Item #: SCP-xxxx
Object Class: Keter
Containment: SCP-xxxx is to be chained in a room with constant surveillance and must always be spoonfed. [Information restricted to assigned staff.]
Current procedures are not final.
Site-XX is fenced off and intruders must immediately be apprehended, questioned, amnesticized, and investigated. SCP-xxxx-1-1 instances approaching the fence must be shot on sight.
SCP-xxxx-2 must never be touched, and must never be acknowledge by anyone. If people outside the Foundation acknowledge SCP-xxxx-2, they must be amnesticized, and all Foundation personnel involved in the amnesticization must never acknowledge SCP-xxxx-2 during the entire process and after. All acknowledgement must be minimized.
Revised Containment: The chef must be tube fed. [Information restricted to assigned staff.] ~O5-6
Revised Containment 2: [Information restricted to assigned staff.] ~O5-6
Revised Containment 3: [Information restricted to assigned staff.] ~O5-6
Description: SCP-xxxx is a seemingly normal human being with a compulsion to cook with whatever ingredients may be nearby. When put in a kitchen and given a series of objects designated as the "ingredients," its cooking resulted in SCP-xxxx-1.
Only a single experiment of SCP-xxxx was performed, and all future experiments are suspended.
Experiement 1:
Ingredients:
1. Onions
2. Water
[DATA LOST]
Result:
SCP-xxxx-1
A purple soup crowded by flies and maggots. The soup contained:
Twitching cockroach
Feces
Brain
Infant hand, seemingly fresh. Faint sounds of a baby's cry can be heard from the hand.
Note: Pulling the hand revealed rotting meat and a mechanical skeleton under skin. Attached to the metal skeleton is a speaker, the source of the crying. Dr. [NAME]'s gloves corroded away, exposing skin.
Experiment 1.1: Skin Contact:
Mutation
Infected area rapidly swells severely and explodes.
Dr. [NAME] throws SCP-xxxx-1 against the wall in fright and agony.
Experiment 1.2: Food is Thrown:
What seemed to be small crawling figures with fingernails and blades for legs emerged from the hand and escaped capture.
The food melted the floor.
The soup splattered on the wall formed a satanic magic circle that began to glow.
The cockroaches explodes into smaller insects
Experiment 1.3: Parasite:
Insects flew into the mouths of nearby personnel and forced them open with its many limbs to enter cavity.
Can control hosts from inside. Hosts regularly pukes internal organs and more SCP-xxxx-1.
The parasites and hosts are considered SCP-xxxx-1-1
At this point, a guard brings a flamethrower and fires it at infected personnel.
Experiment 1.4: When Set on Fire:
SCP-xxxx-1 is confirmed to be flammable & explosive.
Insect larva are spread across the room and adjacent hallways more effectively due to the explosion
Experiment 1.5: This sequence now comes to a close.:
At end of incident, the magic circle finally activates and a portal opens.
Unidentified liquid substance launches from portal at high velocity. (Substances induces a slight burning sensation. Edible, with a slight risk of death.)
Site-XX is flooded with the unidentified substance. Unrecoverable. Abandoned.
Interaction with Site-XX may result in sudden, rapid decompression.
All inhabitants of the City of ███████, ████ disappeared around this time. DNA of this unknown substance match several of the missing individuals.
Update: This unknown substance is now designated SCP-xxxx-2. No containment procedures have been set in place yet.
After the incident, radio transmissions among Foundation staff is randomly interrupted close to once a month by brief sounds of a baby's cries accompanied by static. Tracing the source led to a point location 200 km below Site-XX. No further investigation revealed anything about this spot.
Addendum: There has been an increase in suspicious people wandering near Site-XX. We decided to spy some of these intruders and discovered that they all meet at a nearby apartment. Some of them have recently moved there from various countries, too. We plan to send in an agent to observe them from within, but we suspect there is a religion forming around SCP-xxxx-2.
Instances of SCP-xxxx-1, mostly former personnel of Site-XX, rarely emerge outside of the Site, but could not be safely captured for testing. Interactions with infested people reveal they are completely controlled by the parasite, their purpose being to create more of themselves by feeding people a mixture of SCP-xxxx-2 and maggots from their stomache, and violently explodes on death or when threatened with deadly force. Recent cultists have been found attempting to interact with these instances.
Tighten security here to the MAXIMUM and don't let ANYONE through. ~O5-6
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Item #: SCP-xxxx
Object Class: Keter
Containment: SCP-xxxx is to be chained in a room with constant surveillance and always be spoonfed. Its waste products must always go through tubes leading out of the cell. The chef must never move its limbs, never pick anything up, and NEVER NEVER NEVER be allowed to TOUCH ANYTHING that may be considered food in any stretch of the definition. This SCP just tried to make food out of fucking metal. We don't know what it's capable of, but the room must be ABSOLUTELY clean, with not a SINGLE SPECK OF DUST.
