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Item #:SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: A secured perimeter of no less than 1 kilometer away from the epicenter of SCP-XXXX must be established at all times. Absolutely no metals of any sort are to be taken in or out of the affected area. Failure to follow this procedure could mean a breach in containment and could result an XK-class end of world scenario. 24/7 video surveillance is to be maintained. At least 2 guards are to be present at all times. All unusual activity is to be reported immediately. Under no circumstances is the testing of SCP-XXXX to be conducted outside of the containment zone.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a highly infectious virus of unknown origin. Infection must start with direct entry into the bloodstream or through other means into the body such as mouth, nose or eyes. Symptoms are almost immediately noticeable. Infected subjects will experience a change in skin color to a bronze or ashen-gray green. Fatigue and joint pains will quickly worsen. Irregular heart rates along with a decrease in brain functions are a common side effect. Speech and breathing are both heavily impaired.

The anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX become observable after a few minutes of initial infection. All metals within a couple of meters of infected individuals will begin to deteriorate. The surface will crumble or liquefy if touched. The effects of SCP-XXXX will spread across all metals within range. Surfaces affected by SCP-XXXX will shoot spines outwards towards living creatures, attempting to pierce skin, wound or even kill its target. This amalgamation of SCP-XXXX and metals creates an odd metal-like alloy that is generally darkish silver in color, sometimes reddish. This alloy will trail its way towards infected subjects in the form of a liquid, and will be absorbed into the bloodstream. After a short time, the alloy will start to seep through the skin, creating scaley and spiney splotches across the body.

After a few hours of exposure to SCP-XXXX, the alloy will collect heavily in the brain. This heavily impedes on motor functions. Spines will burst from the skull shortly after. They can be anywhere from a couple of centimeters to 30 or 40 centimeters long. Blood will be almost entirely replaced with the alloy, spraying it across its surroundings. It is unknown how the alloy maintains both a liquid state and a solid state at similar temperatures. All bodily functions will cease. Spread of the alloy will continue.

SCP-XXXX was discovered in ██████ Russia on August 12, 2011. Agent 253, One of the SCP Foundation’s field agents had been given intel about an old Russian testing facility that had gone silent for an unknown amount of time. Upon discovery of testing site ████ Agent 253 found it now in ruins. The entire facility had been severely damaged. Dilapidated buildings and heavily broken machinery littered the place. Upon exploring the facility the agent was wounded and presumably killed. He transmitted a brief audio message before radio communication was cut off.

Expand Agent 253's Audio message

Begin Log:

Agent 253: Everything is dilapidated. But something anomalous is happening here as well. I was walking through this place with one hand on my gun… you know, just in case. I stepped on what I think was a hood to a vehicle. Next thing I know a large spike of metal jabs right through my foot. The spike wasn't there when I stepped on it though, it came out of the metal when my foot touched it. It felt awful, worse than a regular pierce wound I’ll tell you that much. It really stings. I sent out a distress call but the thing is bugged. I'm going to take refuge in a nearby building to try and asses the problem.

Agent 253 is heard walking, a door is heard being opened, followed by a bang.

Agent 253: Ok, so much for doors. It just… fell over. Oh, what the… There are people inside of here… I don’t think they’re alive, though. I hope not… They have some weird metal shit across their bodies.

Agent 253 is heard sitting down and shuffling more, he whispers to himself.

Agent 253: Just need to get some damn gauze on this wound and I’m fucking out of here.

Two minutes pass, Agent 253's attention is caught by something.

Agent 253: Oh… what the? Water? No… That's definitely not water, what the… Hey, watch it. Hey! Get the fuck away from me! Is this shit fucking alive!?

Agent 253 gets up and starts running.

Agent 253: Once again, if anyone is hearing this, I request immediate backup.

Agent 253 continues running until he is stopped abruptly

Agent 253: FUCK!

Agent 253 is heard slamming into the ground.

Agent 253: Oh god my knee, it went from the bottom of my foot up to my knee…

Agent 253 continues to scream and curse for some time, presumably crawling at this point. Radio static is starting to increase dramatically.

Agent 253: Oh fuck this man, no way I’m going out like this.

The sound of a pistol being loaded is heard. A trigger is pulled but no gunshot is heard.

Agent 253: No! My fucking gun is melting! (Intense radio static, Some words are completely unintelligible) Not like this! (Several seconds of static gibberish) Whatever you do… (Static followed by distorted screaming) Fucking… (unintelligible)

Agent 253's radio communication cuts off entirely after this point. He is presumed dead.

