

Conversations:

The following conversations were relayed to our staff and the actual audio is stored in the █ █/█ █/█ █. Two of the █ █/█ █/█ █ were codenamed “Fred” and “Valerie” and spoke in a very posh, British, accent – which can be heard on the audio file.

"You know, Fred, I was just saying the other day… variations of Ozian tropes are actually closer to the concept of Oz being a malleable, magical fairyland than books with tropes that replicate pre-existing minutae."

(Laughing heard)

"I quite agree, Valerie. I was just telling Henry the other day that these people who try to treat Oz books like true history are all, how do they say it in the vernacular, nutters. A fantasy world cannot be put into a true historical timeline, not like Out World history."

(At this point in the audio, the █ █/█ █/█ █ recalled that animal-like screams were heard from the OZ Nerd.)

(Another point relayed to us from the █ █/█ █/█ █: when one prisoner cried, the entire OZ Nerd would cry as one.)

(The audio file then revealed that the █ █/█ █/█ █ excitedly began to tease the prisoner(s).)

Fred: No tears. Tears are a waste of shark-charging!
Valerie: Besides, how do you think we got more ocean water to start with? The tears of deserving prisoners such as you!

(The █ █/█ █/█ █ informed us that the OZ Nerd wailed as one.)

"WHY? WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CRUEL?"

Valerie then gave the entity a tongue lashing.
When the young Oz writers came to you, you were cruel. When you saw people hoping and dreaming, you stamped out their dreams.

When you rejected people with different visions of Oz, you instead put the vilest historical figures from the Out World in there you could.

When someone was just starting to learn about a magical, wonderful place, you had the audacity to make snarky remarks at them.

When you could not fit any fantasy world into your pea brain, including broad allegorical ones, you rejected them coldly.

(Fred then finished the conversation with the prisoner(s).)
Well, you always wanted to have a talking animal from Oz converse with you. Oz Diggs sends his regards…
(Raucous Laughter could be heard from both Fred and Valerie as they recalled the screeching.)

"BUT THERE AREN'T ANY TALKING [█ █/█ █/█ █] IN THE NONESTIC OCEAN IN OZ!"

This takes me back to my original point. How can one dictate what can and cannot exist in a magical fairyland?

(End of conversation. Fred and Valerie assured us that the Oz Nerd returned to spouting “more of the same.”)

Addendum-01: The SCP is an independent, autonomous organization and therefore does not contract outside 3rd parties for security or any other services. However, due to the unique circumstances of SCP-X we made an exception. Dr. [REDACTED] received a letter on their desk from an unknown courier (security cameras show no one entering or exiting the office or the premises; cameras in the office show the letter appearing out of nowhere).

The letter was written by a King [REDACTED] of the Kingdom of [REDACTED], a previously unknown nation. A section of letter reads as followed:
Greetings Dr. [REDACTED],
Allow me to introduce myself, I am King [REDACTED] of the great undersea Kingdom of [REDACTED]. We are not a place known by dwellers on the surface and the last person to ever document anything about us was a Mr. Frank Baum in 1911, according to your calendar, but that’s how we prefer it.
I received a message from her majesty, Queen [EXPUNGED] of the Land of [EXPUNGED] about a recent occurrence with a horrible monster of some sort. Queen [EXPUNGED] was so distraught that people were hurt over this incident in the name of [EXPUNGED], her message to me made that quite clear. It quite upset the poor girl. When she found out through her [REDACTED] that they were being taken to your facility at the bottom of the [REDACTED] Ocean, she requested a favor from me to keep an eye on this evil creature.
Of course, I am willing to help any fellow monarch, which brings me to the purpose of my writing to you. I wish to offer a small squad of [REDACTED] who have volunteered to act as regiment of guards. ….

The letter continues with terms and conditions of accepting the offer (see Addendum-02) and how to respond to the letter.

Addendum-02: There were two conditions of accepting the offer of using the squadron of [REDACTED]: the first being that all personnel are to treat them as sapient beings. Any personnel witnessed or reported harassing any of the [REDACTED] will face disciplinary action.

The second condition is that the SCP is not permitted at any time, in the past, present, or future, to further study, examine, or contain any entities, animate or inanimate, from either the Kingdom of [REDACTED] or the Land of [EXPUNGED] without explicit permission from King [REDACTED] or Queen [EXPUNGED].