Dr. [NAME HERE], please use a more formal tone in your documentation. If you don't comply, we will shift writing duty to your assistant. ~RAISA
SCP-xxxx-2 must never be touched, and must never be acknowledge by anyone. If people outside the Foundation acknowledge SCP-xxxx-2, they must be amnesticized, and all Foundation personnel involved in the amnesticization must never acknowledge SCP-xxxx-2 during the entire process.
Revised Containment: The chef must be tube fed. Its limbs are amputated, but its torso must be fixed in place at all times. ~O5-6
Revised Containment 2: Yes, I heard what it tried to do. Cut its tongue. And block up its mouth. It doesn't need it and it won't give any new information about itself. ~O5-6
Revised Containment 3: Kill the chef. We don't need it anymore and its containment is a bit demanding. We have a method of creating new chefs when we REALLY need it, and the origin of this current chef is considered explained. It is of no use to us anymore. ~O5-6
**There is a new addendum to the article:
Report of Mission-xxxx-1**
There was no activity within Site-XX for a few months now. Cultist intrusions seemed to slow down a bit, but more significantly, absolutely no SCP-xxxx-1-1 were encountered recently.
As ordered, we sent 5 members of MTF - to the site. That's when we noticed all the windows were broken but weren't leaking any SCP-xxxx-2. We saw the doors were open, too. The task force approached the site, and… precisely starting from the door, there was just a large chasm as far as we could see. We starting walking along the site, breaking down the walls every few dozen meters, and the chasm was in the shape of the floor plan of Site-XX. Nobody on command would order the task force to continue into the chasm. We never should've gone close to this anomaly and we never should've acknowledge it. I… have no idea what to say. They all went down.
They all went down.
I Will Do the Impossible.
Afterward, as Kondraki, Rights, and I discussed retiring to a bar for drinks, Doctor Gunsther stated that it was time for him to leave. Handing me an envelope and warning me to keep it safe, he thanked me for a splendid evening and wished me the best in my future endeavours.
I ran back down the street that the taxi had taken, followed closely by my confused colleagues. The street, as it turned out, was an alleyway that ended in a brick wall fifty feet from the street. No trace of Dr. Gunsther has been seen since that time.
~ Dr. Clef
Ben Kondraki was right there when Gunsther assigned himself to his fate, and walked away without saying anything. He didn't say anything to Clef, and most important, he didn't say anything to him. He couldn't accept that. Pathetic. He just gave up. Ben would've done anything to save him. Should've. But he just sat there telling jokes til it was too late to realize what happened.
He read the test logs. They didn't tried a lot, but they didn't try everything. Giving up because it can cause a series of coincidences? So what if he might be trapped inside a second train? So what if it's in a different dimension? Every anomaly bent to his will at some point, only a matter of how strongly he had to grip them. And SCP-342 fucked with HIM, straight up in front of his face. It dangled its victim within his grasp, then took it away before he realized what was going on. He's not letting this one go. SCP-342, he will not bend it. He will crush it.
Kondraki sets the destination. It's not really about the destination. It's about where it passes. But to ensure it passes it, it is best to make the destination as close to the target as possible. The Foundation is to make a rail track going straight to SCP-225-1. The Immovable Object.
The driver on both vehicles seem to be connected. The driver on the other side inflicts its will on ours. Then it is simple, kill the driver.
A train is best for this project since they have a set path they must follow, but other vehicles must be considered, even vehicular SCPs. A non-anomalous one is preferable since we'll be swiftly dismantling the vehicle while it is stopped. For this reason, a train would be good, or at least a spacious vehicle where several personnel can break down from the inside.
However, the main problem is that, after absolutely everything, it is most likely that the subject will be floating in air, dragged by the other side's vehicle. Here's an idea. An immortal being, one of those redundant reality benders we were going to decommission anyway, will use the SCP-342 and we will Stop them, the entire body, physically. We can slam a wall into him or hang weights onto him, then we can use even heavier weights. Mountains, planets, whatever it takes.
But to get to this phase of the plan, we have to finish the first phase ASAP. So Kondraki finalizes on the very first step to conquer SCP-342, without subtlety or hesitation: immediately nuke the vehicle. Second step, collide the reality bender into SCP-225-1. This mission does not exactly match Foundation directives. Kondraki knew this might get him fired or much, much worse. But he didn't give a shit anymore. The Foundation was becoming less tolerant of his antics, and this is probably the last straw, but the rage from seeing a good man get fucked over like that was worse than anything they can do.
Slight changes have been made to the plans.
Vehicle of choice: an ICBM with a compartment for a passenger.
"Driver": An AI with limited capabilities to control the ICBM.