Addendum:

Upon the Foundation’s knowledge of the situation, a defensive border was set up around the affected zone. Many drones were sent it, not making it very far before experiencing massive distortion and inevitably failing. It was very quickly learned that electronics would not work because of their metal composure. Other means of exploration must be implemented.

The facility of SCP-XXXX was observed closely for the next 2 weeks. SCP-XXXX had made no visible advance outside of the zone. No humans had been observed, along with no other signs of life. Containment is believed to be secured at that point and testing was authorized.

The following entries are under project Morbus, lead by Researcher ████ and Dr. ██████

Test #: 01
Date: September 17, 2011
Test subject: D-2522
Equipment: Level A hazmat suit SCBA-v45, specially designed to be highly resistant to cutting, stabbing and tearing. It provides protection against chemical and biological threats. SCBA-v45 has a fully functional self-contained breathing apparatus with a heavy-duty plastic-based air tank to provide protection from outside air contaminants. Air capacity is reduced slightly due to the lack of a metal tank but holds about 3 hours of breathable oxygen. The main body designed out of a mixture of fluoropolymers, kevlar and carbon fiber, along with several other non-metal materials. A large dome-shaped glass visor has been made to increase field of view to a maximum. It keeps biohazardous materials out while being strong and durable. SCBA-v45 contains no metals whatsoever.

Begin Log:

Researcher ████: Alright D-2522, let us begin debriefing. We’ve designed this suit specially for this job. It will keep you safe, but please note anything unusual. You’re going to be alone in there, no radio communication and no video feed. The heavy-duty pads covering your suit and on your shoes and hands will keep you safe from tearing and puncturing. But please avoid coming in contact with metals as much as you can to be on the safe side. You will be given a journal with several pens. Use them as much as you can, intel is valuable here. You will also be given a carry bag to collect anything you deem important and remember, no metals. Any paper documents are a key point of interest. We can’t give you flashlights or flares as they contain metal and we don't want to give you supplies that have a possibility of failure. So you'll be provided with a good supply of candles. You have about 3 hours of oxygen so try not to take too long. Meet back at the deployment site if possible. Any further questions?

D-2522: What’s up with the metal? And will I be alone in there?

Researcher ████: Metals pose a high-security threat to this operation. We don’t have much information ourselves, so we trust you can help us. As for being alone, Yes. We have observed nothing living within the zone and you’ll be going in alone.

D-2522: Ok, but what if something happens to me in there?

Researcher ████: We have zero radio or video feed tied to you. Once you’re out of eyesight of us, you’re out of helping range. We trust you’ll use the tools we’ve given you to stay safe.

D-2522: Man that’s rough. Alright shit, let’s get this started I guess. The sooner I’m out of here, the better.

D-2522 Slowly makes his way towards the zone. He is observed taking notes about the landscape for a few minutes and makes his way to the main building of the facility. After entering the main doors, sight of D-2522 is lost. Arrival of D-2522 in the coming hours is observed closely.

The following entry is the notes from D-2522 during the expedition. The journal was in incredibly bad condition when recovered, being burnt and torn heavily on the outside. Notes inside were in a rather good condition. The journal was incinerated for safety purposes after all notes were logged digitally

Expand D-2422's journal entries

I found an old military vehicle with a locked back door shortly after I entered, I grabbed the handle and the entire door slid off the hinges, crashing into the ground. Crumbled as if it wasn’t even made of metal. There was only a metallic looking skeleton inside. Freaked the hell out of me. It looks really weird. Bunch of spines sticking through the skull. The military uniform is somewhat shredded as well. Weird metallic spines and splotches covered its body. Most of the vehicles around me are in this same condition too. I'm going to move on to what looks like the main building.

The building was surrounded by a fence that had collapsed in most places. I pushed the somewhat intact metal gate near the entrance and the entire thing bent over like a melted piece of plastic. The concrete walls of the building have held up somewhat well but crumble easily. I'm assuming it's because the metal rebar inside has deteriorated like the rest of this place. The front door isn’t intact either. I found the body of a man in a two-piece suit very shortly after I entered. The corpse looks somewhat fresh and still decaying. I don't see any present form of bacteria or other organisms on him either. How did he get here? That's very unsettling. He has a lot of wounds around his legs, looks like he dragged a trail of something across the floor. It’s a smeared trail of silverish metal that followed the man to where he rests now. Could that have been blood? There are a few other skeletons around, but they’ve been dead for much longer than this. They’re also in military uniforms, not two-piece suits.

Other than the very unusual body, there isn't too much to note inside. Looks like there was a big fire. Burned a lot of the stuff inside, I'm just finding burnt textbooks and shit like that. The light is shining through the windows and holes in the walls but it's getting dark as I go further in. There are a couple more skeletons in random rooms, looks like there was a huge panic here. I'm going to light a candle and go further.