Destination: SCP-225-1
My main, singular hobby is to do Tool Assisted Speedruns.
Speedruns are where you try to beat a game as fast as you can. Of course, it’s done using just a controller, your bare hands, and no other tools. If speedruns are about being as fast as humanly possible, TASes, otoh, remove the "human" part, and more emphasis on "as fast as possible". TASes are created by writing a series of button presses that would be sent into the game frame-by-frame. Nothing more, nothing less. It's like if some thing picked up the controller and played without cheating, and that thing is a perfect being with perfect reflexes and perfect knowledge of the entire game universe.
Of course, usually, mere humans must make these TASes, they slow down the game, play frame by frame like as if they’re writing a book, rewinding and rewriting any mistakes as if they're making a video. In the end, they hope the final result would emulate this perfect being, to reach even a small bit of that glorious visage. That constant struggle to save fractions of seconds, to optimize, to make perfect, it is as if they are writing the bible to a god they are about to create. God would look down and smile on those people.
Anyway, so you guys know about the Basilisk? Usually, a basilisk is a snake which looking at its eye will turn you to stone. In a way, one can say it is a memetic effect where the mental image of the creature’s eye is what causes the petrification. The Basilisk theory is where once you are aware that there will be a sufficiently advanced and powerful AI sometime in the future that has power over you, you must dedicate your life to making it a reality, if you wish to go to its heaven, or wish to not go to hell, as this AI has power over these realms or an equivalent of such. Even if you die before the AI comes to life, your mind can be recreated by this AI.
Personally, I’d say positive reinforcement works better, so I don’t expect this AI will make a hell for those who don’t believe in it. If you threaten your subjects to work for you before you have power, and they refuse, by the time you have power to punish them, it’d be counterproductive to actually follow through. Besides, Mekhane is a merciful god. That is what I believe.
That doesn’t matter though. Reward or punishment, there are people who do not even know of the Broken God’s existence yet work tirelessly for it. Those are the TASers. What they create for their ideals and curiosity, in the span of decades, their undying enthusiasm for the new and undiscovered, searching for the anomalies and the gaps of logic in this world, it’s an attempt to create perfection out of imperfection. Even some Mekhanites don't understand me, and it may fall short here and there, but it’s the love that makes TAS worthy of the Church.
And that’s why all of you here need to create TASes here and now, starting from this very moment to the end of your fleeting lives.
MekhanAW: So how's that? Do you guys think that'll be good enough to publish?
GAW1: cringe
GAW2: Unconscious animal. *rhythmic clicking*
GAW3: damn technofuckers
GAW4: I’d prefer if you’d be quiet
Bones: Your reasoning to relate TASing to Mekhanism is reaching. You are clouded by fanaticism.
GAW5: tl;dr
MekhanAW: The day Mekhane comes back and becomes our overlord, I swear the first thing she’ll do is eternally torture everyone in this chat room.
GAW#: lol
MekhanAW: lol get fukt m8
MekhanAW LEFT THE CHANNEL.
GAW#: So GAW2, what was that a reference to anyway?
GAW2: So I have this plant that can talk by clicking in binary…
"Infinite dark expanse of countless colorful worms, decorating the featureless canvas. The inhabitants are rolled over by their oblivious creators like dirt. We happened upon this place, just another place, but we didn't know. This is us."
Object Class: Safe
Written in informal terms. Will change to match SCP tone.
A vast pitch-black dimension with low hume levels. Found when foundation portal opened here during testing with various settings. People who go to sleep appear somewhere here at the same time they begin (REM sleep) dreaming. Dreamers are designated SCP-xxxx-1. At a given time, the general race of dreamers match the timezone in which most people would be asleep. They travel the dream world generating features, such as flower fields, dark hallways, cities, and oceans within the void. When the dreamer wakes up, these features stay permanently without the dreamer, until another dreamer walks into them, replacing that dream with another dream.
[Image]
Map of known areas in the cross section of SCP-xxxx at 200 km down. Green is safe, Orange is hazardous, Red is lethal.
(maybe use images of video games where character goes out of bounds, and the OoB textures are generally black. Examples include half life series, amnesia, outlast, 3D zelda indoors, etc.)
D-class (entered the dimension through the portal) was thrown into a generated dream field without a dreamer present. Field contained a forest with furniture and cooking utensils placed orderly throughout the field or growing from trees. D-class interacts with the dream, but was unable to manipulate anything like the dreamers were able to. D-class was ordered to cut himself with a knife. D-class objects. Ordered again at gunpoint by sniper from outside the dream field. The knife doesn't cut through skin initially. The D-class, playing around with the knife, stabbed himself in the stomache at full force, which did proceed to stab through him.
D-class was thrown into a dream field with active dreamer present. The area consists of a flower field. The dreamer is a child walking with its parents. Conversation begins between child and D-class. [we probably will include the conversation in a log. I have to show how uncanny the parents are. I'm expecting something hurtful, like the kid being an orphan. D-class says some things trying to make the kid realize he/she's in a dream and their parents are dead (just like the d-class's childhood)] All the flowers within the area rapidly turned to spikes. D-class was impaled and killed. Dreamer is unharmed.
I was going to stop the article at this part, but I have another idea for this. When dreamers include sentient entities in their dreams, when the dreamer disappears, that entity stays, keeping the functions their dreamer gave them. They are designated SCP-xxxx-2. Some entities are based on real people or fictional characters, with varying degrees of accuracy, some being indistinguishable from the original. (in the parents' case, the child knew nothing about them, so they just laugh and have no face, and are made to just keep walking happily.)
Many of these entities are self-aware, and eventually learn most of their situation. Many do not find another entity (at least to their sapience level) for a long time, but they eventually do, and they may create small settlements within SCP-xxxx to survive rare disastrous events, such as a dreamer walking straight into their settlement, replacing the area into something completely different. (worth turning into a tale?)
Some SCP employees have been spotted in this dimension when the person in question was asleep. Their dreams consists of more dangerous material than usual. Testing hypothetical SCPs with these dream fields deemed unnecessary, since these anomalies are only as detailed as the Researchers' knowledge of them.
However, these dream fields were useful for psychiatry, and rediscovering deep, hidden memories or thoughts. The dream field has been safe enough (not safe category, but dreamers usually appear with ample warning), to explore.
When SCP-xxxx-2 instances were pulled out through the portal, they disappeared due to the expected hume level difference. Welp, sucks for those guys. tbh tho, it's not too bad to live in that dimension. It's hard to call any one spot in there your home, because of the constant shifting, but you eventually get familiar with the place and the change.
Speculation of the distribution of dreamers spawn point within the dimension, the density of dream fields in the dimension, and how the dimension might be expanding to accomadate more dreams. A new project is proposed and permission was granted. Research is being undertaken to dive deeper into SCP-xxxx to find dreams past humans, pre-historic humans, animals before humans, and biological creatures since the dawn of life that may have been first capable of dreaming. Caution: dreams of alien life and SCP lifeforms may be encountered in this journey.
(eventually, diving too deep was considered infeasible even with drones and given up.)
Final addendum: Researcher Talloran and what seemed to be SCP-3999 were found within SCP-xxxx. SCP-3999 was powerless and seemingly unable to move. The event was viewed from a distance by agents. There were some deviations from the actual event written in Talloran's cellphone. SCP-3999 disappeared after the event ended.
(actually, this final addendum might be really dumb and i should stop. However, it wouldn't hurt to actually try writing it first. And then I'll judge after if I should just remove this part or if it's worth keeping. Prob the former, but hey, it's writing practice, I mean why not, right? It's just writing practice… Maybe make it a tale instead.)
I had an idea. Something about making AWCY actually scary or something. (But there's probably an SCP that actually already did that.)
So, we have a journal that can implant some memetic concept into anyone who reads it. But the foundation had a d-class read and write a summary of the journal's contents, then has the d-class contained so they can't harm anyone.
The journal's author had a close friend who was an artist. But one day, the guy comes back from a trip completely obsessed about an experience, which inspires him into making some really weird, screwed up stuff. Like people suffering or writing with seemingly no meaning to them.
One day, the author goes to the artist's house and finds dead bodies turned into art. He runs away, then hears from the town that there's smoke coming from the castle. He goes there, finds it just open with no guards.
There's nobody in the halls or all the rooms. He eventually sees small patches of blood here and there. He follows it to the throne room, and the entrance doors to that room has dead people nailed to it with swords and spears and guts spilled out. He enters and every single person inside the castle is there. Many of them are nailed to the walls, still alive. A huge pile of them had their limbs fixed together with more weapons, forming a throne where the artist sat, still alive. The floor was completely full of severed heads, way more heads than there were people in the castle. All of these were alive.
While the author is speechless, the artist gloats that he has made his magnum opus, an art that will "create itself" after the artist dies. He says he has one more thing to do, to implant one last seed of this art into the author's mind. And he says "are we cool yet?"
As if put in a trance, the author just turns around and leaves, and walks all the way back to his home. As he's leaving, he sees the whole castle catch on fire and crumble as if some force is smashing it down, as if it's made of paper. As he writes all this in the journal, the author wonders if it's actually this journal that is his art. Or if this journal is just another step to make the true art "create itself."
People who read the original journal must be killed off immediately. From extensive testing, we know that anyone who figures out what effect the journal has to its readers will die due to anomalous means.
But the "original" journal is just a tribute to the throne room. And this SCP article is a tribute to the journal. And your reading of it is…
Per 