I’ve probably moved 15 meters down this hall and there's a big red metal door at the end of it. I sent my fist through the middle. Shit broke like a crumbling rock, whole door fell over a second later. The frame of the door crumbled slightly as well, I should avoid too much force. This place might totally collapse on me. I gently raised my candle to reveal several men. They are huddled together and they all have gas masks on. Those weird Russian ones, you know the creepy white latex ones. A spine, like 30 centimeters or so, has directly shattered out one of the eye holes. A bunch of smaller spines have come out across the rest of the skull as well. Looks really disturbing with the latex on, makes a creepy outline of the skull. I’m trying not to take my eyes off these fucking things as I try to write, Don't trust this for a second. Its dead silent so I'm pretty unnerved right now. I’m going to continue down a second corridor I’ve found.

This place is a disaster, I wonder how long it’s been like this. I found a series of stairwells. Thankfully they’ve been made out of concrete. No way up or down if these were metal I think. I’m also pretty sure I’ve hit the bottom floor. All sorts of security on these doors. Not really a problem since I can just push them over. I was walking down this hall and I swea- (the pen has been quickly dragged across the page, ripping it slightly.) Fuck, I thought something was behind me. I’m getting out of this long ass hall. This low visibility shits got me being jumpy.

I fear paranoia has gotten the best of me. I swear I hear voices but there’s nothing living in this literal hellscape right? They told me themselves. I’m alone. Either way, I’ve bunkered down in what looks to be a testing room. Placed 5 candles across the room, both for better light and because I’m scared shitless. If one goes out at least not all hope is lost. There’s a scientist in here I think. Has a white cloth lab coat or something similar to that. There’s a medical bed in the middle of the room, the weight of the bed had collapsed the metal framework of it. There’s a lot of testing equipment. Centrifuges, Chemicals, Glass vials, all that sciencey sorta shit. Was never one for genetics, don’t really know what half of this shit does.

I’m assuming the more shit I haul back the happier these weirdo foundation people will be. God, I hope. There are filing cabinets full of folders. A jackpot… I think? All of it is in Russian so I don’t really know if it's important or not. Only thing I could recognize one of the documents talking about nucleotides. I recognize the molecular structure of thymine. It’s something involving DNA. Genes and shit or whatever. Maybe of value.

I slid one of the cabinets open and the whole shelf above started coming down. Tried to step back but tripped. I fell right onto the skeleton in here, the spines sticking out are strong as hell. It didn’t pierce my suit thankfully. I just find it so odd that it didn’t break. You touch any other metal around here and it droops over like a dying flower. It's not just the spines that are strong either, the metal that covers their body is like a heavy-duty armor or some shit. Doesn’t bend, doesn’t crumble, probably couldn’t even dent it if I wanted to. I think now is a good time to leave, packed the carry bag full of random documents. Time to retrace my steps out of here.

stumbled across another room, saw papers lining the floor, figured I’d take a glance. I found some weird blueprint on a table of a man with like metal skin or something. Something didn’t feel right, that feeling was immediately reassured by what I found next. There was a cell across the hall with two skeletons inside. One was a scientist, got his shit wrecked. A spike directly sent into his skull, not out but into. Hadn’t seen that before, incredibly unnerving. Spent bullet casings littered the floor. I can crush them like eggshells. The second skeleton was close to the scientist, looks like he was in prisoner overalls of some sort. Maybe I’m just losing my mind down here but I swear I can hear whispers if I really focus, I need to get out of here. I’m not becoming one of those things.

Something’s watching me. I shouldn’t be here. It shouldn’t be here either. It was on the stairs. I couldn’t see it but… It’s there. It looked at me, there was nothing there, though. I can’t go there either way. Fucking hell this shouldn’t exist. This place shouldn’t be here. Nothing lines up. The amount of nothing that’s something here is wrong. Fuck am I even saying? I’m looking for another way out. Shit’s cursed man. Bullshit this place is going to be my tomb. Pretty sure there are stairwells on the opposite side of the building. I’ll go check that out.

Jesus fucking Christ they had a tank full of some extremely flammable substance down here. It seeped through the corroded metal tank. Barely could tell what it was since the sign was so deformed. It was a class 3 flammable liquid warning, was too late when I finally recognized what it was. My fucking candle lit the shit off. It blew shrapnel everywhere. Scorched me pretty bad and sent a piece of metal through my eye-shield. I passed out, don’t know how long I was out either. This isn’t how I wanted to go, this is fucked. The shock caused the building to fall apart pretty bad, closed off my exit. No fucking way I’m dying down here, there’s got to be a way… Anything… Fucking anything at all.

It’s there again, not on the stairs but… well, I don’t know where it is…where they are… uh. I lit more candles. I see it in the flame. The flame isn’t really flame colored, is it real? I’m slipping. Pacing back and forth. I’m watching me… wait… fuck its foggy, my mind is fucked. I’m not them. I can’t be. I have flesh and blood.

D-2552’s handwriting gets progressively worse, some of it is very hard to make out after this point.

Just realized there’s a patch of that fucking metal on my jaw. Maybe I… no, I’m not… Fuck that noise. If I came down here to die, I’d be dead and rotting yesterday. I’ll make it.

Man, holding a pen is hard…

Was it always this bright?

I think my shoes gained a few pounds…

I ripped off one of the skulls, swear it was looking at me. Something doesn’t feel right. I feel woozy, I’m hearing noises all around me. The whispers aren’t whispers anymore. I hear names, my name… can they read this? My thoughts I mean… I’m sending this dead fucking bastard through the ceiling.

The whole ceiling collapsed. I feel a brief moment of clarity, I’m getting out of here.

I carefully placed a candle on the floor above and I used the bag’s strap as leverage to lift me up.

Not sure where I am now. I hear voices. Like a million little voices screaming at me. I can feel (illegible) inside of me.

A small snippet of characters was written, it is unknown if it consists of English characters or something else. Characters are poorly written and heavily smeared.

I was making my way down a hallway as fast as I could and I coughed up blood onto my visor. It was metallic. It slowly spread across the visor like a fucking disease. It was a chrome reddish color, shit was like bubbling or (illegible.) Couldn’t see shit, ditched the helmet. God, every millimeter of my fucking body aches. I’m not even sure why I’m writing this shit down anymore. Mostly because I sat down to regain my composure, I guess. It’s hard to breathe as well. Feels like a weight crushing my insides. They said I’m out of helping range, is anyone even going to know what happened down here? God, if I can just… keep pushing. I can make it. I can see the sun one last time. I’m going to stash this journal and just run.

D-2522 can be seen exiting the building through a side entrance 3 hours and 56 minutes after he had entered. He’s without a face mask and is showing incredibly heavy symptoms of SCP-XXXX. Stumbling heavily and attempting to run he can be seen clutching something in his arms. There is no sign of the carry bag that had been given to him. Recovery teams are ready and on stand by. D-2522 Makes it about 20 meters from the building and 3 very large spines burst from his skull. His body immediately goes limp as he slams into the ground. D-2522 is marked as dead. His journal is recovered, notes are documented and it’s incinerated on site. Carry bag is presumed lost and test is marked as closed.

Researcher Notes: All the documents that D-2522 had collected inside the facility are now gone. We don’t have much to work with. He said something about genes and DNA. I think that’s worth looking into.

Other Notes:

Entry #: 01 October 14, 2011. Researcher ████

I’d give a physical description and list the properties of SCP-XXXX but it varies heavily in unknown conditions. It can be a liquid or a solid at the same temperature. It can be incredibly tough and dense or fragile. It seems completely random. We can’t gather proper data on this stuff without proper equipment. My tests so far have just been hit it with something, now what happens? I’ll have to find more workarounds to testing SCP-XXXX without metal.

Entry #: 02 October 29, 2011. Researcher ████

Everything we try is just ruined. This thing is a curse. We can’t study it, we can’t do anything with it. We tried looking at it through a microscope. Even a few seconds of data is vital at this point but it just doesn't work. We kept the sample 5 meters away from the microscope as we got set up. I looked through it while Dr. ██████ quickly removed the sample from the vial and inserted it under the microscope. Before I could get even the slightest look the lens shifted slightly from the corrosion. We trashed the whole thing in the zone and left. I can’t reliably test heat or electrical conductivity either.

Entry #: 03 December 14, 2011. Dr. ██████

I feel my time will be better spent elsewhere. SCP-XXXX has claimed many lives. The best we can do at this point is to make sure it doesn’t claim anymore. The documents D-2522 had left behind are either on the bottom floor or somewhere on the floor above that. Maybe future teams can recover those documents. From the sound of it he found some important things. But until then, I’m pulling my research from project Morbus.

Entry #: 04 February 3, 2012. Researcher ████

It’s been months and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. Dr. ██████ and I conducted several subterranean scans and the majority of the bottom floors of the facility have totally collapsed from that explosion back in September. The building is falling apart and almost nothing is left but a couple of the upper rooms. Dr. ██████ pulled his research from this project back in December. This is hopeless. I’m canceling project Morbus.